Just when everyone thought that the tug-of-war would go on forever, the slightly taller of the two contestants suddenly changed the pace of the attack.

Not only was the attack routine completely different from before, but when he withdrew the long sword, his body suddenly turned, and a light arrow flew out from the cuff, and ten percent of the strength was poured into it, attacking the opponent's sword-holding wrist.

The change was only in one breath, and before the opponent fully woke up, he was hit hard by the light arrow of the hidden weapon, and the long sword in his hand flew out several feet, and then the person who made the secret move first took two steps and made one step, and the sword was fiercely forced under the opponent's neck.

The side that was attacked by surprise seemed to be very unexpected, but when the opponent pointed the sharp long sword tightly at his throat, he had to helplessly say: "The skills are not as good as others, I admit defeat." ”

Although the means used by one side are very unfair, they do not violate the rules of the game, so those who see it can only sympathize with the bad luck of the yin side.

He Lang saw that the two had already decided the winner, and he walked into the martial arts arena conveniently.

As soon as he stood still, he saw a pink-clothed female cultivator with eight layers of qi training at the entrance walking in.

He Lang didn't expect that the opponent was Jin Xiaofan, who had only met two days ago, although there were not a few female cultivators in the Yuxian Sect, but the number of female cultivators participating in the competition was obviously not as good as that of male cultivators, and there were even fewer who finally entered the finals.

They are weak in strength, and if they want to win, they must have something extraordinary, so He Lang will not underestimate his opponent.

And this opponent is still an acquaintance, so he is more focused, and he thinks about how to win beautifully, and not let the girl be embarrassed by failure.

He Lang clasped his hands into fists and said, "He Lang, please advise fellow Daoists." ”

The corners of the pink-clothed nun curled slightly, and she also hugged her fists and said: "Jin Xiaofan, please also ask Taoist friends for advice." ”

The two had a very tacit understanding, just like strange disciples who met for the first time, just looking at each other and smiling.

After the ancestor signaled the start of the competition, the two sides shot together.

He Lang saw Jin Xiaofan holding a soft whip, and he danced well, walking lightly, and his body was flexible and changeable.

He Lang held a black gold stick in his hand, this weapon was given to him by Zhan Zhaohua for special competition.

He only practiced a simple stick technique last night, which can be regarded as buying and selling. But it is also a martial tiger, and the wind and rain are impervious.

Zhan Zhaohua commented at the time that he was very capable of learning, almost at a glance, and he could get started as soon as he practiced.

However, the whip will have some advantages in the confrontation with the stick, but the weapons of the two cannot be regarded as elusive, and onlookers can know their next move trajectory at a glance.

But in contrast, He Lang's advantage is extremely obvious, his body is more agile, his pace is more weird, and his stick method is flat and fast, which is very suitable for He Lang's body.

In fact, if He Lang went all out, he would be able to win in less than a moment, but He Lang didn't want the little girl to lose too badly, so he just used the competition to skillfully play the stick moves.

About half a moment later, He Lang felt that the time was almost up, so he took off a little bit, jumped into the air, jumped right behind Jin Xiaofan's head, raised the black gold stick, and neatly handed over the soft whip in her hand under the stick.

Although the victory and defeat occurred very suddenly, onlookers could see that He Lang had an obvious advantage and had always held reservations, so the victory was reasonable.

When Jin Xiaofan saw that the whip was taken off, he didn't do any more useless work, and immediately hugged his fists weakly and said: "Xiaofan admits defeat and is convinced." Saying that, he bowed slightly, took the soft whip from He Lang, and after a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned around and walked out of the field.

He Lang's affection for this Jin Xiaofan deepened, he didn't expect this little girl to be so down-to-earth and generous, even if she lost the game, she still had two small dimples on her face.

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the martial arts arena, he saw Zhan Zhaohua leaning against the wall outside the door, just opposite He Lang's eyes.

"Senior Brother He, you are really kind, Zhan is optimistic about you!" said and patted He Lang on the shoulder a few times.

"Senior Brother Zhan, is your competition over?" He Lang wondered why Zhan Zhaohua came here.

"It's over, so come and see you, you've only done two shows?" Zhan Zhaohua was incredulous.

He Lang briefly talked about the battle process between the two people in the first group.

Zhan Zhaohua is also very disdainful of the winning means.

He Lang smiled bitterly: "The two of them with the same level compete, whose brain turns fast can have the upper hand." ”

"However, the cultivators of my generation still do it above board, so that it is easier for them to have no distractions and become immortals. Zhan Zhaohua said lightly.

"Brother Zhan, there are many things in the world that we can't control, and we can do things ourselves without shame. He Lang shook his head and persuaded.

Zhan Zhaohua looked at this little junior brother and felt that he was much more mature and experienced than himself in his view of things.

"Senior Brother He, I also have something to look for you. Zhan Zhaohua suddenly remembered that he had come to He Lang to have something to do.

"Senior Brother Zhan, you can say. ”

"You come with me. Zhan Zhaohua led the way and led He Lang to the main stand.

He Lang didn't know what was going on, and followed closely behind Zhan Zhaohua, and saw an old man with a white beard appear in front of him.

The old man looked He Lang up and down with a smile in his eyes, and couldn't help nodding and said, "Good! good!"

