The Great Sect Competition, held every five years, is a grand event in Ling Jianmen, and it is also a feast for the division of power among the five elders of Ling Jianmen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The great competition of the sect is the great competition of the disciple level.

Although Ling Jianmen is only a mortal sect, due to its attachment to the Yunhai Sect, countless famous families have sent their descendants here over the years, just to one day be able to enter the Immortal Gate.

It's just that there are very few people who generally know about this, so over the years, many disciples have just been dedicated to practicing swords, and they didn't expect that one day, they would have the opportunity to become a registered disciple of the Xianmen.

In the past, there were a lot of disciples who participated in this grand event every time, but this time, because of the matter of recruiting disciples from the Xianmen, the number of disciples who participated was far more than before, and everyone wanted to take this opportunity to soar to the sky.

Because the sect is approaching, the entire Ling Jian Sect has fallen into an inexplicable excitement, all kinds of gossip are flying all over the sky, and some people have even set up a gamble in private, listing the disciples sent by the five elders one by one, to see who can win that place in the end.

After all, these disciples are all elder-handed disciples, no matter how powerful others are, they can't be compared to them, although this conference is a conference of the entire Ling Jian Sect disciples, it is better to say that it is a competition between these five disciples.

"I'll bet two taels of silver and bet on Senior Sister Li!"

"Five taels of silver, I'll bet on Senior Brother Lin!"

"I ...... I'm betting that Senior Brother Chen won, and if I lose, I'll wash each of you for a day's clothes!"

"I'm tired of you! I don't have money and learn to gamble with others, so I'll bet on Senior Brother Wang!"

There were a total of five tokens, and the other four were overcrowded, but only Zhao An's token was thrown aside alone, directly ignored by everyone.

I don't know if it was remembered or what, suddenly, a voice sounded in the crowd, saying,

"You guys are too boring to gamble, if you want me to say, just bet on an exciting one!"

"What's exciting?"

"Bet on how long the big brother can stand in the ring!"

As soon as these words came out, the noisy room was quiet, and everyone was stunned, and they didn't react for a while.

Later, I don't know who reacted quickly, rushed forward, took out two coins of silver from his arms, slammed it on the table, blushed, and shouted, "I bet that the senior brother can't stand on the stage for a while!"

"I also bet that the senior brother can't stand for a breath!"

……

In an instant, everyone's excitement was focused on Zhao An, which was much more interesting than betting on those senior brothers to win, and even they didn't realize that in the end, the direction of the entire bet was deviated.

At this time, Zhao An, who has become the focus of everyone's dice, is making the final effort and sprint for the sake of the sect competition.

"Senior brother, I've been asleep for two days, nothing will happen, right?"

"Yes, although Senior Brother has loved to sleep before, he has never slept for such a long time. ”

Since the last time he learned the news of the sect's big competition, after leaving Zhao Lan's room, Zhao An didn't say a word, ate a full meal fiercely, and then returned to his room without hesitation and fell asleep.

Slowing down the speed of the surroundings and manipulating time is already an extremely energy-consuming thing, plus he has long been exhausted in order to protect Li Ruyun and Senior Brother Lin, who has been constantly using his abilities along the way, and he must restore his ability and energy to the best state before the sect competition.

No matter how fast and accurate those people's swordsmanship was, even if they were drunk with swords for ten years, what could they do? As long as he could slow down their speed by a hundred times, even if he didn't know how to swordsmanship, he could still win with one move!

Next to Zhao An's pillow, the novel of Zhiwei Immortals, which has been turned over countless times and has been rolled up, is lying quietly beside him, and the fairy fate seems to have really come.

……

The clouds are clear and the sky is high, and the blue sky is like washing.

A majestic wind stands in the middle of ten thousand peaks, the cliff is chiseled, the peak is steep, look at it from afar, only to see the place close to the peak, there is a large flat place, the people on it are crowded, and it is very lively!

On the platform, there were five elders sitting side by side, and behind each of them, there was a young man or girl with a sword, all of them were radiant and handsome.

Among the five teenagers and girls, there is even one of them with a long sword hanging obliquely on his back, his eyes are bright and scary, his spirit looks extremely good, and he looks smiling, but who is it!

"Senior brother, are you too tired from reading lately, I heard that you slept for three days and three nights this time, if it weren't for the junior brother knocking on the door to wake up, I'm afraid that even the sect would have missed it." Wang Tong, who was standing behind the Great Elder, suddenly spoke, with an undisguised sarcasm in his voice.

Wang Tong is the personal disciple of the Great Elder, and he has also learned swords since he was a child. At this time, he suddenly spoke, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he obviously didn't have any good intentions.

