As if encouraged by the song on the viewing platform, Chen Wenbing's wide sword robe suddenly bulged, and his clothes fluttered.

His whole body was full of energy, and his already white face was even more revealing a color of mutton fat jade at this moment.

Fat jade treasure phase, Yuanyi body protection, the cultivation of the triple peak of the day after tomorrow is fully revealed.

The long sword in Chen Wenbing's hand slowly raised flat, pointing at the opponent ten meters away.

His opponent, Xia Yan remembered that his name was Mao Xueyi.

According to the previous bulletin board, Xia Yan knew that this person was also a triple peak cultivator, but at this moment, he couldn't see it at all.

I saw that this Mao Xueyi was thin and small, his face was sallow, standing unremarkable, and a pair of inverted triangular eyes did not look at Chen Wenbing, but obliquely glanced at the referee's slowly raised right hand next to him.

His long sword was still in the scabbard at his waist, his left and right shoulders were down, and his right hand was holding the hilt behind his back.

Gu Zhantang also looked at the situation on the stage, and shook his head at this time: "Don't look down, the outcome has been decided." ”

"What if." Xia Yan said softly.

"No in case." Gu Zhantang said, "I have fought Mao Xueyi before, and I know his details.

He cultivates the art of drawing swords, and victory or defeat is a sword.

You can see that he is all over his body, and he doesn't show any qi at all.

This is the posture of the triple pinnacle.

Look at Chen Wenbing again, he is not called in a state of imminent war. ”

"What's that called?" Xia Yan asked.

"The cat was trampled on its tail and fried." Gu Zhantang said lightly.

Xia Yan laughed, and then asked, "You shouldn't lose when you fight against this Mao Xueyi, right?" ”

"Drawing the sword, I, Gu Zhantang, am the ancestor." Gu Zhantang pulled a strand of messy hair from his forehead to the back of his head, "Can you still lose to him?" ”

"Awesome." Xia Yan nodded.

"But...... The realm gap was too big, and after I won, I went back and lay in bed for ten days. Gu Zhantang muttered softly, "The injury is not serious, but no one takes care of me, and I almost starved to death." ”

After a few words between the two, the referee on the stage raised his hand high and fell.

The sword fight officially began.

On the viewing platform in the northwest suburbs, with the sound of a drum, the "Yuqing Trap Song" also entered a climactic movement.

The group of young masters in Wushan Town were swaying all over their bodies, but their subordinates were not chaotic at all.

Xiao Cui danced the sword in front of her, and she also began to shine brightly, and the whole person turned like a spinning top.

And then it all came to an abrupt end.

The stepped seats, everyone played and played, still watching the movement on the sword fighting platform.

I saw Chen Wenbing attack with a sword, and Mao Xueyi drew his sword.

The scene suddenly came to a standstill.

The two stood face to face, limbs staggered.

Chen Wenbing's sword was sideways avoided by Mao Xueyi, and his wrist holding the sword was pinched by Mao Xueyi's left hand.

And the tip of Mao Xueyi's sword is on Chen Wenbing's heart.

As long as he stabs one more inch forward, Grand Prince Chen will see you again in the next life.

Fortunately, two fingers caught the tip of the sword, preventing the sword from penetrating.

The referee on the field withdrew these two fingers, and then reached out and patted it, dispersing the strength of Mao Xueyi's left hand and lifting his left hand:

"Mao Xueyi wins!"

"Wow!"

In the stands on all sides, there was a thunderous round of applause.

Only on the viewing platform in the northwest corner, this group of young masters in Wushan Town, you look at me, I look at you, it's very quiet.

Xiao He reacted relatively quickly, and pointed to the banner on his head: "Don't hang it, put it away first." ”

Only then did everyone come to their senses, and they collected the banner of "Chen Wenbing in Wushan Town will win", rolled it up and stuffed it into a wooden box.

"You don't need to put it in a box, you won't need it in the future, it's burned." Xiao He waved his hand.

"Yes, Chen Wenbing lost too fast."

"We haven't finished the song yet, it's a disappointment."

"We've been playing this song for days!"

"That's it, I wanted to come here to show my face......"

"Burn, burn, burn!"

Everyone gossiped and began to burn banners to relieve their hatred.

When Chen Wenbing returned to the viewing platform, he happened to see this group of people burning banners.

Chen Gongzi's whole person was wilted at this moment, and he didn't say anything, and sat back beside Xia Yan dejectedly.

Xia Yan looked at him and persuaded: "Anyway, you have also been counted in the preliminaries, and you exchanged swords with your opponent, and your opponent narrowly defeated ......."

"Is this still called a narrow victory?" Gu Zhantang said lightly on the side, "If it weren't for the referee's intervention, he would have died on the stage." ”

"Just say a few words." Xia Yan said helplessly.

Gu Zhantang ignored Xia Yan's dissuasion, and said, "Chen Wenbing, how does the pseudo-Yuan Dan taste?" ”

Chen Wenbing was stunned after hearing this, and then looked at Xia Yan: "What did you tell him?" ”

Xia Yan shook his head.