He Lang was very dazed, and he gave the old man a salute and said: "Junior He Lang, I have seen my seniors, I don't know what the seniors are looking for me?"

"This is my master, the ancestor of the Southern Yuan, who only returned from traveling today, and I informed the master of your situation. Zhan Zhaohua said and looked at the old man.

"That's right, Zhaohua Dao, He Xiaoyou's character, qualifications, and understanding are excellent. The old man slowly twisted his long beard and said slowly, with a very kind expression on his face.

"Master, hurry up and explain the important things clearly. Zhan Zhaohua pulled the sleeve of the Southern Yuan Ancestor a little anxiously and urged.

It can be seen that this ancestor attaches great importance to Zhan Zhaohua, and his eyes are full of pampering.

"Haha, Zhaohua don't be so anxious. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted Zhan Zhaohua's shoulder with a smile.

"He Xiaoyou, that's the case, Zhaohua praised you a lot to the old man, and now it seems that the old man also appreciates it very much, and I heard that Zhaohua Dao Xiaoyou doesn't have a master at present, so the old man intends to take you under the door, I don't know if you are willing to worship and practice under the old man?" said the Nanyuan Ancestor, and looked at He Lang kindly.

He Lang was very happy when he heard that the ancestor of Nanyuan wanted to accept him as a disciple.

Before, Brother Jing told him that he must perform in the big competition, so that he can enter the inner gate smoothly and become a disciple of the inner gate, so that it is convenient for him to further cultivate and improve.

Seeing that Brother Jing's entrustment could be realized, how could he not be pleased, so he hurriedly replied: "The younger generation is willing to worship under your door, but I don't know ......."

Zhan Zhaohua hurriedly said: "Hurry up and give the entrance salute first, so that it is the personal disciple of the master, and others can't compete for it." ”

Because he was worried that He Lang would be valued by other seniors, he was taken away first, and even said what he thought in his heart.

After hearing the words of his beloved disciple, Nan Yuan Ancestor also laughed.

He Lang gave the Southern Patriarch three buckles and nine bows to the entrance gift according to Zhan Zhaohua's teaching, and as soon as he stood up, he saw that there were seven more white-haired and silver-bearded, black-haired and black-bearded seniors standing beside the Southern Patriarch.

"Apprentice, this jade sword is the magic weapon of the water tribe that I got from my trip to the bank of the Kwai River in the Nether this time, and it can now be warmed and raised in the dantian, which can play a role in purifying the impurities in the body. As he spoke, he handed over a palm-long jade sword to He Lang.

When He Lang heard this, he immediately took the jade sword with both hands, he was very surprised, and he didn't want to give this important gift just after getting started, so he hurriedly bowed down and thanked him.

"Senior Brother Nanyuan, congratulations on receiving such a talented beloved apprentice. One of the gray-robed silver-bearded old men said.

"Yes, Senior Brother Nanyuan, you first secretly accepted Zhaohua, and then accepted the rarest in the world, the single Jin Linggen Xiaoyou, your luck is not ordinarily good. Another immortal wind Dao Gu old man said enviously.

"Exactly, Senior Brother Nanyuan, you are so blessed, I am envious of the others. ”

Zhan Zhaohua was very eyebrow-eyed, and hurriedly introduced He Lang and all the teachers and uncles one by one.

All the uncles and uncles are also very happy, and the development and growth of Dudao Qingxu Peak is just around the corner.

He Lang was puzzled, turned his head to look at Zhan Zhaohua and asked with his eyes.

Zhan Zhaohua explained in a low voice that Qingxu Peak is one of the thirty-three peaks of the Jade Immortal Gate, and these are the direct uncles and uncles of this peak in front of him, and the development and growth of the first peak is related to the status of each Qingxu Peak disciple in the entire Jade Immortal Gate. Therefore, these uncles and uncles are sincerely happy for the Southern Yuan Ancestor.

After He Lang knew this, he had a number in his heart, it turned out that the interior of the Jade Immortal Gate was so huge and complex, no wonder there were more than 100,000 disciples.

He Lang saw these seniors smiling, frequently nodded to himself and showed approving eyes, a burst of warmth in his heart spread all over his body, since Hejiazhuang was destroyed, he was like a rootless duckweed, his heart was empty, and now seeing these many kind and eager eyes, he felt that he had found a home again.

Thinking of this, my eyes were a little moist.

Zhan Zhaohua gently patted He Lang's back on the side, and said softly: "Little junior brother, we will be a family in the future, these are all elders and family members." ”

He Lang's tears finally couldn't hold back and slipped down quietly, and he nodded hurriedly.

When the seniors saw He Lang showing his true feelings so much, they had a good impression of him.

"Master, uncles and uncles, I will go to watch a martial arts competition with Senior Brother He first, and then I will visit your seniors one by one when I return to the peak. ”

All the uncles and uncles nodded cordially and sent the two away.

After sitting in the stands, He Lang began to look towards the No. 16 court, but there the game was already over.

It seemed that Lan Yun had finished the competition, and he began to look for Lan Yun's shadow around, and he really wanted to share the good news of worshipping his master with Lan Yun.

Who knows, he didn't find Lan Yun when he found his divine sense, He Lang wondered in his heart, could he leave the martial arts arena?