It's September, and there are seven days left before the start of the knockout round. There is still a month to go down the mountain.

People's hearts are surging, and undercurrents are surging.

The trees are luxuriant, dark green and heavy, pouring down dappled light and shadow, imprinted on the jagged branches, or reflected on the black faces of the swordsmen, the wind is hot or soft, and falls on the lips of a man with a delicate face, swept and brushed, thin lips spit fragrant, hold his breath, wait for the opportunity, he looked at the target - the trickling stream in front of him, the water was crystal clear, the fish frolicked and the green aquatic plants danced together, the green was bright and bright, and the sparkling water shadow was reflected in his eyes, and he got up and jumped, Run into the stream and hit the ground. With black boots and a tall and chic figure, it is obvious that it is the second son of the dumping - dumping water.

The breeze shook the grass's head, poured out the water, and slashed lightly through the stream, and in a few moments a finger-sized minnow was stuck in the end of the sword.

The leader said, standing at the top, everyone had to look at his "old man".

Taking advantage of the free time, he poured water and was at ease for a while.

No, he's coming! Stand at the bottom and see what treasure you want to play.

"Everyone!" The leader said, "There is still a month before the descent of the mountain, and there are still seven days before the knockout round, so please hurry up." ”

"In order to urge everyone to train better and make a breakthrough in a short period of time, hereby, we have formulated a test for you, a group of 5~6 people, seven days later, two groups of competitions, a showdown."

There was a commotion and discussion below.

The white-bearded sword master announced that there were a total of 105 people who entered the mountain, and the east and west mountains formed their own teams to form an alliance. Among the 105 people, there are also Mo Yan and his party from the east of the "Wonderland".

Ye Feng stopped looking worried, and Mo Yijing grabbed her hand tightly.

"Let's go find someone!" Mo Yijing said, frowning.

"Let me think about it......" Ye Feng paused.

"Now, the only choice is to choose them." Ye Feng stopped.

Mo Yijing went through it in his mind and asked curiously, "Who is it?" ”

"......" Ye Feng stopped looking at Wang Xing and his party, in addition to Wang Xing, there were Tong Yaoyao, Lu Kongsheng, and Zhang Yixiao, adding up, there were six of them.

"Oh well! Now, there is no other way! Mo Yijing said, she turned and glanced at Shui Ran, Wu Shuang and the others were fighting with them hotly and intimately!

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Yesterday I also said that I would form an alliance!" It seems that I have the ability to predict the future~"

Wang Xing and others were "flattered" again and again.

"Are you afraid?" Mo Yijing's eyes widened and he asked Ye Feng to stop. "Don't be afraid!" Ye Feng stopped clasping Mo Yijing's hand, they went hand in hand, and they would not be afraid of any or any difficulties and obstacles.

"Well, then I'm not afraid." Mo Yijing smiled, her shining eyes dotted the sky like stars.

The green shade, the beautiful smile, the heavy heart, lift the branches, it is clear and cloudless.

Leaf wind

Stop her nose and not let the tears fall, she is afraid of failure, but she can't be afraid, she can't be afraid.

She looked up at the canopy, it was golden in September, and there were seven days left before the start of the playoffs. There is still a month to go down the mountain.

People's hearts are surging, and undercurrents are surging.

The trees are luxuriant, dark green and heavy, pouring down dappled light and shadow, imprinted on the jagged branches, or reflected on the black faces of the swordsmen, the wind is hot or soft, and falls on the lips of a man with a delicate face, swept and brushed, thin lips spit fragrant, hold his breath, wait for the opportunity, he looked at the target - the trickling stream in front of him, the water was crystal clear, the fish frolicked and the green aquatic plants danced together, the green was bright and bright, and the sparkling water shadow was reflected in his eyes, and he got up and jumped, Run into the stream and hit the ground. With black boots and a tall and chic figure, it is obvious that it is the second son of the dumping - dumping water.

The breeze shook the grass's head, poured out the water, and slashed lightly through the stream, and in a few moments a finger-sized minnow was stuck in the end of the sword.

The leader said, standing at the top, everyone had to look at his "old man".

Taking advantage of the free time, he poured water and was at ease for a while.

No, he's coming! Stand at the bottom and see what treasure you want to play.

