Lu Yingfeng was facing a young man who was younger than him, who lacked a sword qi and was above board, and he was the twenty-sixth in the inner mountain of Qingzhu Peak.

The opponent of the sick seedling is the twenty-fifth of Uchiyama.

In other words, these two people were the two at the bottom of the ranking before the two of them and Feng Xiaohan arrived.

He Xirou looked at the two martial arts arenas with some expectations.

These two newly promoted inner mountain disciples are obviously not ordinary people, and they have already started their formal cultivation before they go up the mountain, but I don't know what their specific strength is, so they happened to confirm it in this competition.

Lu Yingfeng smiled and bowed to the young man, and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng Lu Yingfeng, you are polite." ”

The young man returned the salute with his sword, and when he saw him dressed as a scholar, he asked, "Have you read a lot of books?"

Lu Yingfeng said modestly: "I've just seen some, but I can't say a lot." ”

The young man nodded slightly, and said seriously: "I've been reading some books recently, but I can't understand many places, so I will ask you to help and give me some advice." ”

This is not a gesture of favor, but a sincere inquiry.

Lu Yingfeng said: "If I help you, what benefits can I get?"

The boy thought for a moment and said, "What do you want?"

The smile on the corner of Lu Yingfeng's mouth deepened, and he said: "Everyone knows that I like to make friends, if I can help you, then how about you being my friend?"

The boy felt that this account was not a loss, so he said, "Well, it's just that the books I read are a little unpopular." ”

His senior brothers are diligent in cultivation on weekdays, and there are very few books in the world that can accompany him, and the books he reads are really unpopular, and few of those outstanding inner mountain disciples can help him interpret them.

The folding fan brush in Lu Yingfeng's hand opened, shook it slightly in his hand, and said: "What a coincidence, I also like to delve into some unpopular things, you and I can communicate." ”

The young man saluted again and said, "My name is Qin Guxing, and I started earlier than you, so please go ahead of you." ”

Lu Yingfeng adjusted his vitality through the meridians and said with a smile: "Then I'm welcome." ”

The next moment, his folding fan closed and used it as a sword, stabbing at the young man.

His fan bone is forged of fine iron, and the hardness does not belong to a sword, and there are many people who use folding fans as swords, but most of them are mainly based on showing off their skills, but he is more special.

Qin Guxing's face changed slightly, and his long sword was unsheathed and balanced in front of his chest.

I saw that the folding fan hit the sword body, making a "dang" sound, Qin Guxing took half a step back, his mouth was a little numb, and his little face was full of remorse.

Lu Yingfeng's sword is as continuous as the wind, it is the Fengyun sword technique of Changming Sect, after it is used, the sword momentum is endless, continuous, but it is not this sword technique that makes him regret.

"Iron Fan Sword, you actually have this kind of treasure. Qin Guxing said with a wry smile while casting his defensive sword: "I knew that I wouldn't let you make the first move and take advantage of the offensive." ”

What Lu Yingfeng had in his hand was not an ordinary fan, but a sword, and when he cast a sword move, the sword qi would gather a line at the front end of the fan sword on its own, just like a real long sword.

Moreover, the sword body is composed of sword qi, which is difficult to see with the naked eye.

After all, Qin Guxing is a disciple of the inner mountain, he has something extraordinary, the long sword is like a mountain in his hand, the defense is extremely rigorous, although the wind is strong, how can it blow the mountain?

Although Lu Yingfeng temporarily has the upper hand, it is difficult to win.

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On this side, the sick seedling and the twenty-fifth inner mountain disciple also saluted each other.

The disciple saw that the sick Yangzi looked like he was seriously ill and would fall down at any time, and he was a little worried about him, and said, "Senior brother, if you are really ill, you can wait until you are sick, and then challenge other inner mountain disciples to improve your ranking." ”

The sick Yangzi coughed even more when he heard this, and the cough was so heartbreaking, and it was still shocking to hear it, only to see him wave his hand again and again, and said: "It's not in the way, I'm sick and I want to compete are two different things, although the senior brother can rest assured, don't keep your hands." ”

The eyes of the sick seedling flashed with an imperceptible light, and he said in a deep voice: "Otherwise, wouldn't the senior brother regret that he was defeated because of the light on the enemy?"

