Holding the scroll in his hand, the principal said, "The names on the list of this scroll are those who have passed the preliminary examination, and they are randomly selected to fight one-on-one. ”

"Group 1 ......"

Field Sword became very quiet, and all the disciples listened carefully with their ears open.

Breathing, heartbeat.

Extremely clear.

The principal gentleman read: "Song Feiyang, a disciple of the inner sect of the Vermilion Bird Palace, has fought against Zhang Ze of the Lingyun Palace. ”

Suddenly, like a pot of boiling water, the venue began to quickly become lively.

There was even a certain disciple of Lingyun Hall who shouted: "It's better to give up earlier, it's a shame to save people." ”

Many disciples were silent, and the rest of the disciples sighed and shook their heads.

Because no matter how you look at it, Zhang Ze is sure that he will lose.

What's more, he had already buried his head early, so as not to lose face for the disciples in the entire hall after the competition.

However, those disciples of the Vermilion Bird Hall were already very curious about Zhang.

The young sword boy,

An idler who sleeps for months as soon as he enters the lonely mountain,

A waste that has not yet learned from the sword.

Now I finally see it.

He really doesn't seem to wear socks.

......

For them, there was naturally no suspense in this competition, but the group of people in Lingyun Hall either bowed their heads and pretended to be asleep, or looked up, or chatted with the people around them, but they did not have the slightest hope for this idler.

Until the two of them played for a long time, there was no one who even applauded them.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the lonely and cold figure on the opposite side and said, "Could it be that all of you in the Vermilion Bird Hall look so cold?"

Song Feiyang said lightly: "You don't have to be sad, cultivation is already difficult, if you work hard in the future, you will impress them." ”

Zhang Ze had already flicked his wrist and said, "Maybe I can do it now." He stared into Seinfeld's eyes and continued, "My uncle told me to be honest, so I told the truth. ”

The corners of Seinfeld's mouth fluctuated slightly, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

He wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't expect this man to be so arrogant.

In fact, Zhang is really just telling the truth.

A disciple on the cliff said bitterly: "It can really be pretended." ”

The sword in his arms has been sunk by wind and rain for many years, and the rust is very deep.

Someone laughed on the cliffside.

"It's really hard for him, obviously Houshan Jianchi can pick a good sword, but he doesn't know where to pick up such a broken sword. ”

Seinfeld didn't draw his sword, and the sword was still in its sheath.

"Let's do it. ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "Please draw your sword." ”

Seinfeld said coldly, "No need. ”

Zhang Ze looked at him and said seriously: "Even if you think I can't defeat you, please respect your opponent." The lonely mountain cultivates the gentleman's sword, and it is a "rite" word. ”

Seinfeld snorted coldly and said, "That's it." ”

The sword is unsheathed.

The eyes of the audience were fixed on the sword.

The unsheathed sword is irretrievably sharp.

The wind moves, the forest moves, and the sword light is dazzling.

Everything in the ink chessboard seems unreal, but it is very real.

Song Feiyang drew three sword lights, one stabbed straight at Zhang Zeji, and the other two wrapped around his sides.

Some of the young disciples on the field applauded.

However, some of the older disciples didn't say anything, and even laughed at these disciples in their hearts for not being knowledgeable.

In fact, the three swords that Song Feiyang just now seemed to be powerful and fast, but in fact they were just ordinary sword-style moves.

Zhang Ze had already jumped backwards.

The three sword lights swooped into the forest, startling countless birds.

Zhang Ze had already looked at Merlin behind him.

Seinfeld said, "Take out your sword." ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "The sword is in hand." ”

Seinfeld held the sword in his right hand and gently tried the sword with two fingers in his left hand.

The sword in his hand suddenly lit up.

The next moment, the sword moved forward.

Some of the disciples on the cliff side let out exclamations.

The sword light that Song Feiyang stabbed out suddenly turned into two, two into four, and turned into thirty-six sword lights.

The sword flew fast.

These thirty-six sword lights surrounded Zhang Zeji.

Sword intent Ling Ran.

Even the disciples on the cliffside could feel it very clearly.

Some disciples cheered and exclaimed.

Song Feiyang looked at Zhang Zeji in the sword light and said, "Since you let me use the sword, then I will definitely use the strongest trick to defeat you, this is Tianguang Thirty-six, I don't know how you can deal with it?"

Zhang Ze had already looked at the sword light that was constantly flying around him, and his expression gradually became solemn.

A disciple of the Vermilion Bird Hall said proudly: "Senior Brother Song is now at the peak realm of the black rope of the swordsman, and Zhang Ze is just a wasted person, how can he inherit the sword of Senior Brother?"

None of the disciples of Lingyun Hall were silent, thinking that it was better to admit defeat as soon as possible, so as not to continue to be embarrassed.

The next moment, the thirty-six sword lights suddenly stopped and hung in the air.

