As the elders left one after another, these disciples also left in groups, and Zhao Lei directly stood on the Chaotian Sword and flew back to his mansion.

Originally, there were still disciples who wanted to say hello to Zhao Lei, contact their feelings, and want to make friends with him.

But Zhao Lei didn't pay attention to these people, he left directly, and countless eyes were on him.

Stars appeared in Ning Wenyi's eyes, she just watched Zhao Lei's departure quietly, and did not come forward to disturb, she knew that the recent big competition of the sect, if it was not the time for these children to be in love, she should not come forward to disturb.

Time flies, and the night goes by.

Zhao Lei listened to the bell and went to the main peak again, this time there were as many people on the road as before, but the scene he came was different from before.

After nearly half a year of silence before, this time Zhao Lei appeared again, after yesterday's one, everyone saw him with awe today.

Especially not long after the entry, those sword cultivation disciples who practiced swordsmanship, they watched Zhao Lei turn into golden light in their eyes, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Many people greeted Zhao Lei, and even more so, their words were full of stammering.

Zhao Lei had already expected all this, he had already thought of what kind of scene there would be today after being in the limelight yesterday, but he was as indifferent as usual and came directly to the main peak.

Huang Fuyi, as always, was the first to arrive, and after he saw Zhao Lei arrive, he waved his hand to say hello.

Zhao Lei flew over directly, he came to Huang Fuyi's side, Huang Fuyi patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile on his face:

"Senior Brother Mu Xin, yesterday's scene was really a blockbuster, I was very amazed by the senior brother I saw, and I couldn't help but envy it."

"Where can I compare to Senior Brother, I'm just the brick that leads the jade, Senior Brother is the Dinghai Divine Needle of our battle hall."

Between Zhao Lei and Huangfu Yi laughing and talking, Feng Qian and the others had already arrived, but his face was not very good today, and he didn't know what happened yesterday.

After Feng Qian came, he didn't say much, and walked directly to the stage and said:

"Zongmen Dabi, start!"

Yesterday's champions included Zhao Lei, and after listening to the words, they directly drove the flying sword to the stage and stood on top of the ring that belonged to them.

After last night's rest, many people have recovered most of their condition.

Hundreds of disciples are in wheel battles, and naturally it can't be said that one person is challenging dozens or hundreds of disciples, he has only been there that day, fighting against other disciples with the strength of one person.

There is always a rest at night, otherwise if it goes on like this, people are not emotionless puppets, how can they stand endlessly until the end?

Then this is not a sect competition between disciples, and those who don't know think they are choosing the head.

After Zhao Lei came to the stage, he looked around and no other disciples came to the stage to challenge, and the others were fighting hotly, after all, some people couldn't bear it the next day.

But fortunately, this situation was quickly broken, a monk who practiced qi at the fifth level and was also a sword cultivator, he drove the flying sword and came directly to Zhao Lei's ring.

"Senior Brother Mu Xin, when I saw your sword yesterday, I felt emotional, and I have been reminiscing about it since I went back yesterday, so I especially want to ask my senior brother for advice today, and I hope that my senior brother will give me advice!"

"Well said, well said!"

Zhao Lei looked at the sword cultivator in front of him who was holding a long sword, and his tone was sincere and wanted to ask him for advice, and he was also more comfortable in his heart, so he was also ready to fight with him and learn from him.

Zhao Lei comprehended the sword marks in his mind, and his sword dao level had already been improving.

Since others have kindly asked him for advice, Zhao Lei naturally can't be too rude, after all, everyone is watching.

A disciple who is willing to learn from each other and teach each other is much better than the kind of person who draws his sword and cuts people if he disagrees.

No one likes that in their own sect, the relationship between disciples is like fire and water, selfish, and they still hope to be more cohesive.

Zhao Lei knew that many of the elders present, including the head of the sect, must be watching him.

Xiang Jing looked at Zhao Lei, who was full of scars in front of him, thinking back to his sword yesterday, and couldn't help but be excited.

He had been stuck in a bottleneck for a long time in this fifth layer of Qi training, and he couldn't advance an inch for a long time, and even that sword dao level had been stuck there.

But since Xiang Jing saw that sword yesterday, he faintly felt that his sword path seemed to have improved, and the bottleneck had loosened a little.

What's more, after Xiang Jing saw that sword yesterday, his confused sword path and future suddenly became clear.

That's all that matters!

So after Zhao Lei came to power today, Xiang Jing saw that no one challenged, so he immediately came up and wanted to learn from Zhao Lei.

"Senior Brother Mu Xin, please advise!"

After Xiang Jing finished speaking, he stood and faced Zhao Lei.

"Listen to the waves!"

Xiang Jing pulled out the long sword in his waist, only to hear the sound of turbulent waves echoing between heaven and earth, and then the air became wet, and a torrent rolled out from Xiang Jing's long sword, directly towards Zhao Lei.

This scene is particularly like the blue water bottle of the Sancai Daoist, this torrent, but it is not as good as the water of the yellow spring.

Not to mention the water of the yellow spring, as well as the soul of the dragon.

But Xiang Jing's torrent also has a unique flavor, because it contains the sword qi of the Dao, from time to time like a silver fish, wandering in the torrent, if ordinary people don't pay attention, it is very likely to catch his Dao, and this is the sword of practice.

The monstrous blue waves are very vigorous.

Zhao Lei didn't pull out the long sword at his waist, he stretched out his right hand forward, and a huge snowball appeared.

I saw a huge snowball flying forward from Zhao Lei's hand, and then burst in the air, and the snowflakes spread everywhere.

The surface of the blue wave was covered by this snowflake, and it instantly quieted down, and a thin layer of ice formed, followed by a clattering sound, and the thin ice became thicker in an instant.

But it is not completely controlled, and the water is still rushing under this ice, and the ice is also making a sound of cracking.

Zhao Lei's move made others see him differently, not only is his sword way extraordinary, but his spells are not worse than others'.

As far as Zhao Lei's snowball technique is concerned, and his strong mana, he is not even able to do much in the middle of Qi training, which is still the result of Zhao Lei's deliberate suppression.

Otherwise, if he exerts all his strength, this ice layer can be frozen in an instant.

But just a moment of kung fu is enough, Zhao Lei pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the chaotic sword on his waist rubbed out of the scabbard, and then one large, three small and four swords, towards the scene.