readx;? With the chanting of the Great Monk of Gu Yue, the four saints appeared in the front row of their respective disciples in a trance like a reflection swinging in the water. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They do not sit on a majestic throne like other sects, but like their disciples, they sit on a square white stone, some cross-legged, some scattered.

The disciples only stood up and bent slightly, unable to see any difference between saints and mortals.

Dongfang Yu secretly admired, this is the demeanor of a master. Roughly observing the saints, although the face of the sad King Kong is like a full moon, the corners of the eyebrows, eyes and mouth are bent downward, it is a bitter face, and the good thing to say is the appearance of compassion for the heavens and people.

Throwing money with a striking mustache, sword eyebrows like anger, the whole is the image of Lu Xun. Returning to the lupine scarf, uninhibited. Gu shoots real people with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, although the appearance is ordinary, but it is very easy for people to give birth to a close heart.

As soon as he sat down, Gu Shot Zhenren joked to Shen Kun: "Kun'er, the orphan went out, but he came back with his daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, you are very successful." ”

Shenkun said with a hippie smile: "Master, is there a lot of strength in people, you see, I was more than twice as lucky as them at the beginning." ”

Gu shot the real person and said meaningfully: "Yes, Dongfang Xiaoyou, Nangong Xiaoyou, and Long Xiaoyou are all good." Luck is an ethereal thing, you can't grab it, whoever really has atmospheric luck, this thing will converge there. ”

Hearing the praise of the saint, Dongfang Yu and the three of them hurriedly saluted again.

The saint smiled in return.

At this time, the host monk Gu Yue announced: "Senior brothers, senior sisters, you can start the challenge. ”

Several saints were watching with interest, and there were more than 20 people standing up at the same time, except for the Daomen, there were disciples of the other three sects.

Even the great monk Guyue was stunned, this time everyone was so enthusiastic. However, since he can be designated as the host, he is a delicate person from all sides, so he asked one by one: "Everyone, who do you want to challenge, each of you will report, if it happens to coincide, it will be decided by lot." ”

So, the disciples began to sign up. Shen Kun's little face gradually darkened, and there were twenty-two people in total, all of whom were the team that challenged him. Down to Dongfang Chenxi, up to Dongfang Yu actually covered it all. At present, only himself, Nangong Zhou, Long Qi and Worm Sing'er have not been challenged.

In other words, don't look at Dongfang Yu's success in ascending to the tenth layer, in the eyes of many disciples, his combat power is not as good as that of Worm Sing.

What makes Shen Kun even more embarrassing is that all those who are the first to challenge the qualifications in the lottery are all dancing with flying eyebrows, and the joy of going out to pick up gold bricks can't be hidden.

The two elder brothers and the friends behind the elder sisters also began to discuss, quite a taste of watching jokes.

There is no need to go into detail next, except for Nian Nujiao who won a game with the foundation of a fourth-grade soul master and a third-grade martial artist, but lost back in a blink of an eye, everyone else lost a game. The challenger killed Dongfang Yu in an instant.

The luck on the Shenkun jade plate kept falling, one thousand and twenty points, nine hundred, eight hundred, and in a blink of an eye, it was fixed at four hundred and ninety points. Less than half of them had created eight young disciples with more than 100 percent luck in one fell swoop. If these disciples gritted their teeth and stopped participating in the challenge, they would actually have obtained the qualification to enter the Heavenly Monument Bodhi Secret Realm.

And the disciples who were unlucky and failed in the lottery immediately turned their attention to Dongfang Yu and Worm Song'er, this seems to be the last two fat fish, and they must be won.

Everyone in the stands around was happy, only the stands of the Daomen were silent. Even the chatter Xiaolan was so red that he looked at Dongfang Yu angrily. That couldn't be more obvious, please, better than ever. Senior Brother Shenkun's face is just that, you can't let the master lose face.

"Senior Brother Dongfang Yu, Xiao Ke Confucian Chen Jibin, please ask for advice. "A baby-faced man wears a scholar's robe and a long sword hanging from his waist, like a jade tree in the wind.

Dongfang Yu stood up with a smile, arched his hands and came to the field, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, although you are only in the middle of the fourth grade, slightly lower than me, but you are from a famous family, I must go out first." ”

Chen Jibin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to meet such a real master, and he got used to it for a while before he said, "Please." ”

Dongfang Yu casually took out a single knife with the pinnacle of six grades, this is still from the South China Sea, the Emperor Longlinhe rewarded them with twenty senior brothers, the others are all long swords, only he changed a reading knife.

