47 You pray that you might not meet me

(Xie Lu Xie "Potsdam" reward and "Mr. One M" update ticket, ask for recommendation votes and collection)

Qingfeng Sword Fighting Event, held every three years, is very, from the master to the outer disciples, all mobilized.

Outer disciples naturally have no qualifications to participate. It's just that some of them will be selected to be temporary attendants, to bring tea and water to the elders in charge, and at the same time, to be able to witness the event with their own eyes, it is like being hit by a pie.

When Chu Duan's eight people came to the inner sword training field, there were already more than 100 people and nearly 200 people gathered here, all of whom were in the main hall.

The inner sword training ground is naturally not as big as the outer sword training field, but it is still extremely easy to accommodate more than 100 people at the same time.

Chu Duan swept slowly, and in the inner sword training field, there was also a circular sword platform with a diameter of twenty meters. In addition, in the four corners of the inner sword training ground about 20 meters away from the sword platform, there are four sword viewing platforms with a height of 5 meters and a diameter of 10 meters.

Behind each sword viewing platform, there is a small staircase that connects to the ground.

"That one is Luo Tianxiong, the head of our Qingfeng Sword Sect. On the sword viewing platform in front of Ling Feng's master's motion, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man with a rugged face sitting on the chair in the middle whispered to Chu Duan, "Those next to you are the elders of the main hall and the elite disciples who are going to participate in the sword fighting event. ”

Chu Duan took a deep look, nodded, and looked at the other three sword viewing platforms, which only had chairs and tables, but they were empty.

"Zhangyuan, aren't these people participating in the Qingfeng Sword Fight?" Chu Duan shifted his gaze and swept over the more than 100 people on the sword training ground who were twenty meters away from the middle sword platform, and asked softly.

"Of course. Ling Feng glanced at it and said with a smile: "These are all inner disciples of the main hall, they are just here to watch. In the main hall, only elite disciples are eligible to participate in the Qingfeng Sword Fighting Festival, and as for our three courtyards, because the most powerful disciples are only eighth-stage cultivators, they are allowed, and there can be two places to participate at a time. ”

"Every time, our three courtyards are just going through the motions. Bishui Palm said with a smile.

"Isn't this unfair to our three courtyards?" asked a disciple of Bishui Academy softly.

"Fairness? In this world, there has never been fairness. A hint of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the Ming Lei Palm, and he sneered and said.

"I can't say that, in fact, the original purpose of the creation of our Inner Gate Three Courtyards was to share the pressure of the main hall, and at the same time, it also formed a kind of healthy competition within the Sword Sect. Ling Feng explained with a smile: "To put it simply, although our Inner Gate Three Courtyards are independent of the main hall to some extent, they still have an inseparable connection with the main hall. For example, when an inner disciple's cultivation breaks through to the ninth rank, he must enter the main hall and become an elite disciple to get a better cultivation. In the final analysis, whether it is the main hall or the three courtyards, there is only one purpose, and that is to strengthen the Qingfeng Sword Sect. ”

"That being said, over the years, this nature has changed a little. Originally, the purpose of allowing two disciples from each of the three academies to participate was to allow them to increase their knowledge, personally experience the gap between themselves and the elite disciples, and have a clearer goal. Bishui Zhangyuan took over and said softly, with a touch of sorrow between his eyebrows: "But now, every Qingfeng Sword Fighting Festival is a nightmare for our three courts, and they will always be ridiculed, and the disciples who come to the stage to fight swords will often receive various blows. ”

Speaking of this, the faces of the four disciples of the Thunder Courtyard and the Bishui Courtyard turned slightly pale, obviously knowing something about this.

Chu Duan was thoughtful and did not answer. ...,

"Don't worry, this time, with Chu Dui here, it will definitely surprise the main hall, if they continue to laugh, then, Chu Dui's performance will slap them in the face fiercely. Ling Feng said with a confident smile.

The Minglei Palm Courtyard surprisingly did not hit Chu Duan, and the four disciples also looked at Chu Duan with sparkling eyes, and the Bishui Palm Courtyard said with a smile and softly: "Chu Duan, you have to perform well, that is not only to win glory for Ling Feng Academy, but also for our two courtyards." ”

"I'll do my best. Chu Duan said softly.

"Let's go up to the Sword Viewing Platform first. Ling Feng Palm Courtyard said softly, and immediately, he led Chu Duan to the Sword Viewing Platform of Ling Feng Courtyard, while the Thunder Palm Courtyard and the Blue Water Palm Courtyard took their two disciples and walked to their respective sword viewing platforms.

Condescending, there is a special taste.

At this time, from outside, a large group of people poured in, attracting everyone's attention, and walked to the three sword viewing platforms, and the old men among them walked up to the sword viewing platforms one after another, because they were all elders of the three courtyards.

"Chu Duan, I haven't seen you for a long time, and my cultivation has improved a lot. Elder Lin greeted with a smile, almost treating Chu Duan as a peer.

The other two elders stared at Chu Duan with shining eyes, as if they wanted to see Chu Duan through.

