Chapter 226, the buried genius

"Senior brother, what kind of person is this Chu Yuhong, is he amazing?"

Today is still the first performance, Zhang Xiaofan was uneasy in his heart, so he just followed Song Daren stupidly all the way to Yuqing Palace, and he couldn't give up.

Song Daren frowned, shook his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it before, I look at the list that it says that he is a disciple of Chaoyang Peak, but I don't know how to do it." Speaking of which, Song Daren glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, saw that he was very nervous, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, don't be nervous, don't worry, I was nervous for the first time I participated in the big test, just go to the ring." ”

Zhang Xiaofan said, "Yes." ”

At this time, Du Bishu, who was standing on the side, came over and smiled maliciously: "Hey, senior brothers, why don't we make a bet and see how the little junior brother wins or loses this time."

"Okay, okay, I'll bet on my junior brother to lose!"

"Me too!"

"I'm right, too, I'll double it!"

"Count me in."

Song Daren was furious and pointed at everyone: "What are you doing, the little junior brother competition is imminent, and you still can't beat him?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan was grateful and shouted, "Senior brother"

Song Daren: "Sixth." ”

Du Bishu stuck out his tongue: "Senior brother, I was joking just now, don't tell Master." ”

Song Daren: "No, you've hit it anyway, I'll press five shares of the bet you opened just now!" ”

Du Bishu, Zhang Xiaofan: ""

At this time, Tian Buyi and Su Ru came over, and all the disciples of Dazhu Peak greeted them, Tian Buyi looked at everyone and said, "Your performance was good yesterday, but today you entered the second round, and the rest are basically elite disciples of all veins." Be careful. ”

Everyone said in unison, "Yes." ”

Su Ru glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, walked over, and said, "Xiaofan, today is your first time competing, be careful, do you know?" ”

A burst of warmth passed through Zhang Xiaofan's heart. He said in a low voice: "Yes, Master." ”

Su Ru nodded, and wanted to say something, but suddenly she only heard the bell and the bell ringing, and the competition had officially begun. Tian Buyi glanced at Su Ru, nodded, and said, "You all know the place of the competition, and it was clearly written on the red list just now, after the competition starts later." Your sister and I will also come to the audience to watch you compete, but don't let us lose face. ”

Everyone responded together, Tian Buyi nodded, whispered with Su Ru, and walked away. Tian Ling'er, who came with them, looked around in a blink of an eye and walked towards Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly jumped.

Walking up, Tian Ling'er looked straight at Zhang Xiaofan. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, turned around and smiled at everyone: "You see how nervous Xiao Fan is." Sweat broke down on his forehead. ”

Everyone laughed, and Song Daren also smiled: "I also comforted the little junior brother just now, but it doesn't seem to be of much use, I still want you to go out of the horse, junior sister." ”

Tian Ling'er took a sip, turned her head to Zhang Xiaofan and said, "Xiaofan, I'll have to compete later." I can't go to cheer for you, you have to work hard yourself, and be careful! ”

Zhang Xiaofan looked at her beautiful face close at hand, and blew like an orchid. As if he smelled a faint fragrance, he couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, and nodded heavily, but somehow, he couldn't even speak.

The girl is precocious, Zhang Xiaofan can't hide things, Tian Ling'er can't see the mind of this nerd, she also smiled at Zhang Xiaofan with a red face, turned her head and went to the ring. In the little girl's heart, although it is not easy to say whether she really loves this junior brother, at least, Zhang Xiaofan is indeed a person who is very close to her.

…

At this point, all the brothers and sisters have returned to their respective positions, but only Tian Buyi stayed on Zhang Xiaofan's side - Su Ru went to take care of Tian Ling'er's competition today, but this fat man did not move a step, and stood straight under the farthest "shock" position.

At this time, most of the Qingyun disciples who came and went were discussing the results of yesterday's competition. The most eye-catching is naturally Lu Xueqi, who defeated the enemy with the divine sword, and other young masters in each vein have also become the targets of the disciples' pursuit of discussions, among which Qi Hao, who has the highest cultivation, has naturally attracted the attention of many people, but in addition to Qi Hao, there seems to be another master in Longshou Peak, and he is naturally Lin Jingyu who went up the mountain five years ago at a young age - legend has it that in yesterday's competition, Lin Jingyu was also sharp in his hand with the dragon slaying sword, but he defeated a senior brother of Chaoyang Peak in a few moves, which made people smack!

