Wu Ping watched the figures competing on the stage, his eyes full of envy, and he looked at the stage very intently.
Especially the sword-to-sword duel at the Foundation Establishment Discussion Platform fascinated him.
"This is what we monks should do!" Wu Ping became more and more excited and shouted with a blushing face, cheering for the people on the stage.
Mo Kuiyuan glanced at the disciples and naturally noticed Wu Ping's excitement. He thought with relief and approval: "Among a group of helpless orphans, Wu Ping is considered to be the best in terms of aptitude and xinxing. It is so pure that such a piece of jade, carved by one's own hands, will one day soar into the sky."
Moreover, Mo Kuiyuan had no heirs in his life, but he also treated the simple Wu Ping as his own son and taught him personally, never hiding his secrets, and he also liked Wu Ping the most among all his disciples.
"Take a good look, don't be too ambitious!" Mo Kuiyuan's words spread.
The disciples all looked back and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching. I will definitely keep it in my heart!"
Wu Ping was also awakened by this sentence. His eyes no longer focused on the Dao Discussion Battle in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but looked at the Dao Discussion Platform in the Qi Condensation Stage. The scabbard in his hand was already trembling, and his excitement and longing were beyond words. .
Mo Kuiyuan paid attention for a moment, and when he saw Wu Ping reacting, he nodded secretly.
"Ha! Jian Lanxin, a disciple of Zhenggang Peak, gives me some advice!" A pretty figure jumped onto the discussion platform and cupped her hands to the male sword cultivator in front of her.
"Zuo Zhounan, a disciple of Luoxia Peak, is willing to teach me!" Zuo Zhounan also responded with his hand.
After the ceremony, the two of them each drew out their long swords and launched attacks. Looking at Jian Lanxin's heavy sword that was several feet wide, Zuo Zhounan was also a little surprised, but his movements were not defensive at all, and they were fighting each other with every move. The two were inextricably competing.
"Epee? She must be a disciple of Zhenggang Peak Sword Maniac. It is rare for a woman to use the epee so fluently. If you come, write down your name and reward you with three years of resources." Zhang Wuya, who was sitting in the upper position, was now He was quite surprised and ordered the Taoist disciple beside him.
"Disciple, take note." The Taoist disciple immediately wrote down: Zhenggang Peak Jianlanxin will reward you with 1,500 low-grade spiritual stones.
"Yes, although Madman Sword's behavior is unreasonable, the disciples still have skills. I think this Luoxia Peak disciple is going to lose." Yu Ji also followed the cliff master's words and continued.
"It seems that I have produced many outstanding disciples during the sixteen years of seclusion." Zhang Wuya thought, and then said: "Good!"
The scene was just as Elder Yu Ji expected, with the balance of victory gradually tilting towards Jian Lanxin.
"The heavy sword has no trace, it should be treated as a rock!" Jian Lanxin shouted, and the bandage wrapped around the tiger's mouth in his hand shattered, revealing a pair of jade hands, swinging the giant sword weighing several hundred kilograms, and swung it wildly. Cut to Zuo Zhounan.
"Oops!"
Zuo Zhounan secretly thought, the long sword in his hand kept resisting the intrusion of the heavy sword, and the sword kept whining. Under Jian Lanxin's constant heavy sword offensive, his own lightness advantage was suppressed in all directions, and he could not use it at all.
"The ruthless way of swordsmanship should be used to attack! The ruthless way of immortal swordsmanship should be used to destroy! The first move of ruthless swordsmanship, the Sword of Destruction of Love!" Zuo Zhounan shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand began to gather spiritual energy, and it began to vibrate more and more.
"Cut!" Surrounded by layers of heavy swords, Zuo Zhounan saw the right moment and stabbed out with one sword!
"Senior Sister, come on!" Wu Ping in the audience was also disturbed by the situation on the court and shouted, come on.
