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Originally, I was still thinking that this young man had seen it there, but seeing him so unbearable at this time, he had already lost interest in this question, frowned slightly, and sighed: "It's nonsense!"

Zhuo Zangfeng approached the altar again amid the laughter of the elder and the laughter of everyone.

He hooked the edge of the altar with both hands according to the original movement, shouted "fly", and his right leg rose first, touched the edge of the high platform, quickly lifted his left leg, and sat on the platform at once.

"Is that okay?"

There was a deep mocking surprise from the inner disciple around him.

"How can it not be?"

Cheng Zhuzhu, who had successfully upgraded to an inner disciple, retorted angrily.

Ascending the high platform, Zhuo Zangfeng looked around, and then his eyes fell on the Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram under his feet.

At this moment, the pattern of the master's table and chairs in the Medicine Mountain Hall suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was also a Taiji diagram, the flowing tables and chairs, and the silent vitality, all of which had caused a great shock in his heart.

At this time, a phantom shadow floated in front of him, and he raised his eyes to look, and there was still a refreshed young Taoist priest standing opposite.

How could it be Mu Jianhong? Zhuo Zangfeng felt that if he wanted to hide his clumsy today, it would be a bit difficult.

If it was other inner disciples, it would be easy to deal with it, but in front of him was the chief disciple with the fastest cultivation speed and the best talent among the inner disciples, and it seemed that the method that Fang had just thought of was about to give up again.

"Okay! Senior brother is very skilled!"

The chic body style that is as smooth as the clouds and rivers immediately won bursts of applause.

Mu Jianhong's face remained unchanged, and he calmly paid tribute to this little junior disciple of the outer sect.

Yuan Liuliu saw the chief disciple make a move, his face instantly turned pale, and he whispered to Cheng Zhuzhu: "The situation is not good, I estimate that the little junior brother will suffer!"

"What then?" asked Cheng Zhuzhu urgently.

"Resign yourself to fate! With Elder Kong here, presumably they don't dare to be too presumptuous. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng returned the salute and quickly drew his long sword.

"Smack!"

The scabbard fell to the ground and was stepped on by his clumsy kick, making everyone in the audience shake their heads.

"The swordsmanship of this little junior disciple of the outer sect seems to have reached the point of throwing the sword and throwing the scabbard. ”

Daoist Xu and Daoist Feng glanced at each other, secretly proud in their hearts, but thinking of this extremely weak guy, they bothered Senior Brother Mu to make a move, it was simply a slaughtering knife used to kill chickens.

Guang Lingzi, who was constantly testing Zhuo Zangfeng's strength, withdrew his divine sense and instructed Mu Jianhong: "He doesn't have any cultivation, you must be measured when you shoot." ”

"Yes!"

Mu Jianhong bowed and saluted the elders.

Turning around, the thought came out, the long sword behind his back suddenly left the sheath, a golden light flashed, and the sword had fallen in the palm of his hand.

Mu Jianhong had a long sword in his hand, and suddenly felt arrogant, but when he thought that the opponent in front of him had no cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a bitter taste in his heart.

"Little junior brother, please come in!"

He politely reminded Zhuo Zangfeng, and as soon as he finished speaking, Mu Jianhong was surprised to find that this little junior brother's eyes were not looking at him, but looking at the sword in his hand in a demented manner, as if he was watching and evaluating the quality of the sword.

"Little junior brother, please come in!"

He reminded again. The other party's cultivation is so low that it can be ignored, as the chief disciple, with his self-respecting identity, he can't always take the lead in the sword.

This time there can be no more indifference.

Zhuo Zangfeng has been thinking about countermeasures.

Even if you win this game, you can't let others doubt your strength, and the difficulty is really not ordinary.

Fang Cai deliberately pretended to have a low realm, mainly for fear of arousing Elder Kong's suspicions.

This elder who cultivated to the realm of the Great Grandmaster had already cultivated the ability to perceive clearly, and any slight vitality could be reflected in his sea of consciousness, if he wanted to hide from him, he really had to pretend to be very similar.

Less than a zhang away from Mu Jianhong, Zhuo Zangfeng slowly raised his sword, and the sword technique in his left hand was clenched.

This is the Heavenly Sword Sect's swordsmanship starting style, and at the moment, it seems that his bright momentum, in addition to his poor momentum, his sword moves are also decent.

However, this style is too simple, and any disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect has practiced it no more than 10,000 times, so naturally no one expressed surprise.

"Please, senior brother!"

After Zhuo Zangfeng finished speaking, he brushed the two extremely tacky sword flowers in the air, and his legs kept changing, but he retreated again and again.

This was a big surprise.

"Is this guy going to run away?"

Just when people were speculating, the sword qi that Mu Jianhong had just condensed on the blade of the sword instantly stagnated.