What kind of book Zhao An is reading, I'm afraid that no one in the entire sect doesn't know, hearing Wang Tong's words, although the other elders didn't react, but the disciples standing behind them showed a look of schadenfreude one by one.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid that the senior brother was worried about being embarrassed during the big competition in the sect, so he deliberately pretended to be asleep. Senior Brother Chen sneered.

Glancing at Zhao Lan, the fifth uncle who was sitting on the side and did not speak, Wang Tong smiled slightly, and looked at Zhao An with a condescending gaze, with a kind of ridicule and disdain in his eyes.

Zhao An is very thick-skinned, and he doesn't know how many more ugly words he hears in private, so he naturally doesn't care too much about Wang Tong and Senior Brother Chen's words.

Li Ruyun and Senior Brother Lin didn't know why, they looked at each other, and nodded deeply at each other in their hearts, thinking that what Wang Tong said was very right.

Seeing that Zhao An still looked calm and did not show the slightest hint of anger, Wang Tong was faintly disappointed in his heart.

He had wanted to deliberately provoke Zhao An and make him make a fool of himself while all the elders were there, but it didn't seem to have much effect now.

After thinking about it, Wang Daodao, "I am extremely yearning for the swordsmanship of the Fifth Senior Uncle, but I have never had the opportunity to meet him, Senior Brother Zhao is the personal disciple of the Fifth Senior Uncle, could it be that he has only learned to sleep?"

The smile on Zhao An's face was cold, although he didn't care about these people's attitude on weekdays, it didn't mean that he didn't even care about Zhao Lan's face.

It's okay to be sarcastic in private, but now Wang Tong squeezed him in front of Zhao Lan and the elders, obviously he didn't even pay attention to his master.

Under Wang Tong's gaze, Zhao An's face became gloomy, and he replied coldly, "I slept for three days and three nights, what are you doing?"

"You!"

Wang Tong's pupils shrank, but he didn't expect Zhao An, who had always been a, to be able to open his mouth to fight back.

"What are you, I'm the fourth-generation senior disciple of Ling Jianmen, I don't speak, how can I have your part in speaking, what are you when you are!"

Wang Tong's face froze, and his eyes instantly became vicious, as a fourth-generation disciple, although he was the apprentice of the Great Elder, and his swordsmanship was strong, he could only rank second, just because there was a Zhao An above, and Zhao An lost face in front of everyone last time, and the disciples below had already respected him, how could anyone dare to speak to him like this.

But Zhao An got to the point, the most important thing for Ling Jianmen is the seniority, even if Zhao An is not good, he is also the senior brother of the fourth generation of Ling Jianmen, and he really has no place to speak.

Wang Tong is not Zhao An, he is not as thick-skinned as Zhao An, at this time, he was robbed by Zhao An for a while, and was looked at by other elder disciples, Wang Tong's face turned red, and he opened his mouth viciously.

"Hopefully, in a moment, your sword will be as powerful as your mouth. ”

Zhao An sneered, didn't even bother to look at Wang Tong, and looked at the platform below.

The intrigues that happened above, the disciples below are naturally invisible, but fortunately, these elders know in their hearts that the battle between the disciples is a matter between the disciples, and they will not negotiate too much as a master, just as Zhao Lan has not stopped others from sarcastically treating Zhao An, the Great Elder will also not take the dispute between Zhao An and Wang Tong in his eyes.

"Today is my Lingjianmen's five-year sect competition, everyone knows the rules of the competition, I won't say much here, I only have one sentence, I hope everyone can give full play to their strength, don't leave regrets on the road in the future. ”

The Great Elder's words were very short, and they ended in a few words.

The next step is the competition between the disciples.

And the focus of this sect competition is the competition for the disciples of the Xianmen, this time there is only one place, it will be very fierce, but the same time will be very short, and for the sake of fairness, this time, the inner disciples of the five elders will also participate in it, duel in pairs, the point is up, the winner will conduct the next round of the competition, and the loser will be eliminated.

The final winner will have the qualification to become a registered disciple of the Yunhai Sect.

Although it was said to be fair, these five elder disciples were still placed in the position of the latter appearance.

Since the Great Elder announced the start of the big competition, there have been disciples on the stage one after another, although there are some disciples with superb swordsmanship, but after all, there are only a few geniuses, most of them are still decent, it doesn't seem to be anything new, the more they go to the back, the more sleepy everyone is.

"Although there are not many disciples this year, the overall strength is much better than the last sect competition, which can be regarded as my Ling Jianmen's luck. There was a hint of relief in the Great Elder's eyes.

"Yes, no matter who can be selected by the Yunhai Sect this time, it will be a great help to the future development of my Ling Jianmen, but I don't know who will be chosen. The third elder nodded, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said with a smile,

"Old Five, your apprentice can be regarded as having a chance this time, but it's a pity... ”

"What is a pity?" Zhao Lan glanced at the third elder lightly.

