Ying Tian and Yi Hongxiang in the green plum forest under the seventy-two peaks glanced at each other, and they couldn't hide the gloom in their eyes.

Huang Fu Yi couldn't see the gloom revealed.

But the slightest inadvertent sadness was seen by Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng looked around, and did not find the shadows of the rest of the same sect in the first Spiegel Platform except for Ying Tian and Yi Hongxiang, and he had already guessed in his heart what happened to his fellow academy comrades who swore to take the life of Zhou Tong, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, to avenge the revenge of his classmates.

"You don't have to sign up for the sword platform. Luo Changfeng, who was silent for a moment, said.

Green plum boiled wine and raccoon flowers wash the sword, this is a rare event in Kunlun Sword Pavilion. But now the return of the stargazing old man has added many unpredictable variables to the grand event that was originally based on the sword.

Luo Changfeng and Senior Brother, who were involved for no reason, couldn't escape from this whirlpool, and he really didn't want to see any academy students fall into it.

"Hatred of Fellow Soldiers......"

The weather was indignant.

Yi Hongxiang tugged at Ying Tian's sleeve, and then shook his head slightly.

Compared with Ying Tian, who was the second among the students in the inner courtyard of the academy, Yi Hong's makeup was undoubtedly more mature and thoughtful.

It's no wonder that there are matchmakers and three mothers in the inner courtyard.

"It's safer for me and my senior brother to settle the affairs of the academy. ”

Luo Changfeng turned around and looked at the Nine Heavens Peak from afar.

Directly in front of him there is a stone staircase to climb the mountain.

There are nine hiking trails on all sides of the mountain.

Although I don't know which stone steps will meet the young Lord Zhou Tong of the Iron Sword Gate at the end of the stone steps, there is no need to be discouraged. Because Luo Changfeng knew that Zhou Tong was among the six sword attendants selected by the Sword Pavilion this time.

Suffice it to know that.

Sooner or later, they would meet, on the Nine Heavens Peak, or in the Raccoon Flower Pond.

Ying Tian was slightly surprised, obviously he didn't expect Luo Changfeng to take the initiative to take over the matter.

In fact, with the strength of him and Yi Hongxiang in the Yuanshen realm now, Zhou Tong still didn't dare to say that he was fifty percent sure, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into this appearance.

There was a soft light flowing in Yi Hong's beautiful eyes, and seeing Luo Changfeng's cultivation was only new to the realm of Yuanshen, she had never seen Luo Changfeng make a move, and she really couldn't make any unfounded conclusions.

She and Ying Tian looked at each other again.

Although there was a lot of unwillingness in his eyes, he finally chose to endure it.

They silently retreated behind the two uncles.

There was a stir in the green plum forest.

It was the applause and shouts from the countless people who were boiling wine and watching the sword under the plum tree, or from the cultivators.

Luo Changfeng followed everyone's gaze.

On the sword platform than the sword drums sounded, and someone boarded the sword platform.

It was departed.

The long sleeves of his right arm danced in the wind and looked empty, leaving the sword pavilion sword slave costume and boarding the sword platform, he stood on the sword platform, which immediately caused a sigh.

"Is that a sword-washing slave?"

"It looks like a crippled sword slave. ”

"The identity of the sword slave also wants to compete for the first place in the sword platform?"

"It's so ridiculous! When did the dignified Kunlun Sword Pavilion fall to relying on sword washing slaves to support the façade?"

"Maybe people are hiding it and pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"If he had been hidden deeply, he would have been selected as a Tianchi Sword Attendant a long time ago, and would he have bothered to participate in this discussion of Sword Platform Group Points?"

“......”

Laughter and noise lingered in my ears for a long time.

Everyone was laughing at this humble sword slave who didn't know the sky.

At the foot of the mountain, many Sword Pavilion disciples gathered around the Qingmei Forest, and their eyes on Liluo did not show any kindness.

Although they are outer disciples, they are also upright Sword Pavilion disciples.

They really couldn't forgive a humble sword slave who couldn't even possess a sword for disgrace the Sword Pavilion at this moment of world attention.

