My Senior Brother Yi is a waste, what about you?

However, the good times were short-lived!

On the day when Yi Tian's training expired, it was two years later, when Yi Tian was seven years old, he had already reached the realm of transformation.

Yi Tian took Yi Chen to prepare to return to the sect to resume his life, but who knows, I don't know where some black-clothed people came out, without saying a word, he directly beat Yi Tian to serious injury, and what is even more vicious is to seal Yi Tian's meridians, and his strength will always stop under the transformation phase. At the same time, because of the injury, his strength once fell back to the Void Qi Realm.

This made Yi Tian, a martial arts genius who was originally in the clouds, suddenly fall to the bottom. After returning to the sect, the sect master and elders were also furious, and at the same time felt sorry for the fall of such a demonic genius.

Since then, except for the sect master and Lin Xinran, everyone else seems to have a big change in their attitude towards Yi Tian, some people are indifferent to him, and some people even ridicule him constantly.

But only Lin Xinran, Yi Chen, and the sect master were as usual.

In the following years, Yi Tian worked even more diligently than before, others trained for one hour, and he trained for ten hours. He gave ten times as hard as anyone else!

However, Yi Tian's strength seemed to stop making progress and stopped moving after reaching the early stage of the Second Cloud of the True Qi Realm.

However, Yi Tian did not give up!

But God seems to have played a big joke with Yi Tian, no matter how hard he tries, he just can't cross this hurdle.

After the age of eight, all the disciples of the Jianlan Sect thought that Yi Tian was discouraged by martial arts, so he concentrated on other aspects, such as calligraphy and painting. But who knows, every late at night, after the disciples of the Jianlan Sect are asleep, Yi Tian will secretly run to the back mountain alone and cultivate silently alone-because he never gave up!

This is the heart of a strong man!

With the passage of time, at the age of sixteen, that is, half a year ago, Yi Tian left the Jianlan Sect alone.

Except for a few people who knew the reason for Yi Tian's departure, the others didn't know what Yi Tian was doing at all.

Now, has this once-famous martial arts genius returned?

Boom!

The gong sounds. The person who struck the gong announced, "In the second game, Jian Lan Zong wins!"

As the news was announced, the faces of the disciples of the Blade Sect became more and more gloomy, and their eyes were full of flames as they looked at the happy faces of the disciples of the Sword Lan Sect.

Yi Tian retracted his thoughts, ignoring the anger of the Blade Sect disciples, and looked at them with contempt, "Who else among you will go up? Will you automatically abstain from voting, or will you come up to fight?"

Seven people fought seven people, and now Yi Tian alone has defeated the two of the Blade Sect, and two more battles can be won.

Hearing Yi Tian's shout, all the disciples of the Blade Sect were stunned, and their faces suddenly became panicked, the strongest disciples of their Blade Sect were all slashed by Yi Tian's sword, and they were qualified to fight again?

And fighting again is nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

One of the disciples of the Blade Sect resolutely stood up as a representative, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, "We admit defeat!"

As soon as the words fell, the person who struck the gong was even more timely, and his voice was still loud, "Because the Blade Sect admits defeat, the Sword Lan Sect wins the first game!"

After a pause, the man who struck the gong continued, "The Sword Lan Sect only needs one more win to advance. And the next match will be the Blade Sect vs. ......"

Speaking of this, the person who struck the gong stopped for a while, looked at the members of the referee team on the stage, one of the members seemed to write something on a small note, and then handed it to the person who struck the gong, and the person who struck the gong slowly spoke, "I'm really sorry, this game is the Blade Sect vs. the Spear Lin Sect! Before the game starts, there is an hour's rest!"

Actually, the rules of the game are very simple. The two sects fight each other, and the winner advances, while the loser needs to continue to fight against the other sects until victory.

Of course, if it is two consecutive defeats, then this sect will be completely eliminated! Because the seven major sects can be roughly divided into three sects to face off, and Fang Tianzong, as the host, will directly advance, who will make the family the champion of the previous session?