And mentioning Lin Jingyu naturally reminds people of Zhang Xiaofan, who started at the same time as him... Originally, Xiao Fan's reputation was not so thunderous, but when the lottery was drawn the day before yesterday, he had a bye, which naturally attracted the attention of many interested people. And when they saw Zhang Xiaofan, who always looked cowardly and weak, they would subconsciously compare him with the handsome Lin Jingyu... Ha, under this comparison, it is natural to make a judgment from a high level, and even many senior brothers and sisters have bluntly said that Uncle Tian is unlucky, so that Da Zhufeng is not only not prosperous now, but even the newly accepted apprentices are so bad...

These words were naturally listened to by Zhang Xiaofan, and the young man's fists gradually clenched! The cheeks, which were originally honest and honest, couldn't help but start to slowly turn red!

This is Zhang Xiaofan's character.

If you say he's useless, it's not like that... After all, even he himself is not optimistic that he can win. For Xiao Fan, he is stupid, this is a fact, there is no arguing, and there is no need to argue with others. However, if these words are placed on his master, on his senior brothers and friends, then it will not work! No matter what he looks like in the eyes of others on weekdays, in Zhang Xiaofan's heart, Tian Buyi will always be the best master, and no one can slander him!

His eyes turned red, and even the soul devouring in his arms, which had been refined by Mo Qianzhen, seemed to sense it, and he actually began to hum gently.

"You don't have to pay attention to what others say... Go ahead. ”

Zhang Xiaofan stepped by step and slowly walked to the side of the "shock" stage, but at this time, the familiar and unfamiliar voice of the master suddenly came to his ears. He hurriedly looked back, and saw Tian Buyi, who was dressed in a yellow robe, standing not far from him, although he didn't really look at him, but that concern. That warmth but really shrouded Xiaofan... He nodded, almost tearfully, before stepping back into the ring.

Here, it is the easternmost part of Yunhai Square, and at a glance, there are only a dozen Qingyun disciples, most of whom are also disciples of Chaoyang Peak. Compared with Lu Xueqi's dry platform in the central office, it is really different. There was only one chair in the audience, and a white-bearded old man sat there, presumably also an elder in the door.

In the Seven Veins Martial Arts Test, there are a total of eight rings, and under normal circumstances, each ring Qingyunmen will arrange at least one elder to sit in the town, otherwise the young disciples will be young and vigorous, and it will be difficult to control if they fight.

Zhang Xiaofan walked over and came to the white-bearded old man. Bent down and saluted, and said, "Uncle Shi, I am Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhufeng, and I am competing on the 'shock' platform today. ”

The white-bearded old man turned his head, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, and said nonchalantly: "Oh, you're here, you're about to start." You go on stage. ”

Zhang Xiaofan answered and glanced at the stage. Seeing that the stage was empty, it seemed that the Chaoyang Peak disciple named Chu Yuhong had not yet come. He hesitated, but finally obeyed the old man with the white beard and walked up the steps. At the same time, among the Chaoyang Peak disciples behind him, there were whispers. Apparently talking about him.

At this time, the morning sun had already risen, and the first rays of sunlight from Tongtian Peak quietly fell on him, with a little warmth. Zhang Xiaofan stood on the stage and looked at the eastern sky. There, a rising morning sun was slowly rising, red, the light was soft but not dazzling, reflecting the clouds in the distance.

Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly had a burst of emotion, five years ago, he was still a rural child who didn't understand the world, and he never dreamed that there would be a day when he stood on Tongtian Peak to watch the sunrise, no, it wasn't that he didn't dream, but he didn't know that there would be such a beautiful sunrise in this world.

In the blink of an eye, life is as slim as a white cloud.

His state of mind as a sixteen-year-old boy is like the sorrow of a sixty-year-old man at this moment.

He reached out and reached into his bosom and touched the cold burning stick.

Before this, Zhang Xiaofan had never really liked his magic weapon... Because in his impression, this thing is a great thing that sucks people's essence and blood after all, but today, the only time, he has never been so eager to hope that the magic weapon in his hand can obey his command and exert great power!

Because, there was a flame in his heart, and the more the fire burned, the more uncomfortable it became-even he didn't know why he had such thoughts, that ordinary peasant boy who was born in Caomiao Village was so eager to prove himself!

"Dang!" The crisp sound of the bell rang, waking Zhang Xiaofan up. When I turned my head, I saw that there were still more than a dozen Chaoyang Peak disciples in the audience, and the white-bearded old man was still sitting there drowsy, but on the opposite side of the stage, a man appeared at some point, about thirty years old, smiling at himself.

Zhang Xiaofan made a face, bowed, and said, "Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, ask Senior Brother Chu for advice." ”

Chu Yuhong smiled and said: "Don't dare, don't dare, there are talented people in the country, although Senior Brother Zhang is young, but before the big test, he still stands on the stage with a calm look, no anxious look, and no timidity, compared to me back then, it is much stronger, admire and admire." ”

"Don't dare! Senior brother praised it falsely! ”

Chu Yuhong smiled but didn't answer, looking at him as if he was a bamboo in his chest, he saw his right hand shake, and with a "bang", a fairy sword that emitted a faint yellow light was sacrificed.

"The name of the sword is 'Shaoyang', Senior Brother Zhang, please."

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and saw that the yellow light on the sword was pure and gentle, and he felt refreshed from a distance, and it didn't seem to be extraordinary. Although he had already made up his mind, his face was still a little hot, but he finally reached into his arms, grabbed the burning stick, and took it out.

All the people in the audience, Chu Yuhong and more than a dozen disciples of Chaoyang Peak in the audience, their eyes fell on the black burning stick.

Silent for a while.

"Hahahaha" I don't know who was the first to laugh, breaking the silence, anyway, after a while, the audience burst into laughter, mixed with I don't know who is strange and said hard: "That, what is that?" ”

"I said a long time ago, the people in Dazhufeng are all weird, don't say it, yesterday that thin man became a laughing stock with a magic weapon with dice, I didn't expect that today, today there are still people who use burning sticks, really, really laughing at me! Hahaha"

At this moment, even Chu Yuhong on the stage couldn't bear it. After laughing a few times, he struggled to hold back and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, this is, hehe, it's yours, hehe, I'm sorry." I can't control it, ah, is this your magic weapon? ”

Zhang Xiaofan laughed as he listened to the people around him, his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word. He also knew that using this burning stick was too ugly and would make people laugh, but he took it out anyway, for nothing else, because it was the only way to prove himself.

They laughed. Laughing loudly, just like the brothers before leaving, as if they were treating him as a clown. But at this moment, Zhang Xiaofan calmed down.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The cold feeling seemed to cry out from the depths of his body, slowly wandering through his body.

What is the loneliest time when a person feels?

Is it alone in the face of the indifference of the whole world, is it alone in the face of all the shame?

A person's blood. Is it icy or boiling?

He looked up and looked ahead.

Then. The sun was shining on his face, and no one could see his expression.

The Shaoyang Immortal Sword in Chu Yuhong's hand, in the laughter and cheers of the audience, burst out with a brilliance that was almost as bright as the rising sun at this moment, brilliant and awe-inspiring. With his trick introduced. With a broken drink, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword was like brilliant sunlight, and it pressed over in a dignified manner.

A breath of heat came to his face, but Zhang Xiaofan's heart was as cold as ice. I don't know why. Looking at the light in front of him, at that moment, he suddenly remembered the morning a long time ago: he and Lin Jingyu spent a thrilling night in the wild, and when he returned to Caomiao Village, he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and on that morning, all his happiness was lost, and he even felt that he was buried in that sea of blood, struggling desperately, delusional to find his relatives but could not do anything after all, and it hurt in his heart.

The next moment, he was engulfed in the sun's brilliant light.

There was a cheer from the audience, and the disciples of Chaoyang Peak were all overjoyed, only an exclamation mixed with their laughter seemed so harsh.

Zeng Shushu, who suddenly appeared, ignored the dozen hostile eyes next to him, sighed loudly, and felt sorry for this new friend, but unfortunately he couldn't help according to the rules of the big test, otherwise he would probably rush to the stage when he saw his righteous indignation.

The white-haired elder who had been sitting on the side couldn't care about Zeng Shushu in the audience, he suddenly got up and stared at every move in the ring in disbelief - his slightly trembling lips showed the old man's horror at the moment, he kept whispering in an old voice, but it seemed to be enchanted...

"Impossible... Impossible..."

…

On the stage, the brilliant golden light and the rising sun in the sky complement each other, brilliant and dazzling, Chu Yuhong felt proud in his heart, at this moment even he felt that his cultivation had reached an unattainable peak, and he, after defeating the opponent in front of him, who was not looking at it and not beating it, would definitely march forward, even if it was the final victory! After all, after today, it just needs to win four more games.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword shone even brighter, seeing the young man in front of him wrinkle his face in pain in the blazing light, and even bit his lip.

Suddenly, at this very moment, his heart pounded, as if someone had smashed him with a hammer in his body. At this time when everyone couldn't see Zhang Xiaofan clearly, Chu Yuhong, the person standing opposite Zhang Xiaofan, clearly saw him raise his head and open his eyes through the brilliant light of his Shaoyang Immortal Sword.

Those blood-red eyes full of unwillingness!

An invisible and unknown coldness quickly expanded, Chu Yuhong saw that the black burning stick seemed to come to life at this moment, and the magic circle engraved on the top bead hummed desperately, wrapping a fragile but tangible wisp of clear qi around Zhang Xiaofan's body, slowly, that wisp of clear qi began to expand, and the surge that remained between the blood vessels brought a faintly audible rhythm ringing in everyone's ears... It's a pity that the golden light on Chu Yuhong's immortal sword temporarily covered all this, making it impossible for the audience to see it really.