The third elder smiled coldly, and said in a strange manner, "It's a pity that you have no ambition and no life, and your scheming is in vain, and in the end, you just end up as a clown." ”

"Then you mean that my apprentice will definitely lose?" Zhao Lan's gaze gradually turned cold, and his eyes swept towards the third elder.

"It's really ridiculous, Fifth Senior Brother, don't you think that a person who can't even dance a complete set of swordsmanship can still win this sect competition?" the three elders sneered unceremoniously.

"Then we might as well compare and see. Zhao Lan completely ignored the provocation of the three elders, leaned back comfortably, and looked at Zhao An with a trace of deep expectation in his eyes.

"Trick up!" the third elder snorted coldly,

"In the next game, Zhou Lu, a disciple of the outer sect, will challenge Senior Brother Zhao An, a disciple of the elders. ”

In an instant, when the name of "Zhao An" sounded, the whole surroundings were boiling!

"Hurry up, Senior Brother Zhao is on the field!"

"Hahaha Since the last time the Crazy Sword Sect, Senior Brother Zhao danced the sword, I have never seen Senior Brother Zhao make a move, I bet that Senior Brother Zhao can't last three breaths on stage, what about you?"

"Three breaths, who can stand in the ring of the sect's big competition, how can there be ordinary people, I see, Senior Brother Zhao is afraid that he will not be able to hold two breaths. ”

"If I were a senior brother, instead of being embarrassed on stage, it would be better to hit my head and die first. ”

Everyone's discussion sounded noisily, and almost everyone bet on how long Zhao An would stand in the ring, and everyone waited until now, and finally it was Zhao An's turn to appear, and their eyes couldn't help but cast their eyes over.

I felt countless eyes fall on me, some gloating, some curious, some disdainful, and some jealous...... Zhao An slowly opened his eyes, so many eyes were focused on him, he was really a little embarrassed.

"Please give me advice. Zhou Lu couldn't hold back a smile on his face, even he never thought that his life would be so good, and he actually met Zhao An, who was the best to clean up, in the first round.

Zhao An glanced at Zhou Lu, then nodded slightly, and said seriously, "I can't talk about teaching, it's just a point." ”

Hahaha!

As soon as the words sounded, it immediately caused a burst of laughter, and everyone looked at Zhao An with a ridiculous gaze.

Who is this meant for? Obviously, he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the other party and make a fool of himself on stage, but he wanted to say these four words, and since he loved face so much, why didn't he practice his sword well at that time.

"Fifth Senior Brother, your apprentice is quite confident. The three elders looked at Zhao Lan sarcastically.

Zhou Lu's face turned red, and he also didn't expect that Zhao An would say "point to point", and suddenly a sense of shame came to his heart, and a long sword appeared in his hand, stabbing at Zhao An fiercely.

"Whew!"

The blade sliced through the air, causing a piercing sound.

There was an uproar in the ring, and no one thought that this outer disciple, who was usually inconspicuous, would have such fast swordsmanship.

The sword body was lined with sunlight, reflecting a trace of coldness, and the sword was like a long wind, cutting the surrounding air with a slight sound, and it instantly stood up to Zhao An's chest.

All this is by no means more than five breaths of effort.

"This Zhou Lu's sword is so fast, even I may not be able to dodge it, Senior Brother Zhao is going to be ashamed. ”

"One of the swords is already in speed, Zhou Lu drew his sword in advance to seize the opportunity, this shot is more than enough to deal with an ordinary master, and it is used to deal with a senior brother who doesn't know swordsmanship...... It's a bit of a stretch. ”

"Senior brother, you must be holding on for a while, if you hold on for a while, I'll win. ”

The sword light on the stage flickered, and there were many introductions from the audience, and the situation almost showed a one-sided momentum, after all, Zhao An's swordsmanship they had seen, and it could only be described in four words, for Zhou Lu, there was only a fiasco.

Bang!

Just when everyone in the audience was talking, the sword light on the stage suddenly fell, and a figure flew straight out of the stage and fell hard under the stage, unconscious.

There was a sudden silence in the audience!

Nine out of ten people didn't know what was going on, but the five elders in the stands could see it clearly, their pupils constricted, and they stared straight at the stands.

The three elders looked at the stage even more violently, and their expressions showed a rare solemnity.

Just now, when the silver sword light came in an instant, an obscure scabbard flashed, and the scabbard only flashed for a moment, and then, what disappeared was the sharp sword light and Zhou Lu.

Yes, it was Zhou Lu who flew out.

At this time, he was lying on the ground, unconscious, the long sword in his hand flew far away, and in the stands, Zhao An stood in place with a smile.

Zhou Lu was knocked down by Zhao An......

Just, only one trick!