At this moment, silence filled the entire Baiyu Square in an instant, and the audience looked at the young people in the field with stunned faces, their eyes were full of disbelief, they never thought that this battle with a narrow road would end in such a funny way......

Feeling the countless glances from the audience, Bai Zetong was embarrassed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What the hell I don't have any money!

Is it really good to say such shabby lines at the moment of life and death!

Pay attention to the style of painting, you bastard!

"Ahem," Jiang Ziqi explained without blushing and heartbeat, "This is a variety of applications of CrapStunner. ”

Indeed, Zhou Guangyi's emotional peak had already reached the peak, and if it weren't for this, his Flame Slash would not have burst out with excessive power. But Jiang Ziqi's unthinking words delayed Zhou Guangyi's thinking, which caused him to have a situation of spell backlash.

An elder descended from the sky, and then fell into the middle of the field, glanced at Jiang Ziqi with strange eyes, and then announced loudly: "Winner, Jiang Ziqi." ”

"Shh

Sure enough, as soon as the voice of the Elder Chuangong fell, a series of boos sounded around him, which made the elder cry and laugh, so he could only shake his head helplessly. Then he called a few deacons and carried out Zhou Guangyi, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move.

Jiang Ziqi was also a little embarrassed, so he had to laugh dryly, arched his hand at the elder, and then withdrew from the ring and returned to the area where the disciples of Xuanyun Peak were located.

And when Jiang Ziqi returned, he found that Wang Shan's gaze at him was a little strange: "Senior brother, I remember, you bumped into a chance before, how could you ......?"

How could you be so poor?

Wang Shan really couldn't say the words later, as a dignified disciple, he couldn't even get a high-level magic weapon, he could only rely on his bare hands to fight the enemy, and he still had that ragged appearance.

What a shame......

On the high platform, all the high-level leaders of the Taixuan Holy Sect also felt the same way at this time.

As Fan Xuefeng, who was the oldest and closest to the transcendent realm, the only thing he could do at this time was to lower his head, so as not to let people see his expression.

This kid, it's a shame!

......

The day passed in the noise and fierce battle, the first day of the competition has ended, every disciple who entered the room has come to the stage to compete, on the whole, there are mutual victories and defeats, but there are not many unpleasant incidents.

Apart from......

Xuanyun Peak, small bamboo residence.

At this time, it was getting late, and the dull atmosphere seemed to blend into the night sky, enveloping the entire small bamboo house.

Fan Xuefeng's face was gloomy, and his eyes stared sharply at Jiang Ziqi.

Jiang Ziqi lowered his head and didn't dare to speak at all, for fear of touching Fan Xuefeng's moldy head.

"You deserve it!" Bai Zetong said angrily.

"I really underestimated you before, I didn't expect your body refining method to be so superb, and you can win with your fingers to win the magic weapon long sword. Fan Xuefeng said quietly, and everyone could hear the meaning of these words.

"This, in fact, the disciple didn't think of it, but he was in a hurry......"

"I'm in a hurry for your uncle!" Fan Xuefeng slapped the table and glared at Jiang Ziqi with both eyes: "Where did the reward of the Ancient Danfang go?" The sect gives you one million spirit stones every month, and you can't even afford a decent magic weapon?"

Jiang Ziqi was in a trance, and Fan Xuefeng in front of him was a bit like a father who was furious because his child spent his pocket money indiscriminately, which made him very unaccustomed to it.

Wang Shan, who has always played the role of a thin mud, did not speak, and he also wanted to know the answer to Fan Xuefeng's question.

"Master, forgive me!"

Jiang Ziqi made a gesture and said in a deep voice: "Taidao Chiyang has a fate with me, when I fight side by side with it, I will think that Taidao is a part of the extension of my body, if it is other magic weapons, there is no such feeling at all, and forcibly using it will only reduce my combat power in vain." ”

This is not all nonsense, an old guy like Fan Xuefeng knows very well that some talented sword-wielding geniuses, swordsmen and the like, they all believe in the saying "the sword is mine".

