Xin Ming was silent.

He clenched the sword in his hand and looked at Zheng Qian and the other person opposite.

His eyes were shining with white snowflakes.

He knew very well that the odds of winning against Zheng Qian were almost equal to nothing.

Zheng Qian entered the realm of travel two months before him.

What's more, the current situation is still one-on-two.

Xin Ming was a little scared.

But he didn't back down.

He has his own pride, the pride of being a disciple of the Sword Academy.

Whether he wants to take revenge on Li Mengzhou or not, it has nothing to do with not falling off the mountain, let alone Zheng Qian.

And just asking the rule that you can't hurt your life in the conference can very well calm down a lot of Xin Ming's fears.

After all, even if you can't beat it, you won't die.

So he just hesitated for a moment and chose to fight.

The young man in a brown robe standing next to Zheng Qian suddenly chuckled at this time.

He doesn't look very old, at least younger than Zheng Qian, but judging from the position where Zheng Qian is standing slightly back, it is obvious that this brown-robed young man has a higher status than Zheng Qian.

He had a short sword in his hand, which he tossed and turned very casually, pulled out his hand and gently patted Zheng Qian's shoulder, looked at Xin Ming and said, "The disciples of the Sword Academy are not as good as the generation. ”

"A person with such qualifications as Senior Brother Zheng also has eyes and doesn't know gold and jade when he leaves the palace, but instead asks for the waste wood called Li Mengzhou. Now that I look at it, except for Li Mengzhou, most of you people are also mediocre, which really disappoints me. ”

Being underestimated is a very infuriating thing, especially for Xin Ming.

He shot back coldly: "Lonely self-appreciation is the most pitiful thing in the world. ”

The brown-robed young man said lightly: "That's because stupid people are not qualified to appreciate it." ”

The pure white snow was dotted with dead grass, the pine needles were shaking off with the wind, and the wind that shuttled freely between heaven and earth, wrapped in a sharp whistling sound, swept past people's ears like thunder.

In Xin Ming's opinion, he was sneered at by the brown-robed young man.

"I am Shainin, and it is your honor to be defeated by my sword. ”

Shainin?

Xin Ming felt that the name seemed somewhat familiar in a trance.

Shainin ...... Xie Chunfeng...... It turns out that you are Xie Chunfeng's younger brother?!"

Xie Chunfeng's name can almost represent the younger generation of Buluoshanmen, although it is far less first-class than Shen Qiubai, Ouyang Shengxue and Beizangfeng, but it is also the strongest people under them.

Xie Ning is proud to be Xie Chunfeng's younger brother.

But it's also a shame.

Because as long as he talks about him, he must add Xie Chunfeng's name in front of him, and even many people don't know Xie Ning's name, which is definitely not what Xie Ning wants.

This meeting was Shainin's first battle in front of the world.

He had to make his own name.

Although in his opinion, taking Xin Ming as the first opponent was obviously not qualified, what he wanted was not only to defeat Xin Ming, but also to defeat everyone in the Sword Academy.

Compared with Xie Ning's gradually high-spirited fighting spirit, Xin Ming's original determination had been shaken after learning that the brown-robed young man in front of him was Xie Chunfeng's younger brother.

He thinks that as Xie Chunfeng's younger brother, it can't be a simple role.

Its oppressive force is definitely more than Zheng Qian's.

But the sword has been raised, and it cannot be easily put down.

He also knew very well that even if he used all his strength at the beginning, he might not be able to defeat this Xie Chunfeng's younger brother Xie Ning.

The worries and struggles in his heart were real.

The fighting spirit that emanates is not empty.

It's just that he doesn't have the courage to take a step forward.

Under the pressure of the name Xie Chunfeng, Xin Ming's face was ugly, and he still chose to raise the sword in his hand high despite gritting his teeth.

The two young monks, the aura of their whole bodies were mobilized, and they were released ten meters away, and within this ten meter radius, their consciousness was filled, and they also perfectly protected the positions that might be attacked from all sides.

"My brother is Xie Chunfeng, but I am Xie Ning. ”

The boy has the stubbornness in his heart, but he also has contempt when facing unimpressive opponents.

This is something that cannot be avoided by the pride of young people.

The indifference and ridicule on Shainin's face were the most real.

At the beginning of this battle.

Zheng Qian, as the only audience, frowned slightly.

He looked deep into the jungle.

Two figures came into his sight.

The robe of the same color as the snow, that is the clothing of the disciples of the Sword Academy.

And these two people are also acquaintances of Zheng Qian.

He Zhengrong and Zhou Luo.

The battle between Shainin and Xin Ming had already begun, and although the latter had also noticed the arrival of his companions, he had no time to care about it at all.

The wind is cold, the snow is cold.

The sword is sharp.

Xin Ming could only parry, but he had no power to fight back.

Although Xie Ning has a short sword in his hand, whether it is a close attack or a long attack, he can easily suppress Xin Ming, which is the obvious gap in the realm.

After all, Xin Ming is new to the realm of long-distance travel, and Xie Ning is already only half a step away from reaching the peak.

Especially since he was a child, because of Xie Chunfeng, he was exposed to things in cultivation early, although he really stepped into the cultivation path not long ago, but the so-called close to Zhu Zhechi, after all, he knows more than Xin Ming, and he also knows how to use his own advantages.

