"Senior Brother Zhao Feng, please advise."

After speaking, he put on a posture, crying and laughing, and in desperation, he could only look at the stage, his master was still at ease with his eyes closed, and Fu Wan smiled happily, but he didn't mean to open his mouth at all.

In desperation, Zhao Feng could only take the trick hard, if it was like a competition between Zhao Feng and Huo Hai, Zhao Feng and Bu Lanshui were completely showing, Zhao Feng did not attack, and blindly defended.

After dozens of moves back and forth between the two, Bu Lanshui put away his sword, pouted and threw down Zhao Feng, trotted to Bu Jinghan's side on the stage, and said sullenly: "Master, I can't beat Zhao Feng." ”

The disciples in the audience were stunned, and saw that Bu Jinghan, the head of the Qinghe Academy, who had always been called by them as not eating the immortal fire of the world, touched the head of the female disciple with a smile, and the smile was like a cold plum in winter suddenly blooming, which was beautiful.

Seeing this, the law enforcement elder Wu He Ji hurriedly stood up and announced that the competition would continue, in case these children came out like this, the other disciples would slowly doubt the elder's impartiality, and then treat the sect rules as nothing.

The law enforcement elder stood on the stage and continued the competition after speaking, but the audience fell silent, and although the senior disciples were angry, they also understood that they were humiliating themselves.

The disciples of the same level did not dare to step forward to compete, and the law enforcement elder squinted his eyes and announced: "Since there is no one to challenge, then proceed to the next stage, all the disciples can go to their respective teaching elders to draw lots to choose opponents, I want to especially remind the disciples who have already participated in the competition, this is your last chance to choose, work hard." ”

After the law enforcement elder finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhao Feng regardless of the reaction below, cast an approving glance at Zhao Feng, and left the ring.

Zhao Feng exhaled slowly, walked back behind Tingjian, and where others couldn't see, Ah Er secretly got out of the storage space.

Zhao Feng lowered his head and teased Ah Er, listening to the sound of the sword coming coldly.

Tingjian: "What do you think of your fight?" "The voice is emotionless, and people can't hear joy and anger.

Zhao Feng lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

Listening to the sword, he was unyielding, and said in a deep voice: "Say!" ”

Zhao Feng heard that his master was angry, thought about it for a while, and whispered: "I, I didn't always carry my own sword. ”

Zhao Feng raised his head cautiously, and saw that Tingjian did not react, knowing that Tingjian was really angry.

He lowered his head again and continued: "Eager for quick success, knowing that it is a trap, he goes against the grain and goes up. ”

Zhao Feng's voice fell for a long time, but he still didn't see a reaction from the sword. A group of disciples under the ring began to exchange contempt, and Zhao Feng and the sword master and apprentice on the stage fell into an eerie silence.

The audience was in full swing, but the stage was very quiet, Zhao Feng lowered his head, and he didn't even look up for the competition under the stage.

After a long time, the sword in front of me was the first to speak.

Listen to the sword: "Let's go to the Little Sword Pavilion." The voice was flat as usual, Zhao Feng raised his head in surprise, opened his mouth, didn't say anything, nodded, said goodbye to several other masters on the stage, and quietly got off the high platform.

On the way out, Zhao Feng turned his head to the position of the disciples of the Vientiane Academy under the stage, Chu Wuguo kept looking at Zhao Feng on the stage when he was offstage, and when he saw Zhao Feng leave suddenly, Chu Wuguo felt that something was wrong.

Chu Wuguo slowly withdrew from the crowd and chased after him, and finally stopped Zhao Feng at the gate of Taichu Courtyard, Zhao Feng was a little surprised when he saw Chu Wuguo who came up, and smiled with relief.

Chu Wuguo frowned and said, "What's the matter, where are you going?" ”

Zhao Feng smiled indifferently: "Go to Shigong." ”

Chu Wuguo was puzzled: "Master? ”

Zhao Feng then remembered that he had never told Chu Wuguo about his master, although he was told by Jian at that time that he could only let Chu Wuguo and Bu Lanshui know, but because he no longer went to his master's later, he didn't say much.

After Zhao Feng looked around to confirm that there was no one else, he leaned over to Chu Wuguo's ear and whispered a brief introduction to Xiao Nanke's matter.

Chu Wuguo nodded, Zhao Feng looked at Chu Wuguo and said, "Then I'll go first and cheer for them for me." ”

Chu Wuguo saw Zhao Feng leave, and reflexively returned to Taichu Courtyard.

Zhao Feng did not find a corner and teleported to the Little Sword Pavilion, but returned to the Heaven Covering Courtyard, and after taking his own sword, he teleported from the Heaven Covering Courtyard to the Little Sword Pavilion.

The location of the Little Sword Pavilion teleportation is fixed, and it will return to where it comes when you walk back from it.

Now where there is no one, it is not necessary that there will be no one when he comes back, and this time he may not be going for long, Zhao Feng thought about trying to avoid all kinds of accidents, and there would be no one else in the Heaven Covering Courtyard, which was the most suitable.

Zhao Feng took out the brand that Xiao Nanke gave him from the storage ring, the brand that had been placed for ten years had not changed in any way because of the loss of time, Zhao Feng's finger was on the brand, and then the brand was activated.

Coming to Xiaojian Pavilion again after ten years, Zhao Feng still felt a little emotion in his heart, the surrounding scenery was still the same as back then, and the Xiaojian Pavilion was still the same as it was back then, covering the sky and the sun, and going straight into the green clouds.

Compared with Zhao Feng's emotion, Ah Er seemed to have come to his own back garden, and the food problem that Zhao Feng was still worried about at the beginning did not cause him much trouble.

After hunting once before, every once in a while Ah Er would run out by himself, and he would come back with a lot of game every other day, and he didn't know how it was brought back, Zhao Feng looked at Ah Er's appearance of scurrying left and right, and knew that its food source must be this, but he didn't know how Ah Er found it without a teleportation brand.

Zhao Feng looked at Ah Er who disappeared into the forest and shook his head helplessly, slowly walked up the steps outside the Little Sword Pavilion, and gently pushed open the door.

He hadn't been here for ten years, but this place didn't make him feel strange at all, and he walked to the fourth floor step by step.

Zhao Feng was a little nervous, he stood outside the door, looking at Xiao Nanke inside, maybe reading a book in his Taishi chair, or lying on his big bed looking at himself who entered the door with a smile.

Zhao Feng took a heavy breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock." The rhythmic three knocks on the door echoed in the Little Sword Pavilion, but no one in the room answered.

Zhao Feng raised his hand and was about to knock on the door again, the joints of his index finger were already close to the door, and when he was about to meet them, the room finally remembered Zhao Feng's familiar voice: "Come in." ”

The sound is as good as it was back then....

Zhao Feng gently pushed open the door, and what came into his eyes was the sunlight shining on the book wall, the light and shadow were staggered on the book wall, and a man sitting against the light under the book wall, his black hair was spread on the ground, and his mouth contained a warm smile like the sun, staring at the book in front of him, as if looking at a treasure.

The man heard the sound of pushing the door and raised his head, it was Xiao Nanke, but I don't know if it was Zhao Feng's illusion or now, I always felt that Xiao Nanke after raising his head seemed to have a different feeling.

His expression didn't change, he still smiled.