Then, Qiu Zhengyang raised his head and persuaded the senior brother with the same words: "This senior brother, now I want to use this Ziyang Sword to fight against you. Just now, you can only be evenly matched with me when you have the advantage of weapons, and now you have no need to fight again, admit defeat yourself!

When Lin Xuanzhen heard his words, he sighed secretly.

These two junior disciples are really, these good words are hard to say, and they sound like provocations.

Sure enough, the temperament of the disciple who was fighting against him also came up, his originally kind expression disappeared, and he said coldly: "Admitting defeat? impossible, then let's continue!"

Qiu Zhengyang nodded, holding the Ziyang Sword to face the battle.

There was a flash of light on the sword, and there was a small buzz like a belligerence, and he actually heard a trace of grievance from this subtle hum.

The disciple who fought against him didn't say much, and came with his sword.

In an instant, the two exchanged a few more moves, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Qiu Zhengyang had the upper hand.

It's not that the disciple is too weak, it's that Qiu Zhengyang is stronger than his sword.

There is no need to worry about whether the spirit sword can withstand the next collision, and Lin Xuanzhen himself is watching from the sidelines, Qiu Zhengyang can't wait to show all that he has learned recently.

The left hand pinched the trick, the right hand held the sword, both at the same time.

Lin Xuanzhen looked at the disciple who had lost the upper hand under Qiu Zhengyang's fierce offensive, but did not admit defeat, and asked Ren Qi with some appreciation: "Who is that disciple?"

Ren Qi did his homework for the sake of the sect, and just by looking at it, he knew the identity of that person.

She said with a little pity: "It should be the senior brother who started eighteen years ago, named Luo Langtian, and his luck is notoriously bad. ”

"Last year, he had a bad stomach, the year before last, his cultivation went wrong, and the year before last, he strayed into a trapped formation used by the elders of the Array Hall...... In short, he has not been able to participate in the sect competition for eighteen years. I was finally able to participate this year, but now it seems that there is no transshipment. ”

Ren Qi brought Luo Langtian's tragic accident of eighteen years together, and he has become one of the legends of the mountain gate of Tianlei Gate in the past hundred years.

This Luo Langtian's luck is not only bad, it is simply ill-fated, and the first opponent is Qiu Zhengyang, who is the strongest new disciple this year.

Lin Xuanzhen couldn't help but wonder: "I think his qualifications are no worse than Senior Brother Qiu, and it takes eighteen years to cultivate to the late stage of foundation building, which is very rare." But this is the first time he has participated in the sect's small competition?"

Generally speaking, the average time it takes for the entire cultivation realm to draw qi into the body varies from long to short, and because there are too many cultivators, no one pays attention to this.

However, it takes an average of fifty years to break through from the gas refining period to the foundation building period, and those who can break through to the foundation building period within twenty years can already be regarded as a genius.

Of course, there is no shortage of geniuses in the Tianlei Gate, so the competition is extremely fierce.

In order to protect the brilliance of new disciples from being overshadowed by old disciples, there is a rule that new disciples who have entered within ten years are only allowed to participate in the sect below the Jindan period.

Ren Qi also nodded and explained, "Senior Brother Luo's participation in the sect's small competition this time was originally not in line with the requirements. Senior Brother Ji, who is still responsible for arranging the small competition of the sect, saw that he had not successfully participated in the small competition for eighteen years, so he specially approved a quota. ”

That's a sympathy slot.

"This year's defeat was at the hands of Senior Brother Qiu, and he won't have a chance to participate in next year's sect competition. ”

No wonder Na Luo Langtian is still fighting relentlessly.

Sometimes I really have to sigh that people's luck is elusive.

Compared with mortals who have no cultivation qualifications and disciples with extremely poor qualifications, Luo Langtian's eighteenth year of seeking the Tao is already in the late stage of foundation building, and it can be said that his luck is against the sky.

For eighteen years, all kinds of accidents are not allowed to participate in such a thing as a small comparison of the sect, and it is not worth mentioning.

But in front of Qiu Zhengyang, who seems to be the pride of the sky, he is so unlucky that he will choke on the wind when he breathes, and he will stuff his teeth when he drinks water.

However, although Luo Langtian's battle situation in the ring has fallen, it does not mean that he will really lose, at most, his swordsmanship is not as skilled as Qiu Zhengyang.

Qiu Zhengyang is in the early stage of foundation building, Luo Langtian is in the late stage of foundation building, and the two small realms of cultivation are not so easy to be filled by the advantages of swordsmanship.

The gap in cultivation between the two means that there is a gap in the amount of spiritual power reserves, and if they continue to fight, Qiu Zhengyang will inevitably be the first to exhaust their spiritual power.

Therefore, Qiu Zhengyang wants to win the opponent in a short time, while Luo Langtian temporarily avoids the edge and adopts a "drag" trick.

You have been coming and going for a long time, and Qiu Zhengyang's own cultivation qualifications are excellent, which means that he recovers his spiritual power quickly.

In this way, if Luo Langtian wants to delay until his spiritual power is exhausted, it will take a long, long, long time......

Seeing that the other three rings are already in their third game, there is still a stalemate here.

Ji Bolun, who presided over the small competition of the sect, signaled the disciples in charge of the referee in the C-shaped ring to stop their competition and ruled it a draw.

The sect of Tianlei Gate is ranked by a point system, and each game has a total of three points.

The winner of the match gets three points, if one of the players concedes directly before the match, the winner gets two points, the loser gets one point, the draw is decided and both sides get two points, and each match bye gets two points.

Qiu Zhengyang and Luo Langtian each scored two points.

Although the two were still a little dissatisfied, if they continued to fight, they would delay the competition in a ring, so they had to make an appointment after getting out of the ring and set up a permanent challenge ring under Xuanlei Peak.

"Senior sister. Qiu Zhengyang and Luo Langtian said a few words, then got out of the ring and walked this way.

It's no wonder that his face isn't very good.

Usually when he performs well, he wants to get the attention of his senior sister but has never succeeded, and it is rare that he is noticed by his senior sister when he performs badly.

He felt that he was even more unlucky than Luo Langtian.

Lin Xuanzhen really didn't give him a good face, and reprimanded with a straight face: "Senior Brother Qiu, the Ziyang Sword is given to you, you can run in with it well, and only by using it more can you give birth to spirituality." If one day the spirit can be born, the grade of this sword will be greatly improved. Don't waste a piece of my mind because of a small loss. ”

"That's it, senior sister, there are so many treasures, you can use it if you give it to you, and you can replace it with a new one if it is broken!" Bai Shuang saw that the immature Tongyin said something quite sarcastic, which attracted Qiu Zhengyang's attention.

Qiu Zhengyang was about to get angry, and when he looked down at the source of the voice, it turned out to be a short white-haired child, but the expression on his face was extremely contemptuous, and it was not something that a child could do at all.

The unhappiness that had just dissipated quickly gathered again, and there was also a bit of shame, Qiu Zhengyang felt annoyed no matter how he looked at this little kid.

"Why do you look at me like this, you just haven't seen the world, little family...... Ouch!" Bai Shuang saw that Lin Xuanzhen had knocked his head with his curled middle finger, so he finally stopped his mouth.

She always felt that she was being pitted by Bai Yiyun again.

"Senior Brother Qiu, this is the son of my old friend, Shuangshuang, I didn't take care of it, don't mind. ”