As the leader of the alliance, Ren Zifei sat beside Yuyan Zhenren, but it was Yuyan Zhenren who spoke, he was just a deaf person's ear, just a decoration.

If Yuyan Zhenren was in trouble, he asked Ren Zifei: "Zifei's nephew, what do you mean?" ”

Ren Zifei casually responded to the two sentences perfunctory, he knew that Yuyan Zhenren was actually just asking casually, no matter what kind of answer he received, he would finally follow his own ideas.

The day before the competition, the players from all factions arrived, but the Siberian Tiger was afraid of the mountain and no one came, everyone panicked, could it be that they encountered an accident again?

It must be known that in previous martial arts competitions, Tiger Fear Mountain was always the first to arrive.

I had the heart to send someone to ask, but the Tiger Fear Mountain was more than 6,000 miles away, and it would take half a month to go back and forth, and the martial arts conference would be over early.

When it was dark, the disciples guarding the mountain gate came to report that the tiger was afraid of the mountain, and when they came to the Daoqing Palace, they were just ordinary disciples, and none of the head Zhu Wanli and his personal disciples arrived.

Yuyan Zhenren was strange and asked, "Why didn't Zhu Zhangmen come?" Is it delayed on the road? ”

The disciple saluted and said: "I wish the head of the sect to know that the real person has this question, and the disciple replied according to the original words: In the battle of the Xisha Desert, none of the disciples brought by the Tiger Fear Mountain survived, and the door was slaughtered by the Demon Dao, and there was no disciple left for me, who do you want me to take over to compete?" ”

Everyone was devastated and devastated

Yuyan is really humane: "Then why can't he come by himself?" ”

The disciple said: "The disciple replied in the original words of the master: I was afraid, bowed my head, and admitted defeat, but I really had no intention of fighting for that level again." ”

Yuyan is truly humane: "Who doesn't know that Zhu Wanli is bold and ambitious, and he is not afraid of death, how can he be afraid of such a small setback?" ”

The disciple said, "The head of the family said: I am a lonely man, with no wife in the room and no children under my knees, so why should I be afraid? But there are still thousands of ordinary disciples in my mountain, and I am afraid that if I leave, they will let the people in the demon path chop up the minced meat. ”

Yuyan is really humane: "This year, Tongtian Island is going to come to the mainland, according to the past practice, the top five in the competition will be selected by the fairy, and they will become immortals on the island. ”

The disciple said: "The head of the sect: My disciples are all dead, I can't protect them, I'm already a sinner, what kind of immortal will I become?" Let's be a good person. ”

Everyone sighed.

Yuyan Zhenren sighed, stopped talking, gave the disciple some entanglement, and let him go back.

Hu Fearshan abstained, and the remaining six factions, there were only more than 20 elders in the division, and only 50 or 60 disciples in the disciples, which was all the elite of today's righteous path, and this martial arts competition was the most depressed in hundreds of years.

Of course, there were thousands of ordinary disciples on Magpie Mountain, standing around the ring to watch the battle, lined up neatly, cheering and shouting; There are various flags planted on all sides, gongs and drums are sounding in unison, and the performance is also very lively.

First of all, the disciples competed, and the opponent was determined by drawing lots, and Ren Zifei ranked sixteenth, and the opponent was the disciple of the Airen Temple.

Airen Temple is the second largest faction of today's righteous path, the strength was once indistinguishable from the magpie gate, but now it is not the same as in the past, the Xisha Desert battle, the temple of the four "none" word generation of high monks, the loss of the highest combat power of the two without desire and no fruit, the remaining two without seeking and without merit, but the combat power does not dare to compliment.

There is a joke among the people, the four monks of Airen, the desire for the fruit is the most, the merit of two, everyone can retreat, it can be known that there is no master in the Airen Temple.

At the same time, the headquarters of Airen Temple was slaughtered by the six immortals of Wangxian Ridge, and most of the masters of the "to" generation died in battle, and the rest were not very good.

At this point, the second major sect of the righteous path has been reduced to a mediocre sect overnight, and its strength can no longer be compared with Magpie Mountain.

The most beautiful monk who fought against Ren Zifei, who was sixteen years old, was the apprentice of Master Wuqiu the year before last, if he was placed in the previous session, he would not even be qualified to participate in the competition, of course, if he was placed in the previous session, Ren Zifei would not have this qualification.

But now there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king, if the disciples are still selected according to the strict standards of the past, then this conference will be even more unattractive.

Although Ren Zifei has received Xu Qingya's guidance and has made great progress in his practice, he is still very far behind the senior brothers, and he is not even as good as Li Yuan and Pu Chaoying.

He thought that he must be at the bottom this time, but after hearing Master Yuan Kuo say that the strength of this most beautiful monk must not be his opponent, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, even if he was at the bottom, it was best not to be at the bottom, and he still had such a tall identity, how many pairs of eyes were staring at.

Although Yan Mo is the elder of the disciples of the Magpie Sect, she is still a disciple for other sects, and she is still young, so in this competition, she is classified as a disciple.

Her senior sister Qi Mu'er is classified as an elder, she is now the new palace master of the Dragonjade Palace, and she has hundreds of years of cultivation, if she argues with her disciples, it is really inappropriate.

Because it is a randomly selected opponent by lot, the strength is often unequal, the competition is carried out quickly, the strong meet the weak, and the three or five moves will be known, and it will be the turn of the fifth general superhero after a while.