"You don't need Xia Yan to tell you, who can't see it?" Gu Zhantang pointed to the group of young people behind him, "I don't believe you ask them." ”

Chen Wenbing was even more surprised, and turned his head to look at the group of juniors in Wushan Town.

"We already knew." Xiao He smiled, "Senior Chen, you are as lazy as us in practice, why is your realm rising so fast?"

I must have eaten the pseudo-Yuan Danbei.

But my old man inquired about this thing, and it was quite tricky.

The realm can indeed rise, but it is only for a while, and the effect of the medicine will slowly dissipate.

At most, one month, what realm you originally had, and what realm you still had later.

If you think about it, it's only a month, the realm has been up and down, how can you still practice swordsmanship, so you can't count on actual combat at all.

Moreover, this thing still has a bad foundation, and after eating it, there is no hope for the innate realm.

Although there are only a few of us, there is no hope in the original innate realm, but there is still a thought.

Your dad may not understand the doorway and has been deceived.

In fact, a pseudo-Yuan Dan, a thousand taels of silver is about the same......"

Xiao He just said this, and other broad-minded young people discouraged him:

"Xiao He, don't go on."

"That's right, Senior Chen's family runs a restaurant, and it's normal for Old Man Chen to not understand this kind of way."

"Anyway, I think it's worth spending a thousand taels of silver to buy a ticket to the preliminaries."

"Yes, I think it's worth it."

"Senior Chen, your father's money was not spent in vain."

Chen Wenbing's whole body was wooden at this time, and he muttered: "But my father spent 100,000 taels ......."

Now, the viewing platform was quiet again.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I want to laugh but I feel a little inappropriate, hold back.

Xia Yan rolled his eyes and said, "Wen Bing, half of your family's property is only 100,000 taels?" ”

"Every time you reduce your life, you can increase your money when you meet goods." Chen Wenbing touched his face, "If you don't say it's a little more expensive, it doesn't show the friendship between our brothers." ”

"I'm glad I didn't fall for you." Xia Yan shook his head and said, "If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't have swept the stall." ”

"Don't mention it, you're just sweeping." Chen Wenbing touched his throat and wanted to cry without tears.

"Hey......" the madman Gu beside him sighed, "What a bunch of waste ......"

……

There was chaos on the viewing platform, and everything was normal in the sword platform.

It was almost noon, and the eight sword fights had already ended.

Seeing that the ninth game is about to start, Xia Yan is the tenth game.

Looking at these eight sword fights, Xia Yan has a bottom in his heart.

is similar to his previous judgment, this group of students who participated in the preliminaries are very solid in cultivation, but their swordsmanship is relatively immature.

The sense of battle is also generally weak, and the fights are a bit casual.

It's no wonder that the students in the school palace are mainly engaged in cultivation, and sword fighting is just a way to verify cultivation, not a real life-and-death struggle.

Among the sixteen students in eight sword fights, Mao Xueyi is an outlier.

Xia Yan himself, in that extremely realistic virtual world back then, although life and death were not real, his feelings about life and death were 100% simulated.

And precisely because life and death are not real, whenever you fight, you will inevitably meet life and death.

Xia Yan, the No. 1 Sword Immortal in the Flood Wilderness, did not sit in the cave and cultivate, but killed all the way.

In his eyes, the swordsmanship in the fivefold realm of the day after tomorrow, the method of fighting is the method of fighting, and the method of refining is the method of refining, two different things.

Practicing is to practice and maintain health, while fighting is to kill.

And in the Ten Thousand Swords Academy, the two are chaotic, or if they take care of both, it would be nondescript.

He still had some scruples before, the opponents in the preliminaries were all above him, and there was a gap in physical ability, so he was not qualified to stay.

And if you really go all out to play the style of play in the "Spiral Sword Strength", it is easy to die.

It's just a sword competition, and it makes blood hula, and it doesn't end well.

But looking at this referee today, Xia Yan was relieved.

This Innate Realm Academy Sword Cultivator is strong enough to judge the winner or defeat at a critical moment and stop himself.

At this time, seeing that the ninth game under the stage had started, Xia Yan stood up and wanted to wait.

A few young men led by Xiao He ran over and surrounded him in the middle.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Chen Wenbing shouted, "Xia Yan is going to end, don't get in the way." ”

Xiao He is in his early twenties, not tall, and his facial features are very delicate.

Cultivation is not very good, and the realm is at the peak, but when it comes to playing the piano and making music, writing lyrics and singing, it is a good hand.

Especially the anti-string of Tsing Yi Danjiao, according to Chen Wenbing, it is a must.

The young man spoke softly at this time: "Senior Xia Yan, that's the case, Senior Wen Bing just left, and before we finished playing a tune, he was finished."

You see, the members of our band are all seniors in Wushan Town.

Everyone is like-minded, I am not talented for many years, and I am temporarily the artistic director of the band......"

"You pick up the important ones." Xia Yan pointed to the sword fighting platform, "It's almost over there." ”

"I know, this matter may be a little difficult for seniors......" Xiao He rubbed his hands, his face was a little embarrassed: "After the seniors are gone, can you hold on for a while and let us finish the song?" ”

Xia Yan couldn't cry or laugh for a while, and nodded: "I'll do my best." ”

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