Happy squinted at the male disciple who had just made a provocative speech, and bent down to salute the old man with his fists clenched, waiting for the old man's answer.

"Madman, Di Kui, what is your opinion on the matter involving your two disciples?" the old man groaned slightly and raised his head to ask.

"Whoever loses will sweep the three-year ladder!" Chu Madman's eyes were rounder than a light bulb, and he looked at Zheng Dikui and said viciously.

"Hehe, since Senior Brother Chu has no opinion, then it's even harder for me to say anything," Zheng Dikui stroked his beard and smiled, his meticulously groomed beard was in stark contrast to the weeds on Chu Maniac's mouth, and he looked complacent.

"Twelve, is it feasible to talk to Xie everything?" Zheng Dikui didn't look back and asked softly.

"I can't ask for it," the male disciple who had just made a provocative remark replied respectfully, glancing at Xie Yi, who was drooping his head with his eyes as he spoke, and deliberately lowered his voice, but it happened to be heard by all the people in the hall.

"But master, Xie Yi doesn't even have a weapon, and it's a bit of a bully for me to fight him, so how can we compare?"

"This brother doesn't have to worry about it, I have the weapon, just lend it to Xie Yiyi. Glad to listen to this guy's words, he was furious, tried his best to suppress his irritable emotions, and whispered.

"In this case, Senior Brother in charge, why don't we move to the martial arts arena, so that we can take a look at the recent cultivation results of the two children. Zheng Dikui got up and saluted the old man, regardless of whether he really respected it in his heart, but he still did a lot of work on the surface.

"Okay, yes. Xie Yisheng, you can enter the sword grave again, if you lose, don't mention this matter again. The old man slapped his knee and stood up.

"Fellow disciples, it's okay to learn from each other, but the main point is set until it ends, don't hurt people, but it's clear?"

The old man said loudly with his hands behind his back.

"Yes!" The six elders present all got up, saluted the old man together with the disciples behind him, and watched the old man slowly step down from the stage and walk towards the outside of the hall.

Happy followed behind Xie Yi and walked deeper into the courtyard with the large army.

"Lao Xie, what's the situation?" Happy has been holding back in the inner hall, but it makes him uncomfortable, he is a chatter in front of his acquaintances, and he can die if he doesn't let him speak for a minute.

"Alas, it's hard to put into words. Xie Yi shook his head, I haven't seen him for a few months, this kid's skin is darker, and his face is bigger.

"Speak human words. The fire of happy gossip was burning, but Xie Yi poured cold water.

"The practice of the knife is too fierce, and the practice of the knife is useless. Xie Yi whispered.

"I'll go! what are you kid doing!" happily grew his mouth, and he was a little speechless for a while.

"I asked the master for a set of knife techniques to figure out by myself, but I was so anxious that I cut off the knife. Xie Yi was full of frustration.

Happy originally wanted to make fun of Xie Yi and eliminate his psychological pressure, but seeing that he was in a low mood, he lost the meaning of laughing, Happy stretched out his arm and hugged Xie Yi's shoulders.

"What a big deal! Look at your sad face, if you don't have a weapon, brother will accompany you to find it, first beat that stinky boy, I think he is very unhappy. ”

"By the way, brother, your weapon is that gun, right? Senior Brother Twelve's weapon is a sword, why should I fight him? I haven't played with a gun. Xie Yi scratched his head and looked questioning.

Happy Wenyan smiled mysteriously at him, the two of them deliberately slowed down and dragged to the end of the team, patted their left arm, and the long-suppressed Tianque appeared, and under the deliberate suppression of Xing, he withdrew the dazzling sword, and the blade surged to the size of Xie Yi's giant knife, spinning and wandering around the two.

Xie Yi's eyes glared at the boss, looking at Tianque suspended in the air with an incredulous expression.

"Brother, you ......" Xie Yi didn't know what to ask for a while.

"Don't ask anything, beat that kid first, and we'll talk about it after the fight. ”

Happy grabbed Xie Yi's right shoulder, and the scripture energy was directly transmitted to Xie Yi's body along the arm, and the cooperation of the scripture energy was needed to control the sky, which was the battle strategy that Xing had thought of.

"After a while, you don't care about anything, just use the sword momentum you have understood, and treat my sword as your sword, I promise that he can't carry a sword. Happy smiled evilly and whispered to Xie Yi, followed the large army for a long time, and came to an open area.

The huge martial arts arena paved with bluestone slabs appeared in front of me, I looked at the bottom of the mountain before I was happy, and I didn't find that there was such a huge flat land on the mountain, I thought it should be more than half of the mountainside area with manpower to dig out, this square is at least 10,000 square meters, what a big deal!

Hearing that the disciples were discussing, someone had already arranged the seats of the elders of the sect in advance, and happily declined the seat of the head of the sect again, and stood with Xie Yi and Xie Tongfeng's senior brothers.

"Lao Xie, remember everything you taught, don't embarrass my brother. Happy whispered to Xie Yi while looking at Xie Yi's opponent, known as the disciple of the twelve.

