At the edge of the crowd, there was a group of teenagers who were silent, they were the ones who had been defeated by Zhan Changfeng's sword before, and they were also people who had a grudge against Zhan Changfeng.

"Damn it, this Zhan Changfeng is fooling people here again, it's too despicable, should we expose his tricks?" a young man asked his companion with an ugly face.

"Don't worry, Brother Yong will go to find the outer disciple Senior Brother Yang Jun, before he comes back, we still don't act rashly, lest that kid go crazy and bite people. ”

"Alright, we'll see!"

This group of teenagers no longer spoke, but stared at Zhan Changfeng silently, a trace of coldness flashed in their eyes from time to time, it was killing intent.

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"How can it be that you haven't lost yet?" Thirty-six way swordsmanship, Qi Tianfang has already performed twenty ways, but the battle is longwind, back and forth is a three-way swordsmanship, and it is quite difficult to block, it is in this state, and he still hasn't lost so far, which makes him anxious.

"Senior Brother Qi, he's about to lose, you can hurry up. There were miscellaneous disciples yelling below.

"These stupid forks, don't I know that if I go faster, my sword will be able to stab the battle wind, but I'm already the fastest. Qi Tian glared angrily at the fierce disciple, roaring in his heart.

"Oops! The road is slippery!" Zhan Changfeng suddenly slid out in one step, as if he was about to fall, but the tip of the sword did pierce Qi Tianfang's throat like an eye.

In the face of this sudden change, Qi Tian magnified and was shocked, and retreated again and again, but the sword followed like a shadow, and when Zhan Changfeng stabilized his body, the tip of his sword was less than an inch away from Qi Tianfang's throat.

And Qi Tianfang was already sweating profusely, his eyes were full of horror, just now, he thought he was going to die under Zhan Changfeng's sword.

"Haha, I'm sorry, Senior Brother Qi, you lost. Zhan Changfeng put away his sword with a smile on his face, and then grabbed the bet with one hand.

Qi Tianfang's face was gloomy, and he slowly retreated, he lost, he felt that he was too wronged, just a little bit, if it wasn't for the slippery feet of the war chief, how could he lose.

"If you're lucky, I'm losing this time. ”

"Damn! This can also be won!" The miscellaneous disciples broke out, and they felt worthless for Qi Tianfang.

"Which other junior brother is coming, this bet, 8 herbs. ”

"Damn, I'm coming! You're dead. "The young man who went up here is called Situ Fang, he has been holding back the fire for a while, how could he miss it now that he has the opportunity.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Situ!" said Zhan Changfeng earnestly.

"Look, Senior Brother Changfeng is not stupid, thank you Senior Brother Situ!" some of the disciples had already laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!" Situ Fang's thirty-six swordsmanship was performed all the way one after another, his swordsmanship was less atmospheric than Qi Tianfang, and there was indeed a kind of weirdness, the same swordsmanship, everyone's cultivation was different, the shape was supernatural, so the power was different.

This time, it was still very difficult for Zhan Changfeng to resist, of course, in the eyes of others, he was already happy in his heart.

"This stupid fork, it's so good, I sent spiritual grass to Lao Tzu. ”

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"Senior Brother Situ, cut off his feet quickly, it's just a little bit there. ”

"Senior Brother Situ, it's almost time to stab his arm, and it's almost half a minute. ”

"Senior Brother Situ, the sword has already pierced his hair, and you will win soon. ”

Seeing that Situ Fang's every sword technique almost injured Zhan Changfeng, such a battle was too exciting, and the disciples watching around were even more excited than the two on the battlefield.

"I'll go to your uncle, I'm more anxious than you, only the stupid fork doesn't know that he can win the battle Changfeng if he is a little faster. "Situ Fang's thirty-six sword techniques have all been used in the twenty-ninth way, and now he is not only annoyed by not being fast enough in swordsmanship, but also being affected by the disciples around him, which makes him hold back the fire in his belly.

With this fire, he found that his flowing sword path had actually stagnated, which was very serious in the fight, so a trace of anxiety appeared in his eyes, and the roar around him hit his heart like a hammer.

"Senior Brother Situ, that junior sister named Dehuan said that she was good with you?"

"What?" Situ Fang, who was anxious, was startled, and a sword was on his neck like thunder.

"Senior brother, you lost, thank you for your spirit grass. Zhan Changfeng put away his sword and closed the bet.

"Despicable! I'm not reconciled!" Seeing that not only did the girl not call herself, but a sword was on her neck, Situ Fang wanted to cry in annoyance, but in front of everyone's eyes, how embarrassed he was to cry.

