No one noticed that Luo Ning, who had gone to chop wood, had returned.

Only Luo Wuwu nervously grabbed the corner of Luo Ning's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing is going to happen, is it?"

Luo Ning shook his head and comforted, "What are you afraid of, I'm here." ”

Hearing Luo Ning say this, Luo Wuwu's face was a little better and he was much more relieved.

Those people seemed to be jogging with swords.

From a distance, it seems that people from other mountain gates have come to compete.

More than a dozen disciples came to the Fourth Mountain Gate.

The person at the head was none other than a disciple of the Fourth Mountain Sect, named Zhou Qingtian.

You don't have to look at it to know that this is Liu Youfeng who came to deliberately humiliate the first mountain gate, and no elder came forward, that is to say, Wang Liang already knew the meaning of the fourth mountain gate, and he didn't want to offend the fourth mountain gate, but he didn't want to watch his apprentices being bullied, so he hid.

Ostensibly for competition, but in fact for humiliation.

There were already two injured disciples in the circle around the crowd.

It seems that they were all injured under Zhou Qingtian's sword.

Zhou Qingtian's realm is already the eighth level of the first micro.

At this age, if you take two steps further, you will already be in the realm of spiritual awareness.

In the entire First Mountain Gate, only Senior Brother Yang Mubai has reached the strength of the Seventh Layer of the First Micro.

Although he is a senior brother, Yang Mubai's age is only seventeen years old.

Senior brother Yang Mubai took a step forward, his face was already gloomy.

He had already understood Zhou Qingtian's intention, the elders of the mountain gate didn't care, but how could he, as a senior brother, not care?

The two disciples of the First Heavy Mountain Gate had already been injured, and Yang Mubai stood up, his face very ugly.

"I heard that you have a new junior brother named Luo Ning?"

Zhou Qingtian smiled slyly, "Our Jian Yuan has always taken care of newcomers, call your little junior brother out, maybe I can still give him some advice." ”

Luo Wuwu was obviously a little nervous when he heard Zhou Qingtian say Luo Ning's name, and the hand holding the corner of Luo Ning's clothes was even tighter.

"Our little junior brother of the No. 1 Mountain Gate, it's not your turn to bully!"

Yang Mubai was furious, and the long sword was unsheathed, pointing directly at Zhou Qingtian.

"What's the matter? A month later, the strong man who wants to challenge Liu Youfeng on the stage of life and death, what's wrong with us?"

Yang Mubai's spiritual power soared, and the long sword in his hand was also shining.

The name of this sword is righteousness, and the righteousness of righteousness is to fight unevenly.

The little junior brother was humiliated, and the mountain gate was disgraced, where did this come from?

Yang Mubai's talent is not outstanding, but it is only by virtue of his own persistence and hard work that he stands out among his peers.

Now Zhou Qingtian is making trouble, which is unjust.

He has always used his sword for the sake of righteousness.

If you can be righteous and have a clear heart, you will be invincible.

With a finger of the long sword, the two figures were already staggered. The two long swords flew up and down, and the senior brother, with the strength of the first micro sevenfold, turned out to be on par with Zhou Qingtian.

Luo Ning was slightly moved, with his current strength, with the sword technique given to him by the black stone, he could indeed defeat Zhou Qingtian, but it was extremely rare for Yang Mubai to be able to leapfrog the challenge just by relying on his own strength.

All the disciples of the First Heavy Mountain Sect were holding a cold sweat for Yang Mubai.

Yang Mubai, this is the strongest force in the first mountain gate, if Zhou Qingtian is defeated, the first mountain gate will be completely lost.

And all this is because of Luo Ning, who offended Liu Youfeng.

Zhou Qingtian's gaze gradually became cold, originally he came to the first mountain gate to humiliate Luo Ning, but he didn't expect to directly encounter this roadblocker.

Although Yang Mubai's realm is not as good as him, the latter's spiritual power sword fetus is extremely solid, and it will definitely be difficult for him to win for a while.