"Everyone!" The leader said, "There is still a month before the descent of the mountain, and there are still seven days before the knockout round, so please hurry up." ”

"In order to urge everyone to train better and make a breakthrough in a short period of time, hereby, we have formulated a test for you, a group of 5~6 people, seven days later, two groups of competitions, a showdown."

There was a commotion and discussion below.

The white-bearded sword master announced that there were a total of 105 people who entered the mountain, and the east and west mountains formed their own teams to form an alliance. Among the 105 people, there are also Mo Yan and his party from the east of the "Wonderland".

Ye Feng stopped looking worried, and Mo Yijing grabbed her hand tightly.

"Let's go find someone!" Mo Yijing said, frowning.

"Let me think about it......" Ye Feng paused.

"Now, the only choice is to choose them." Ye Feng stopped.

Mo Yijing went through it in his mind and asked curiously, "Who is it?" ”

"......" Ye Feng stopped looking at Wang Xing and his party, in addition to Wang Xing, there were Tong Yaoyao, Lu Kongsheng, and Zhang Yixiao, adding up, there were six of them.

"Oh well! Now, there is no other way! Mo Yijing said, she turned and glanced at Shui Ran, Wu Shuang and the others were fighting with them hotly and intimately!

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Yesterday I also said that I would form an alliance!" It seems that I have the ability to predict the future~"

Wang Xing and others were "flattered" again and again.

"Are you afraid?" Mo Yijing's eyes widened and he asked Ye Feng to stop. "Don't be afraid!" Ye Feng stopped clasping Mo Yijing's hand, they went hand in hand, and they would not be afraid of any or any difficulties and obstacles.

"Well, then I'm not afraid." Mo Yijing smiled, shiny

Eyes dotted the sky like stars.

The green shade, the beautiful smile, the heavy heart, lift the branches, it is clear and cloudless.

Ye Feng stopped her nose and didn't let the tears fall, she was afraid of failure, but she couldn't be afraid, she couldn't be afraid.

She looked up at the canopy, the golden petals crumbling like gold, shining with brilliance, inspiring her burning heart, puff and puff, and soon crystal tears poured back into her heart, watering her weak faith. Only a thin layer of tears remained, blurring her vision, and she raised her sword to wipe away her timidity, and regain her confidence, fearlessness, and courage.

Wang Xing, Tong Yaoyao, Mo Yijing, plus Lu Kongsheng, Ye Fengzhu, Zhang Yixiao, everyone collected firewood and the flame was high, they accumulated progress bit by bit, witnessed miracles, for dreams, for faith, for longing, they persevered! Stubborn and never succumb to fate!

Ye Feng stopped and meditated.

Mo Yijing smiled: "It's like a nun!" ”

"How do you know...... I used to be a ...... in the nunnery" Ye Feng stopped coughing, opened his eyes and looked at Mo Yijing in black brocade next to the waterfall, the breeze and water were around, and the acacia continued to ripple, circle around, sword light and star shadow, no trace.

"What?" Mo Yijing smiled.

"A little nun who is not willing to be lonely and breaks through herself." Ye Feng stopped.

"Hahaha~" Mo Yijing jumped to the water curtain cave in the waterfall, tiptoed to touch the ground on a wide rock, and jumped and jumped.

"I thought of ......" Ye Feng stopped for a moment.

"What do you think of?" Mo Yijing asked curiously.

In her previous life, Ye Meng used that trick to defeat the most powerful character in the White Jade Grassland Ring Tournament - a hot cloth in red, and at this moment, as Ye Feng, she must be able to do it again.

There seems to be a warm hot spring gushing out of her body, rising all the way up from the dantian, scorching her body, Ye Feng stopped shuttling at the foot of the waterfall, using the magic technique to transform the power of the water flow into internal force bit by bit, accumulating thick and thin, and actually opened up the second pulse of Ren Du. Almost, at the time she went mad, she was able to get through the second pulse of Ren Du, this moment finally came, her long-awaited wish was completed, she squatted down, a heart sank, and muttered that it had been realized, and it was realized...... She burst into tears and sobbed.

"You, what's wrong?" Mo Yijing asked, looking down at Ye Fengzhu's uncomfortable expression.

"I've opened up the second pulse of Ren Du!" Ye Feng's voice trembled, recalling the years he had worked hard for before, and he couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Mo Yijing ran over, smiled, stretched out his arms, and hugged Ye Fengzhu.

