Zhao Yueru and Lin Shujian are old rivals, and with her understanding of Lin Shujian, she knows that Lin Shujian's previous swordsmanship was not so subtle at all.

This time, Lin Shujian's swordsmanship can reach this level, which is indeed very remarkable.

One thing to say, this year's Lin Shujian is indeed a great improvement compared to previous years.

Zhao Yueru in the ring frowned slightly, and Meng Fan under the ring also frowned slightly.

Lin Shujian's sword seems to be perfect, but in fact it is very imperfect!

"This kid, he's in a hurry." Meng Fan sighed slightly.

As soon as he came up, he shot with all his might, leaving no spare strength, which is what only needs to be done in a life-and-death struggle.

This kind of competition is not a real life-and-death struggle after all.

In the first collision just now, if Lin Shujian goes all out to hit the backhand, leaving no room like this, he has a great chance of winning.

This time's first move......

Just over easy to fold.

In the ring, Zhao Yueru's brows furrowed slightly, followed by a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"Reckless!"

She shook her figure, showed a subtle body technique, and did not fight Lin Shujian, but chose to avoid this sword.

She admitted that Lin Shujian's sword was very exquisite, and it was indeed a little more subtle than her own swordsmanship.

It's a pity that the master who performed this exquisite sword technique was not subtle.

"Ugh." Meng Fan, who was watching the battle from the audience, sighed and shook his head.

Nie Wuji, who was not far away, also showed a trace of pity in his eyes.

With an existence of a realm like his, you can already see the winner in advance.

Lin Shujian has already been defeated.

In the ring, after Zhao Yueru dodged Lin Shujian's sword, she seized the moment when Lin Shujian's sword power was not enough, and brazenly slashed out of the sword.

This sword slapped Lin Shujian's wrist.

Suddenly, the long sword in Lin Shujian's hand fell off and fell to the ground.

Defeated!

Lin Shujian's face suddenly became very complicated, with regret and unconvincing.

He could feel that if Zhao Yueru had just had a hard fight with himself, then it must be Zhao Yueru who lost.

Pity......

But there's nothing to say, the battle is not a wrist break, whoever has the most strength wins.

I really didn't think about it enough, I was too anxious, and I made a big mistake in judging the timing of the shot.

There's nothing wrong with losing!

"Shout out and listen." Zhao Ruyue looked at Lin Shujian with a smile on her face.

"Senior Sister Zhao!" Lin Shujian shouted helplessly.

I am willing to gamble and lose, and this cannot be relied upon.

Anyway, Zhao Yueru is one year older than herself, and she doesn't suffer a loss by calling her a senior sister, hum.

Lin Shujian picked up the sword, walked out of the ring, and came to Nie Wuji.

He bowed his head in shame and said, "I'm sorry, Master, the disciple has disappointed you." ”

Nie Wuji patted Lin Shujian's shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, your swordsmanship has improved a lot, and that's enough." As for winning or losing, you don't need to pay too much attention to it, it's just a competition! ”

He Feihong on the side also said to Lin Shujian: "The young man's swordsmanship is very good, he has a great future, and the future is promising." ”

The existence of their realm is very vicious, and it can be seen at a glance that Lin Shujian's swordsmanship is indeed stronger than Zhao Yueru.

This time it was completely lost in the brain.

But whether to say it or not, sometimes the brain is indeed more important than the strength!

"Zhao Heng, you will go on the next game." Nie Wuji said to Zhao Heng, the third disciple beside him.

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Heng walked straight to the ring in the center of Yanwu Square.

He Feihong didn't do any tricks, and when he saw that Nie Wuji had sent his third disciple Zhao Heng, he also sent his third disciple.

After Zhao Yueru won the first game, He Feihong's disciples had a bigger chance of winning, and they didn't need to do any tricks.

It didn't take long for Zhao Heng to be defeated.

He, like Lin Shujian, faced Nie Wuji with shame on his face.

Nie Wuji was also comforted and did not blame.

Immediately, four disciples from both sides came to power.

After two consecutive defeats, Nie Wou-Ki had little to look forward to this fight.

Fortunately, as he himself said, it really doesn't matter if you win or lose, it doesn't mean anything.

The two four disciples in the ring began to compete, while He Feihong turned his head to Nie Wuji and said:

"Old Nie, are you really going to lock that big disciple of yours to death in the Sword Shrine? He's your most proud disciple! ”

When it comes to Meng Fan, Nie Wuji's eldest disciple, even He Feihong, an outsider, feels pity.

Because Meng Fan is indeed a rare genius, at least a few of his personal disciples, none of them can compare to Meng Fan.

Every time he sparred, his eldest disciple Sun Changxing was suppressed by Meng Fan.

If you want to say that you don't envy at all, that's also against your will.

However, this kind of envy is also meaningless, instead of envying other people's disciples, it is better to work hard to train your own disciples well.

But in this situation, such an excellent disciple as Meng Fan was imprisoned and died in the Sword Shrine, and even He Feihong, an outsider, felt a pity.

"It's inevitable that you will be punished for making mistakes." Nie Wuji said calmly.

"Aren't you distressed?" He Feihong rolled his eyes.

Should I say it or not, if Sun Changxing made such a mistake, he would definitely defend it and would not let his disciples suffer this kind of crime.

It's a big deal to pretend to be ruthless and expel from the teacher, and then continue to teach in secret.

To be honest, he was really a little surprised when he heard that Nie Wuji had stripped Meng Fan's natal flying sword and sent it to the sword mound.

How can your own disciples be so bad?

Aren't you distressed?

When a disciple makes a mistake, the master should be responsible for teaching and bringing him back on track.

As the saying goes, knowing mistakes can be changed, and good is great!

Blindly punishing, this is not a qualified master.

Teacher, preaching, receiving karma, solving doubts and educating people.

Education, that's the most important point!

"Am I not distressed? Of course I feel distressed. Nie Wuji glanced at He Feihong and said helplessly: "But what about being distressed?" As the head of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, I should always give an explanation to the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, right? ”

"Okay, you are great, you are selfless, and you are really 'happy' to be your disciple." He Feihong rolled his eyes at Nie Wuji.

At this point, he really didn't agree with Nie Wuji.

But he also misunderstood Nie Wuji, after all, Nie Wuji didn't give up Meng Fan, a disciple, he even went to the Heavenly Pill Holy Land to seek the Source Divine Pill for Meng Fan.

This is to pull down the old face to beg, the key is to ask for it.

The only fly in the ointment was that Meng Fan didn't seem to need that Source God Pill too much.

It's outrageous!

Until now, he couldn't understand how Meng Fan's kendo foundation had been restored.

Even if he is a Cactus Sect, with extremely high vision and rich experience, he feels that this is an extremely outrageous thing.

But he is an extremely enlightened master, and he doesn't ask questions about secrets like this that belong to his disciples, giving them enough privacy space.

In this world, there are many people who are masters, but there are really few masters who can do this.

"In this life, there are some calamities that are destined to be experienced, and I believe that they can be reborn through them!"