Three days later!

The academy began to compete.

The venue is the Yanwu Grand Square.

On this day, all the immortals gathered, and the monks of the entire academy came out to watch the ceremony.

Qin Li originally didn't want to come, anyway, he was the third place in the internal decision, it was the same whether he came or not, it was better to refine a few more pills at home.

But the green-robed Immortal King, the red-eyed Immortal King, wanted to pull Qin Li over and say that he was the senior brother of the Danbu, and if he was present, he could cheer up the disciples of the Danbu.

"Can't I go!"

Qin Li sighed, tidied up his appearance, and set off with the Qingyan Sword on his back.

It didn't take much effort, he came to the Yanwu Grand Square, looked around, and everyone in the academy was there, sitting around, watching the competition.

The position at the highest level is naturally the master's, and the next level is the position of hundreds of immortal kings, and the next level is the position of Qin Li's immortal master.

However, Qin Li's situation was special, and he sat directly next to the green-robed fairy king, which was a bit out of line, but everyone didn't object, but some of the fairy kings smiled in return.

"Hello big brother!"

"Senior brother, I'll work hard!"

"Senior brother, I will definitely win glory for Danbu!"

Many Danbu disciples looked adored and greeted Qin Li one after another, looking very excited.

"Just play normally, don't put too much pressure. Qin Li smiled gently, there was no need to say anything long, at his level, one or two words of encouragement, or even a few actions, were enough to make the Danbu disciple's heart surge.

After a few words of encouragement, Qin Li returned to his seat and chatted with the two uncles.

"This time the academy is in a big competition, and there are many masters, I don't know if the Danbu disciples can enter the top 100. Qin Li said.

The green-robed fairy king shook his head and said, "I think it's very difficult. The disciples of the Danbu only know alchemy, not combat, and in the past, the academy was at the bottom of the competition, so it was called the weakest in the academy. ”

The Red Eyebrow Immortal King smiled: "Fortunately, there is a demon like you, and you are the third, and you can finally win back some face for Danbu." ”

At this time!

Lin Xiuxiu walked over.

"Grandpa Green, I've come to see you. ”

The green-robed fairy king laughed: "Little Nizi, you want to see the senior brother, take a look at me, a bad old man!"

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. Lin Xiuxiu was told that her heart was broken, and her cheeks were crimson.

Qin Li smiled: "I remember that you are only an Immortal Venerable Fourth, and you also want to participate in the Academy Competition?"

The green-robed fairy king shook his head and said, "She went up to go through the motions, focusing on participation, and maybe she was knocked off the stage by others in the first scene." ”

Lin Xiuxiu was very unconvinced, pinched her pink fist, and swore that "I have studied hard in the past few months, and I have also learned a set of swordsmanship from the sword department, and I will definitely be able to achieve a good ranking." ”

"Courage is commendable. Qin Li said with a smile: "But your sword weapon is too ordinary, it's only a second-grade, and I'll suffer a lot from the competition later, so I'll lend you my Qingyan sword." ”

After that, Qin Li handed out the Qingyan Sword and told her how to use the sheath by the way.

"Thank you, senior brother, thank you, senior brother!" Lin Xiuxiu's face was rosy and very happy.

Now!

Bang Bang Bang!

Three bells are melodious.

This represents the start of the competition and also urges the players to enter.

Lin Xiuxiu went down to prepare with joy.

In the center of the Yanwu Square, thirty-six rings are neatly arranged, all of which are made of blue steel stone poured with dark iron, piled up, and indestructible.

Soon, the competition began, and the disciples of each department came to the stage to compete.

From a distance, the fairy art and swordsmanship are shining, colorful and lively. But if you look closely, it's a matter of oversight, because most of the rings are a few moves to separate the winners and losers, and there are very few examples of close matches.

"Lin Xiuxiu is on the field. Qin Li said.

Not far away!

One side of the ring.

Lin Xiuxiu held the Qingyan Sword and slowly appeared.

On the opposite side is a disciple of the sword department, five big and three thick, the cultivation of the six grades of the Immortal Venerable, and said politely: "Senior sister, I am the sword department, you are the Dan department, my cultivation is still higher than your two grades, you still admit defeat!"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's shoot!" Lin Xiuxiu was aroused to be competitive and pulled out the Qingyan sword.

"In that case, it's offended!"

The sword disciple's eyes froze, and he drew his sword, and the whole person was like a cannonball, fierce and unstoppable!

He approached Lin Xiuxiu within three feet, wanting to fight quickly and finish off the opponent with one move.

"What!" Lin Xiuxiu panicked, subconsciously clenched the Qingyan Sword and slashed hard.

Click!

After a crisp sound.

Qingyan Sword slashes the opponent's sword.

The disciple of the sword department was dumbfounded, I am a four-grade sword weapon, how can it be like tofu.

"Good opportunity!" Lin Xiuxiu came back to her senses, and with a stab, the Qingyan sword was on the opponent's neck.