The corners of Seinfeld's mouth went up, and his two fingers formed a technique.

Then, thirty-six beams of strong light suddenly shot out from the thirty-six sword lights, converging on top to form a huge lightsaber.

The young disciple of the Vermilion Bird Hall on the cliffside did not hide the shock in his heart, his face was full of excitement, as if he had already expected the result in the next moment.

A row of stone chairs at the top of the cliff are all sitting on the teachers of each hall.

There were several highly respected trainees who nodded in approval.

Some of the disciples of Lingyun Hall breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sure enough, I lost people to Lingyun Palace, but it's better to end it quickly, so as not to be embarrassed again." ”

Zhang Ze had already looked at the huge lightsaber hanging above his head, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, just the black rope realm could do this, it was indeed very good.

At this time, the gentleman in charge suddenly interrupted the battle and said, "Lingyun Hall Zhang Ze is already going to give up the competition?"

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Zhang is sure to lose.

In fact, Mr. Principal also had good intentions, and he saw that Zhang Ze no longer had any special means to block this lightsaber.

Everyone must have thought he would give up.

In an inconspicuous place between the cliffs, there was a very ordinary figure, and said softly: "He will definitely not give up." ”

......

"I have no reason to give up, thank you for your concern. ”

......

The room was quieter, but after a few seconds it suddenly boiled again.

"Really, it's hard to overpower. ”

"If you didn't work hard before, will you make others look at you differently? ”

Among the female disciples of Jun Tiandian, sitting in the most central and conspicuous position must be that Miss Mo.

Miss Mo did not come to participate in the sword test, but accompanied her little maid.

In fact, since entering the hall, many eyes have been looking at this place from all over the temple.

The beautiful female disciples of Jun Tiandian are indeed eye-catching, but the most eye-catching must be Miss Mo.

Miss Mo was bored and said, "It's a real group of hooligans. He turned to the petite figure behind him and said, "What do you think of that idle thing?"

Xiao Ling looked at the light in the field and said, "It doesn't seem good. ”

Miss Mo said, "Then who do you think will win?"

Xiao Ling shook his head and said, "The result seems to be very clear, can't Miss see it?"

Miss Mo smiled faintly: "I think it will definitely be this idle thing to win." ”

Xiao Ling's eyes widened and said, "Why? ”

Miss Mo said: "It's because he hasn't used a trick yet." She looked at the light in the room and continued, "It's also because I believe in Senior Brother Su. ”

......

Seinfeld looked at the man surrounded by swords and said, "Aren't you going to give up?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "I said it before. ”

The corners of Seinfeld's mouth floated slightly upward, and then the fingers of the knotting technique fell downward.

The greatsword above also slowly fell.

Zhang Ze did not move.

The wind caresses the mountains and forests.

He looked at the scenery around him, and it was easy to think of the scene in the imaginary monument again.

He thought to himself that the Shura Field was such an ink chessboard, very similar to that Senluo Dongtian.

The greatsword was slowly approaching.

I can also clearly perceive the sword intent coming from there.

He still didn't move.

But the sword is still in hand.

It was shaking slightly.

At this time, a cold voice came from the sword: "This sword has my two souls, and it can help you cut everything." ”

The light grew brighter and brighter, stinging people's eyes.

I don't know how many moments, suddenly a very thin white light was drawn from the light.

It's hard to spot if you don't look closely.

The room gradually fell silent again.

Some disciples opened their mouths in surprise.

The ordinary figure of the Qingxiu Hall smiled: "Sure enough." ”

Miss Mo said to the maid behind her, "How?"

Xiao Ling felt even more incredible, and didn't know what to say.

Thirty-six sword lights gradually dimmed, until they finally turned into breath and dissipated into the air.

The huge lightsaber in the air shattered, turned into bright blocks of light, fell to the ground one by one, and finally sank into the ground.

The sword, still the rusty sword.

Seinfeld's face was a little pale. When his charged blow was easily broken by Zhang Ze, his mood was obviously impacted.

What's more, the finger he had just knotted could no longer be knotted.

The sea of swords in his body was a little turbulent.

He began to cough.

He still has the means, and the competition is not over.

He is a proud teenager, how can he easily bear setbacks? Not to mention that his opponent is just such an idle Zhang Zeji.

No matter who the opponent is, he will defeat him with the strongest moves, which is his temperament style.

But he felt that he had been defeated.

He looked at the sword in Zhang Zeji's hand and said, "This, what is it?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "This is Sword Four. ”

Seinfeld said flatly: "I give up." ”

Hearing this, everyone on the cliffside was shocked.

One of the top trainees on the cliff sighed, "It's a pity. ”

Another teacher said, "The more proud a teenager is, the more he needs to be tempered by setbacks. ”

......

Mr. Principal announced: "In the first test, Lingyun Hall Zhang has won. ”