Su Weiwei also looked over immediately, and a little disciple behind him looked at Sanjiu with a pair of resentful and long eyes.

The sign in his hand was the fifty number that complemented Ruoling's hand, and the smile on Sanjiu's face was suddenly stunned on the spot.

Ruo Ling couldn't help but hold back a smile, and the little disciple looked like he wanted to cry without tears: "It's okay, we are already very happy to be able to advance to the top hundred." ”

Sanjiu stepped forward and patted the disciple's shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay, just be happy!" ”

Su Wei turned his back and twitched his shoulders with a smile.

The little disciple looked at Ruo Ling again and said, "You are from the ghost sect?" ”

Ruo Ling looked at the little disciple and didn't know what he meant by asking, you must know that the ghost sect is not so good in the rivers and lakes now.

After a second's pause, he replied, "Yes." ”

The little disciple seemed to feel the hostility from the little junior brother Ruoling, touched the back of his head, and explained: "I didn't mean that, I just, I am, I really have no malice." ”

Seeing that the other party looked anxious because he couldn't explain clearly, Ruo Ling smiled: "Okay, okay, I know you have no malicious intentions." It's almost a game, so get ready. ”

The little disciple nodded and returned to his own sect. The draw also happened to be over.

A senior disciple of the Yunlan Sect stood on the side of the arena and shouted with internal strength: "Fifty, the shallow wing pavilion is against the ghost gate. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ruoling's little junior brother walked directly to the ring from his position in full view of everyone.

Almost all of the people present did not say that they were extremely feathers, but there was no problem in flying on an arena. So there are no stairs on either side of the arena that can be climbed. Because ladders are useless at all.

However, because of the clash between the poisonous gas and the internal force, the Ruoling sect did not cultivate the internal force at all.

Ruoling's little junior brother frowned and looked at the arena on his chest, without saying a word, he grabbed his hands on the edge of the arena and climbed up.

It was really another martial arts person who broke through his glasses, and the ridicule resounded in the entire arena, only Su Weiwei was silent, except for Sanjiu, whose chin of laughter was about to fall to the ground.

Ruo Ling looked at Sanjiu's smiling face, his little face was angry, and he grabbed the meat on Sanjiu's waist and twisted it hard.

Sanjiu's grinning mouth suddenly opened to fit an egg. With a bitter face: "Light, light." It hurts to death. ”

If the spirit is still breathing. Twist it harder: "Make you laugh, make you laugh!" ”

Sanjiu immediately begged for mercy: "Grandma, grandma, I won't laugh anymore." Don't laugh anymore. Fast. Loosen, loosen. ”

Ruo Ling glared at Sanjiu fiercely. Threatened: "You have to laugh again, watch me screw you!" Hum! ”

Sanjiu turned around and looked at Su's only aggrieved little daughter-in-law. However, Su Wei didn't comfort him, seeing that his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, how could he look aggrieved.

The little junior brother climbed onto the arena, did not feel any shame at all, stood on the arena with his head held high, and on the other side, the person in the shallow wing pavilion held a sword in his hand, flying up, compared with the stage of the little junior brother in front, it was full of chic, one high and one low, and there was a difference immediately.

The disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion was not the little disciple just now, but another disciple, this person looked at the little junior disciple with a very disdainful look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were full of mockery.

The two of them made a simple gesture, the corner of the eyes of the disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion flashed, and the hand holding the sword in his right hand did not hesitate, and quickly attacked the junior brother from his position.

The little junior brother's face was shocked, and he looked at the sword that was rapidly rowing, and he didn't have time to pull the sword out of the scabbard, so he could only take the scabbard to block the sword of the falling shallow wing pavilion disciple at once.

The scabbard was not made of the best materials, and under the blow of the disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion, the scabbard slowly spread out with cracks in the middle, and just look, the scabbard turned into a piece of iron and fell to the ground in an instant.

But what surprised everyone in the audience the most was not the sharpness of the sword of the disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion, but the sword that the little junior brother shattered open, and a sword faintly revealing the cold light was revealed, and the sharpness of the sword light instantly compared the sword of the disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion.

The corner of the little junior brother's mouth smiled slightly, his eyes flashed with fiery light, and he immediately held the sword with all his strength to fight back.

The disciples of the Shallow Wing Pavilion were startled, and their steps quickly retreated.

"What kind of sword are you?" exclaimed.

"It doesn't have a name, and you're called Cold Moon from now on." In the latter sentence, the little junior brother said it by looking at the sword in his hand.

The disciple of the shallow wing pavilion looked at the sword in the hand of the little junior brother and swallowed his mouth, to know that the sword in his hand was given to him by the master last night in order to participate in the martial arts competition. He had been coveting it for a long time, but when he saw the sword in the hands of the junior brother, the disciples of the Shallow Wing Pavilion felt that the sword in his hand was simply scum.

Of course, he must be the only one who has such thoughts as a disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion. The people who came to participate in the martial arts competition this time were all from all over the world, and there was naturally more than one person who was hungry for the cold moon.

When the little junior brother said Han Yue's name, the audience could hear bursts of inhalation, you must know that in the eyes of these people, a good weapon is too rare.

After sorting out his mood, the disciple of the Shallow Wing Pavilion said: "Even if you have such a sword, you can't win against me, this kind of sword is a waste on your body, it is better to give it to me to give full play to the strength of the sword." ”

The disciple of the shallow wing pavilion came straight to the little junior brother with the sword in his hand, Ruo Ling's heart jumped, grabbed Gui Ye's hand on the side, and looked at the one on the stage deadly.

The little junior brother has always worked very hard in martial arts, but the disciples of this shallow wing pavilion are not jealous, and the little junior brother has no internal strength, how can he win the other party if he doesn't use poison gas!

Sure enough, under the pressure of the other party, the little junior brother hurriedly retreated, which was unstoppable and tired of coping.

The little junior brother gritted his teeth, and under the fierce attack of the other party, his forehead was slightly covered with fine sweat.

If it goes on like this, even if you have the cold moon, you won't be able to win against the other party.

At this time, under the dodge of the little junior brother, the other party turned around and counterattacked the little junior brother from the other side, seeing that the straight sword body was about to fall on the waist of the little junior brother.

Ruo Ling's breathing stopped involuntarily at this moment, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, staring straight at the scene on the field, and he couldn't help but exert the greatest force in his hands.

The little junior brother turned sideways and saw the sword that was about to fall on his waist, and he was about to be unable to dodge, the little junior brother gritted his teeth fiercely, stepped on the ground, and fell a meter away, and the disciple of the shallow wing pavilion did not expect that he would actually stab the air with a sword. (To be continued.) )