For example, the Kunlun Sword Palace, the head of the top ten heads in the world, almost all the disciples in the sect are sword maniacs of this type.

Jiang Ziqi's words were not an excuse, but a guide, telling Fan Xuefeng that he had a high talent in cold weapons such as swords, but he was only unable to cultivate spiritual power before, and he didn't get real guidance, so he naturally couldn't show it. But after experiencing the cliff jumping, he became a qi refiner, and he got the Chiyang Taidao, and his qualifications naturally came into play, so he had his current achievements.

Fan Xuefeng is Jiang Ziqi's master and the peak master of Xuanyun Peak, he knows Jiang Ziqi's background very well, if it weren't for the favor of the eldest lady and the ghost mother-in-law, where would he take him as a disciple, so after Jiang Ziqi got started, he basically ignored it. That is, people got the opportunity and won Zhou Guangyi, so they personally gave some advice, and now that I think about it, I can't help but feel a little ashamed.

"I didn't expect that I could produce a kendo genius in Taixuanshan!" Fan Xuefeng seemed to recall the past, stroked his beard, and sighed lightly: "Since you are so insistent, I won't force you anymore, you can do it yourself." ”

"The disciple will definitely go all out tomorrow and live up to Master's hopes. ”

He nodded, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Jiang Ziqi gave a salute, quietly retreated, and walked out of the small bamboo house.

"Damn, when I got to this point, don't give me a magic weapon to be around, stingy!" Back in the cave, Jiang Ziqi said stupidly.

The sea flame in the cave house cooperated very well to increase the fire, making a "puffy" sound.

"Come on," Bai Zetong couldn't help but come out: "Are you so embarrassed......" Xin said that in addition to the fifth-order Taidao, you Jiang Ziqi also had two ninth-order divine swords and three Dongtian magic weapons in his hands, and he actually coveted a first-order magic weapon from others......

The ancient immortal lord did this, it was really ......

"You know a fart!" Jiang Ziqi said to Bai Zetong, who was known as an all-knowing, and his voice changed: "It seems that he doesn't care too much about this competition. ”

"It seems to be the same. Bai Ze Hitomi shrugged, after devouring the Divine Mind clone of Venerable Haiyan, his soul body almost turned back to substance, and it didn't look much different from a living person.

Fang Cai Jiang Ziqi's performance is actually a temptation.

The Five Peak Martial Arts is a means for the Taixuan Holy Sect to allocate resources, and the Five Peaks Peak Master and Branch Vein attach great importance to it.

But Fan Xuefeng is different, the entire Xuanyun Peak, counting him and Wang Shan, and even the scheduled registered disciples, is less than twenty. There's basically no need to worry about resources. And with Fan Xuefeng's own qualifications and strength, it can be guaranteed that the interests that belong to him will not be coveted by anyone.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a legendary novel, where the master does not hesitate to secretly send magic weapons and pills in order to let his apprentice win the competition.

"But that's fine, at least I won't be so tied tomorrow. Jiang Ziqi stretched his waist and fell asleep to welcome the arrival of tomorrow.

On the other side, Xiaozhuju is still brightly lit.

"Master, don't you give the little junior brother a magic weapon to keep around? Not to mention anything else, he still has a good chance of breaking into the top ten. After Jiang Ziqi left, Wang Shan finally couldn't help but speak. Xuanyun Feng is thin, it is rare to have a seedling to raise his face, how can Fan Xuefeng help as a master, right?

"You don't understand," Fan Xuefeng took a sip of tea, and a look of remembrance appeared on his face: "If you have seen Kunlun Sword Cultivation, you will understand that for that kind of person, the sword is a part of their body, and changing a sword is equivalent to changing a hand, are you willing to give it to you?"

If Jiang Ziqi was here, he would definitely shed tears.

Once again, he shot himself in the foot......