As the chief disciple of the inner gate, he can't always chase after him, and the opponent's realm is extremely low, and he didn't attack, but retreated.

This took a few steps back, but it made Mu Jianhong hesitate.

He had just withdrawn the vitality on the sword, and suddenly saw such an outer disciple rushing up with his sword.

Judging from the sword moves, he used the Heavenly Sword Sect's swordsmanship of "Stormy Rain Piercing the Clouds", and with this move, on the battlefield that year, Daozu alone repelled the enemy's 3,000 ironclad army.

It was later learned from the captives that the sword had destroyed all of the armor of the Ironclad sergeant, dropping it like a piece of paper.

And at this moment, this outer disciple surnamed Ma used this sword, how he looked like a child wielding it casually with a big broom.

The vitality that had just run to the sword was recovered by Mu Jianhong Johnson.

Like the dwarf Taoist priest who was the first to take the stage, once he stood on this sacred altar with the mysterious Tai Chi Yin and Yang Diagram under his feet, he had already forgotten his personal grudges.

At this moment, he was just a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he had a sacred sect pride in his heart.

Condensing sword intent twice and stopping twice, this is also a tactic that is extremely depleting of vitality.

Mu Jianhong couldn't help but start to wonder, could it be that this guy deliberately caused me to lose my vitality? Soon he automatically vetoed it, such a weak cultivator can no longer be weak, even if his vitality is exhausted, he can easily defeat him.

"Senior brother, look at the sword!"

This time, it was Zhuo Zangfeng who took out the sword first, and his wrist rotated with the sword, and his footsteps moved rapidly on the yin-yang diagram.

This time, it seems that he used all his strength. Mu Jianhong thought, and his breath once again focused on the blade of the sword.

However, at this time, when the wrist of Senior Brother Ma who rushed up rotated, the speed could not keep up with the rotation of the sword handle, and the long sword spike was wrapped around his arm, and the sword hilt had already left the palm of his hand.

Mu Jianhong was reluctant to withdraw his sword qi, and a helpless emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

Everyone under the altar laughed until their stomachs hurt, and thought, where is this guy here to compete with swords, this is purely to make trouble.

Zhuo Zangfeng slowly untied the sword spike wrapped around his arm, his face did not change and he did not pant, looking at the chief disciple of the inner sect who wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and had a straight face, he himself laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Can you still laugh?" Mu Jianhong thought and sighed deeply.

"Senior brother, get ready, I'm going to use a sharp sword move!"

Zhuo Zangfeng finished issuing the warning, stepped forward again, and the long sword pulled three unbearable sword flowers in a row, and suddenly stopped before approaching Mu Jianhong, and at the same time the hand holding the sword technique quickly changed into a blocking posture.

"Senior brother, wait, I'm standing in the wrong direction. ”

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he quickly retreated, and then chose a position to stand, and said solemnly:

"I asked Senior Brother for swordsmanship, this is an offensive, the sun and moon rotate in their own order, and we should also follow the laws of the universe, this seems to be what Dao Ancestor said, so I will re-select the position now, and then ask Senior Brother to correct. ”

Mu Jianhong thought about Elder Kong's order, he couldn't hurt him, and Qiang Shengsheng withdrew the fourth condensed breath, but his heart was full of helplessness and anxiety.

He didn't care about listening to this guy's nonsense about the rotation of the sun and the moon, the laws of the universe, but he regretted how he was so unlucky to be able to stand up to such an opponent.

Seeing this situation, Kong Guangling had already endured it for a long time, if it weren't for his advanced cultivation at this moment, according to his temper, it is estimated that a mouthful of old blood would have spurted out.

However, there is an extremely strict rule in the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sect, as long as a disciple of the outer sect steps on the altar, he is not allowed to be driven off the stage for any reason, unless the other party abandons the sword and admits defeat.

This door rule was originally to protect the interests of those outer disciples who had finally ascended to the altar, but at this time, it was skillfully used by Zhuo Zangfeng, and instead became his gatekeeper.

Luckily, he remembered the rule that the master said, and Zhuo Zangfeng spoofed again and again, and it really worked. Looking at Mu Jianhong, who had repeatedly condensed his breath and suddenly retracted his vitality, his heart blossomed.

This rule, unless Dao Ancestor himself, who else dares to disobey?

Guanglingzi is unbearable, so angry that his beard trembles, but he has no choice but to do it. Seeing that he was getting more and more disagreeable, he could only look into the sky and sigh and make a poisonous oath.

"From now on, I, Kong Guangling, will no longer be responsible for the swordsmanship evaluation of the outer disciples, and the violators will be willing to suffer the punishment of the heavenly thunder!"

After speaking, the breath was slightly raised, and a vitality was born, and it was volleyed away in an instant.

"This ...... This...... Elder Kong ran away angrily!" (To be continued.) )