The next day, the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect began their great competition early in the morning, and all the seven sons of Quanzhen sat on the stage, and all the disciples stood behind their respective masters according to their generations.

It's also helpless to say, as the saying goes, the rich are not more than three generations, and when it comes to the rivers and lakes, most of the disciples of the sect are not as good as the generation, and it is even more vividly reflected in the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang Huashan on the sword power is overwhelming, and the martial arts are the best martial arts, and Zhou Botong is also a top master comparable to the four uniques; In the second generation, the seven sons of Quanzhen were able to keep the prestige and foundation of the Quanzhen Sect with the Tiangang Beidou Sword Array; But this third generation is really difficult to see, if you don't count Bai Fan, the highest martial arts is Zhao Zhijing, and then Yin Zhiping is slightly better than other disciples, in addition to Cui Zhifang, Li Zhichang and others, although they are also both internal and external, their skills are not bad, but they are only relative to those ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and they are really masters, even if they are Lingzhi Venerable, Liang Ziweng and others are far from opponents, and even when they met Xiao Xiangzi in the Condor, they were seconds in a few moves, except for Yin and Zhao.

The three generations of disciples stepped forward one by one, probably a move contest, and the winner was divided until the point was reached, and the seventh son commented and pointed, and Zhao Zhijing on Wang Chuyi's side did not encounter the opponent again after he came on the field, except for Yin Zhiping who fought with him, everyone else was defeated cleanly.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but get carried away and be happy, Qiu Chuji looked at it and was displeased, among the seven sons of Quanzhen, he had the highest martial arts, but among the three generations of disciples, he was the leader of the king's lineage, he was a person who liked to be competitive, where could he see Zhao Zhijing's appearance as a villain, and the other disciples were indeed not his opponents, seeing Bai Fan standing behind the king, he said: "Zhifan's nephew, my uncle hasn't seen you make a move for several years, you might as well come forward and try it with Zhao's nephew, It is also good to let the other brothers and sisters be ashamed and brave. ”

Nima, Bai Fan found that it would be no good for him to be remembered by Qiu Chuji, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he pulled a group ridicule for himself, what does it mean to be ashamed and brave, can't you use it to see the sages?

The surrounding Zhizi disciples really looked at Bai Fan's eyes and began to be angry, and those who were originally dissatisfied with Zhao Zhijing immediately changed their positions, only hoping that Zhao Zhijing would teach Bai Fan a hard lesson.

After nodding at the king's place, Bai Fan reluctantly stepped forward with his sword and said, "Please give advice to Senior Brother Zhao." ”

Zhao Zhijing is like a great enemy, since Bai Fan started, he has not begged for a bargain in his hands, although he has improved a lot in the past three years, he still feels that there is little hope of victory.

Bai Fan saw that he was holding his sword on guard but didn't make a move, so he guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, the junior brother is thanks to the great grace of the ancestor to open up the seven veins, so the internal strength is better than the senior brother, so it is indeed a victory without martial arts, why don't we all use internal strength, how about only relying on the sword move to divide the victory and defeat?" ”

Zhao Zhijing's eyes lit up and said, "This is what you said." ”

"No jokes."

"Okay", Zhao Zhijing said happily, he had never seen Bai Fan use a profound sword move, every time he smashed people away with a sword with deep internal strength, so he guessed that his sword kung fu was low, and now he was not allowed to use internal force, he didn't believe that the exquisite moves he had practiced diligently for more than ten years would not be comparable to Bai Fan.

Most of the disciples had such an opinion, gloating at Bai Fan, only Yin Zhiping shook his head, thinking that Zhao Zhijing would lose very badly, he had seen Bai Fan make a move in the Drunken Immortal Building, and they didn't look at who took the initiative to propose this comparison.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhijing pulled a sword flower, and the long sword drew a cold light towards Bai Fan's upper body, Bai Fan smiled, pulled out his saber and stabbed forward.

Zhao Zhijing saw that his thorn was indifferent, and he was sure of his thoughts in his heart, and couldn't help but despise Bai Fan a little more, his body was slightly on one side and thought that he had avoided this sword, but the long sword suddenly split, and turned into two swords to chase after him, sealing all the retreats on both sides of him, at this time, his own sword momentum was too late to retreat, and he could only watch the long sword about to stab himself.

Bai Fan's sword is very strange like an ancient soldier, the sword light is restrained, the sword body is thick, and it is a few feet longer than ordinary swords, so Zhao Zhijing's sword is still halfway, and the tip of Bai Fan's sword is already pointing at his throat.

Zhao Zhijing showed a hint of disberence, and with a mysterious footwork on his feet, as if he didn't see Bai Fan's sword tip, he flashed to the side and stabbed a sword again.

Bai Fan was not annoyed, and was still waiting for him with a smile.

This time Zhao Zhijing didn't play tricks again, the long sword stabbed obliquely from Bai Fan's side, the angle was tricky, the sword path was weird, Bai Fan's eyes lit up and recognized this move as the "wandering world" in the true swordsmanship, and Zhao Zhijing was not all in vain, at least this sword was passed down by the master and the king.