"Chu Duan has seen the three elders. Chu Duan saluted and said, then looked at Elder Lin and said with a smile: "It took a few months to occupy the sword fighting platform. ”

"Oh, hahaha...... No wonder, but with your swordsmanship, it's not difficult to dominate the sword fighting platform for a few months. Elder Lin suddenly smiled.

The other two elders were even more curious, and there was a eagerness in their eyes that they couldn't wait to see Chu Duan's swordsmanship.

At this time, on the sword viewing platform in the main hall, an old man with a slender figure who was about fifty years old with a sword on his back quickly got up, leaped in the air, his sleeves covered the sky, and landed on the circular sword platform in a graceful and concise posture like a big bird.

"Welcome to participate in the triennial Qingfeng Sword Fighting Festival, which is the 33rd. The elder of the main hall opened his mouth and said loudly, the sound was like a bell, spreading all around, falling into everyone's ears, making people can't help but get excited: "In the past three years, the genius disciples of my sword sect have come out in large numbers, competing with each other, I believe that this year's Qingfeng Sword Fighting Festival will be more exciting than the previous one." ”

"The thirty-third year, three years for each term, ninety-nine years, then the founding year of the Qingfeng Sword Sect is one hundred and ninety-nine years. Chu Duan said secretly.

"As in previous editions, this sword fighting event is still the first three places that can be rewarded. The elder of the main hall said loudly: "The reward is the same as before, the first place can enter the Qingfeng Ancient Cave to comprehend the Qingfeng Sword Monument for three days, the second place can participate in the comprehension for two days, and the third place can participate in the comprehension for one day." ”

When the disciples heard this, they all became excited, and even the elders and the masters of the courtyard showed envious looks, they were envious that they could not participate in the sword fighting event and had no chance to compete for the top three.

It can be seen how attractive the Qingfeng Sword Monument is to them.

"Now, please come to the stage and draw lots to choose your opponents in the first round. After the main hall elder finished speaking, from the side, two disciples strode over with a half-person-high lottery cylinder and stood beside the main hall elder.

"Go ahead. Ling Feng said to Chu Duan.

At this time, on the sword viewing platform in the main hall, one by one the elite disciples flew and jumped, like a big bird, a bat, a swimming fish, each showing their bodies, or straight or swimming, or crossing the arc or gliding, and so on, free ventilation in mid-air, flying to the sword platform in the middle, the posture is beautiful and diverse, attracting people's attention.

The last three suddenly flew out, like three arrows off the string, straight and fast, and sharp, giving people a sense of sharpness of a sword, as if nothing could stop it, and there was no need to breathe. ...,

"Look, it's Big Brother. ”

"There are also the second senior brother and the third senior brother. ”

"The three senior brothers are worthy of being the most powerful of the disciples of our main hall, and their body skills are so sharp and swift, no one can compare them. ”

"In my opinion, the top three of this event must be the three senior brothers, but I don't know which senior brother can get the second and which senior brother can get the second and third. ”

And at this time, Chu Duan, as well as the four disciples of the Thunder Courtyard and the Bishui Academy, leaped up from the sword viewing platform, fell, and then used their body skills to go to the sword platform.

Those four disciples were not enough to support them to leap from the sword platform to the sword platform because of their lack of cultivation, and although Chu Duan's cultivation was insufficient, he had the artistic conception of three winds, and under the use of the wind swimming method, he could easily leap to the sword platform.

It's just that he didn't do it, because Chu Duan didn't want to be so eye-catching.

"Haha ”

"I'm laughing to death, compared to the elite disciples of our main hall, it's like a pheasant on the ground than a phoenix in the sky. ”

"I can't even leap between the sword viewing platform and the sword platform, and I can't even breathe in the middle, so I really laugh to death. What the hell are they here for? Are they here to make jokes?"

All kinds of discussions and ridicule came one after another, reaching the ears of Chu Duan and the others, Chu Duan's expression remained unchanged and was not disturbed at all, but the other four had a great change in face and were a little frightened.

"Don't panic, we're here to learn. Chu Duan said softly, asking the four of them to straighten their minds.

"Very well, there are thirty-one people who participated in the sword fighting in this grand event. The elder of the main hall glanced at it and said, "Now, you take turns to draw lots, and one of them will draw a blank lot and directly enter the next round, No. 1 vs. No. 30, No. 2 vs. No. 295." By analogy, the sum of the numbers of the two draws equals thirty-one, which means that the two of you are opponents, and only by defeating each other can you advance to the next round. Now, the draw begins. ”

When the words fell, the disciples stretched out their hands to the lottery tube, but Chu Duan was motionless and did not fight, and the other four people now became headed by Chu Dui and followed Chu Dui.

At this time, Chu Duan saw a familiar person walking over, it was Wen Renyun, with a disgusting sneer on his face.

"Sure enough, it's you, I guess your Lingfeng Courtyard will definitely send you out. Wen Renyun walked up to Chu Dui and faced Chu Duan with a lofty and proud attitude, his voice was full of threats: "You'd better pray, when you draw lots, the opponent is not me, otherwise, your end will be miserable, Senior Sister Luo will definitely see clearly, you are nothing at all." ”

Leaving a threatening word, Wen Renyun sneered and turned around and walked towards the lottery tube, the four disciples were a little panicked, but Chu Duan was unimpressed.

It's just ants.