"The name of this sword is Zhuohua. Lian Zhong bowed his head to try the sword and said: "When I was eight years old, I went to the back mountain, and I got it in the sword pool, and I rarely came out of the sheath for decades, because it was too sharp, so I had to hide it." ”

Ma San also looked at the sword in his hand and said lightly: "The best sword is the most competent." This is a sword I picked up in an old forest, I don't know its name, but it suits me perfectly. This sword has no name, and I have not thought of naming my sword. ”

Lian Zhong looked at him strangely and said, "The swordsman cherishes the sword as his life, no matter what kind of sword it is, it has its own name. ”

Ma San nodded and said, "Yes, since the sword is nameless, then it is called the nameless sword." ”

"Nameless sword again?" Lian Zhong asked.

Ma San looked at someone outside the chessboard and said, "Nameless is a sword, and it already has an owner. ”

Zhang Ze was already talking to Zhu Ziheng and seemed very happy.

Ma San thought to himself, aren't you bothering to compete with the disciples of the same hall? Now the conversation is very happy.

Laughter came from there.

Looking at the two people who had stopped the competition, a disciple on the cliff side said impatiently: "It's not a comparison, are you here to compete or to chat? If the chat can decide the winner, it's better to find a tavern to chat." ”

Zhang Ze has asked, "Have you ever been to the tavern under the mountain?"

Zhu Ziheng shook his head and said: "I always feel that there is a lot of wine in there, and there are many wicked people, and I have never been there." ”

Zhang Ze already smiled and said, "If you have time to go with me at night, and the little girl from Jun Tiandian promised to take her to eat hot pot." ”

Zhu Ziheng thought about it, shook his head, and said, "It's so spicy." ”

The two on the chessboard finally moved again.

The sword light flew.

Zhuohua is nameless.

Two very different swords.

The competition was really intense.

A disciple who was very interested in watching the competition guessed: "It must be Lian Zhong who won." ”

Another disciple asked, "Why?"

The disciple said confidently, "That Ma San's moves have been exhausted, and there are always so many moves to turn danger into disaster, how can you win?"

The disciple smiled and said, "I think Lian Zhong's swordsmanship is so gorgeous, but there are some cumbersome tricks, I think it will definitely be Ma Sanying." ”

"Why are you so sure?" said the disciple, with some dissatisfaction.

The disciple said, "Then why are you sure that Lian Zhong will win?"

The disciple exclaimed, "Because he is my eldest cousin!"

The disciple was stunned, then chose silence and got up to change seats.

......

The sword is still the same, and even the tricks are not slow and stagnant, but even more sharp.

Zhang Ze had already watched the battle on the field, and he didn't know what to say.

Zhu Ziheng said: "His sword is too gorgeous. ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "He looks ordinary, but he is definitely not an ordinary person, and the same is true of his sword." ”

That's just an ordinary sword that can't be more ordinary.

The field suddenly lit up, and Lian Zhong's sword momentum flew towards Ma San like countless meteorites outside the sky at this moment.

The red-hot air began to spill out a trace of moisture.

Ma San watched the offensive quietly and did not move.

But the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

It's not because I'm nervous that I'm afraid I won't be able to take on this offensive.

There was no superfluous expression on the ordinary face of the young man, he only believed in him, and the sword.

The previous disciple seemed to have seen the ending, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the eldest cousin won." ”

Under that bright attack, Ma San suddenly drew a sword.

A very simple sword, there is no light, and there is nothing earth-shattering, only the sword intent that is cold.

Swords intersect with swords, there are losses and wins.

I don't know how long it took to finally calm down on the chessboard.

There were seven more cuts on Ma San's shirt, which looked very tattered.

Lian Zhong looked at him, and the expression on his face became no longer excited, but slightly distorted and unnatural.

The cliff side also fell silent, waiting for the announcement of the results of the competition.

Yi Wangsun was eating steamed buns, and he didn't mean to say anything at all.

Lian Zhong's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why?"

Ma San felt the sword intent remaining in the air of the chessboard, the sword intent like a flying meteorite, and said, "Your sword is too gorgeous, but the extreme is not real." ”

Lian Zhong chuckled and said, "Although you are very strong, I never thought that I would lose. ”

In fact, he was defeated.

He couldn't believe it.

Fighting was what he craved the most.

Ma San looked at him.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe, I'm not enough, I've failed." ”

After decades of practice, his natural state of mind is very calm, and although he has failed, he can still quickly get out of this emotion of failure.

He looked very serious and said, "Next time, I will definitely defeat you!"

Ma San nodded and said, "Wait for you." ”

Yi Wangsun finished eating the buns in his hand and announced the results of the competition.

Unexpectedly, a sword flew from the smooth surface and landed in front of Ma San.

The sword is not an ordinary sword, and it is called Cangtai.

It is also one of the five swords.

The man on the sword can be imagined.

Xian Tianshou looked at Ma San, there was no trace of emotion on his face, which made people feel strict, and even a little mean.

"I have eight personal disciples, counting you as nine, are you willing?"

Ma San bowed and said: "The disciple is willing to accept." ”

"Very good," Xian Tianshou put his palm on Ma San's head and said: "In this way, you have to work harder, the matter of cultivation is actually a personal achievement, if you are cheating and not practicing well, then don't blame me for expelling you." ”

Ma San said: "The disciple must remember the teacher's teachings. ”

......

The last test of the third round of the Gushan Sword Test.

Zhang Ze has already fought against Zhu Ziheng.

Both of them are disciples of Lingyun Palace, although Zhang Ze has not yet started, he is Su Ye's sword boy, and of course he belongs to Lingyun Palace.

Before Yi Wangsun announced the start of the competition, Ma San asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Zhang Ze had already given him a strange smile.

Some of the cliffside disciples were disdainful, some were expecting surprises, and some were even ready to snort.

For the competition of disciples in the same hall, it is naturally not as fierce as before, but because of the friendship of the same sect.

For some, it's a contest without suspense.

Maybe the idler's good luck will be exhausted in this competition.

And some people are just to satisfy the needs of this last curiosity, who will be accepted as a disciple by Ambassador Lingyun?

Yi Shi looked at the figure below that he was usually very disgusted with, and he was still a little surprised that he could come so far.

"If it's really not luck, Senior Brother Zuo's vision is indeed good. ”

When Zuo Shi heard this, he felt even more unwilling in his heart, but he had no choice but to sigh and shake his head at the figure.

From the beginning, Zhang Ze has been able to go to the present, which is something that no one has thought of at all.

Because he's just an idler.

Who will win next?

Soon there was an answer.

Zhu Ziheng said to Yi Wangsun: "I give up the competition. ”

Yi Wang Sun announced: "Zhang Ze has won. ”

Everyone, including the disciples and the cultivators, were stunned.

It's over before it even starts?