When no one was around, Ye Lang and Lu Shu laughed out loud, and it was quite funny to see others eating deflated. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lu Shu stretched out her hand and knocked Ye Lang's head, and said seriously: "Little Alang, don't be careless, all the family resources of the senior sister are pressing you to stretch out your hand, only win, not lose." ”

"The disciple must follow Uncle Lu's instructions." Ye Lang looked at Lu Shu narrowly and said with a smile.

Lu Shu saw that she was still in the mood to joke, so she was relieved, for fear that Ye Lang's nervousness before the war would affect her mood tomorrow.

"When Senior Sister wins the money, let's buy some good wine to celebrate." After the two of them fought, they went back separately.

Except for Ye Lang who lives alone in Hanxue Peak, the rest of the personal disciples and Yuanying Zhenjun all have their own residences in Zixiao Back Mountain, although it is said to be a back mountain, it is about the same size as the Twelve Peaks, each Yuanying Zhenjun's residence is a separate space, each has its own merits, and it usually doesn't look unusual, as if it is just a small mountain, without the permission of Yuanying Zhenjun, there is no place to enter,

Bai Ningxue was already unconscious when she was sent back, I don't know if the injury was too serious, or the blow was too big, Xifeng looked at the injured apprentice and didn't say anything, but the sigh when he turned around made the eyelashes of the person on the bed move, and he didn't open his eyes after all.

This night, many people are waiting excitedly, unable to sleep, discussing today's wonderful competition, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow, waiting for this time of the sect of the small competition, who can win the first and become the leader of the new generation.

There is only one competition on the last day, there is no need to be too anxious in time, Ye Lang walked slowly to the martial arts arena, and as soon as he arrived, he saw Cen Haitang surrounded by a group of women, most of the people around her were disciples of Yun Zhongfeng, seeing Ye Lang coming, with a trace of hostility on his face, after seeing her at close range, even with a little disdain, but Cen Haitang smiled at her, which was very different from yesterday.

"Senior Sister Ye, is it alone?" Cen Haitang opened his mouth leisurely.

Ye Lang looked around, and the surrounding disciples all gathered around when they saw the two protagonists meeting today, but there was no one beside her, Lu Shu and Li Rudao did not arrive, and then looked at Cen Haitang's side, a group of beautiful women like flowers, standing there is a picture of scenery.

"I've seen all the senior sisters." Ye Lang raised his hand and saluted and stopped talking, and he didn't plan to talk to them more.

Seeing her like this, several female disciples around Cen Haitang wanted to taunt her, but they couldn't speak, so they had to find another topic to resolve the embarrassment, pull Cen Haitang away, and no longer pay attention to Ye Lang.

After a while, the people around him dispersed, and Ye Lang also fell quiet, and he was afraid that someone would continue to come to talk, so he pretended to close his eyes and wait for the start of the competition.

Finally ushered in this moment, in a crane roar, the first of the twelve peaks of Zixiao appeared on the high platform of the martial arts platform, the same robe, wearing different styles, the best look is the first Cen Ying of Yunzhong Peak, after all, it is a woman, and it is pleasing to the eye, and the most outstanding is the first Yue Yan of the Tibetan Sword Peak, and he was seen at a glance in the crowd, standing alone.

"Cloud Peak disciple Cen Haitang, Cold Snow Peak disciple Ye Lang, please come to the stage."

Two completely different women appeared in front of everyone in the spotlight, with different styles, Cen Haitang was petite and exquisite, her eyes were like cutting water, but when she laughed, she had a light spirit; Although Ye Lang's face is like ink and young, his body is not short, standing like a pine and cypress, and he looks heroic at a glance.

Each has its own temperament, which is impossible to ignore.

However, everyone's voice for Cen Haitang is obviously higher than Ye Lang, Ye Lang has only been in Zixiao for five years, how can he compare with the well-known Cen Haitang, but there are also people who are optimistic about Ye Lang, who can reach the tenth level of Qi cultivation within five years, who dares to underestimate it, this kind of talent is only a legendary genius, Zixiao has not had such a disciple for many years.

When the referee gave an order and the competition began, the atmosphere between the two instantly condensed, and even the original discussion was gone, and even the breathing was afraid of being too big, which disturbed the competition between the two.

Ye Lang put all his energy on Cen Haitang on the opposite side at this time, she had never been so nervous in her previous life and this life, she took it for granted to defeat Bai Ningxue, and if she defeated Cen Haitang, then she would be equivalent to taking the first step in the biggest difference between this life and her previous life.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, cautiously defending, Cen Haitang snorted coldly, and the silver needle in his hand flew away, testing one or two, for Ye Lang's force, she was clear, and focused on analysis, most of the early stage was to defeat the opponent with pure strength, but he was skilled with a sword, and the battle with Ge Yunyi was very surprising, and in yesterday's competition with Bai Ningxue, it was only when people knew that she was the fire spirit root of the heavenly spirit root, which really surprised her again.