Carrying an ordinary long sword, the size is slightly longer than the normal body type of Tianqi, the sword body is snow-white, with a white dress really has a sense of being out of the world, this twelve long is not bad, a black hair with a hairpin behind his head, like a knight in the ancient sword rivers and lakes, but he is a little short, he is like a Lilliputian country, nearly a head shorter than happy.

"Nineteen, that's good, you must get down the twelve in a while!" A large male disciple patted Xie Yi's shoulder heavily, not caring at all about Xie Yi's grinning expression.

"Nineteen, cut him! I have long seen that the people of their Black Bamboo Peak are not pleasing to the eye, and the big face sent to the door is not fanned. A male disciple with the figure of a bamboo pole spoke, the white robe was worn on his body empty, and he was a living drying rack with a clip to hang on the rope.

"Brother Nineteen, I'll cheer for you! Wow, your sword is so big. A cute little Lori came over and talked to Xie Yi, a small word, a cute smile on the baby's fat smiling face, she touched Tianque curiously, Tianque buzzed a few times, frightened she withdrew her hand, and then couldn't help but be curious to have a finger to flick the sword body.

"Nineteen, look at me. Xie Yi's sloppy master walked over, his steps were frivolous, he didn't have the spirit of a martial artist at all, the whole person was loose, and he stretched out his hand to disperse Xie Yizhou's senior brother.

"Are you sure?"

Xie Yi didn't dare to look at his master's eyes, scratched his head, and returned to his posture of bowing his head.

"Look at me," Xie Yi's master said again.

Xie raised his head consciously, and met the eyes of the master staring at him.

"Nineteen, you have to win him, do you hear me?"

"Yes...... Yes, master, I'm ...... I know. Xie Yi was stared at by the master, and he couldn't speak well.

The Chu madman stared at this slightly timid disciple, his eyes contained mixed emotions, and after a long time, he turned around and slowly walked back to his seat.

"Disciples on both sides, please enter!"

The head of the sect temporarily appointed a disciple as a referee, and his clear voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.

Xie Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then tidied up his robe, rolled up the sleeves of his arms half, carried the giant Tianqi, and walked slowly towards the field.

He walked very slowly, and in a place that others could not see, Xie Yi's whole body began to tense, the muscles of his right arm bulged regularly, his hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword of Tianqi, under his deliberate control, the tip of the sword trembled gently in front of the suspended body, and kept drawing small circles in a very small range.

He was familiar with the gap.

The two walked to the middle of the martial arts arena, accompanied by the referee, clasped their fists and saluted, bowed deeply at 90 degrees, and the two of them completed the salute like husband and wife, and then each took a few steps back and showed their weapons.

Twelve stretched out his hand and drew the sword behind his back, and the white blade of the sword radiated a white light.

"Nineteen, I didn't expect you to really dare to fight, do you know how big the gap between us is?"

Xie Yi closed his eyes slightly, as if he wasn't listening to him at all.

"I practiced swords at the age of four, went up the mountain at the age of nine, countless days and nights, when you were practicing, I was practicing swords, when you were eating, I was practicing swords, when you were sleeping, I was still practicing swords, just like that, I persevered for ten years,"

Ignoring Xie Yi's state of not entering, Twelve seemed to have entered a state of demonic shock, he may have said it to Xie Yi, or he was saying it to himself.

"Why are you stronger than me? Why are you a core disciple as soon as you get started? You work harder than me in practice, or are you better at swordsmanship than me?"

Xie Yi still didn't speak, and the tip of the sword that pointed diagonally at the ground trembled slightly.

Tian Que began to cooperate with the feeling of searching for the knife in his hand.

"Oh, I forgot, you practice swords, it's ridiculous! The disciples of the Heavy Sword Sect don't practice swords!

The more Twelve spoke, the more crazy he became, his voice had already spread throughout the martial arts arena, his long sword pointed straight at the sky, and said with an arrogant face,

"No one can help you, your master, your brother, your friend, can't do it, come on, let's decide the winner with a sword!"

As he spoke, his body jumped high, concentrating the strength of his whole body on his arms, and his bent body released a huge amount of energy, and the white sword body expanded rapidly under the urging of the exercises.

Xie Yi's sword tip trembled more and more, but he still didn't move.

The timing is not right, it doesn't feel right.

Twelve's figure has reached its highest point, and the long sword that is ready to fire is about to fall, this is a node, and the sword with the strongest momentum of the twelve has completed its accumulation and slashed towards the top of Xie Yi's head.

The sword fell, and the violent energy movement cut through the air, creating a breeze and smashing towards Xie Yi.

The hairs on Xie's face stood up, his tight robe was already soaked, and he tried hard to control the muscles that were about to spasm, and he was bound to make the right sense at the right moment.

The white sword was less than a meter away from Xie Yi.

Xie Yi's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he held the long sword on his head with both hands, and the sword light in the sky exploded instantly, rushing straight into the sky, Xie Yi shouted, and split the giant sword out with both hands without hesitation.

"I have a sword that can cut the heavens and the earth!"

"If I have an obsession in my heart, I can overcome all enemies. Xie Yi roared wildly, and said silently in his heart.