Just yesterday, Xiao Baiyi saw that Zi Ling'er and Ye Changsheng behaved intimately, and gave a reason to comfort herself, but the more she thought about it after she went back, the more wrong she became.

Going up the mountain today, Zi Ling'er followed behind Ye Changsheng and Taixu Zhenren, at first he thought that Zi Ling'er was just following Shizun, but the more he looked, the more he felt that she was clearly following Ye Changsheng.

Just now, when the sword dance, Zi Ling'er looked at Ye Changsheng's eyes, that was even more wrong, even if Xiao Baiyi was stupid, he would understand what was going on.

Sister Little Bell, she obviously likes Ye Changsheng!

Coming to this conclusion, Xiao Baiyi's lungs were about to explode, and before he dared to love this, he was a stupid boy.

New hatred and old hatred, how can Xiao Baiyi endure it, he has waited long enough for this battle with Ye Changsheng.

The disciples of the Xingyue Sect didn't feel anything when they heard Xiao Baiyi's battle, but took it for granted, only Senior Brother Min Ziyue saw that something was wrong, and he was a little worried in his heart.

Ye Changsheng was surprised, then nodded, got up suddenly, and walked towards the square.

He could naturally see that Xiao Baiyi was showing hostility, and he could roughly guess where this hostility came from, but if he refused or avoided at this time, it would only make Xiao Baiyi even more angry.

Since sooner or later you have to make a move, let's just take advantage of it now.

Yuan Hua Zhenren is so wise, he can see the fire, just looking at Xiao Baiyi's jealousy color, he guessed a little reason.

He sat cross-legged and said lightly: "Go, get the Dao sword." ”

Immediately, a little Taoist priest found two wooden swords, walked into the square, and handed them to Ye Changsheng and Xiao Baiyi.

Ye Changsheng happily took it, Xiao Baiyi was stunned for a moment, and had to take the wooden sword stupidly.

Xiao Baiyi originally wanted to use the Liuchuan Sword that Ye Changsheng imitated for him to have a good fight with Ye Changsheng.

However, he is not a very unreasonable person, and it is really not good for Ye Changsheng to splash his blood in the place where the Daomen is cultivated.

Thinking in his heart, Xiao Baiyi was happy, and quickly tightened his face, glaring at Ye Changsheng angrily.

Anger can stimulate battle intent, Xiao Baiyi's shoulders stood up, and his body exuded a cold aura.

The peachwood sword in his hand was covered with a layer of white cold air, as if it had turned into a divine weapon.

Ye Changsheng sensed the momentum emanating from Xiao Baiyi, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise.

Half a month ago, when he and Xiao Baiyi were fighting, Xiao Baiyi's sword momentum reached level five at most.

But now, Xiao Baiyi's sword momentum has been raised to a sixth-level strength, even stronger than Gongsun Kang back then.

According to Immortal's experience, as long as the sword potential can reach level seven, it means that the cultivator has already comprehended the combat realm and can be regarded as a qualified fighter.

Xiao Baiyi is infinitely close to this step.

It seems that these days, Xiao Baiyi and Wuzhen have made moves every day, and the harvest is not ordinarily big, which shows how amazing his talent is.

However, it took more than a dozen breaths to raise the sword momentum to the limit, and the speed was still a little slow.

Xiao Baiyi, who was full of momentum, shouted softly, and the wooden sword burst out with ten thousand cold lights, stabbing towards Ye Changsheng like lightning.

Ye Changsheng's eyes drooped, and the peachwood sword in his hand trembled slightly, making a slight buzzing sound.

It wasn't until the cold air came to his face that he raised his eyes, and waved a sword in his hand, and round qi rings spread out from the tip of the sword, flying forward layer by layer.

The qi collided, making a continuous explosion, Ye Changsheng's figure shifted horizontally for several meters, and the peachwood sword in his hand was still trembling slightly.

Several real people smiled silently, including Elder Zeng Xiangyang, who did not look at Ye Changsheng, but all looked at Xiao Baiyi with a bit of expectation in their eyes.

Everything in the world can be turned into a sharp weapon, not to mention a peachwood sword, even if it is a leaf or a branch, as long as its characteristics are brought into play, it can also become a sharp weapon for killing.

Ye Changsheng poured the sword body of the peachwood sword with strength, in fact, he was familiar with the characteristics of this sword and improved the fit between people and the sword.

Xiao Baiyi may not be able to understand this truth, but Ye Changsheng did it so deliberately and so obviously, if he didn't notice it again, then he would really have the reputation of a genius.

Fortunately, Xiao Baiyi did not disappoint everyone, he hit the air with a sword, and glanced at Ye Changsheng in surprise, how is Ye Changsheng's move just now a little similar to the little Taoist sword-dancing move?

Immediately, he saw the trembling long sword in Ye Changsheng's hand, and he couldn't help but feel a slight chill.

He remembered that when he made a move, Ye Changsheng seemed to be shaking his sword, why did he still shake endlessly?

Xiao Baiyi subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, suddenly realized something, and suddenly realized.

This Ye Changsheng is really cunning, it turns out that he is not shaking the sword, he is trying the sword!

Ye Changsheng had forged two swords for him before, each with different characteristics, one focusing on slashing and slashing with strength, and the other focusing on energy attack.

For this reason, he specially studied the characteristics of the two swords, and practiced in various ways to master the power skills of the two swords.

Not to mention, Xiao Baiyi's thinking about it did make him understand a lot of things, and these things were very practical and practical that he couldn't involve at all on weekdays.

In the same way, the peachwood sword is also a sword, and he should naturally figure it out in order to make it the most powerful.

Ye Changsheng was shaking his sword, if he shook his sword again, wouldn't he be inferior?

Xiao Baiyi's eyes lit up, and a faint cold aura erupted from his palm, which quickly spread across the hilt of the sword, sticking to the surface of the wooden sword, and extending downward.

This chill came from his body energy, which was very slight and would not harm the sword body, but it could accurately feed back all kinds of information to him.

Xiao Baiyi accepted the feedback of the sword body, and the posture of holding the sword instinctively adjusted.

Although the adjustment was very small, so small that it was impossible to measure with the naked eye, he clearly sensed that this sword was more comfortable in his hand!

Hastily!

The cold qi drilled back into the palm of his hand, Xiao Baiyi's eyes were as bright as morning stars, and a sword stabbed forward.

It was still the same move just now, but the wooden sword stabbed towards Ye Changsheng at a faster speed and with more fierce energy.

Ye Changsheng didn't draw circles anymore, the wooden sword stabbed forward, and the dense energy was like invisible javelins, roaring forward.

Each invisible javelin accurately pierced a sword qi, and in the dense explosion, strange fluctuations appeared in the air.

Bang!

The tips of the two peachwood swords struck together with precision.

The two figures flashed back at the same time, and after drawing an arc, they approached each other again, and fought together again.

Before I knew it, ten strokes passed.

Ten strokes have passed!

Xiao Baiyi seemed to have lifted the demons in his heart, and his momentum skyrocketed again, and the wooden sword emitted ten thousand cold rays, and an endless cold light swept Ye Changsheng in it.

Seventh-level sword momentum?!

Ye Changsheng sensed Xiao Baiyi's skyrocketing momentum, and he was also moved.

The Holy Son of Snow Ridge is worthy of being the darling of God!