"The one in white is the senior brother of the younger generation of disciples of our Xianmen, Qi Chunfeng. ”

"The one in black is our second senior brother, Mo doesn't ask. ”

"The cultivation of the two of them has reached the innate realm, on weekdays, these senior brothers of mine, junior sisters, will always compare the two of them together, some people think that the cultivation of the senior brother is higher, and some people think that the cultivation of the second senior brother is higher, anyway, they are all in the same realm, I thought that this Zhenyuan Pagoda trial would be able to distinguish a high level, but how do you know that they have all climbed to the seventh layer!"

Listening to Li Luoyu say slowly, there was a little resentment in his words, but more as if he was envious.

In the girl's heart, in fact, like everyone else, she is also looking forward to the competition between the senior brother and the second senior brother, because she knows that after today, the dispute between the senior brother and the second senior brother, which is stronger and weaker, will have a conclusion.

This made Li Zhenlang's heart a little interested, his hands clasped around his chest, stretched out a hand, pinched his chin, and looked at the martial arts stage where the two were together, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he felt that the corners of his clothes were falling, Li Zhenlang looked down, it turned out that the knife and stick were constantly pulling him with his hands, and he wrinkled his little face, looking a little unhappy, he smiled, slowly leaned over, picked up the knife and stick, and looked at the two people on the martial arts stage with her.

Dao Ji stood behind the little boy Dao Shi, and the perspective of the two of them was also broad, just enough to see everything on the stage.

A look of longing appeared on Dao Shi's face, he looked at the two people holding swords on the stage, secretly clenched his fists, and his eyes were beating with two balls of light.

In front of the entire Yunyan Palace, thousands of people, at this time, were all looking at the two people on the stage, although there were still people competing on the martial arts stage elsewhere, but everyone had already filtered out their figures from their eyes, even the elders and guests sitting in front of the Yunyan Palace, under the plaque, were the same.

On the face of the real person in charge of the Sect Extreme Cloud, the look of relief was even more overflowing.

Lu Feiliu, a strange painter on the side, also showed a strong interest.

And the Western Desert Sword Hero was magnificent, his eyes were staring at the young man named Mo Buwen on the martial arts stage, as if he was more optimistic about that young man.

The elders of the Immortal Sect such as Liujin Wang, Shen Biyan, and Hongchen Tribulation, as well as some disciples of the Immortal Sect, were also staring at the martial arts stage in front of them.

In front of the noisy Yunyan Palace, all the disciples of the Immortal Sect gathered around the stage, and some argued about their senior brother and second senior brother, who could be better.

Some cheer for the people they support in their hearts!

There were also disciples who were silent and silent, quietly looking at the two on the stage, waiting for the next dream battle!

Yunhai Immortal Gate, big disciple, Qi Chunfeng.

War!

Yunhai Immortal Gate, second disciple, Mo doesn't ask.

Among the younger generation of disciples of the Immortal Gate, the two strongest are going to be on the top of this cloud today, and they will use their swords!

Which of the two is stronger or weaker will be known after this dream battle.

This dream battle of the Xianmen is also the beginning of the Supreme Elder Zong Qingge, who took over as the fifth generation of the head of the Yunhai Xianmen, and for thousands of years, the people of the Xianmen have never had such expectations!

Even when Jiyun Zhenren had not yet taken over as the head of the sect, he had a battle with the King of Liujin, and that battle was not won or lost, and it also left some regrets in the hearts of the disciples of the previous generation of Xianmen.

However, the two people on the martial arts stage at this time are not bad compared to the demeanor of Jiyun Zhenren and King Liujin when they were young.

On the contrary, there is still a faint momentum of blue out of blue!

It also made the next battle between the two, and the expectation rose to the top!

Li Zhenlang, like everyone else, was looking at the two people on the stage with full attention at the moment, and he was also looking forward to what was going to happen in front of him next.

Because, since he came to this world, apart from the fight of the people in the rivers and lakes in front of the restaurant, he has never seen the peak duel between cultivators!

At this moment, Li Zhenlang certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity, he looked at the front quietly, so much so that the knife and stick raised his hand to grab his hair, and he didn't notice it.

"Don't ask my junior brother, I've been waiting for a long time for this battle!"

The young man in white opened his mouth with his sword, and the sword pointed forward, and the young man's face was extremely indifferent.

"Senior Brother Chunfeng, in this battle, Senior Brother has also fantasized about it, let's stop it. ”

Mo Buwen said mildly.

With his sword on his back, he smiled kindly at the white-clothed young man in front of him.

Qi Chunfeng's expression was awe-inspiring, and he said slowly: "Point... Arrive... For... ......Suddenly he smiled, and then his eyes were indifferent to the front, and the next sentence was, the sword has no eyes!

As soon as the words fell, Qi Chunfeng took the lead, the white-clothed body was as flexible as a ghost, the figure moved instantly, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to approach Mo Buwen's body, and the long sword in his hand passed by, leaving behind the sword shadow of the Dao Dao.

The sentence that the sword had no eyes made Mo Buwen in a trance for a moment.

At that moment, his mind hesitated for a moment, and when the sword blade was about to be approached, he suddenly flipped the green blade behind him, and his posture retreated three feet later.

Stop again, backhand sword, and deal with it calmly.

Sword tip to sword tip.

White against black.

Senior brother to junior brother.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Qi Chunfeng praised Nei Yuan again, and suddenly his body was shining with Lan Hua, and Lan Mang was a great work, forcing Mo not to ask, and he had to mention Nei Yuan again.

The two looked at each other.

