The two of them laughed, and the old sword fairy waved his hand, just saying: "The inner door master of the outer sect disciples of Qingyun Mountain once a year, I saw it when I came with the master when I was young, and this time I came, it can be regarded as these apprentices called the old man, who have seen the demeanor of Qingyun Zhisheng, and the outer gate is full of talents." ”

Chen Cheng shook his head with a smile, and said to the old sword immortal: "There are many talents, but in the rivers and lakes, there are also many talents now, and I am afraid that among the disciples of Wanjianmen, there are many heroic figures." ”

Sitting on the side of the inch, he smiled slightly, and said to the old sword fairy: "There are many disciples under the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the disciples of the Sword Sect in the world, six or seven out of ten are from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and among the younger generation, they must also be masters." ”

"How can there be so many young masters?" The old sword fairy's eyes did not move, and he stared at Nan Huaijin below, and Chen Cheng saw them, and shook his head with a wry smile.

The old sword fairy's gaze naturally made Nan Huaijin below feel a little uncomfortable, this old-timer's eyes were blazing, and he probed his brain from time to time, Nan Huaijin couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ji Xiang, but he didn't expect that the senior brother Ji Xiang was talking with Li Wei'an seriously, and the outer disciples on the stage all made moves.

"Senior brother, have you seen that old-timer, do you know who he is?" Nan Huaijin tugged at Ji Xiang's sleeve.

Ji Xiang turned his head to agree with her, glanced back at the old man on the high platform, and also shook his head and said: "Senior brother, I haven't seen it, it shouldn't be the senior uncle on the mountain, you look at those disciples behind him, light-colored clothes, I think they are from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect." ”

The disciples of Wanjianmen, they still saw it when they congratulated the imperial concubine on her birthday in Bianjing, Nan Huaijin forgot it, but Ji Xiang still remembered it clearly, and then looked at Nan Huaijin with a strange face and said: "Senior sister, you might as well hide behind Wei'an, look at that old-timer, his eyes have been staring at you." ”

Nan Huaijin also nodded: "He has been looking at me for a long time, Uncle Yicun and Uncle Chen Cheng are talking to him, and he doesn't pay attention to it, staring at me all the time." ”

Li Wei'an leaned over and asked curiously: "Isn't that old guy looking down on my Senior Sister Nan?" What a shameless stinky old man, I just felt that he looked a little thief-eyed, and now looking at him, I feel even more cold." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you see the uncles talking to him as a rule?" Ji Xiang slapped Li Wei'an's head and reprimanded, this kid is really bold, and he is also a bold man who has practiced in Northern Liao, and any kind of character dares to talk a few words, "This kind of big man may have practiced some martial arts to increase his six senses, if the old man hears it, it is indispensable to say a few words to your master, and tell you to clean up." ”

"Master, I'm the young protector of Yunzhou, but I'm not afraid of him. Li Wei'an said and raised his snow-white neck at the old man, and his arrogant head snorted coldly, making a provocative look.

All this is seen in the eyes of the big man in the audience, the old sword fairy's face is fine, and he still smiles and talks to the twenty or so disciples he brought, while Chen Cheng is glaring at that Li Wei'an, this kid is very stubborn, anyone dares to make such a gesture, or an inch of laughter, according to Chen Cheng, who is about to have a seizure, he chooses something good.

"And the rumored appearance, this young man from Yunzhou is really dignified, born gracefully, and his appearance is even more picturesque, with a bit of a fairy look. The old sword fairy touched the long beard he left on his abdomen, and nodded slightly, he has lived for hundreds of years, and he will not be angry for a doll who does not know the importance and is still a naughty child, Su Jue is a person who does not like to be angry, and he will not talk to the two juniors of Qingyun Mountain at this moment, let alone say a few happy words to cause trouble.

Chen Cheng smiled, raised his wine glass and bowed his hand, and then drank it all.

"The old sword fairy has a lot of energy, don't worry about the younger generations, the kid will do it first as respect!" Chen Cheng said, and the inch on the side also picked up a cup of tea in front of him and ate it cleanly.

"The world says that the higher the martial arts, the longer the old monster lives, the more eccentric the temper," Su Jue laughed, took the wine jug and drank it directly into his throat, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "But who knows, old guys like us, have strange tempers, isn't it because of these unsuccessful disciples?"

Speaking of disciples, the old sword immortal was angry, pointing at the twenty or so disciples behind him, and scolded one after another, leaving the two big figures messy in the wind.

The disciples who were scolded by the master lowered their heads one after another, not knowing whether they were afraid of the master's hateful gaze, or worried about the fairy-like girl below who saw how she looked when she was scolded.

"Old Sword Immortal......" Chen Cheng wanted to interrupt, but suddenly there was an exclamation from the stone altar, and the old sword immortal also gave up those disciples who were still hanging their heads, and turned his head to look.

What made the outer disciples who watched the contest cry out in amazement was that on the stone altar, a young man was standing on the high altar, and the man who was fighting with him was already sitting on the altar, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

"Wang Zhibo is defeated?"

"Really, it's fake, and you can fight with Senior Brother Wang to such a point?"

A female disciple stood up and shouted, "Senior Brother Wang!"

......