Jian Lanxin is the eldest among the seven people in this lineage, but she always listens to Xiaochen's words. When she was a child, she was his follower. She basically followed Xiaochen wherever he went.
Then Jian Lanxin was spotted by Zhenggang Peak Kendo Wuchen, and he was accepted as the only disciple. He followed Kendo Wuchen to experience in the Yushu Mountains for three years, and he has just returned now.
When Xiaochen saw Jian Lanxin coming on stage to compete, he also focused his attention on her. After not seeing her for a long time, she became so irritable. With each move, there were strong winds and heavy power.
Then when he saw Zuo Zhounan using the first ruthless sword style, Xiaochen's expression was a bit solemn. But after a closer look, Xiaochen shook his head slightly. His learning skills were not exquisite enough. This ruthless sword style was full of flaws. Only The gorgeous appearance should not be able to stop Jian Lanxin's sword attack.
Sure enough, when Jian Lanxin saw the opponent using the Ruthless Sword Technique, she did not dare to hold back her hand. She still remembered what her master said: A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength.
"The second form of the heavy sword is shocking!" Following Jian Lanxin's words, the strong wind gathering around the giant sword in his hand became thicker and thicker. The bandages that originally wrapped around Jian Lanxing's arms were all broken, and the restraints were released, and the power It poured into Jian Lanxin's hands.
The heavy sword hit Zuo Zhounan's sword edge, and then there was only a "click" sound, and Zuo Zhounan's sword had broken. At this time, he was holding the broken sword in a daze and watching as it was gradually swung in front of him. heavy sword, his mind went blank.
"Step aside!"
Jian Lanxin also said anxiously. She didn't expect that the seemingly gorgeous moves would be so vulnerable. Now that the heavy sword was swung, it was hard to stop the momentum. If it hit Zuo Zhounan this time, it would be a direct cut. Broken in half.
At this moment, the guardian elder flashed, holding Jian Lanxin's heavy sword with one hand to neutralize the momentum, and to prevent the backlash from hurting Jianlan Xing. He waved the spiritual energy with the other hand to move the stunned Jianlan Xing. Zuo Zhounan waved away.
"Huh!" The elder protector frowned. The huge force almost knocked him over, so he had to use his foundation-building cultivation to stabilize his body and look calm, otherwise he would definitely be killed. Treat it as a joke among classmates.
"Thank you, protector!" Jian Lanxin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the sword power had stopped, put away the heavy sword, and said to the elder protector.
The protector elder was suppressing the roiling spiritual energy at this time, nodded lightly, and walked off the forum.
"Senior Brother Zuo, I accept the concession!" Jian Lan saw the protector leaving and said to Zuo Zhounan again.
Zuo Zhounan pretended not to care, put away the broken sword, and responded: "Junior sister, winning or losing is normal, you don't have to be polite."
Although he said this, he felt extremely lonely in his heart. He had been preparing for this moment for several years, but he did not expect to leave the stage shortly after taking the stage.
And the most important thing is that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose in sword cultivation, but you can't break the sword. If you break the sword, you will break the Taoist heart. When the Taoist heart is covered in dust, your own strength will also be damaged.
"Okay! Senior Sister wins beautifully!" Wu Ping in the audience cheered sincerely, and these cheers seemed very harsh to the ears of those who were interested.
The disciples of the Luoxia Peak lineage walked up to the forum to help the lost Zuo Zhounan and took him out.
"Junior Brother Zuo, you don't have to blame yourself. The disciple of Zhenggang Peak is the only disciple of Elder Wuchen of Sword Dao who has entered the house. It's normal to lose." Chang Shu comforted him.
"Senior Brother Chang is worried, I'm fine." Zuo Zhounan said.
At this time, Wu Ping's cheers reached the ears of the two of them. Chang Shu turned his head and glanced at Wu Ping, and then thoughts flashed in his eyes, while Zuo Zhounan just clenched his fists, and his fingertips turned white from exertion.
