"This, that's the end?"

Offstage, Zhang Jiangshan's eyes widened, his cultivation was too low, a step worse than Gu Chengyang, and he couldn't even touch the edge of the sword. What I saw before, I saw Liang Qiufeng and Xue Yixuan dancing their swords on the stage, and they were just dazzled, which was not in line with the expected duel, even now, it was still a little unclear who won and who lost.

"Qiu Feng, this, who won the first?"

Liang Qiufeng smiled indifferently: "What do you say? I will come down first, and I will naturally lose." ”

Be honest and admit it.

Zhang Jiangshan said "ah", but was surprised: "But don't you obviously have a lot of tricks that haven't been used?"

In the fat man's impression, Liang Qiufeng advanced all the way before, always persevering, and his expression was unexpected, and often when others thought he would lose, he staged a Jedi counterattack and turned defeat into victory. But when it came to the most important final, he played a sword lightly, and then said that he lost.

That's not the case at all.

Liang Qiufeng glanced at Xue Yixuan, who was still on the stage, and said slowly: "I really can't beat her now......

Whether it is the realm of cultivation or the attainment of exercises, there is a certain gap between each other. Maybe you can give the other party trauma by trying your best, but the final failure is still inevitable.

But so what's the bother?

Besides, Xue Yixuan took the initiative to only compare swordsmanship, not strength, that is, sell it well.

Failure is not as hard to accept as imagined......

A smile appeared at the corner of Liang Qiufeng's mouth, as if an invisible stone had been put down in his heart and became relaxed-for many years, he was like a bowstring that was forever tight, spurring forward. However, sometimes it is too much, and inadvertently causes some negative effects and makes the mood flawed.

At this point, this year's Huaizuofu Junxiu Competition came to an end, and the top three were decided, namely Xue Yixuan, Liang Qiufeng, and Yang Wufeng.

If nothing else. The three of them will represent Huaizuo Mansion and go to the capital of the Tang Dynasty to participate in the national-level elite competition.

The date itinerary has also been set, three months later.

The rankings are decided, and then a series of awards are served. Presided over by the prefect, except for the third place, the top fifty Junxiu can get a commendation, but the resource rewards they can get are not comparable to the top three.

In the top three, Xue Yixuan, who ranked first, won a bottle of Wuqiao Divine Pill with a total of ten capsules. Plus a superb treasure. She chose a set of splendid mountain and river clothes, which belonged to the soft armor category, woven from nine kinds of fine silk materials, which were extremely soft and light as a feather.

Weapons and equipment, among which defensive items are even more rare. The value is above the same level.

As for the five tricks, it is even more extraordinary. The five orifices on the pill belong to the middle and upper quality. This will be eaten by the gods, which can warm the soul and make it stronger, and the effect is quite significant.

If such a pill is placed on the market, it will often be the last in line when it is auctioned. It became the finale, and the price was extremely high.

The reward is ten grains at a time, which makes people extremely red.

The reward for the second place is slightly inferior, seven pills of the god pill, and a superb treasure, but there is no choice, and it belongs to a fixed long sword.

The name of the sword is "Hongguang", and it is four feet and two inches long. It's a real sword. The scabbard is made of three-tailed crocodile skin, which is tough and exquisite.

After getting the sword, he pulled out the sheath and looked at it, revealing the edge, and saw that the whole body of the sword blade was still engraved with countless runes, like water waves overflowing, showing a sense of mystery.

Good sword.

Sonorous. Push the blade back into the sheath.

Liang Qiufeng had another calculation in his heart, he already had Kaifeng's injury sword, and he didn't need this "Hongguang" at all, but he could give it away.

The Divine Pill is a good thing to use. Recently, he has been painstakingly refining the alien sword intent, although there is "Sword Heart Carving Dragon" to suppress the Mud Pill Palace, but he still often feels powerless and mentally sleepy. After having the Divine Pill, the dilemma will be solved, and when refining the sword intent, taking the pill to assist can greatly improve patience.

With perseverance, success will go further.

Holding the Seven Hui Shen Pills, Liang Qiufeng had a prototype of his future cultivation plan in his mind.

In the end, Tanhua Yang Wu idiot, his reward was lowered to another level, and he only got five pills of the Divine Pill, and the equipment became a high-grade treasure, but he had the right to choose. He pondered for a moment in the list he was given, and finally picked out a piece of armor.

The game was over, the reward was over, and the prefect announced the end of this year's Junxiu competition with full anger, and everyone began to disperse.

The dust settled, and the song ended. Only the top three candidates were specially left by the prefect and called to the VIP seat to speak.

At this time, the number of people in the VIP table was sparse, and many representatives of the sect forces left in advance, including the patriarchs of the three major families. Obviously, they were very unhappy to see the scene of Liangqiu Peak's triumphant scenery. As for the small means of sloppy eyes and ruthless words, for their identity, they are unnecessary, but they seem to be out of shape.

Yang Wuxing, the president of Zhenyuan Commercial Bank, is here, and he is Yang Shuanglan's father.

When Liang Qiufeng walked up, he felt two special gazes, and when he turned his eyes, he was opposite to Yang Wuxing's eyes.

"This son can win the second place, and there is really merit. Lan'er's words are not vain...... It's just that there is always a lack of a strong background, and the hidden dragon is short of water......"

Yang Shuanglan's family affair has been decided early, and according to Mo Xiongyu's request, it will be held tomorrow. Therefore, even if Liang Qiufeng's performance is excellent, it is impossible for Yang Wuxing to change his mind.

The prefect left the top three handsome people, in fact, to say some encouraging words, and to talk about the national elite competition in three months.

This matter is related to the achievements of Huaizuo Mansion, so he naturally wants to make a point.

The strength of the various county governments of the Tang Dynasty and Huaizuo Mansion has always been located in the middle and lower reaches, and it is relatively backward. This prefect dreams of a new genius who can emerge and make a name for himself. It's a pity that the reality is always cruel, where can a real genius be cultivated so easily.

In this year's Junxiu competition, although new faces such as Liang Qiufeng and Zhou Youhuai appeared, their strength was not top-notch, Zhou Youhuai could not enter the top three, and Liang Qiufeng was also defeated by Xue Yixuan without any suspense. Participating in the Dynasty Elite with such strength is a worrying achievement.

Worries are worries, and words of encouragement are indispensable.

After a quarter of an hour, when everything that had to be said was finished, the three of them were motioned to disperse.

Seeing Liang Qiufeng walk away, some of the original words of the prefect were not spoken. It was all because he saw that Jiuqiu didn't open his mouth to absorb Liang Qiufeng at all, which meant that the Ichthyosaurus Sect didn't take a fancy to this son.

The prefect didn't know why Jiuqiu had changed his mind, but this change changed many things at the same time.

"That's it, although he is young, he is also the head of a faction after all, and he must have known many things in his heart. This catastrophe can show the true chapter. ”

Liangqiu Peak went down to meet Zhang Jiangshan and Gu Chengyang.

The fat man asked, "Qiu Feng, when are we going back to the sect?"

Liang Qiufeng was a little absent-minded, and replied casually: "Don't worry, go back to the inn and meet Uncle Tai and them first." If nothing else, it won't be so easy for us to go back. ”

Zhang Jiangshan was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood, and couldn't help but clench his fists with both hands. (To be continued......)