Pu Chaoying's opponent is the disciple of Nu Ma Chuan, this person is in his thirties, he is the personal disciple of Jiang Zhongyu, the head of Nu Ma Chuan, and has participated in a seven-faction martial arts competition, although he has not achieved a ranking, but the threshold for participation in the past is quite high, which shows that his strength cannot be underestimated, and then he practiced for ten years, and Pu Chaoying has only practiced for seven years in total.

The people of Magpie Mountain couldn't help but cry out for Pu Chaoying, and Yi Jinxiu couldn't help but feel sorry for his apprentice, but Pu Chaoying smiled and said: "It's okay, I didn't want to win, I just learned from my colleagues." ”

After the deacon was named, Pu Chaoying slowly walked up the steps to the temporary pine plank ring, stood in the middle of the stage, leaned slightly, and saluted the audience, saying: "Teachers, senior brothers, I am Pu Chaoying, a disciple of the Magpie Sect, this is the first time to compete, I know that I am shallow in learning, and there is no win or loss in my heart, just to learn, I hope you will give me a lot of advice, I am grateful!" ”

At this time, a tall and thin man walked out of the crowd under the stage, he didn't take the steps, his body jumped slightly, and he floated to the stage, arched his hand to Pu Chaoying, and said: "Angry Ma Chuan forgets the danger, please advise Senior Brother Pu!" ”

Pu Chaoying saluted An Wangwei again and said, "Magpie Gate Pu Chaoying, ask Senior Brother An for advice!" ”

A gong sounded, and the competition began, but both of them stood still, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but wonder.

Pu Chaoying saluted again and said, "The elder first, the young second, Senior Brother An, please!" ”

An Wangwei smiled: "I drew this lot, I really can't bear to play against Senior Brother Pu, after all, I am more than ten years older than you, but the rules are like this, then I will let you make three moves." ”

Pu Chaoying said: "Senior Brother An doesn't have to be like this, just do it, I can learn one and a half moves, which is the greatest luck!" ”

An Wangwei said: "It's really inappropriate, it's better to ask Senior Brother Pu first!" ”

The deacon shouted, "The hour has come, and if you don't do anything, you will abstain!" ”

Everyone in the audience also shouted, "Let's fight, it's going to be dark if you don't fight again!" ”

Pu Chaoying had no choice but to strike first, he slowly pulled out the long sword on his back, pointed obliquely to the sky, and said, "Senior Brother An, then I will be rude!" ”

A sword slashed down, and the sword swept under An Wangwei's feet.

An Forgetfulness stood still.

Pu Chaoying took up his position, and another sword slashed down in mid-air, the sword was soft, like a ribbon, and he easily avoided it.

Pu Chaoying then stabbed out another sword, but he didn't exert all his strength, and the sword was full of friendship.

Everyone can see it clearly, knowing that An forgetfulness has given up Pu Chaoying's three moves, but Pu Chaoying does not take advantage of this, and it can be regarded as a courtesy exchange, and they can't help but secretly applaud this young man.

However, in An Wangwei's view, Pu Chaoying's move was full of contempt, he believed that Pu Chaoying was by no means his opponent, so he let him make three moves, and after he won, others said that he bullied the small with the big and won without force.

But Pu Chaoying didn't accept this feeling, which meant that he didn't put himself in his eyes, and couldn't help but be angry, and said secretly: "Don't let your little doll taste it, you really don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is!" ”

After three moves, An Wangwei smiled and said, "Senior Brother Pu, take it!" ”

Flicking the hilt of the sword on his back, the long sword was unsheathed, flying into the air, An Wuwei flew up to catch it, and several swords were stabbed out in a row, and seven or eight sword rays stabbed towards Pu Chaoying from all directions.

Although he was smiling, he made a ruthless move, thinking that instead of grinding foreign work with him, it was better to win him straightforwardly, so that everyone knew that the two had a huge difference in strength and a good face.

Yi Jinxiu, who was sitting on the stage, was taken aback, and said in her heart, even if you are powerful, you shouldn't make such a killing move when treating a junior disciple whose cultivation is much worse than you, right?

looked at the fish in the river not far away, and cast him a look of "look at the good apprentice you taught", and he was also slightly uneasy when he saw the fish in the river.

Yi Jinxiu secretly sighed, ready to go, if Pu Chaoying's life is in danger, he will rush up to save him, this is a competition, not a real battle, to save his apprentice who is in danger, it is not a violation.

Pu Chaoying didn't panic at all, his face didn't change, he raised his sword and pointed at it, and when he spun it, he stirred out seven or eight sword rays, which fell vertically from the air, and knocked down the sword that was forgetful of danger on the spot, fell to the ground, and turned invisible.

An Wangwei was taken aback, he thought that even if Pu Chaoying could barely avoid his offensive, he would be embarrassed, he only needed to make one more move, and he would be able to force the other party to the stage, but he didn't expect the other party to resolve it so easily.

Magpie Gate, as expected, is not in vain, even such a young disciple is so good.

I didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and I calmed down to fight.

Yi Jinxiu breathed a long sigh of relief, stroked her chest, smiled with satisfaction, looked at Jiang Zhongyu again, and threw him a look of "look at the good apprentice I taught", Jiang Zhongyu's face was a little embarrassed.