"I'm so proud of you." She said, "You will surely regain the light, it is gold that always shines!" ”

"It's delicious!" Ye Feng stopped and devoured the braised pork, the color was red and dripping, and the aroma was tangy.

cough cough, seeing Ye Feng stop covering his mouth and smirking, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you!" Mo Yijing patted Ye Fengzhu's shoulder.

Pouring water is still that indifferent face, yet

After holding the sword and leaving the dining hall, the wind gently brushed his face, pulling his clothes, and her heart ached.

She bowed her head, chewed slowly, and held back her tears.

At the time of the evening eclipse, Wu Wuqing taught her swordsmanship routines as always.

"A lot of improvement...... Wu Wuqing noticed something, today's Ye Fengzhu is indeed different, he wondered, finally under his unremitting on-demand sowing, did his head open up? Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it flies.

Some time ago, he couldn't help but scold Ye Fengzhu for being a pig's brain, and when he said it from Wu Wuqing's mouth, it effortlessly proved that Ye Fengzhu was not a little clumsy!

Today, Ye Feng's ability to have such an achievement is indispensable to Wu Wuqing.

Qiongyu and Youlian's sword body turned against each other, rubbing and going off, swishing, flashing stars, as soon as Youlian came out, Qiongyu was overshadowed, she really couldn't compare to Wu Wuqing, as expected, she was full of emotion.

Wu Wuqing stopped, and saw that Ye Fengzhu's bland expression contained a hint of rebellion, one day, Ye Fengzhu would also become a generation of swordsmen, surpassing himself, surpassing the white feather official, and surpassing the dragon sword.

Perhaps, that might just be delusional.

The wind is rattling, and the second son is tilted - the layout leads the formation, and he is indecided.

At this time, Wu Shuang walked with small steps, with a sweet smile on her face, sitting with her sleeves brushed, a gust of breeze passed through her skin like a snow lotus, and the faint dark fragrance floated, which reminded people of that poem: The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

Yiren was the companion, pouring water and smiling lightly, and his handsome face had quietly wiped away the gloom of Fang Cai.

The sword of the red stack and the sword of the left are staggered, but there is no telepathy, she finally couldn't help but speak, still with a smile on her face, squeezing out a trace of anticipation: "Shui Ran ......" Her fingers twisted and rubbed Luo's skirt back and forth underneath, nervous.

Wu Shuang slowly hesitated whether to say this name, and then when she poured out with a tight breath, her face was already red, she had never shown such a sincere and fearful side in front of anyone, until the second son, Dumping Shuiran, appeared.

The face of the pouring water turned to her, the front was dashing, the eyes were soft, and the expectation was amorous......

"After the knockouts, there will be a short break, we ...... Can I go down the mountain in a group? Wu Shuang covered her beating heart and said softly.

He answered and continued to play chess, accompanied by Wu Shuang.

Wu Shuang's chess skills are exquisite, his mind is flexible, and his methods are clever, and he has already imagined the ending when he plays the first move...... Sure enough, it is different from Ye Fengzhu, the big stupid pig who fights with him, and he can't fight around, and he doesn't distinguish between each other, so he is worthy of him - the second son.

"I won!" Wu Shuang smiled a lot, her teeth happily rested into a slit, and there were two more good-looking dimples next to her. Whoever looks at it will be fascinated and deeply studded.

Her voice is melodious, tactful like a yellow warbler, leaving traces in the bottom of her heart.

Xu Yanling and Wu Shuang met Ye Fengzhu and Mo Yijing in the Pomegranate Pavilion, and the two looked at each other, murderous.

Here it is

A library of books, full of all kinds of ancient books, about swordsmanship, about healing, about cultivation.

"This one is the first one I saw!" Wu Shuang stared at Ye Feng, raised his head, and stared intently, with a little gloom.

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't move at all, his gradually fierce gaze couldn't help but make people shudder.

Ye Feng stopped holding the hand of the ancient book and hesitated, gradually clenched it, and finally lost his temper and failed, raised his eyes and said not to be outdone: "Sooner or later, it will be my ......"

Wu Shuang's face didn't change at first, so she wouldn't be angry because of such a small thing, but in a blink of an eye, she was angry and ruined, and she didn't feel happy in her heart......

Ye Feng stopped stepping out of the attic, leaving a sentence of "lost company", and his tone was cold, like the bleak shadow of a chrysanthemum hitting the ground horizontally.

(End of chapter)