This time, Yang Xian's first opponent is Shen Wanfeng, a person who is very familiar with Dabi, although Shen Wanfeng has repeatedly participated in Dabi, but he has been defeated repeatedly, but his strength is also considered to be middle and upper class in the rivers and lakes, at least much stronger than the disciples of some small sects, Yang Xian does not dare to despise it, and is ready to fight.

Last time, Shen Wanfeng may have suffered a loss from Mei Xiao's sudden attack, but this time, it can be seen that Shen Wanfeng has also made sufficient preparations and looks confident.

In the ring in the center of the square, Yang Xian's sword had already been unsheathed, although the sword was ordinary, but Yang Xian's whole person looked high-spirited and excited.

On the other side, Shen Wanfeng looked a little nervous, there were words in his mouth, and some of them were just a few words, and Yang Xian sounded like he was begging for the Bodhisattva's blessing.

Yang Xian scoffed, it is better to rely on the sky than on yourself!

Regardless of the risk of revealing a flaw, Yang Xian attacked first, tiptoeing, and swept out, shining with a bright and sharp sword, extremely dazzling.

Shen Wanfeng was also shaken, his eyes flickered, Yang Xian had already arrived, so he had to reluctantly parry.

Yang Xian is different from last year's Mei Xiao, Mei Xiao's sword is slower, you can see one move and one style clearly, very open, but you just don't know how to resist, while Yang Xian is more similar to Su Ting, known for his speed and sharpness, even if you want to resist well, there are few faster than them.

Similar to last year, Shen Wanfeng still had the same result, and after a few moves, he was swept off the stage by Yang Xian, but this time, his mood was obviously different, as if he had lost confidence in Dabi in the future, and his expression became a little lost.

Yang Xian walked off the stage, he was not proud, because he had seen more powerful people, although the Shen Wanfeng in front of him was at an upper-average level, it was not enough to make him excited.

After watching other people's games for a while, Yang Xian was called to the stage again, this time, his opponent was Bai Yun, who was defeated by Xuan Feng, Yang Xian couldn't help but wonder a little, why did he meet all the "acquaintances" he had studied?

For the sake of Dabi, Yang Xian learned all the opponents that Xuan Feng and Mei Xiao met last year, and I don't know how many times he practiced in his mind how many times he could defeat them, these opponents couldn't arouse Yang Xian's interest at all, Yang Xian wanted fresh opponents who could sharpen his opponents.

Although Bai Yun has improved a lot compared to last year, he still has a distance from Yang Xian, not to mention that Bai Yun lost to Xuan Feng at the beginning, but now Yang Xian can defeat Xuan Feng without much effort.

Bai Yun naturally knew that this hot disciple on Wuyang Mountain was now, and he also knew that Yang Xian had defeated Xuan Feng in practice, but he did not have the slightest fear, and still faced Yang Xian with his sword, ready to fight.

Yang Xian was also not polite, he was as fast as thunder with a sword in his hand, without the slightest intention of temptation, he was too lazy to waste time on the opponent who had studied thoroughly.

As Yang Xian expected, a few swords down, Bai Yun was a little in a hurry, difficult to parry, Yang Xian unexpectedly used a move in the sun sword technique of its Dao Daguang, Bai Yun couldn't dodge, can only use the sword to block Yang Xian's sword, but the essence of its Dao Daguang move is to use great strength and speed to make a sword, not to give the other party a chance, Bai Yun This way of resisting is very unwise.

Bai Yun was directly swept off the ring by Yang Xian's sword, but it was not over yet, after Bai Yun fell out of the ring, he took more than ten steps back before stopping. Bai Yun was full of shame, and hid directly in the crowd and disappeared.

Yang Xian once again calmly walked out of the ring and sat down, the victory of the two in a row could not stir up a ripple in his heart, he longed for a stronger opponent.

At this time, Mei Xiao, who was standing behind Luo Yi, was about to fall asleep, Mei Xiao was holding his sword in his arms, little by little, like a chicken pecking rice. On the other side, Su Ting kicked Mei Xiao's ass with his right foot hidden behind Luo Yi's chair, and whispered, "Wake up!"

Luo Yi naturally heard it, but he just looked back at Mei Xiao, who had just woken up from a sweet dream, and didn't say anything.

Su Ting smiled, Senior Brother's temper was much better than before.

After a few people joked about it, another opponent of Yang Xian came, this time, Yang Xian finally didn't study it. Yang Xian was a little excited, this time he was finally able to see the profundity of Wuyang's swordsmanship.

But as soon as he came to the stage, he didn't wait for Yang Xian to be excited for long, and only made one move, and the man was so frightened that he retreated a long way, and the second sword was just halfway out, and the man was so frightened that he jumped out of the ring directly, not daring to fight again.

Yang Xian has a black line, this is also a disciple of Wuyang?

The result is naturally no suspense, Yang Xian won, after stepping down, Yang Xian asked and found out that this disciple was just lucky, his first two opponents were either temporary or diarrhea temporarily couldn't come, and won two games by luck, who expected to finally meet Yang Xian's ruthless role.

In comparison, Yang Xian is even more depressed, the opponents he encounters are either studied or too weak, it seems that Yang Xian wants to meet more masters in the big competition, and his plan to learn and hone is almost half in vain.

Yang Xian sat back sullenly, with a disappointed look on his face, but he felt a little strange, this is too much of a coincidence, it is more than so many people, but I just met these few people......

Yang Xian seemed to understand something, he looked at Luo Yi at the top, Luo Yi still maintained the prestige of the head, with a shallow smile on his face, brushing his beard and looking at the disciples who were fighting on the field, as if these disciples were his own children.

Yang Xian couldn't help but whisper, "The heads are all old foxes!"

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