Just like the Blade Sect, in the battle with the Sword Lan Sect, defeat! Then the Blade Sect can only continue to fight against other sects. If he loses again, then the Blade Sect will be eliminated. Again, only two wins will take place to advance.

Considering that it would be unfair to the sect that had just finished participating, the referee would often leave some time for the sect's disciples to recover.

At the same time, in order to save time, the judges will usually let other sects that have not yet participated in the tournament fight!

Boom!

The person who struck the gong announced, "In order to save time, it was decided by drawing lots, and the Songshan faction fought against the Huashan faction!"

"The disciples of the two sides are on the field!" The tone was firm and unquestionable.

I saw that the disciples on both sides sent their first disciples.

The disciple of the Songshan Sect was a rather burly man, about nineteen years old, with a rugged face covered with a beard, and his appearance was really not flattering.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect were much more elegant, but from his cold and flickering eyes, one could feel that this was a guy who was not worth his life.

The rugged young man glanced at the elegant young man, his eyes were full of contempt, and he said proudly, "Could it be that there is no one in the Huashan Sect to send you out such a waste?"

"Is it a waste, it's not you who have the final say!" the elegant young man snorted coldly, "Zuo Qin, what kind of thing are you?!"

It turned out that the rugged young man was called Zuo Qin.

Suddenly, the rugged young man's face fell, with anger in his eyes, and he held a snake-shaped spear about two meters long!

"Die!"

Zuo Qin clenched his spear and shouted angrily, "The spear shoots cold light with a stab!"

Suddenly, a raging cold light came out from the spear in Zuo Qin's hand, pointing directly at the elegant young man Yue Feng.

"Look for death!" Yue Feng rose into the air, his body jumped slightly, and he skillfully dodged the stab that seemed to be a raging storm.

Yue Feng had just finished dodging, but who knew that Zuo Qin took advantage of the victory to pursue and stabbed again.

Yue Feng looked at it, his eyes shot cold, and he shouted angrily, "Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a silver sword appeared in Yue Feng's hand at some point, extremely powerful. It's so sharp and it's scary.

Huashan swordsmanship, broad and profound!

A sword stabbed out, and Zuo Qin blocked it with a horizontal spear.

He said angrily, "Carving insect skills!"

Boom!

Swords and spears collided, and fire erupted.

The two of them were shocked back three steps by the force of the collision at the same time, but Yue Feng spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Immediately see the highs and lows.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zuo Qin's mouth, he looked at Yue Feng, who was spitting out blood, and said sarcastically, "Just like you, you still want to win me? If you want to win me, practice for a few more years!"

"Really?"

The elegant young man Yue Feng showed a wicked smile on his face, not angry, but laughing, "Do you think you won me? I mean you are stupid and cute, or are you stupid?"

As soon as the words fell, Zuo Qin's body "boomed", and a blood hole miraculously appeared on his body.

"Wow!"

The crowd wondered for a moment, wondering how this was possible, what the hell was going on?

Zuo Qin snorted bitterly, looking at what was happening in front of him, his eyes were full of shock, and then his face was full of decadence, "Am I defeated?

Suddenly, there was a shout in the air, Yi Tian fixed his eyes and saw that it was coming from the direction of the Songshan faction, and the man drank, "Young master, just a competition, how can you be defeated by this kind of thing, stand up, the Songshan faction has no defeated weakling, only the last strong!"

Zuo Qin's body trembled, and the decadent look on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a confident look.

"It's amazing!" Yi Tian was shocked, and in just a few words, he could save people from decadence, how powerful this sound should be.

If there was no such shock, the impact on Zuo Qin would be immeasurable.

Boom!

"In the first game, Huashan faction won!"

Zuo Qin glanced at Yue Feng, and the look of arrogance in his eyes disappeared from the beginning, "Today is my carelessness, and we will fight again next year!"