Chen Jibin saw that Dongfang Yu had already taken out the Nian Knife, and wanted to attack empty-handed, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. Although Dongfang Yu simply carried the knife on his shoulder, it seemed to have shrouded the Quartet.

In the midst of surprise, Chen Jibin showed his return wind step, like a weeping willow on the river, fluctuating, looking ahead, suddenly behind, like a shadowless small whirlwind floating on the stage.

"Okay! Senior Brother Chen's wind dancing willow steps this time come from He Sheng's eternal swan song "Yongliu", you see that he has brought into full play the poetry of ten thousand hanging green silks, where there is a willow shadow, there are endless killing opportunities. I don't think he will make a move, and if he makes a shot, it will be a brilliant blow. A handsome scholar commented while copying the poetry in Chen Jibin's steps.

In fact, Chen Jibin knew coldly, he felt that no matter how elegant his steps were, how unbelievable they were, they seemed to have been predicted in advance by the other party, and he was always shrouded in the other party's knife momentum.

Liu Dakun of Confucianism shook his head secretly, as if it was natural to ask his senior brother Wang Zixiu for advice: "In the face of the shroud of the momentum, it is better to be quiet than to move, the longer the time passes, the thicker the opponent's momentum will be, and you need to attack as soon as possible, right?"

Although Wang Zixiu knew that he was deliberately reminding Chen Jibin, he had to nod with a smile.

Chen Jibin's heart froze, the long sword under his ribs buzzed, and the 7749-style wind dancing willow sword splashed out, like a heavy green willow, outflanking Dongfang Yu from outside his right shoulder. This is the relative weakest point of the anti-knife style that Chen Jibin can see.

In fact, with Dongfang Yu's level, there is no need to attack at all, just by virtue of the carrying knife style, he can break the incomparably complicated Huifeng Dancing Willow Sword. However, it is great to compete for luck for Shenkun, and it must be installed when it is time to pretend.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Shen shouldered and fell his elbow, the knife slid down from his right shoulder, and a trace amount of true yuan was wrapped, and he pushed forward like a bamboo, and the middle palace went straight forward.

This is the third of the three types of the Yellow River that Dongfang Yu has basically eliminated.

In the face of hustleness, simplicity is best.

Chen Jibin finally forced Dongfang Yu to change his moves, he was just secretly happy in his heart, and he was about to urge the true yuan, turn the virtual into reality, merge ten thousand into one, and implement a lore.

Suddenly, he found that Dongfang Yu's single knife actually passed through the silk silk strangely, just like a flying insect that flew into the spider's web quickly, and it was unbelievable that it was not hindered in any way.

The knife rarely uses the style of "stabbing", and now the tip of the knife is rapidly enlarged in Chen Jibin's eyes, and the knife is bright, and his eyes are like blindness. He was horrified, the sword was on the periphery, and there was no way to save it anyway, so in his busy schedule, he stretched out his palm and pushed it against the knife.

"Damn!" Dongfang Yu scolded in his heart, doesn't this make it more difficult for me? It's just a competition, how can I cut your hand. In the midst of his anger, Dongfang Yu helplessly turned the thorn into a sweep, and in a small depth, he forcibly performed the second style of the Yellow River three styles to sweep thousands of troops.

I saw that Dongfang Yu's single knife, which was already close to Chen Jibin's chest, suddenly swung sideways, allowing him to make a somewhat unreasonable single palm, and the blade of the knife twitched lightly on his side.

"Whew!"

Chen Jibin flew out like an octopus.

Finally seeing the money back, Shen Kun moved his buttocks, looked at the fifty points of luck added on the jade plate, and glanced at Xiao Deng. The small lamp "fluttered", and he was even more nervous than Shen Kun.

Someone was shocked.

But more people were surprised, because Chen Jibin failed to win Dongfang Yu, and almost all the eleven people who had a bye in the first round stood up.

Grand Monk Gu Yue smiled apologetically to Dongfang Yu, and was busy drawing lots for these eleven people.

The top three disciples were excited, and one of the young geniuses actually jumped for joy.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is weird.

Dongfang Yu stumbled and barely won two games in a row.

When the fourth disciple left the field, Dongfang Yu hugged his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I really lack true yuan, and I ask for a rest." ”