Under the trees by the river in the Jade Disk Space, the old man at the Reincarnation Tower looked at the anxious old man outside the Zhufeng Cave, looking at Li Xiuyuan in Nirvana and sighed softly.
Youyou said: "The master originally intended for you to go through it, but I didn't expect that you would be involved in this grudge in the end."
In the cave, Li Xiuyuan's life and death nirvana has reached the final moment. The light seeping out of the cocoon even shines into the bamboo shed where Meng Shentong is.
Meng Shen, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea, couldn't help laughing when he saw it: "You also know that it's windy and snowy outside, so you can't wait to come out and watch the fun?"
The old man in the Jade Disk Space sighed and said to himself: "He doesn't care about the heavy wind and rain outside you, but since he has a cause and effect here, he must help you, right?"
From the old man's point of view, there were only a few capable disciples in such a huge holy land. This was something that would never happen in the land of China.
The old one is too strong, the young one is too weak. This is a manifestation of the sect's disconnection and disconnection.
In the end, you actually needed a young man from another world to solve your troubles. It's really embarrassing to tell you.
The old man in the bamboo shed saw that Li Xiuyuan was about to break out of his cocoon. He originally planned to go down the mountain after drinking this cup of spiritual tea, but he put his mind aside and simply stretched out his hand to pull the animal blanket and lie down on the bamboo chair.
Waiting for the moment when the robbery cloud arrives, he takes Li Xiuyuan and leaves Tianyun Mountain.
In his opinion, as long as Li Xiuyuan can catch up with the last day of competition, he can turn things around.
Not to mention whether his disciples have immortal veins or not, just the body of the stars and the two swords that no one can understand can establish themselves in an invincible position.
The old man in the Jade Disk Space stared at the fish in the river in a daze.
He murmured: "You just took some medicine dregs, you won't really become a sperm, right? Is it possible that you will have a fish brother and fish sister in the future?"
The fish in the river seemed to understand the old man's words. They splashed into a wave and swam under the lotus leaves far away.
...
On the high platform in Zongmen Square at the foot of the mountain, the wind and snow were still there.
Ruoli, who was dressed in monk's robes, held a long sword and pointed it at Song Yunfeng, saying, "Please make a move!"
"So, I'm offended!"
The master and junior brothers below the high platform were all watching. Song Yunfeng did not dare to neglect. He slashed through the air with his sword. The sword struck out like thunder, and slashed towards Ruoli's chest. This sword was filled with the power to win. hope!
Ruo Li refused to retreat but moved forward, taking one step forward. The long sword in his hand was like lightning. In just an instant, he deflected Song Yunfeng's decisive sword strike.
I saw the two of them passing by, but there was a puff in the wind! "A sound sounded.
In the flash of lightning, although Song Yunfeng's winning sword did not hit, the sword pierced Ruoli's shoulder instantly as the two of them flew past.
Ruoli's monk's robe was pierced by a sword, and a stream of blood spattered out.
With just one move, Ruoli from the Snowfield Holy Land was injured.
"Accept!" Song Yunfeng smiled faintly.
However, his voice had not yet landed. The moment the long sword in his hand pierced Ruoli, the long sword in Ruoli's hand was silent, and in the blink of an eye...
Even Yuan Zun, who was sitting under the main hall, didn't see clearly that the sword in Ruoli's hand had already been thrust out!
"Senior brother, your sword skills are great!" Ruoli's sword was so fast that people below the high platform could not see the trajectory of the sword clearly!
Many disciples in Tianyun Mountain watched Song Yunfeng pierce Ruoli's body with his sword, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly.
However, the change also happened in this moment!
Just when a wisp of blood spattered from Ruoli's body, and everyone thought Song Yunfeng was bound to win...Ruoli's body suddenly flew out, and in an instant, the long sword in his hand had a sword energy. Cut out.
"Keep someone under the sword!" The moment Ruoli's sword came out, Yuan Zun in the main hall shouted!
However, at that moment, the long sword in Ruoli's hand mysteriously missed Song Yunfeng's long sword.
Before anyone could react, it pierced Song Yunfeng's body and made a "Puff!" sound... and then a blood arrow splashed out.
When Song Yunfeng's body fell on the snow on the high platform, the cheers of the people below the high platform had not disappeared.
"We lost this game!"
Yuan Zun shouted loudly and jumped onto the high platform to save people. The first competition between the two holy places came to an end with Yuan Zun's shout.
Yuan Zun, who flew up to the high platform, stretched out his hand to restrain Song Yunfeng's wounds, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse.
After finding that his life was not in danger, he carried him under the high platform.
Ruoli, who was on the high platform, was still smiling until now. Thousands of years had passed, and finally a ruthless character emerged in the Snowfield Holy Land who could clearly understand the essence of swordsmanship and sacrifice his life for his injuries in an impossible situation.
Moreover, this guy is still wearing a monk's robes like Ruoli. Only a monk who is indifferent to life and death will bear the opponent's sword regardless, and then kill the opponent silently.
Seeing that the move was successful, Song Yunfeng, who looked down upon him, was careless and could not avoid this mysterious and mysterious sword technique! Defeating the enemy with one sword was what Ruoli gained with one sword.
If it weren't for Yuan Zun's shout, Song Yunfeng would be lying on the ground dead.
After all, Ruoli still didn't kill him, which had a lot to do with him being a disciple of Buddhism.
If it were Ouyang Xuan who was standing with His Highness, Song Yunfeng would have been killed long ago with one sword. This is the consequence of carelessness.
There is no room for carelessness in the competition on the high platform.
This is not a competition among peers. No one is thinking of going to death.
For a moment, there was silence in the entire square, and all the cheers suddenly stopped. Many disciples in Tianyun Mountain were at a loss for a while, looking at the scene happening on the high platform in disbelief!