"Isn't Senior Brother Situ going to win, as long as he casts the thirty-two sword moves, then he will definitely win, but why did he suddenly lose his mind. Some disciples were puzzled.

"It's just that you won at the moment, why did you suddenly lose. ”

"Shall I tell you that I was put on the table by that despicable boy?" Situ Fang's face was gloomy, and he was annoyed as he walked, and now his heart was dripping blood.

"Is there any other junior brother who wants to come up? Now bet on sixteen spirit grasses. With a smile on his face, Zhan Changfeng said to the miscellaneous disciples around him.

"Sixteen plants, this is not a small number, there are only fifty plants to be handed in, and after I turn them in, the remaining ones are only twenty-five. A disciple whispered.

"You're not bad, last month, I turned in only 18 plants. ”

"This is not bad, last time many disciples couldn't get together, and they were punished in the Yin Feng Cave for a day, and they only had half a life left after they came back. ”

Seeing Zhan Changfeng standing there, some people wanted to take the spirit grass in his hand immediately, but the stakes were really big.

"I'm betting with you! Don't cheat if you lose. A sword-eyed, white-clothed young man parted from everyone and said slowly.

"Ah! It's Senior Brother Ye Tao, now Senior Brother Changfeng is going to be finished. Seeing the young man appear, the disciples of the Miscellaneous Servant Academy exclaimed again.

"Senior Brother Ye Tao is the ninth-ranked master of the Miscellaneous Academy, if you talk about swordsmanship, I'm afraid that Senior Sister Yu Fei, who ranks sixth, is not an opponent. ”

"That is, I think Senior Brother Ye Tao is young after all, and he is a little unlucky, otherwise he would have become an outer disciple a long time ago, but I hope that it won't be long before he can compete with those outer disciples. ”

Ye Tao's talent is still good, the reason why he can't enter the outer gate directly is because he offended someone, and that person still has a certain amount of power, so he has been sent to the miscellaneous office for almost two years, everyone knows about this matter, and they all feel unfair for him.

"Senior Brother Ye, you are such a good person. Zhan Changfeng burst into laughter.

"What do you mean!" Ye Tao was confused, and then said calmly: "Senior Brother Changfeng, you said that your swordsmanship is the number one disciple in the entire Miscellaneous Academy, and I don't accept it, so you have to be taught and understood, you won't back down, right?"

"It's of course, it's of course, oh no, don't back down. Zhan Changfeng still had a bright smile on his face.

"Look at the sword, I want to see how strong Senior Brother Changfeng's swordsmanship is. As soon as the swordsmanship was launched, Zhan Changfeng knew that Ye Tao's thirty-six swordsmanship was indeed not the same level as the previous two, if it weren't for the guidance of the sword spirit, I am afraid that he and Ye Tao's swordsmanship would be on par.

Thirty-six swordsmanship, thirty-six turns, swords and swords thunderbolts, but the long wind of war is like following the waves, never sinking.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tao's 10-way sword technique had been launched, but it still had no effect, and Zhan Changfeng still looked dangerous.

"It won't be...... Zhan Changfeng has already cultivated the Thirty-six Ways Sword Technique to the Hinayana realm!" After a long time of attacking, Ye Tao had this idea for no reason.

"Impossible, I have been practicing swords for 2 years, and I have only touched the threshold of Hinayana before I have touched it, and he can't be more powerful than me. Soon, Ye Tao dispelled this ridiculous idea, you must know that in the entire Miscellaneous Academy, I am afraid that there are only two people who have cultivated the Thirty-six Paths Basic Sword Technique to Hinayana in the first place, Wan Yang and Qian Mo, who are ranked second.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Changfeng is so powerful, who said before that if you talk about swordsmanship alone, you will definitely defeat Senior Brother Changfeng?" Seeing that Ye Tao's thirty-six sword technique did not win the battle Changfeng, some disciples became arrogant.

"That's it, I used to say that I was good at swordsmanship, what do you think now?" A disciple's gaze swept around unscrupulously.

A few miscellaneous disciples who were called Dehuan before are now blushing and thick-necked, and they can't wait to find a hole to get into, this ****** is too embarrassing.

"Senior Brother Changfeng, let's lose, although your swordsmanship is good, there is still a little gap between you and me, haha!" Ye Tao shouted arrogantly, he believed that the last way of the thirty-six swordsmanship, the peak and the loop, would definitely be able to defeat Zhan Changfeng.

A splendid sword, a perfect sword! This sword is very powerful and beautiful, but will a sword with everyone's hope defeat Zhan Changfeng?