That's a great disgrace!

A person walked up to the stage on the opposite side of the departure, and seeing that his dress was actually a disciple of the Sword Pavilion and a disciple of the outer sect. That disciple was holding a bronze sword in his hand, and he should be a bronze sword disciple in the four gates and three halls of the Sword Pavilion.

Under the noise, the disciple stood in front of Liluo and said in a deep voice, "Don't get down yet!"

Liluo raised his eyes: "Senior brother is talking about me?"

"Could it be that there are other people on the sword platform?"

"Senior brother is not human?"

There was another round of laughter.

The disciples of the outer sect of the Bronze Sword Sect, who obviously did not have the upper hand in the battle of tongues, were annoyed and angry: "The guy who doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin!"

The disciple drew his sword and stabbed straight at him.

Dealing with a sword slave with a broken arm is just a matter of one move.

He wants everyone to watch, who will be as embarrassed as a dog after this sword is stabbed.

Liluo stood on the first group of sword platforms without moving.

Feeling the sword wind blowing in his face, he stretched out his left hand and pointed like a sword to clamp the bronze sword that pierced the door.

The outer disciple was terrified, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the sword in his hand to get rid of the power of the two fingers of the hateful sword slave.

The laughter and disdain around the sword platform gradually decreased.

The people and cultivators who were cooking wine and watching the sword slowly withdrew their smiles from watching the play, and looking at the nervous and frightened look of the outer disciple, everyone began to get serious.

It's just because Liluo has always been serious.

Holding the tip of the copper sword between his two fingers and exerting slightly, the tip of the sword began to bend, and then the sword body began to bend, and after the arc of the ordinary copper sword reached the limit, it was under a crisp breaking sound, the copper sword was broken into two.

The frightened outer disciple staggered back.

The tip of the sword flew out like a hidden weapon with half of the tip of the sword between his two fingers, and the tip of the sword slashed through the cheeks of the outer disciples, and was directly inserted into the green plum tree not far from the sword platform.

Penetrating!

There was silence all around the green plum forest.

No matter how you say it, it is not a wonderful sword fight, which makes the seventy-two peaks suddenly silent.

The first battle of the first group of swords ended with the beginning.

Even many people don't know what's going on.

A humble sword washing slave only used two fingers to force back the outer disciples of the Sword Pavilion?

Someone said cautiously: "Perhaps, this is really a story of a sword slave's counterattack." ”

......

First win in the first round.

The disciple of the Sword Pavilion, who was in charge of recording the results of the Sword Terrace Competition, was extremely reluctant to draw a horizontal stroke after the name of the departure.

Liluo, who glanced casually at this side, walked off the sword platform.

The people who were cooking wine and looking at the sword came back to their senses, looking at the back of the fall, and there was a burst of applause around the green plum forest.

Give a round of applause to the departed.

And the grouping battles of more than 20 sword platforms were also staged one after another under the endless applause.

The foot of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun can be described as very lively.

However, compared to the six challenge places of Jiutian Peak, no matter how wonderful the sword competition is, it is always a small fight. Except for attracting the people of Tianyun City who were boiling wine and watching swords under the green plum trees, it was not very attractive to cultivators who came from afar.

What cultivators really want to see is naturally the thousand-foot Nine Heavens Peak.

Luo Changfeng and his senior brother were also quietly watching the sword in the crowd.

He always paid attention to the fact that the stone steps of the Nine Heavens Peak had been deserted.

He didn't mean to be the first to show up until no one broke the coldness. After all, in the thousand-layer stone steps mountain road leading to the peak of the Nine Heavens Peak, I don't know what obstacles are hidden.

At times like these, it's not a good thing to be in the limelight!

Just thinking to himself, he suddenly felt a gust of wind from the corner of his eye sweeping over the mountain, and Luo Changfeng turned his head in surprise.

The senior brother also sensed it and sighed softly.

So Yi Hong's makeup and Ying Tian followed suit.

(PS: I asked for a monthly pass at the beginning of July, and I hope that friends who read books can come to Zongheng to support.) How the road is in Juntianhou depends on the month of July. ）