Under Xin Ming's defeat and retreat, Zhou Luo couldn't help but make a move.

Zheng Qian has been staring at He Zhengrong and Zhou Luo since they appeared, and at this time, his figure flickered, and he blocked in front of Zhou Luo.

Silently raising the sword in his hand, Zheng Qian's gaze first swept over He Zhengrong's body, and then looked at Zhou Luo seriously and intently, and said: "The Dao Conference is not a fair competition in the first place, but at least it is fair at this moment, Xin Ming's opponent is Xie Ning, and you can't interfere anymore." ”

Zhou Luo was very angry and said, "Why don't you talk about fairness when so many people don't go down the mountain to besiege one person in my Sword Academy?"

Although during the introductory test, the two almost became brothers, but at this moment, the two of them belonged to different mountain gates, and they were enemies, and Zhou Luo knew this very well.

And Zheng Qian is equally clear.

So he pointed the sword in his hand at Zhou Luo and said: "The meaning of fairness has always been set by the strong, just like when I was in the entrance test, I am no longer the original me, but you are still the same you you were at the beginning, and a weak character like you is not suitable for this world." ”

Zhou Luo is not weak, he is just used to thinking about a lot of things, so he seems a little indecisive.

But at least in some ways, it's a sign of weakness.

Zhou Luo knew very well what he wanted, and he felt that this was the most important thing.

So he didn't care about Zheng Qian's words, but pointed the same sword at him and said, "Then I can only defeat you first." ”

Zheng Qian frowned slightly and looked at He Zhengrong, who was silent.

He Zhengrong raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "I have no interest in you, and I will not interfere in your affairs, after you divide the winners and losers, I will solve you at once." ”

This is a bit too arrogant.

But it made Zheng Qian breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, compared to Zhou Luo, he was more afraid of He Zhengrong at this young age.

Zhou Luo looked at He Zhengrong with a somewhat complicated expression, and finally sighed.

......

Boom!

The short sword in Xie Ning's hand swept horizontally.

It slammed into Xin Ming's sword.

The sword flew.

Xin Ming's figure also flew out upside down.

It fell on the snow, and there was a muffled sound.

This is a huge disparity in strength.

Xin Ming spurted blood from his mouth, glared at Xie Ning with great shame, feeling that the bones all over his body seemed to be broken, and he was unable to get up when he lay on the ground.

"The wait was much quicker than I thought. ”

He Zhengrong didn't care at all that Xin Ming was defeated, because it meant that he could make a move.

Zhou Luo wanted to reflexively check on Xin Ming's injuries, but Zheng Qian's attack also arrived.

He couldn't guarantee that He Zhengrong would intervene, so after Xin Ming lost his ability to fight, he quickly seized the opportunity and turned this situation, which was likely to be three against two, into two against two.

The snow drifting in mid-air due to the storm of the battle is like a dream.

Xin Ming lay quietly on the snow, fine snowflakes covering his body, and the blood stained the snowflakes red.

An approaching battle has begun.

And He Zhengrong and Xie Ning's eyes were also intertwined in mid-air.

"Xie Chunfeng's younger brother?"

Shainin's pupils shrank imperceptibly for a moment, and said, "My name is Shainin." ”

"Oh. ”

He Zhengrong said lightly: "Xie Chunfeng's younger brother is worthy of my sword, but I hope you are really worth it." ”

Xie Ning calmed down some of his emotions and said coldly: "The youngest disciple in the Sword Academy of the Imperial Palace, but his qualifications in the outer courtyard are in the forefront, I didn't expect to meet you so soon, as my opponent, you are barely qualified." ”

He Zhengrong was silent for a moment.

The corners of his lips turned up slightly, revealing a very strange smile, and his right hand was slightly raised, resting on the hilt of his sword.

Just between the lightning and flint, Xie Ning only felt that his vision was dark, and then a gravity bombarded his chest, and the whole person was plucked around and fell backwards.

Xie Ning reacted quickly and twisted himself to support the ground with one hand, spun in the air for two weeks, and took a step backwards after landing, suddenly raised his head, and stared at He Zhengrong tightly.

The cold wind ruffled the hair in front of He Zhengrong's forehead.

The robes are hunting.

He stretched out his right hand and grasped the hilt of his sword, which was unsheathed.

At a distance of several feet between the two, the fine snow flew, and the exposed ground cracked inch by inch.

He Zhengrong held the sword in one hand, there was a clanging sound in the scabbard, his body was not moving like a mountain, but the scabbard was trembling.

His face was calm.

Xin Ming struggled to raise his eyes to look at this scene, a little confused.

On the viewing platform outside the jungle, King Yu, Xu Hexian, Qingyi and others narrowed their eyes slightly.

Under the Lethe Pavilion.

Nan Sheng pursed his lips and muttered after a while: "This kid from the He family is really not simple." ”

Lu Jiuge and Jiang Zihua glanced at each other, and they both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Of course, there is a trace of shyness in the deeper part of Jiang Zi's eyes.

But Lu Jiuge did not observe this carefully.

"He Zhengrong's personality and even his qualifications should be top-notch in the courtyard outside the palace, even Shen Jiyue is inferior to him. ”

Jiang Zihua said with deep approval: "This kid has the style I had back then. ”

“......”