I have been in the fourth mountain gate for a long time, and naturally there are many sword tricks at the bottom of the box.

Zhou Qingtian secretly gritted his teeth, and the spiritual power light on the tip of the sword suddenly reappeared.

A reddish glow loomed over the entire iron sword.

The crowd burst into exclamations.

"Plum Blossom Three!"

This is the stunt of the elders of the Fourth Mountain Gate, it is this plum blossom three styles, but I didn't expect it to be passed on to Zhou Qingtian.

The red light above the iron sword reflected the surrounding ground as if the sunset was falling, and the red light was a flash of red light, and then an incomparably chilling murderous aura emerged.

The first sword of the plum blossom three styles, the land around Zhou Qingtian seems to be embellished with this sword.

Yang Mubai snorted in a low voice, and his sword moves changed, and he also used the mastery of the first mountain gate.

A touch of dark green light covered the sword, and the sword wood was like gold and jade intertwined, and a crisp sword sound suddenly sounded, like an orchestral chorus!

This is the sword style of the first mountain gate.

Above the level of the sword technique, the power of the Ming Sword Style is naturally not as sharp as the Plum Blossom Three Style, and the murderous aura is everywhere.

Yang Mubai snorted, and between the two swords, his left hand had already been wounded by the sword.

If it weren't for the fact that his realm was one level lower than Zhou Qingtian, the interlacing of these two sword techniques, the outcome might not be known.

Yang Mubai took a few steps back and forcibly held his sword to stabilize his body.

He really didn't expect that Zhou Qingtian would even learn the three plum blossom styles, so that which of all the disciples of the entire First Heavy Mountain Sect could be his opponent?

Yang Mubai gritted his teeth fiercely and held his sword straight, intending to step forward again.

If he continues to fight hard, he is no longer Zhou Qingtian's opponent.

Plum wood three-style, sure enough, the name is well deserved!

However, before he could move, a very discordant sound suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.

All of you were using swords, and few of you could hear the sound of wood scraping against the ground.

From a distance, it doesn't sound like wood, but more like a bundle of firewood.

Two bundles to be exact.

The crowd was divided, and Luo Ning, who was holding Luo Wuwu in his hands and carrying two bundles of firewood on his shoulders, slowly walked out from behind.

Because of the chopping wood, his face was a little gray, like a real woodcutter in the mountains.

"Didn't he go chopping wood? ”

"He doesn't know what Zhou Qingtian is doing, how dare he show up?"

"If it weren't for him, how could I fall into such embarrassment?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the spearhead was pointed at Luo Ning.

The latter was not in a hurry and slowly put the bundle of firewood on the ground, but the hand holding Luo Wuwu still did not let go.

He touched the long sword that was tied behind his clothes, thought for a moment, and finally reached out and grasped the wood knife pinned to the firewood.

He had never used this wood knife when he was chopping wood, so it was a little awkward to hold.

"You're Luo Ning?"

Zhou Qingtian looked at the shabby and even embarrassed young man in front of him, his eyes were full of sarcasm, no matter how he looked at this person, he didn't look like the genius that those people said.

Zhou Qingtian snorted coldly, "It's just a waste who came in through a relationship, how can you challenge Liu Youfeng?"

Luo Ning slowly lowered his head, let go of Luo Wuwu's hand, and reached out to pick up a wooden stick stuck on the firewood knife.

"You're right, I'm a piece of shit. ”

"How many sets of sword tricks have you learned?

Zhou Qingtian couldn't anger Luo Ning, and he suddenly lost a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

"I haven't learned any swordsmanship. ”

Luo Ning said coldly, holding the firewood knife with both hands, and his eyes flashed from Yang Mubai, who had just been injured.

"I used to work as a handyman, and today I just learned how to chop wood. ”

Everyone noticed that Luo Ning was holding a hatchet knife in his hand.

Behind his back was a silver-white sword.

He didn't draw out a sword, but out a sword.

Or maybe he thinks that when he chops wood, he is practicing swords, but facing a real opponent is just like chopping wood.

The implication is that –

You don't deserve my sword!