The corners of Wang Zhibo's mouth overflowed with blood, his eyes were full of surprise, it was too fast, he fought with this person only ten times, in addition to being suppressed, he kicked himself out with the last kick, he was defeated, fell to the ground and gasped, the injury did not seem to be serious, but in fact, the blood in the chest was squeezed in the chest and did not disperse.

What happened to this, even the scholars and teachers who decided the victory and defeat did not react, and the students and teachers on the high platform were also talking about it at the moment, and many people were talking about this martial arts battle in whispers. More learning and teaching is to look up at Chen Cheng, the head of the courtyard at a higher place, these people watched the whole process, and they really didn't find any special problems in the competition between the two people.

But this is the biggest problem, all the disciples and Xuejiao looked at the outer disciple on the altar in confusion.

The outer disciple only had a light green jade flute in his hand, flipped it in his palm, threw it into his sleeve, and his figure stood straight.

"Who the hell is this kid named Pei Qing? Why have you never heard of it?"

"Could it be that there is a demon in the outer gate that has been hidden for many years? Isn't it said that there was once a demon named Yu Hua Nian in the outer gate? In the first few years, didn't Yu Hua Nian also see the depth, only knew that he was talented, and only showed his might when he was taught by the inner door master a few years later?"

"How can you talk about it in general, that demon who defeated three inner disciples in a row is a character who feels strange when discussing it in the outer gate now. The person in front of him just defeated Senior Brother Wang, who was also an outer gate, how could he compare?" someone said.

Yueyun Palace got up and saluted the old sword immortal, then looked at the palm courtyard and saluted: "Wang Zhibo is one of the new disciples included in the outer gate this year, and his talent and martial arts are only below Lu Qiong in the outer gate. ”

"Oh?" Chen Cheng nodded, no wonder these outer disciples were so excited, he knew a lot about Lu Qiong, Lu Qiong's martial arts, among the outer disciples he was in charge of, was indeed a first-class disciple, but he was an outer disciple, he had already broken through the realm of bosom friends in cultivation, and his martial arts were also extremely high, Wang Zhibo and Lu Qiong were indeed the best new disciples in martial arts.

Wang Zhibo was defeated, and he was completely defeated, and even Li Wei'an was taken aback, and pointed to the altar and said, "It's so fast! I defeated this person in just a few moments!"

Nan Huaijin didn't see it, but Ji Xiang also nodded and said: "This young man's martial arts are indeed very weird, not to mention the moves, not to mention the rules, the knife is deadly, if it weren't for this Wang Zhibo to dodge properly, he would have been injured in the first few moves." ”

Nan Huaijin asked puzzledly: "But I remember that the rule of the teacher is that during the teacher's teaching, you must not hurt each other's lives, otherwise you will ......."

"Otherwise, I will break my tendons and cultivate in the library for ten years. Ji Xiang said, this punishment is heavy enough, picking off the tendons, that is, no matter how advanced the martial arts and tricks, they are no longer needed because of the abolition of the arm, and no matter how many mental moves in the library are used.

This rule can not be said to be ruthless, anyone, even the common people who do not practice martial arts, to break the tendons of the hand, it is also equivalent to having no ability to survive.

This person who is still standing on the altar is a dead hand everywhere, and none of the moves are done with the idea of fighting for his life, no wonder Wang Zhibo was in a hurry, and was found by this person and kicked out of the stone altar.

Chen Cheng still decided, and said, "Pei Qingsheng." ”

There was an exclamation from the crowd again, these people didn't expect that the victory achieved by such a despicable act would be recognized by Chen Cheng, the head of the outer gate, and they also said it in front of everyone, shouted by several disciples.

If everyone is like this, then wouldn't the day of the teacher be a death and injury, and in this case, how can the person with the highest martial arts be selected?

"How could Uncle Chen?" Nan Huaijin was also puzzled, according to Uncle Chen's temper, either he would have to compete again, or he would see what opinions his cronies had on Yueyun Palace, but this time, Chen Cheng actually admitted that this Pei Qing defeated Wang Zhibo.

Ji Xiang agreed: "Uncle Shi naturally has his own reasoning, let's just watch quietly." ”

"I see that the disciple named Lu Qiong is very good, he can't help but be talented, and he is the highest martial arts cultivation among the new batch of disciples from the outer sect. ”

Li Wei'an lowered his head and looked at the disciple named Lu Qiong, he was still drinking tea alone, as if Wang Zhibo had lost, and he didn't hear the shouts of those outer disciples.

So much so that those disciples felt that Lu Qiong didn't care about Wang Zhibo's fiasco, but many disciples in the outer sect knew that here, the young Lu Qiong, who had the best relationship with Wang Zhibo, was very happy, but now that Wang Zhibo had failed fiasco, Lu Qiong was very happy.

The red-clothed people can be seen everywhere, fighting with hundreds of Qingyun disciples on the mountainside, hundreds of dead bodies have been lying on the ground, and they are gradually covered by the flying snow, learning to teach Liu Gan can only entangle with those red-clothed swordsmen, one sword and one sword, Liu Gan does not know how many swords he swung out, how many thieves he killed, but those red-clothed swordsmen kept killing from the foot of the mountain, these Qingyun disciples struggled to resist, while under the leadership of Liu Gan, formed a sword formation, and retreated backwards.

From time to time, some people did not guard against the knife skills of the red-clothed swordsman, broke the skin and flesh, and many key points were cut and fell in a pool of blood.