This was too fast. One moment the opponent was injured, and the next moment Song Yunfeng fell to the ground.
Wang Qiang's mouth was wide open. In his opinion, it was Song Yunfeng who had won one move. He didn't expect that the competition would turn around so quickly. Even he didn't even look carefully at the moves of both sides. Yuan Zun had already announced the competition at Tianyun Mountain. Lost.
Ruoli, who was on the high platform, silently took a pill and swallowed it, then took out a silk scarf and bandaged the wound without even frowning.
After doing all this, he looked at Yuan Zun and Ouyang Chongming and asked, "Should I continue the competition, or..."
Wang Qiang, who was standing under the high platform, could not close his mouth for a long time. Even Chen Xiaoyan frowned slightly. Unlike Wang Qiang, he and Xiao Ling'er both saw Ruoli's sword move clearly.
This is also due to the fact that Li Xiuyuan told the two girls to learn to practice swordsmanship and see the world with their mind's eye.
Xiao Ling'er gently pulled Chen Xiaoyan's sleeve and said, "Sister, if brother is here, I'm afraid I can defeat that monk with just one move."
Chen Xiaoyan glared at her and said, "Don't talk too much!"
Little Ling'er was so frightened that she took Ping An's hand, looked at him and asked, "Ping An, are you afraid?"
Ping An was not following Wang Qiang at this time, but following Xiao Ling'er. When I first heard this, I couldn't help but shake my head: "Ping An has a brother, don't be afraid."
A group of disciples in Tianyun Mountain couldn't come to their senses for a while. Song Yunfeng was Yuan Zun's proud disciple and could be regarded as a genius in Tianyun Mountain.
That was a master of the Void Refining Realm, and he was almost killed on the high platform by the opponent's sword. Such a visual impact deeply shocked them.
Let them understand that this is not a competition between sects, and they may lose their lives if they are not careful.
Yuan Zun's disciple had an accident, but he didn't
He thought about presiding over the next competition, looked at Ouyang Chongming and said: "Let's continue the remaining two games today!"
Ouyang Chongming nodded, looked at Ouyang Xuan behind him and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!" After saying that, he stood up and walked away to the Yingbin Building in Tianyun Mountain.
A group of disciples from the Snowfield Holy Land did not stay either, and followed him away one after another.
Upon hearing this, the elders and disciples of Tianyun Mountain continued the competition in the afternoon. They immediately left the temporary sheds in the square and went to their respective residences.
...
Yuan Zun took Song Yunfeng back to Tianxuan Palace in Tianyun Peak, and the headmaster also came here with several other sages.
They lost the first match, and they lost without any suspense. This made several venerables unexpected, and they were caught off guard for a while.
"Why don't you see Elder Meng from the library today? Why is he so indifferent to the sect's affairs?"
The headmaster looked at Nalan Ruoyu and asked, thinking that the old man didn't know where he ran away last time. This is not Meng Shentong's temperament.
"He went to Zhufeng to see his precious apprentice."
Nalan Ruoyu sighed softly. She lost to the Snowfield Holy Land in the first game, and she was not happy either.
But thinking about Li Xiuyuan who was in Nirvana at the top of the back mountain, he couldn't help but feel a little proud and a little excited.
Old man Xindao had no time to care about the current outcome. He only hoped that his precious disciple would come out quickly so that he could save Loulan City for Tianyun Mountain on the last day.
Yuan Zun, who had settled his disciples and came out to look at the crowd, became angry when he heard this and said loudly: "Why doesn't this old man know his priorities? At this critical moment, he actually ran to Zhufeng to see the handyman disciple!"
When Nalan Ruoyu heard this, she got angry and replied loudly: "Old Senator, you have to be more careful what you say. That's me and my disciples. Now he is no longer a handyman of the sect!"
When the headmaster heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and said, "Junior sister, then he is also a disciple of the sect, right?"
Yaozun knew what Nalan Ruoyu was thinking and looked at the three of them without making a sound.
The sword master was thinking about how to defeat his opponent next. He didn't want to listen to the quarrel between the three of them, so he reached out and lit the stove on the table, making himself a spiritual tea to calm down.
Nalan Ruoyu was not convinced, looked at the headmaster and said quietly: "If you think about it, brother, my disciple is really not a disciple of Tianyun Mountain."
"How do you say this?" When the headmaster heard this, he felt uncomfortable. Could it be that Yu Zun was going to show off his power at this time?
"how do I say this?"
Nalan Ruoyu looked at everyone and said coldly: "In terms of weapons, my good disciple is currently using a bamboo sword that he cut himself. In terms of resources, he has not taken half a spiritual stone from the sect. In terms of where he lives, he is currently using Live in a cave in the mountain behind Zhufeng!"
"Let me ask you, do you have any disciples like him? If you find one, I, Nalan Ruoyu, will admit defeat and let him seriously become a disciple of Tianyun Mountain!"
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When Yuan Zun and the headmaster heard this, they couldn't say a word for a moment. According to Nalan Ruoyu, even the handyman disciples of the sect couldn't do this.
Yaozun Jade Furong couldn't help but smile lightly: "I knew that Xiao was the personal disciple of you and Old Man Meng. However, he didn't have spiritual veins, let alone immortal veins... ..."
"Why don't we make a bet!"
Nalan Ruoyu thought for a moment and looked at the four venerable masters sitting in the hall and said quietly, but in her heart she was thinking about how to persuade these guys who were hard to talk to.
"Bet? Junior sister, what do you want to bet on? What do you want to bet on?"
The headmaster did not expect that at this critical moment, Nalan Ruoyu, a Jade Master, would still have the heart to make a bet with him.
"How do you want to bet?" Yuan Zun thought for a while, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and asked quietly.