"This ......" The sword disciple's eyes were the size of a copper bell, staring at Qingyan Sword, and finally said helplessly:

"Good sword, good sword!"

Then he took the broken sword with him and was unwilling to leave.

Lin Xiuxiu cheered, and looked sideways at Qin Li in the distance, with an expression of quick praise.

In the next four games, Lin Xiuxiu showed great might, relying on the sharpness of the Qingyan sword to cut off the opponent's blade, and won the victory with one move, which can be described as extremely smooth.

But in the sixth game, trouble arose.

"Lin Xiuxiu, meet again!"

Yang Xiaomu walked into the ring with a smile on his face.

In the past few months, she has swallowed a lot of pills, and has been promoted to the third grade of Immortal Venerable, although the realm is vain, and the blood of Immortal Venerable in her body is mixed, but after all, her strength has greatly improved.

"It's you, wait a minute, if you lose, don't cry. Lin Xiuxiu held her head high.

Yang Xiaomu pursed his lips disdainfully: "Don't show off your might, you just rely on the six-grade Qingyan Sword." And the thin sword in my hand, although it is a fifth grade, is enough to fight with the Qingyan sword. ”

"Hmph, my realm is one grade higher than yours, and the sword weapon is also one grade higher than you, so it's very simple to beat you. Lin Xiuxiu bit her lower lip tightly and pulled out the Qingyan Sword.

"Hehe! The weakest of the academy dares to be arrogant, today I will let you know how weak the disciples of the Danbu are. ”

Yang Xiaomu was unceremonious, and pulled out the thin sword at his waist, which was "Scattered Flower Butterfly Sword".

Her swordsmanship has made great progress, her moves have changed in thousands of ways, her offensive is extremely strong, and a set of swordsmanship has come down, splitting out the Dao sword light, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

"Clouds of fire!"

Lin Xiuxiu was shocked and used the iconic immortal technique of the Danbu. As soon as he made a move, the fire cloud was filled, enveloping all directions, with raging firepower, which could burn the mountains and fields.

This move seems to be bluffing, but in fact it is not very powerful, and it is vulnerable to a master.

"Carving insect skills, a few swords to break it!"

"Butterflies love flowers!"

Yang Xiaomu's wrist turned, and he changed his move in an instant.

Her whole person is like a butterfly wearing flowers, her footwork is swimming, flashing and moving, and a thin sword is just like the east wind destroying a hundred flowers, swinging through layers of fire clouds, pointing directly at Lin Xiuxiu.

"Oops!"

Lin Xiuxiu was shocked, and she had no ability to resist at all.

However, she is also smart, understands the principle of promoting strengths and avoiding weaknesses, keeps regressing, and tries to avoid short-term handovers.

Suddenly!

An interesting scene appeared.

On the ring, the two women chased and fled, constantly turning in circles, but they didn't move.

"Lin Xiuxiu, there's a kind of you stop!"

"Yang Xiaomu, there is a kind of you catching up!"

The two women began to talk again.

On the viewing platform.

Qin Li smiled speechlessly.

The green-robed fairy king laughed and said, "Xiao Nizi is so smart!"

The red-eyed Immortal King nodded: "Xiuxiu is the fourth rank of the Immortal Venerable, if she continues to consume it like this, she will obviously win." ”

The Heavy Sword Immortal King interjected: "This is not necessarily, my daughter has a lot of explosive methods, and your family Xiuxiu is doomed." ”

The voice fell.

There was a sudden change in the ring.

"Lin Xiuxiu, you forced me. ”

"Blood Burning Technique!" Yang Xiaomu shouted, and the blood of the Immortal Venerable in his body began to evaporate, generating a steady stream of immortal power, suddenly raising his strength, and his speed increased instantly.

This is a forbidden art that damages oneself in exchange for strength, and is only used when it is desperate.

"Butterflies break branches!"

Yang Xiaomu approached Lin Xiuxiu in a few steps, and it was a killing move when he came up.

The thin sword pierced the air, like a butterfly, against the sword grid of the Qingyan Sword, and then slammed it sideways, and forcibly picked the Qingyan Sword out of the air.

"It's not good, my sword!" Lin Xiuxiu exclaimed, helpless.

"You should have lost a long time ago!" Yang Xiaomu was so excited that he quickly stabbed out a sword and was about to pick the fruits of victory.

However!

"Here comes the sword!"

Lin Xiuxiu called.

The Qingyan Sword shook violently and returned to its sheath in an instant.

Thorn -

Yang Xiaomu's collar was cracked.

If it weren't for Lin Xiuxiu removing the scabbard, when the Qingyan Sword returned just now, it would not be the collar that was split, but the neck.

"I ......" Yang Xiaomu's face turned red, his hand holding the sword was trembling, and finally he was full of helplessness and said extremely unconvinced:

"I ...... Lost!"

Lin Xiuxiu smiled when she saw this, blooming like a flower: "Senior Sister Yang will let me." ”