"Junior Brother Zuo..." Chang Shu wanted to continue to comfort him, but was interrupted by Zuo Zhounan. Then looking at the gloomy Zuo Zhounan, Chang Shu also sighed in his heart.
Zuo Zhounan, the eldest son of the Zuo family, has had smooth sailing since entering Luoxia Peak. He was able to master the first ruthless sword technique at a young age, but he never imagined that he would suddenly fall down now.
Xiaochen didn't notice this scene. His eyes kept wandering between various stages, but he found a few acquaintances. Qin Mo and Li Wuchang, who were the same as him at the time, were already discussing the Tao in their own way. After playing four or five games in Taichung, he still showed no signs of exhaustion, which is indeed worthy of his personal experience.
When Xiaochen's eyes turned back to Jian Lanxin, she had already fought three or four people, and finally chose to leave the discussion platform because of unstoppable panting and loss of strength.
Xiao Chen thought: "The heavy sword is indeed like this. It has enough bursts and a strong sense of suppression, but it is not lasting. Once exhausted, there is no backhand power. But there are exceptions, and that is Lan Xin's master Jian Kuai. He is A monster that can use a heavy sword to fight for a long time, all those who fight against it are frightened and carefully dodge under the blows one after another. If you don't pay attention, you will be cut in half or beaten to a pulp."
Now the duel is gradually reaching its climax, and the atmosphere at the scene is becoming more and more lively.
Wu Ping couldn't hold himself back at this time. He saw the right moment and jumped into a Tao discussion platform. He raised his hands and said, "Wu Ping, a disciple of Feilai Peak, please enlighten me!"
"Fu Hong, a disciple of Lan Yefeng, is willing to teach me!" Fu Hong has just finished a game, and now he still has some blood and energy rising, and his spiritual energy is uneven, and he is panting now.
Wu Ping looked at Fu Hong's condition and didn't want to defeat him without force, so he kindly advised, "Senior Brother Fu, why don't you adjust your breathing first."
Fu Hong waved his hand nonchalantly. He had gone to hundreds of Taoist forums and there was not a single person who stopped adjusting his breath. Naturally, he, Fu Hong, did not want to set this precedent.
"No need, junior brother, please take action!" Fu Hong said.
"I'm offended." Seeing this, Wu Ping stopped trying to persuade him, took out his sword, and rushed forward with three steps at a time.
"Ding ding ding!"
In the battle with the sound of swords, Fu Hong seemed to be particularly struggling. He could only be at a disadvantage and kept blocking, with thoughts in his eyes, thinking about how to break the situation.
Wu Ping has also changed from his usual laziness. A sword wielder should be careful and strike out with each sword without any flaws. He has a solid foundation in swordsmanship.
"Yes, the overall response to Wu Ping is pretty good. Don't leave any big holes in the next step. There is no suspense in winning the game. Even with Fu Hong's full strength, it is difficult to stop Wu Ping's attack." Xiao Chen looked at Wu Ping. When he got on stage, he observed carefully and found that Fu Hong was hasty with his sword and had already missed the mark in his moves. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Wu Ping swung his sword in one move without any impatience at all, which made Fu Hong, who had been preparing to attack, even more uncomfortable. Before his spiritual power was exhausted, Fu Hong had no choice but to take action in a last-ditch effort.
"The eternal hatred of the sword, the falling goose strikes!" Fu Hong's sword lit up with red aura, raised the hilt, and flew down like an eagle striking.
Seeing this, Wu Ping was as steady as a mountain, and the long sword in his hand continued to move, removing Fu Hong's attack.
"Ding!"
Wu Ping picked up Fu Hong's long sword and put the sword on Fu Hong's shoulder. If Wu Ping was willing, that sword could pierce Fu Hong's throat.
"I lost." Seeing this, Fu Hong also put away his sword and fought against powerful enemies one after another. His body was also a little overwhelmed.
"I accept!" Wu Ping said with a smile and cupped his hands.