Puff, puff.

The heartbeat-like sound grew louder and more powerful, and it began to become impossible to ignore. And Tian Buyi, who was standing under the stage, clenched his fists at some point, his eyes gradually burst into an astonishing bright color, and he looked straight at the stage and looked at the center where the golden light shone the most.

Poof, poof!

That majestic and powerful voice seemed to be Zhang Xiaofan's breathing at the moment. And the wisp of fresh air that originally wrapped around his body was finally inspired, like a dragon that had been dormant in the dirt for a long time, roaring wantonly in the ring, venting his power that was underestimated by everyone!

At this moment, Chu Yuhong, who was originally in control, finally changed color! In the golden sword qi he emitted, the gloomy and crazy clear qi was finally unstoppable!

It just poked its claws out at random. He tore all the tricks he had arranged before to shreds, and it approached him step by step, like a barrier, but he was powerless...

Chu Yuhong was extremely frightened, but before he could react, the cold aura was already hidden under the light of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword and entangled him, and he almost immediately felt a whirlwind of the heavens, and he couldn't even hold the magic weapon that had already been refined in his hand.

And at this time. Even the disciples of Chaoyang Peak in the audience realized that something was wrong, the little ghost obviously didn't move a single step, and the burning stick in his hand didn't emit any beautiful light... But relying on that understatement, ordinary light and clear light, he actually forced Chu Yuhong into an absolutely unfavorable death!

This... It's incredible!

At this moment, all of a sudden, everyone could only hear Chu Yuhong roaring on the stage, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword rose to the sky, and the light immediately dissipated. Zhang Xiaofan's figure appeared. And Chu Yuhong seemed to be seriously injured and retreated again and again. A moment later, in the surprised eyes of everyone, blood gushed out from all seven orifices on his face at the same time, and he trembled and stretched out his right hand to point at Zhang Xiaofan, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything anyway.

A moment later. I saw that his body shook a few times, fell to the ground with a bang, fainted, and did not wake up.

On and off the stage, there was silence. Everyone looked at each other, speechless in astonishment.

Yes, who would have thought that Chu Yuhong, who had cultivated to an extraordinary level in Chaoyang Peak, would lose in the hands of such a little hairy boy who had just entered the sect for five years and had not dried up. Especially this little ghost, until just now, he was obviously stupid and stupid, and he didn't do anything...

This change is too great, and how can the onlookers accept it?

They don't understand, they don't understand, why it was Zhang Xiaofan who won in the end...

However, for those who understand the key points, what is in front of them is even more surprising!

In fact, even Tian Buyi, who was very optimistic about Zhang Xiaofan in advance, was shocked... Originally, in his eyes, the most outstanding person among the Qingyun juniors in this class was Xiao Yicai of Changmen or Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak, but a few days ago, on Dazhu Peak, after Lin Jingyu pulled out the dragon sword with the Ghost Slaying God, he once thought that the most outstanding person would be this little ghost who had not long been under the Cangsong Sect.

But today's battle made his judgment shaken again.

Taoguang to raise obscurity, thick accumulation and thin hair!

Zhang Xiaofan, a child who has always been "not so smart", almost interpreted these ten words to the extreme!

In terms of cultivation, he can't compare to Qi Hao and Xiao Yicai - they have already stood at the peak of Yuqing, far surpassing their peers; Speaking of understanding, he is not Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi's opponents - they are young, but they have already begun to practice the Qingyun Four Uniques, but Zhang Xiaofan is the most alternative genius!

He doesn't have nirvana, he doesn't have stunts... But this silly boy has a solid foundation that far surpasses anyone else!

The Taiji Xuanqing Dao that has been passed down from generation to generation in Qingyunmen is in his hands, although it is a little less elegant and agile, but it is to bring the calmness of immobility like a mountain to the extreme. Every move is like Mount Tai falling, unstoppable.

In the battle between him and Chu Yuhong, of course, ordinary disciples couldn't see anything unusual, but whether it was Tian Buyi or the white-haired elder who was still standing on the sidelines and stunned now, it was clear in his heart - the mellowness of the true yuan in this child's body, even if it was compared to an ordinary person in the Shangqing Dynasty, it was exactly the same!

… No, not even more!

As soon as he thought of this, the white-haired elder couldn't help but look back in Tian Buyi's direction... This kid turned out to be the deepest buried genius above this martial arts!

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No one saw that no matter how far away from the "Zhen" platform, Mo Qianqian smiled so happily. (To be continued......)