Sitting on the chair of the deputy hall master, taking a sip of spiritual tea, a cup of spiritual wine, and some melon and fruit snacks, Nie Wushuang was extremely comfortable.

On the Zongbi stage, the two of them have already gone up at this time, but they are both first-order cultivation, it seems that this sect is a big competition, and the really powerful characters will not be on the stage so soon, after all, no one is stupid, the spiritual veins of the foundation building realm are so wide, and the aura that can be stored is so much, if you come to the stage early, the aura will be consumed too much, and in the face of the challenge of thousands of disciples of the same realm, I am afraid that no one will be sure that they can carry it to the end.

The two people on the fighting platform can fight back and forth, one on both sides uses a knife, the other uses a sword, the one who uses the knife is the disciple of the first order of Qiliantang's foundation, and the disciple of the first order of Mohaitang's foundation building is the matter of using the sword, as for the name, Nie Wushuang didn't remember any of them, watching the two of them fight is very lively, but I feel that going up at this time is probably purely to show his face, after all, there is only one sect than the fighting platform, and at this time I go up to show my face, so that people can remember.

"You pay attention to the knife, although this person's knife skills are average, but the technique is very skilled, what you lack now is this kind of combat experience, just learn more, if you play later, you can also see some experience. The little fat man's voice floated in.

Nie Wushuang nodded, and only then did he pay serious attention to the things on the platform.

As the little fat man said, the big knife of the man with the knife seemed to be glued together with his arm, and the knife moved at will, which made Nie Wushuang feel a little that his knife seemed to be a killing move, but the knife could become a false move, making the opponent unable to guess.

"With so many false tricks and a huge amount of spiritual energy, I'm afraid it won't last long, right?" Nie Wushuang communicated with the little fat man.

The little fat man said with a smile: "No, the reason why the false move is a false move is because it is purely a sword and has no killing opportunity, but this person has a lot of experience in battle, and he hides the false move in the false move quite well, so it seems that the move is solid, in fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that every time he spits out the spiritual energy in the hand of the knife, he will retract it, and so on, the purpose is to preserve his strength and disturb the opponent with the false move; ”

Nie Wushuang suddenly said, "You should be very powerful, right? According to your own description, how can you study the first-order competition of foundation building so carefully?"

The little fat man said: "Don't look down on any battle, especially for you now, every battle on this stage is an opportunity for you to learn; In any battle, you should not take it lightly at any time, and you must show the strength of the lion to fight the rabbit so that you can survive every battle. Although his voice in the sea of Nie Wushuang's consciousness was immature, the words he said were deafening.

Nie Wushuang listened to the little fat man's words and fell into deep thought.

Between the two of them communicating, Nie Wushuang only saw the sword light and sword shadow on the fighting platform, and after a while, the man who made the knife suddenly vomited violently, the sword light was shining, and the sword shadow was sufficient, only to hear a bang, so that the man with the sword was cut in the shoulder in mid-air, and one arm was cut out of the body, and the blood was suddenly sprayed down.

Nie Wushuang frowned when he saw it, and said to himself: "Between the same sects, why do you need to be so ruthless? This cultivation journey, there is not enough strength, even if it is a battle within the sect, it is also full of dangers." ”

Sun Feihu heard Nie Wushuang's words and said: "This is quite light, the sect fights, cruel and abnormal, in order to end the battle as soon as possible, the people who come to power often use all their means to fight for their lives, and if they don't pay attention to it, their lives will be lost." ”

Nie Wushuang stuck out his tongue and said in his heart: "For the sake of the spirit stone, these fellow disciples are really open-minded, and they don't want their lives." ”

The sword man on the fighting platform who had his arm cut off was stunned, and he only heard the black-clothed deacon of the sect say loudly: "Zhao Xinghai, a first-order disciple of Qiliantang's foundation building, wins. If you continue to accept the challenge, will you challenge the other disciples of Kaiyemen, or will you wait for the other disciples to come to the stage to challenge you?"

After seeing that Zhao Xinhai was slightly stunned, he suddenly turned his long knife horizontally, pointed directly at Nie Wushuang, and said: "Zhao Xinghai in the Lower Qilian Hall, he will challenge the deputy hall master of the Cedar Hall, Nie Wushuang, and ask the deputy hall master Nie to come to the stage to fight." ”

Nie Wushuang's eyes narrowed, he slowly got up, looked at Zhao Xinhai on the Zongbi stage, and asked, "You want to challenge me?"

The black-clothed sect deacon said loudly: "Zhao Xinghai, a first-order disciple of Qilian Hall's foundation building, challenges Nie Wushuang, the first-order deputy hall master of Cedar Hall's foundation, please ask Nie deputy hall master to decide whether to come to the stage to fight, if Nie deputy hall master wins the battle, he can get Zhao Xinghai's two-year sect reward." ”

"Please make a decision, Vice Hall Master Nie!" the black-clothed deacon of the sect shouted loudly.

Nie Wushuang's eyes widened, he took out the Demon Knife from the storage bag, put the long knife in his hand horizontally, looked at the Zongbi stage, and said with a loud smile: "If you want to challenge me, challenge me?" Nie Wushuang did not accept the challenge!" When the words fell, Nie Wushuang threw the Demon Knife in his hand into the storage bag, and sat back on the chair, still drinking tea and eating wine.

"Huh?" "Hahaha!" "Haha, don't accept the challenge?" "This piece of fat has been staring at me for several days. "Yes, since I know that the Cedar Hall has a first-order sub-hall master, that beauty in my heart!" "How can I not accept the challenge?" "This guy is not afraid of losing face?" There was a burst of laughter in the square, saying everything, and at this time, the disciples of the Cedar Hall who were behind Nie Wushuang suddenly lowered their heads, and everyone suddenly felt that they really couldn't afford to lose this person.

"You said that the opponent is too strong, it's okay if you don't accept the challenge, just such a little disciple of the first order of foundation building, you don't dare to go up?" "Nie Wushuang, why don't you just change your name to Nie Turtle." "Cedar Hall will be renamed Turtle Hall. "Haha, Cedar Hall's face is really lost to grandma's house. ”

Sun Feihu was originally standing very close to Nie Wushuang, but at this time he hurriedly hid his face and leaned to the side.

Fu Xuesong sat on the viewing platform, his face twitched, and he scolded secretly: "This stinky boy, if you don't go on stage, you won't go on stage, why are you talking so loudly?

The disdain and ridicule in the square spread to the phalanx of the Cedar Hall, and countless disciples stood up from the lawn, all of them looking eager to try, and almost all of them were considering whether to go up and earn this breath back.

At this moment, someone in the Yurun Hall shouted: "Since the Cedar Hall is going to be renamed the Turtle Hall, then I will fight this for you." As he spoke, a figure floated forward, and at the small gate of the Zongbi Terrace, he arched his hand towards the deacon of the sect on the viewing platform and said, "Liu Dong, a first-order disciple of Yurun Hall's foundation building, will teach Your Excellency the sword technique. ”

Zhao Xinghai laughed and said: "Since Nie Vice Hall mainly makes this shrunken turtle, then it doesn't hurt for us to play, please." ”

The black-clothed deacon shouted: "In the second scene, Zhao Xinghai, a first-order disciple of Qilian Hall's foundation, will be guarded, and Liu Dong, a first-order disciple of Yurun Hall's foundation, will attack, two of you, please." ”

Nie Wushuang was disdainful in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "The deputy hall master, this piece of fat, you and other scum think that I will give it so easily? There are so many spirit stones this year, I still need to go on stage and work hard with you? Is it funny?"