Ye Lang saw that Cen Haitang moved, so he took out Feng Yin unhurriedly, easily blocked the attack with one blow, and the figure moved, drawing a sword light straight towards Cen Haitang, and then his body moved again, and his steps took two steps forward, at the same time, two sword lights followed, and three sword lights attacked Cen Haitang one after the other with a fierce wind.

Cen Haitang didn't expect her to come out of the sword so quickly, her silver needle had just arrived, Ye Lang had already blocked and counterattacked, only had time to block the first sword light, and was pushed back a step, but the back two sword lights could not be blocked, because the attack brought by these two sword lights was dozens of times stronger than the previous sword light, directly breaking her defense, leaving two damages on her arm, and seeing blood in one move, which surprised everyone on the field, and used all his strength without first trying, too bold.

Ye Lang didn't want to fight a protracted battle with her, after Cen Haitang was injured, then two more sword moves came out, forcing Cen Haitang to use the flower wall to defend, who knows, Ye Lang's two sword lights actually contained the breath of fire spiritual power, although the flower wall was blocked, but there were two burning traces, and Ye Lang's figure retreated to its original position, making people seem to see the afterimage in front.

The body was damaged, the flower wall was broken, Cen Haitang's breath was still the same, not happy or angry, the golden needle appeared in his hand again, and the ten needles were fired together, it was the jade leaf golden needle, which aroused the layers of fallen leaves in the air, and attacked Ye Lang one after another, Ye Lang's eyes flashed, and the silver needle that was originally hidden in the fallen leaves was clearly seen by her, and the wind was hidden and slashed over, and the person was like a phantom and actually knocked down the ten golden needles before and after.

It's so fast that it's too late to sigh.

"Begonia blossoms!" With a light body, I saw Cen Haitang waving his hands again, and the two of them directly wanted to defeat each other, without dragging their feet.

Begonia flowers grew on the field in an instant, and they bloomed very beautifully.

Ye Lang looked at it with his sword.

Halfway through the flowers, Cen Haitang's figure was still there, his raised hand flew in the air, and countless silver needles appeared in his hands, glowing with a cold light, he actually used jade to break at the same time as the begonia flowers bloomed, did he want to destroy Ye Lang's weapon?

Don't block, the silver needle is close, blocking, the wind is hidden.

Feng Yin has accompanied Ye Lang so far, and he has used it smoothly, but he also has some feelings, if it is destroyed, it takes too much time to find a weapon again, and it is also a spiritual weapon given by the head of the family when she was apprenticed to her on the same day, which is of great significance; Ye Lang didn't have much time to think about it, he would block it with his sword, and if the sword was gone, he could find it again, if it was made by Cen Haitang's silver needle, the consequences were unknown.

In the clanging sound, countless silver needles flew towards Feng Yin in Ye Lang's hand, and finally there was a cracking sound, a crack appeared on the sword body of Feng Ying, Cen Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't expect Feng Yin to be able to carry it for so long, all her silver needles had already gone out, and the spiritual power consumed in her body was much more than when she competed with Pei Ling last time.

How did she know that if it weren't for the weapon she was targeting, I was afraid that she might not be able to break through Ye Lang's defense.

Cen Haitang's move, there are too many silver needles, too fast, too powerful, so that Ye Lang has no time to continue to convey spiritual power to Feng Yin, the sword has been destroyed, Cen Haitang's requirements have been met, the begonia flowers bloom more vigorously, and the figure disappeared immediately, and Ye Lang sighed weakly, Feng Yin really didn't carry it, presumably Cen Haitang's silver needle has minerals for spiritual weapons, so that it can have such a great effect when it comes into contact with the sword body.

"Without the wind, I still have the wind."

Ye Lang's last sword swept towards the vine veins in the flower that wanted to bind her, and the vine veins that had no time to retract were burned into ashes, Ye Lang threw down the wind hidden that was broken into pieces, looked at the remnants all over the ground, and took off the weight that he had been carrying on his hands and feet.

Everyone was shocked by the several iron rings thrown down by Ye Lang, although they looked small, but the sound of throwing them on the ground let them know that the weight of these iron rings could not be underestimated, everyone did not expect that Ye Lang still carried these things, and the original speed was far beyond them, and now that she took it off, what does it mean.

Lou Qingsu on the stage was still distressed about his Feng Yin at first, but now he was shocked by Ye Lang, how many things this girl didn't let them know.

Bai Ningxue, who was hidden in the dark with injuries and watching the competition, was even more resentful in his heart, touching the scars on his face with faint traces, and the viciousness that flashed in his eyes made people feel cold.