Yue Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and with his elegant body, the arrogance on his body was also put away, and he looked at Zuo Qin, "I'll wait for you in Huashan next year!!"

Although the arrogance is collected, the arrogance still exists.

Only the sect that wins the final victory in each session can get the right to hold it, and Yue Feng's words are undoubtedly saying that he Huashan faction is the champion of this year's competition.

Where did this madness come from, was he fearless who didn't know it, or was he confident?

Yi Tian saw this scene in his eyes, and his essence flashed, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, "Victory, it belongs to my Sword Lan Sect!"

..................

And in the next game, it was obvious that Yue Feng was there, and the other disciples of the Huashan Sect didn't need to play at all, so they easily won this game.

Boom!

A gong sounded, and the person who struck the gong announced on time, "Next, the Sword Lan Sect will fight against the Qingcheng Sect!

Jianlan Sect vs Qingcheng Faction!

Which sect can win? Is it the profound Jianlan Sect or the rising star Qingcheng Sect?

See!

As soon as the disciples on both sides came on the field, they burned this fighting spirit. Jian Lan Sect has just won a game, and the morale has increased greatly, and Qingcheng, as a rising star, is arrogant and arrogant, and his eyes are full of brilliance!

The two teams are awe-inspiring and-for-tat.

The Qingcheng faction stepped out of a person, that person was dressed in a white shirt, he looked quite handsome, and there was a hint of arrogance in his voice, "Yi Tian, others say that you are the strongest disciple of the Sword Lan Sect, do you dare to fight?"

Yi Tian raised his eyebrows and glanced at the people on the stage, also with a hint of arrogance, "Fighting with you, you don't have that qualification yet!"

"Waste!" The person on the stage scolded angrily, a cold light shot out of his eyes, and he stared straight at Yi Tian, "I will be blind! Just you? Return the strongest disciple of the Sword Lan Sect? Don't think that killing the strongest disciple of the Blade Sect will make you arrogant." The two of them, in front of me, are also two tricks!

As soon as the words fell, the face of the disciple of the Blade Sect sank, and his eyes stared at the Qingcheng Sect and the others, as if they could breathe flames in their eyes.

And these Yu Ran didn't take it to heart at all, and continued to press tightly, "Yi Tian, dare to fight?"

Yi Tian's face was as usual, and he didn't see a trace of nervousness, turned his head to look at Lin Xinran, and said calmly, "I didn't expect the tone of the Qingcheng faction to be not small?

As soon as Yi Tian said this, Lin Xinran was stunned for a moment, and then nodded happily, "Senior brother, I will help you beat him so that he can't find his way home!"

Lin Xinran walked slender and walked straight into the ring, and drank angrily, and the clear voice came, as if penetrating people's hearts. "Say my senior brother is a waste......

"It's just rubbish, how?" Yu Ran didn't care, a female streamer, what was so terrible.

As soon as the words fell, a cold light suddenly appeared.

It's sword light.

It was incredibly fast, as if as soon as Yu Ran finished speaking, maybe before he finished speaking, the sword cut through the sky and stabbed directly at Yu Ran.

This sword is incredible!

Yu Ran's heart shook slightly, and his face was solemn. The long fork in his hand suddenly appeared, and he hurriedly used the Xuan Qi, gathered it at the head of the long fork, and swung it out violently.

But, how can this sword be resisted by a mere long fork?

Lin Xinran was really angry, and those who deceived his senior brother would be punished even if they were strong!

The sword light was almost to the extreme.

Shout.

A sword pierces the sky and pierces the shield of the long fork.

Stab Yu Ran again!

"Ah......" Yu Ran snorted bitterly, "my... Hand ......"

Following the voice, it was a bloody arm, which was cut off alive by this sword.

"Wow!"

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd, and their eyes were full of fear, why was the woman on the stage so strong?

An ethereal voice came, Lin Xinran's lips lifted, and his face turned grim:

"My Senior Brother Yi is a waste, what about you?"