Qi Chunfeng is firm and fierce.

Mo didn't ask, and he couldn't bear it.

On the stage, the stalemate between the two made all the immortal disciples in the audience hold their breath and concentrate, and their eyes were reluctant to blink, for fear of missing the next moment of change.

The eyes of the real person in charge of the sect were bright, and there was always a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qi Chunfeng is his first apprentice, and he naturally understands Qi Chunfeng's ability.

And Na Mo didn't ask, it happened to be the disciple that his junior brother Liujin King had accepted before he left the Immortal Gate!

In this way, the competition between Qi Chunfeng and Mo Buwen is also related to the face of his Jiyun and Liujin King.

Jiyun Zhenren sighed in his heart that the competition between him and his junior brother Liujin King back then was not a winner, not because the two didn't want to be superior, but because his master Zong Qingge took action to stop the battle.

At this moment, he put all his thoughts on Qi Chunfeng's body, as if he saw himself when he was young.

And the Liujin King on the side, the look on his face was calm, although he had the name of a master and apprentice with Mo Buwen, but the Liujin King admitted that he was not worthy of being called a human teacher, in addition to teaching Mo Buwen the introductory exercises, and then all the practices of Mo Buwen, he as a teacher, he was not able to pay more attention to it.

That's because, at that time, I was going back to Wuxiang City.

Now that I think about it, it was he who owed this disciple the Golden King.

There was a sonorous sound, and the metal sounded, and the two people on the stage shook off the stalemate.

Qi Chunfeng slashed out with a sword, forcing Mo Buwen to be helpless, so he had to sink his feet hard, jump up, soar up, and fly in the air.

Qi Chunfeng's sword swept across the martial arts stage, and came straight to everyone in the audience!

Then he also jumped up, pointed at the ink in the sky and walked away.

At this time, the elders of the past generations who were hidden in the crowd each stepped forward and resolved this "flying disaster" for the younger generation of Xianmen disciples.

Li Zhenlang looked up along the figure of the two of them, and half-squinted his eyes at the dazzling light.

I saw Qi Chunfeng suddenly turn around in the air, like a harrier turning over, a blue light enveloped his body, his body was extremely fast, and he caught up with Mo Buwen in an instant, and the long sword in his hand slashed again!

Mo didn't ask to raise his sword to block again, he looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him with an indifferent expression, his eyes showed two complicated gazes, and he asked softly in his heart, the person in front of him was still the senior brother of Chunfeng who had practiced swords with him?

Mo Buwen was uncertain, and suddenly remembered the time when he practiced swords on the edge of the Heavenly Waterfall, and he had such a heart-to-heart relationship with the person in front of him.

Seeing that he was distracted in battle, Qi Chunfeng shouted angrily and said, "Take out the sword!"

Immediately, the heavy force on his hand pressed down until the force pressed the ink without asking three inches in front of his chest.

He pressed the sword with his hand, and slashed violently, and the two blades rubbed a little golden light.

Qi Chunfeng's sword mercilessly slashed through Mo Buwen's blade, and brought up a string of blood flowers, scattered in the air.

Mo Buwen lowered his head, he looked at the broken wound on his chest, the blood was spilling out sharply, and then he looked up at Qi Chunfeng, who was above him, and said, "Senior Brother Chunfeng, I lost." ”

Hearing this, Qi Chunfeng looked furious, swirled his sword, pointed downward, he was condescending, his eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "I want you to spare no effort to fight with me! In this battle, there is no room to admit defeat from the beginning!"

Mo Buwen frowned, looked at him with a complicated expression, and asked softly, "Senior Brother Chunfeng, why do you insist on forcing me like this?"

Qi Chunfeng looked up to the sky and laughed, like crazy, he raised his sword to the sky, and then pointed obliquely at the many immortal disciples below, shouting: "I am invincible to them, who will I fight if I don't fight with you?"

The young man in white stood in the air in the hot sun, holding a sword to force the battle, and the wild words that Fang had just spoken, all showed that kind of madness, arrogance and domineering!

The many Immortal Sect disciples below were full of awe, their faces were pale, and they looked up one by one, looking at their arrogant and uninhibited senior brother and the mild-hearted second senior brother.

Yunhai Immortal Sect Sect, Jiyun Zhenren. The look on his face was even more proud, Qi Chunfeng deserved to be his disciple of Jiyun, and his disciple of Jiyun should be so arrogant!

However, in addition to teaching Jiyun Zhenren, the major elders of Yunhai Immortal Sect all felt that this Qi Chunfeng was a little too arrogant, this kind of mentality can be described as a hundred harms and no benefits, even if you Qi Chunfeng are really invincible among the younger generation of disciples of this Yunhai Immortal Sect, how can you be so arrogant in front of your many junior brothers and sisters?

As a senior brother, no matter how outstanding your cultivation is, you shouldn't insult your fellow disciples like this! This made the elders have a deep prejudice against that Qi Chunfeng, but they felt that Mo Bu was gentle and gentle, and he did not insult his identity as a second senior brother.

Li Zhenlang chuckled at the corner of his mouth, feeling that this senior brother of Yunhai Immortal Sect was an arrogant guy, and looking at the black-clothed young man, it made him feel that it was more pleasing to the eye, but it was a little ...... It's too gentle.

Li Zhenlang shook his head gently, expecting that the young man in black would show a little manly spirit, in the face of such a hard-working person, why should he keep his hand?

Mo Buwen raised his hand lightly, slowly touched the blood marks on his chest, and held the sword in his other hand slowly, raised it to shoulder height, and said horizontally: "May you and I be happy!"