Bai Fan's body turned slightly, and the long sword was stabbed out again, the angle was also tricky, and then turned into three swords, one sword directly swung Zhao Zhijing's long sword away, and the other two swords pointed at him on the left and right of his chest.

Zhao Zhijing took a step back from his sword and said angrily: "Will you make this move?" ”

Bai Fan said with a smile: "Senior Brother will have another move, Senior Brother Zhao might as well try another move." ”

Zhao Zhijing looked at him hatefully, and suddenly raised his sword and stabbed upward, this move was fast and ruthless, the strength, style, and force were all just right, and it was a surprise attack, which was simply impossible to prevent.

Bai Fan's face changed, Zhao Zhijing looked at him proudly, since the "Dingyang Needle" was beaten into the "Falling Sun Needle" by Bai Fan's sword, Zhao Zhijing has never used this trick in front of people, but he has been practicing hard when no one is around, and today he vows to return all the shame of the day to Bai Fan.

Bai Fan's face turned flat, and the long sword shook and turned into three sword lights in front of his chest, the first one was dodged by Zhao Zhijing's long sword, and the second one was touched together, but Zhao Zhijing's sword spirit was full of energy, only slightly deviated a little, still pointing at his chest, seeing that the third sword light was about to swing the long sword away.

Zhao Zhijing smiled strangely, his wrist shook slightly, and the long sword circled around a half-arc to avoid the third sword light and stabbed directly into Bai Fan's heart.

"Don't ......"

"Stop......"

"It's not good, Senior Brother Bai dodge ...... quickly"

Seeing this, Bai Fan laughed the same way, only to see that the long sword in his hand, which had been exhausted, suddenly turned into a fourth sword light, and smashed Zhao Zhijing's long sword out with a "poof".

"Senior Brother Zhao, it seems that this trick 'Fixing Yang Needle' is destined to be a 'Falling Sun Needle' in your hands." Bai Fan's long sword returned to the sheath and said with a smile.

"You ......", Zhao Zhijing was speechless, picked up his sword and walked behind Wang Zhiyi, Wang Zhiyi comforted him a few words, and his face improved a lot.

At this time, many third-generation disciples had not yet recovered from the sword just now, and they were buzzing and discussing.

"Is this a sword and three clears? How did you turn into four swords? ”

"Of course, the four swords have to be called one sword and four clear."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhao didn't lose unjustly, and if he can lose under the one sword and four clears, it can be regarded as a well-deserved loss."

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Qiu Chuji stood up at this time and said: "Zhifan's nephew is so subtle in his swordsmanship, and his uncle can be regarded as having a big vision, so it is better to communicate with all the senior brothers how to practice swordsmanship, so that he can practice swordsmanship so superbly." ”

Bai Fan recalled that he didn't eat or drink all day long, like a demon, practicing a straight stab sword to turn three clears, and sighed when he was like a day for more than ten years: "There is no other trick, it is better to learn more than to learn well, ten years to sharpen a sword, once try the edge." After another ten years of grinding, Taishan did not dare to stop. ”

Everyone was silent after listening to it, everyone understood the truth, but there were a few people who could do it, but everyone in the martial arts always wanted to practice more advanced martial arts, but they never thought about whether they had really worked hard.

Then all the disciples dispersed, preparing for the New Year, although the people of the Quanzhen Sect would not make too much noise and excitement, but probably some lanterns and red silk still had to be prepared.

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As soon as the Shangyuan Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of the next year passed, the Quanzhen Sect returned to its former coldness, and the seven sons of Quanzhen were all people who didn't like to take care of trivial matters, so a lot of daily trivial matters were handed over to Zhao Zhijing to manage, and Bai Fan seemed to be enjoying it when he looked at him.

Bai Fan has been observing this Yin Zhiping for the past few days, and saw that he had prepared a lot of dry food today, pulled out the horses, and seemed to be going out of the house, so he found him and said, "Senior brother, where are you going?" ”

Yin Zhiping said with a smile: "Master ordered me to go to the Mobei Grassland, find the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and their disciples, and send them a letter. ”

Bai Fan's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Zhongnan Mountain is thousands of miles away from Mobei, and Mobei is vast, the Hu people are fierce, and there are many dangers on the road, so it is better for senior brother to accompany you, and you can take care of it." ”

Yin Zhiping immediately said happily: "It is best to have a senior brother to take care of it, how dare the younger brother disobey." ”

Bai Fan smiled, and as soon as King Yuming got permission, he casually took some silver taels and a change of clothes and put a package on the horse's back, and then took the sword and led the horse and Yin Zhiping down the mountain.

In the past ten years, he has been concentrating on martial arts, and rarely cares about things on the rivers and lakes, just for fear of causing a butterfly effect and affecting the subsequent plot direction.

He went north with Yin Zhiping this time for the next volume of the Nine Yin True Scripture, if he could, he didn't want to snatch it from Guo Jing, the protagonist in the infinite novel of the previous life always had the blessing of the fate of the world, Bai Fan didn't want to test the law, and it was the best result to get it directly from Mei Chaofeng's hands, so after going down the mountain, Bai Fan deliberately accelerated the horse's speed, in order to find her before Mei Chaofeng was discovered by the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan.