Every year, the Sword Saint Conference is crowded with people, and the masters gather, most of them come here, after all, the Sword Saint Gate hoes the strong and helps the weak, and the heroic deeds of defending the common people have infected a lot of heroes and heroes.

On this day, Hehuan got up very late, and Qin Bai had already told her the rules, that is: the Sword Saint Conference, which is divided into two sessions.

One is an annual competition within the Sword Master, the main purpose is to see if the disciples are slack, swordsmanship can be improved, but it can only be stopped at the point, and it must not hurt life.

The other is the martial arts warriors who come to admire, if you want to worship the Sword Saint Gate, you have to pass a cruel competition, pass five levels and kill six generals, whether it is with spells or swordsmanship, as long as you enter the top ten, you can worship in three halls, and even let Baili Chengfeng take a fancy to it.

However, this is a battle of life and death, life and death are conceited, because no one is willing to give up even a glimmer of hope, so the so-called point to stop is just an empty word.

Qin Bai came to the bamboo forest early, and when he saw that Hehuan hadn't gotten up yet, he kept standing on the side of the road and waiting for her to wake up.

When Hehuan opened the door, he saw the blue and white, standing straight not far away, heard the sound of the door opening, turned to look at the prime minister, and the pure face was smiling.

"Senior sister, are you awake?" Qin Bai walked towards the door with his legs open.

"Senior Brother Qinbai? Came early?" He Huan noticed the bamboo leaf on Qin Bai's shoulders and was slightly touched somewhere in his heart.

"Well, just came. Are you ready? It's an internal competition, do you want to check it out?"

"Okay, I'll go see if the water is deep. ”

Hehuan was silent all the way, this is not like her usual, such a tense and depressing atmosphere made Qin Bai's heart seem to leak half, and he suddenly felt that he might lose Hehuan.

"Senior sister, you must take care of your life first, and don't care too much about winning or losing. Qin Bai's voice was full of worry and seriousness.

"Hmm. Don't worry, senior brother!" Hehuan replied to Qinbai's promise, but in his heart he was firm that he had to win.

She is a demon, she can't use spells, once she activates the spell, she will show a demonic aura, and when the time comes, I'm afraid she will be trampled thousands of times by the three thousand disciples of the Sword Saint Gate.

The most prestigious thing about the Sword Saint Gate is not that it is good at swordsmanship, but that it kills hundreds of demons, especially the head of the previous generation, who not only caught the thousand-year-old fire fox, but also sealed it in the Demon Cave.

In the huge martial arts arena, five small platforms have been set up, and as far as the eye can see, there are disciples of the Sword Saint Sect learning martial arts and spells.

On this day, the wind was very strong, and I saw the white clothes of the Sword Saint disciples on the field fluttering, and the swords in the air danced out of cold sword flowers, mixed with white petals flying in the air.

There are also more special upper level competitions, such as the farthest arena, which is not about swordsmanship, but about spells.

"Senior Brother Qin Bai, look, those two people know how to do spells!" He Huan pointed in surprise to the two senior brothers who were facing each other with spells in the distance.

It is natural for fairies to know how to do magic, but it is very rare for humans to know how to do magic, and even immortal magic.

Qin Bai glanced at it and said with extreme disdain: "Isn't it just that it will resist fire in the air and summon some wind, rain, thunder and lightning, what is so rare." ”

Although Qin Bai showed disdain, the blazing heat in his eyes betrayed him, how he wished that he could eat all the spells taught by his master in his stomach... But he just doesn't have that talent, who is to blame?

He Huan burst out laughing, Senior Brother Qin Bai is really cute, it seems that when she becomes an apprentice of a hundred miles of Changfeng, she can secretly teach Qin Bai some witchcraft.

The dazzling competition did not end until almost sunset, when the hundred miles of wind were late.

"Qin Bai, you go and arrange the lottery for tomorrow's competition, and compete one by one according to the order of the lottery. ”

"Yes, Master!"

After round after round of draws, the chaos of the first day finally ended, and Hehuan frowned and looked at the lottery in his hand.

"Senior sister, how many lots did you draw?" Qin Bai was so busy that he finally squeezed out of the crowd, naturally handing over those trivial matters to his junior disciples.

"Three hundred and sixty-one signatures. ”

"That's very late, it's very beneficial to you!" Qin Bai was very happy, the more people who played first, the more they suffered.

Sure enough, the people who were able to come to the Sword Saint Gate to participate in the competition were all ordinary people, not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also some of them even knew some spells and spells.

When it was Hehuan's turn to play, there was already a bloody storm in front of her, and she was like an applied warrior, standing coldly on the martial arts field, waiting for the arrival of her opponent.

On the high platform, there is the person she likes, a hundred miles of wind. He sat high on it, his expression was still indifferent, and his eyes looked at the stage of Hehuan as if he were nothing.

After a bloody battle, Hehuan supported her delicate body, and her pale yellow dress was stained with blood, opponent's, and her own.

This ratio is three days, and on the third day, Hehuan has already squeezed into the top ten, but no one cares how bitter and painful the process is, how much blood is stained, people always like to see the result.

The only one who really feels sorry for Hehuan is Qin Bai, and maybe there is the hundred-mile wind that is high above, Hehuan's arms and back are scratches from the sword, and a woman's fair skin is stained with flaws like this.

At night, Hehuan was already tired and asleep, and the wound had been smeared with ointment, and when Qin Bai gave her the medicine, he gently rubbed the medicine while shedding tears.

The moonlight is sprinkled on the wooden door, the bamboo forest is gently swaying, tomorrow is the final competition, whether Hehuan can win the top three is related to whether she can become the apprentice of a hundred miles of wind.

And at this moment, the tossing and turning hundred miles of long wind is standing in front of the wooden door, he has been watching the performance of the three-day acacia, every time he sees her skin cut by the blade of the sword, and when the blood stains the gorgeous shirt, his heart always aches slightly.

For a moment he wanted to say to her, "Hehuan, don't compare anymore, I'll take you as a disciple." But he was silent after all, perhaps, this is also a humiliation for Hehuan.

The beautiful side face of the hundred miles of wind was illuminated by the moonlight like a flawless white jade, and the black pupils were deep and lonely.

After some hesitation, he finally gently pushed the door open, and on the bed, the girl lay on the bed, and the moonlight sprinkled through the door and window on her long inky hair.

Baili Changfeng's good-looking brows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but stroke the black hair that covered the bed with Hehuan.

"What are you clinging to?" The voice of the hundred-mile long wind was drowned in the night wind, as if asking Hehuan, but it seemed to be asking himself.

This night, Baili Changfeng sat beside Hehuan for a long time, no one knew what he was thinking, and he left in the early hours of the morning.