Liuyun Sect, covered with rain.

On the stage, the atmosphere became more subtle.

Since Mo Qingyu's defeat, some disciples turned around and flew straight away from the martial arts platform.

In their eyes, there is only Mo Qingyu.

As for the others, winning or losing is not so important.

This psychology produced another peculiar phenomenon that made the elders laugh and cry.

The battle on the martial arts stage was dark, but the eyes of the disciples were not on the contestant.

Their eyes invariably stayed in the direction of Mo Qingyu.

In their opinion, no matter how wonderful the fight is, it is not as good as Mo Qingyu's figure.

Xie An regained his composure, and he watched quietly, standing alone in the corner.

He stayed away from the stands and chose to lie alone in the corner of the stage.

The rain flowed down Xie An's clothes into silver-white silk threads, which showed his loneliness even more.

The white-clothed disciple's moves were ruthless, and their every move was full of cunning.

Xie An looked at it, and he felt that it was not without a trace.

He watched, analyzed.

It's probably two virtual swords, one real sword.

The virtual sword feint, coupled with the limited vision of the rain curtain, forced the disciples who were fighting to be physically and mentally exhausted and miserable.

After the disciple's breath or mental disorder is disturbed, the real sword will slash him with one sword.

Its moves are ruthless and never dragging.

Xie An observed like this, wanting to see the law of reality and reality.

With the screams of the disciples on the stage, this round of competition ended.

Another white-clothed person came to the stage, and Xie An continued to observe.

"If it's a sword technique, it's more of a strategy."

Xie An suddenly realized.

He looked at the sword qi of the white-clothed disciple and faintly felt that something was not right.

These disciples' moves are very strange, to be precise, weird.

Xie An couldn't see the way of swordsmanship, so he continued to study the virtual and real routines.

It didn't take long for him to discover the clues.

The virtual sword is only for feints and attracts attention, so the moves of the virtual sword are exaggerated.

The real sword is not, the real sword is very real, fast, stable, and accurate!

"Fast, steady, accurate?"

Xie An recalled the teachings of Master Cheap.

For a while, he suddenly realized, as if he had a sense of clearing the clouds and seeing the light of day again.

The disciples on the stage were quickly defeated, and the corners of their mouths raised in white clothes, which made people shudder.

"These white-clothed law enforcement halls are too scheming, they usually don't show their faces, and they will kill if they shoot."

"Yes, the routine is ruthless, and it must have killed people."

"Look, the Tianjiao of Shenmu Peak has come to power."

The eyes of the people were full of anticipation, and they wanted to see the picture of the defeat of the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Shenmu Peak, Wei Tao!"

Wei Tao had a leaf on top of his head, and the leaf was exaggerated, shielding Wei Tao from a lot of raindrops.

If you look closely, the leaves are not floating in the air.

Its branches protruded from its robe, as if it were growing on its back.

"It turned out to be Wei Tianjiao, your Shenmu Peak is not good at attacking, everyone is a senior brother, I think, you can admit defeat directly."

Wei Tao's face turned red, he stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, and said shyly: "That, senior brother, I'm in a hurry to ......"

The corners of the white clothes on the opposite side twitched, and he immediately clenched the long sword and flew away.

No sooner had he lifted his feet off the ground than several branches stuck out.

It's a pity that Bai Yi's speed was too fast, and before the branches could be restrained, Bai Yi disappeared in place.

Wei Tao couldn't hit a blow, and cast the spell again, but he pounced again.

The white-clothed disciple suddenly turned around and galloped towards the left front.

Wei Tao's face was displeased, and his breath instantly became a little chaotic.

It was the first time he had missed.

Offstage, the disciples squinted, and they vaguely felt that Wei Tao was not an opponent.

The white clothes of the law enforcement hall were too cunning, and Wei Tao had missed three times in a row.

"Even the body method is two virtual and one real?"

Xie An frowned, and he looked at the third prince with doubt.

The third prince looked leisurely at this time, and he was shaking his head gently, as if humming a little song, immersed in the comfortable time of the afternoon.

Liu's father-in-law's figure disappeared again, without a trace.

The whereabouts of these people are unpredictable and suspicious.

Gonggong Liu is not a person without cultivation.

Xie An would even be suspicious of Gonggong Liu, feeling that he had deliberately suppressed the realm.

A prince travels to the country, if he says that there are few masters around him, Xie An will not believe it.

What made Xie An feel strange was that if Gonggong Liu was a cultivator, he would at least bring something to store.

Now, Father-in-law Liu has disappeared twice, not to prepare refreshments and eat.

This place is the Liuyun Sect, could it be that the head and the elders really don't have the slightest doubt?

Sneaky, sneaky.

This kind of behavior is really familiar.

Yes!

The law enforcement hall on the stage must have received the guidance of Gonggong Liu.

The moves are both cold and immoral.

strung together, Xie An figured it out.

He no longer stared at the three princes, but continued to look at the martial arts platform.

On the stage, Wei Tao's figure became more and more embarrassed.

Under the strange swordsmanship of the white clothes of the Law Enforcement Hall, there were many sword marks on Wei Tao's body, which were no less than Mo Qingyu's injuries.

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding disciples couldn't sit still.

The two great heavenly arrogances can't suppress the madness of the Law Enforcement Hall?

"Come angry, I really don't want to see the Law Enforcement Hall so spirited!"

"What can you do? Tianjiao is defeated! ”

"How can the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall be so strong, doesn't it mean that they only know how to slap horses?"

"It's strange to say, in the past, the sect was smaller, and the law enforcement hall was almost eliminated in the first round."

"Senior brother, I'm a little afraid to look at it."

As he spoke, the situation in Yanwutai was settled.

Wei Tao, who was exhausted of his aura, collapsed to the ground, and the next moment, he was kicked off the stage by the white-clothed flying feet of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The sect is not too formal, and the two rounds of competition are very close, and it is difficult for the disciples to have enough time to recover their aura.

This is also the good intentions of the head.

In a life-and-death battle with the enemy, there will be no chance to recover the aura.

"Tianjiao? Hum! But Erl! ”

Bai Yi glanced at it with disgust, ignoring Wei Tao who had fainted.

The disciple of Shenmu Peak panicked.

Elder Tian personally stepped forward to heal.

Today's battle is too unexpected.

The two great Tianjiao were all slashed and bruised, and the sword cultivation disciple was killed by Xie An with a sword, and he almost lost his life.

The white-clothed man of the Law Enforcement Hall raised his head, and when he passed in front of the three princes, he bowed and saluted for no reason.

Where is his figure still human, like a dog wagging its tail.

"As an outsider, unexpectedly!"

"Law Enforcement Hall, it turned out to be a dog raised by His Royal Highness?"

The crowd was furious.

The law enforcement hall bowed in white clothes, not worshipping etiquette, but ruining the face of the Liuyun Sect.

"Get down, get down!"

"I don't have such a brazen person in my Flowing Cloud Sect!"

"If you are greedy for power, why do you want to stay in the land outside the party!"

"Expelled from the sect!"

In mid-air, several elders looked displeased, but Elder Han was like a spring breeze.

Qingxuzi's face is still breezy and calm, which makes people unable to see the mood.

At this time, a white-clothed person came to the stage, and everyone looked at it, but it was Han Lingfei.

Immediately afterwards, Xie An took a deep sip of the spiritual pulp and cautiously climbed into the ring.

On the spectator seat, all the disciples patted their heads: "It's over, your face is going to be lost!" ”