"Uh......"

The disciple shook his head, not knowing where he got his confidence from, so he said, "Please go ahead first." ”

"I really don't know who you learned this stinky problem from, thinking that others are younger than you, you have to give up the first move, and when you meet the old-timers, you have to give up three tricks. ”

The sick seedling took out the gourd and drank the medicinal juice, and sighed: "In this way, where is the opportunity for you to strike first? This etiquette should really be changed." ”

I saw that the sick man pulled out a sharp short sword from behind him, and a sword light suddenly illuminated the field, only to see that the short sword was surrounded by purple light, sharp and incomparable, it must be a sword that sharpens iron like clay.

The disciple's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly put on a defensive posture, while his legs tensed, ready to spread his body at any moment to dodge the attack.

"Look, you see, why did you put on a posture before me when you let me take out the sword first? Is it because you are afraid of my sword?"

The sick man shook his head, panting, as if these few words had exhausted all his strength, and said, "Okay, then I'll let you go." ”

I saw him take out the scabbard again, put the sword into the sheath, held the hilt of the sword, crooked his neck and asked, "Are you still afraid if I fight you like this?"

The disciple felt insulted and said, "Uncle Guo once said that the victory or defeat between swordsmen has nothing to do with the sword itself. Although the junior brother attacked with all his strength, if I was defeated, I could only say that my skills were inferior, and it had nothing to do with the blade. ”

"Don't be, if you cut off your sword just after you come up, others should say that I use the edge of the sword to bully others, that is not beautiful. ”

The sick man did not mean to unsheath the short sword, and said: "And according to what you said, if I fail to resist the enemy this time, it has nothing to do with my sword scabbard to resist the enemy, I can only say that my cultivation is not enough." ”

One is not as good as others, and the other is not enough to cultivate, although it sounds similar, but the deep meaning is far from the same, which also shows the gap between the two people's perception of the word strength.

The disciple thought about it, took off the scabbard and put it on the sword, holding the hilt of the sword to defend against the enemy.

The sick man waved his short sword and said with a smile: "Fight me like this, you will lose." ”

I saw that his sword was raised to the east, the short sword in his hand was like a bright sun, and the sun that had sunk into the skyline seemed to rise again, and the hot and terrifying breath was coming.

That disciple's sword was like a dragon, wanting to destroy the wind and rain, pushing countless clouds towards the sun, threatening to obscure its brilliance.

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He Xirou nodded slightly, these two people's swordsmanship is not shallow, and the cultivation before entering the mountain is extremely hard, and the inflammation is very individual, and there will be achievements in the future, and they have a place in this Changming Sect.

Almost all of the powerful sword moves performed by the disciples of the inner mountain were earth-shattering, and the vision brought by the sword intent filled the entire sword test forest, and for a while, the bamboo forest was infinitely bright.

She was very satisfied with the strength shown by the disciples of the inner and outer mountains, and she was quite proud, which of the other peaks would have such a dazzling scene when they competed?

She suddenly felt something in her heart, and found that the vision brought by the sword intent in the field seemed to be shaken for a moment, and then returned to its original state again.

And this vacillation is all caused by one person.

The powerful moves are all created by the predecessors based on their perception of the way of heaven, and every seemingly superfluous action in them is full of deep meaning, and the display can drive the aura of heaven and earth to operate and self-ascend.

But this kind of vision can be suppressed, for example, when a disciple from the outer mountains is performing a radiant sword technique, Chen Feng stands aside, then the sword light generated will not be so dazzling.

This is the suppression brought by the strong when the aura around him is perfectly matched.

So who could have shaken the vision of so many disciples coming out of the sword together?

He Xirou turned his head and looked over, only to see Feng Xiaohan holding a chicken leg, gnawing on it, while watching everyone's competition, those powerful sword qi made his body self-reflexive, and it was the sword intent generated in this way that shook the vision of the sword test forest.

This incident only happened for a short moment, and the impact was so small that even Lin Yisong and those elders from the outer mountains did not notice it.

She looked at her own brother and sister, and there was an unknown glint in her eyes.