In the days that followed, except for Yun Xuan's daily behavior, which was a little different from others in the Sword Sect, the other places were a little out of place.

Every disciple who wants to participate in the competition is extremely diligent, only Yun Xuan looks lazy, except for eating, drinking and sleeping every day, he does not look like participating in the competition.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that this Yunxuan of Qingluan Peak is focused on participation, a waste, and self-abandonment!

"Eh, have you heard!Elder Gu, that waste apprentice, also participated in the competition?Where did it really come from!" The rest of the inner disciples were constantly discussing Yun Xuan.

"Is it? Oh yo! Isn't it good to stay in Qingluan Peak obediently? Come out and throw someone away! If any senior brother doesn't keep his hand and cripples him, it's not good! Will he be abolished by Elder Gu? Hahaha!" said another disciple.

"Yes, who doesn't know that our Sword Sect Elder Ligu is the most protective!"

"But recently I saw that waste, practicing swords!"

"Oh~ !is it??what?I think it's that waste, he wants to go to heaven!"

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"Hahahahahaha~~~" In addition to the competition, the biggest topic is to talk about Yunxuan!

At this time, on the Qingluan Peak, in the bamboo forest, thousands of cyan bamboo leaves are swaying and flying in the air, looking at it from a distance, as if giving life in the illusion, and a young man in white is standing like a mountain, under his feet, each stepping on an uneven stone, but the body is not moving, no matter all aspects, all maintain an absolute posture balance.

At this time, Yun Xuan was holding a sword in his right hand, Yun Xuan himself did not have a sword, this sword he was holding was the sword of his senior brother Yun Yi, although it was far less than his own sword before, but this sword was still in his hand!

Brush, brush, brush...... The sound of...

The right hand pulled out the long sword on his waist and unsheathed it over and over again, and then returned it to the sheath over and over again; The round land below him has been soaked with his own sweat!

The right foot took a half step forward, the toes pointed outward, the left foot was in place, slightly sideways, the eyes were quietly looking at the bamboo leaves flying in the air, the hand on the hilt of the sword, a slight sound, raised the hand, raised the arm, twisted the waist, the center of gravity ran forward, and a sword light rushed out of the right hand holding the sword, which seemed to be straight but not straight, obviously, there was still spare strength. At eye level, without a trace of trembling, he steadily rowed the bamboo leaves that greeted Yun Xuan's eyes in front of him.

After a flash of sword light, the originally intact bamboo leaf was cut in half by Yun Xuan's sword! Then, the sword light flashed, and with a soft brush, it returned to the scabbard!

Yun Xuan's eyes were unmoving, looking at his face and eyes, no one could tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this action, and then continued to look at the other bamboo leaf and waved the sword in his hand in the same way!

The same movements, the same postures, boring and tasteless. If an ordinary person insists on it dozens of times, he is already tired of it, but Yun Xuan has repeated it more than thousands of times from the early morning when the sun has not yet appeared to the evening when the sun sets!

His arm went from normal to sore, then unconscious, then regained consciousness, and then numb again..... And whether the whole body is soreness and numbness, or a breakthrough after the limit or normal, Yun Xuan is always in control, and the moment the sword is unsheathed, it will inevitably be able to cut a bamboo leaf!

The sword in Yun Xuan's hand was very ordinary, the black iron sword, the silver sheath, and it was a quiet evening in the ordinary bamboo forest, but it was stirred up by the ordinary sword in Yun Xuan's hand at this time!

The sound of the sword seems to be getting lighter and lighter...... From the first clear sound, to the current soft sound, it is almost inaudible, but Yun Xuan has never stopped, gritting his teeth and constantly dancing the sword in his hand over and over again, Yun Xuan has only one belief, unless he loses consciousness, he must continue to practice like this!

Because Yun Xuan clearly knows that if you want to become a strong person, you must lay a solid foundation, and you must pay ten times more than others, and pay a hundred times more!

However, Yun Xuan didn't notice that when he started to practice his sword, there was a figure in the bamboo forest a few feet away beside him who was silently watching him, and the eyes of that figure showed relief, serenity, excitement and fear!

Yun Xuan practiced in the bamboo forest for a day, and that figure just watched in the bamboo forest, accompanying Yun Xuan for a day! The sweat had already soaked his whole body, but that figure seemed to be afraid of disturbing Yun Xuan, so he watched quietly and motionlessly, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile from time to time!