Soon two more matches were completed.

There are wins and losses, joys and frustrations.

Perhaps many disciples felt that the first two competitions were too boring, so they buried their heads deep in the sky and took a nap, or talked about some boring things with the people around them.

The principal gentleman then recited: "In the sixth test, the three horses of the Qingxiu Hall will fight against Yang Yi of the Lingyun Palace. ”

A lot of people are still bored, and even when they hear these two names, they are still indifferent.

These two names are too common to be of much interest to the imagination.

Zhang Ze had already opened his eyes.

Yang Yi may just be an ordinary disciple, and Ma San is also an ordinary disciple who can no longer be an ordinary disciple.

But Ma San he knew.

Two figures entered at the same time.

Ma San said: "Please take out the sword." ”

The disciple named Yang Yi couldn't see any expression on his face, and said with his sword: "Please." ”

The sword light began to flicker and stagger.

The competition began.

Looking at the sword shadow below, someone shook his head and was about to doze off.

Someone said: "It's all very ordinary and ordinary tricks, it's really boring, and I don't know when it will end if it goes on like this." ”

One move, ten moves, dozens of moves, and when it came to a hundred moves, the two of them did not distinguish the winner or loser, and there was not even a trace of flaw in the sword path of both sides.

The sword is flowing.

Two swords, but just as calm, just as ordinary.

I don't know how long.

The two people on the ink chessboard are still fighting.

There is no wind, and there are no clouds.

A few ink-colored deer came out of the inky forest, stopped outside the forest, and also silently watched the competition.

Next moment and next moment.

The disciples who were bored and wanted to bow their heads and fall asleep finally fell asleep.

Someone complained.

Others whispered something unrelated to the competition.

Zhang Ze was already watching seriously.

Until a certain moment, the wind suddenly rose in the forest.

So the forest moved, the clouds moved, and the birds frightened.

Ordinary sword, ordinary figure.

But suddenly something is different.

The sword light grew brighter and brighter.

It's a little glaring.

The sword in Yang Yi's hand stabbed straight away.

I don't know how much power the sword carried, so the air that was slashed by the sword began to burn.

The air evaporates and solidifies.

A very thick layer of mist rose around the two of them, covering them inside, and they were nowhere to be seen.

The disciples on the cliff leaned left and right, but they couldn't see the two people in the fog clearly.

Even the sword light was buried in the fog and disappeared.

All I could hear was the sound of swords colliding with each other.

After a long time, countless sword lights suddenly overflowed from the clouds and slashed through the mist, and the fog gradually dispersed.

The figure settled, and both of them stood still, with tiny droplets of water between their foreheads and eyebrows.

Yang Yi still couldn't see any waves on his face, he was so plain when he played, and he still did it now.

Half of the sword has been submerged in the earth.

Ma San looked at him and said, "Your move is really good. ”

Yang Yi didn't say anything, didn't get frustrated, and didn't make any waves.

But the sword went into the ground.

And Ma San's sword is still in his hand.

Defeat is defeat, there is nothing to say.

Yang Yi picked up the sword on the ground, silently walked out of the chessboard and returned to the cliff.

Ma San looked at the figure that belonged to him, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, the principal gentleman announced: "In the sixth test, the Qingxiu Hall horse won three victories. ”

Some of the disciples who had been sleeping suddenly woke up and said in astonishment, "When did it end? Who won?"

Just as Ma San was about to leave the field, two sword lights suddenly fell from above the cliff.

He is the Autumn Master of the Lingyun Hall and a cultivator of the Green Cultivation Palace.

Qiu Shi looked at the Xi Shi and said with a slightly dissatisfied expression: "Senior brother also wants to rob me?"

The cultivator said, "Ma San is a disciple of my Qingxiu Palace, and he should be under my sword. ”

Master Qiu smiled and said, "Is it your disciple of the Qingxiu Hall who is going to be accepted under your sword?

The practitioner said, "Senior brother is older, and his qualifications are naturally higher than mine, shouldn't Senior Brother give me this Ma San?"

Master Qiu said: "Senior brother, since I have high qualifications, why do you want to rob me?" Listen to my senior brother's words, let Ma San inherit under my sword, there are still many disciples behind, if you like it, senior brother, I will help you fight for it." ”

The cultivator snorted coldly and said, "Today, Ma San is going to be decided. ”

Master Qiu said: "Senior brother is not afraid of being slapped in the face after a while?"

The practitioner said, "I think it's you, senior brother. ”

Qiu Shi said: "Preconceived, it was obvious that I fell on the field first. ”

The trainee spread his hands and said, "What does this mean?"

......

Yi Shi looked at the two arguing below and felt a little funny.

Zuo Shi said: "I didn't expect Senior Brother Qiu to be serious on weekdays, and he would fight like a child. ”

Master Yi said: "Inheriting a teacher is a strict thing, the disciple's talent, conduct, and understanding of the sword are all very important, maybe the senior brother will bite if he values something about Ma San's body." ”

The argument continues.

Mr. in charge came out and explained: "Don't fight between the two of you, of course, this kind of thing depends on what Ma San thinks." ”

The dispute is over.

Qiu Shi looked at Ma San and said, "Are you willing to inherit the sword and enter the Lingyun Hall to practice?"

The teacher said, "Don't be concerned and hesitate because it hurts some people's face, the teacher will help you." ”

Qiu Shi looked at him and said, "Senior brother, when did your face become so thin?" Where did the word "teacher" come from?"

The trainee ignored him and said, "Tell me your choice." ”

Ma San looked at the clouds above the chessboard, and sighed for a long time: "The two teachers value it, the disciple is just a very ordinary and ordinary disciple, and I haven't thought of inheriting a teacher here." ”

The two were stunned, obviously this answer was surprising.

Qiu Shi's face suddenly deteriorated, and he said, "Do you think I'm not qualified enough to teach you?"

Ma San shook his head and said, "Not really." ”

The cultivator's attitude suddenly became much gentler, and he said, "You still think about it clearly, inheriting the sword is a big matter, and you will definitely be taught carefully when you enter my door." Don't be afraid, although this cultivator is fierce, since I intend to take you as an apprentice, he will not do anything to you. ”

Qiu Shi looked at the Xi Shi and sighed, "Time can really make a person become brazen. ”

Ma San looked at the two of them calmly and said, "There are not enough disciples. ”

Qiu Shi shouted: "It's ridiculous, where can you go to find such a good teacher as me if you miss it?"

The cultivator looked at Qiu Shi with strange eyes and said, "Senior brother's cheekiness is not much worse than mine. ”

Ma San looked at the glossy surface above the chessboard, the incomparably clear points of light on the glossy surface, and said, "I want to go to the end." ”

......

The two sword lights returned to the edge of the cliff.

Zuo Shi said to Qiu Shi, who was full of displeasure, "How much does Senior Brother like this Ma San?"

Qiu Shi said: "It seems that he wants to go further, it's a pity." ”

Zuo Shi sighed: "If you want to make it to the last five, wouldn't it be so easy?"

......

One competition passed, and another competition was connected.

Wins and losses are played out one after another.

To bear the sword or not to bear the sword.

Sword, still sword.

Zhang Ze has been asleep for a long time.

Until the principal gentleman announced: "In the thirteenth test, Lu Maomao of Lingyun Hall fought against Zhu Xiaozhu of Qingluan Palace. ”

is not unfamiliar with these two names, so Zhang Ze has naturally woken up.

Lingyun Hall first in the preliminary assessment, Lu Maomao.

and the name that Ma San once mentioned, Zhu Xiaozhu.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the very ordinary figure of the Qingxiu Palace.

Ma San really paid attention to the upcoming competition.