Li Xiu didn't care about his contempt and ridicule, nodded at the disciples of the academy, and then walked towards the Sword Pavilion by himself.

Liang Xiaodao followed behind him with an umbrella, and all the disciples looked at each other and gritted their teeth and followed, after all, Li Xiu was coming out for the academy, and whatever they said they were going to follow.

Dozens of people braved the heavy rain to walk in one direction, and the scene was not spectacular, but it was also very unusual.

During this period, he passed by the place where the disciples of the academy were staying, and then a person couldn't help but be curious and ran out with an umbrella and asked.

After learning the ins and outs of what happened, he joined the crowd without saying a word, and followed behind.

Then more and more disciples knew the cause and effect and came out.

The team of dozens of people gradually spread to more than a hundred.

The people who came out later were holding umbrellas, but gradually they threw them on the ground, and no one knew why they did it, and they couldn't think of a reason to do so, but the first umbrella was thrown on the ground, and then all the umbrellas were thrown on the ground.

The disciples stood in the rain and walked forward, the rain soaked their clothes, and the ground behind them was covered with paper umbrellas, bamboo orchids and autumn chrysanthemums.

Only Liang Xiaodao and Chu Heng were still holding umbrellas.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, the same group of people stood here motionless in the heavy rain, these were all people who were stopped by Chu Heng.

Not only new students, but also old students.

The old students above Cheng Yiyi did not participate, because if they win, they will not win, but just like the chess academy teacher, the new students were humiliated by the entire academy, so they also stood in the rain.

This is not love.

Because there is not much communication between the old students and the new students, it is natural that there is no love or righteousness.

This is just a ceremony, a ceremony for the disciples of the academy to share the suffering.

It is also the dissatisfaction of the old students with the newcomers.

This heavy rain is just ordinary heavy rain, even if it gets heavier and heavier, it is still just rain.

But when the rain falls, these people who water it are different.

There were two more familiar faces in the crowd, Zhong Liang and You Yiren.

The Sword Pavilion teacher squatted under the eaves, holding chopsticks in one hand and a large bowl in the other, with hot oily noodles in the bowl, sucking and eating happily.

More than a hundred people walked towards this place There was a lot of movement, he just raised his head and squinted, then his eyes paused on Li Xiu's face, showed a smile, reached out and took out a bottle of aged vinegar and pepper noodles, sprinkled it in a large bowl, and lowered his head to eat.

Zhong Liang saw Li Xiu's face, and then determined that it was the direction of the chess courtyard, and the gloom on his face disappeared and a smile appeared.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Chu Heng holding an umbrella with a cold face, so he determined Li Xiu's purpose for coming here.

Then the smile on his face became wanton and insolent.

Tang was born arrogant and arrogant.

You Yiren's face sank, she didn't want to see Li Xiu.

But she lost to Chu Heng in the way of the sword, and she was also a Chengyi monk, so she naturally had no face to enter if she lost.

Can only stand in the rain.

The footsteps of more than 100 people gradually stopped.

Liang Xiaodao put away the umbrella, Li Xiu reached out and dragged the bear fat on his waist and threw it on Liang Xiaodao's body, then walked to the door of the Sword Pavilion and pulled out the sword on his waist.

"If Your Highness regrets it, you might as well admit defeat and apologize to your junior sister, it's still too late. ”

Chu Heng also threw the umbrella on the ground and said in a cold voice.

The academy disciples in front of the Sword Pavilion were stunned when they heard this, and some of them couldn't understand it.

What does that mean?

Could it be that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World wants to compete with Chu Heng?

You must know that Chu Heng is a Chengyi monk, even though His Highness has won one in the village, but it is only a competition between the first realms, which is very different.

So someone walked up to Liang Xiaodao's side from the rain and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness is impulsive, why don't you stop it?" If he doesn't make a move, we can still say that His Highness is not there in the future, this time the Mei will contain water, and now His Highness loses, we really don't even have an excuse." ”

Liang Xiaodao glanced at him, and then said, "Since he wants to do it, he won't lose." ”

"How to win the initial battle?"

The disciple asked a little anxiously, but the expression on his face froze as soon as the words fell.

Afterwards, more than 100 academy disciples all looked at the figure in green shirts in disbelief.

Zhong Liang couldn't help but take a step forward, and You Yiren's pupils shrank, a little incredulous.

And equally unbelievable was Chu Heng who was standing opposite.

The smile on his face and the contempt in his eyes all converged at this moment and disappeared.

He couldn't believe it either.

Because at this moment, Li Xiu was unreservedly blooming with the breath in his body, the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and countless raindrops fell on the blade and shattered into powder.

That's the breath of promise.

Li Xiu had already broken through the initial realm and entered the second realm of cultivation.

How long has it been?

You Yiren has a calm face, from Li Xiu's ability to practice until now, it has only been four months.

In four months, from an ordinary person stepping into the initial realm, and then stepping into the promise.

Since ancient times, no one has ever practiced so fast.

"It seems that the rumors are true, and you have indeed obtained the inheritance of the upside-down sky. ”

Chu Heng squinted, and the sword in his hand tightened.

Li Xiu didn't answer and took a step forward.

"But even if it is promised, it is strong and weak. ”

Chu Heng said again.

Li Xiu still didn't speak, because all the words before the start were nonsense, and in the end, it still depends on the result, the victory or defeat.

So he didn't pause and took a second step.

Chu Heng also stopped talking, holding his sword and waiting for the opportunity.

The collision between sword cultivators often does not last long, and the victory or defeat may only be in the blink of an eye.

Li Xiu took the third step, and a drop of rain fell on the corner of his eye, wetting his eyebrows.

He blinked.

Then Chu Heng moved.

A sword was in the air, cutting away the rain, the tip of the sword was glowing with cold, and the rain was knocked away by the long sword as if it had raised a bit of ink, which was a little good-looking, and stabbed straight at Li Xiu.

This sword is very fast, the three saints are cultivating the hanging pot to help the world, but there are three grass saints, medicine is one of them, chess is two, and the sword is three.

Therefore, this sword is very strong, and the Youyi people in the rain have a pale face, and they recognize that this is the famous sword pen and ink of the grass saint.

She was defeated by this sword.

Blinking is the action of closing and opening your eyes.

Li Xiu closed his eyes, and Chu Heng stabbed out this sword pen and ink.

Li Xiu opened his eyes, and the sword had already arrived in front of him.

A disciple of the academy in the crowd let out an exclamation.

His eyes were still as calm as they were.

The sword pierced his chest, piercing through his chest and peeking through his back.

The faces of the disciples of the academy changed drastically, and the Sword Pavilion Instructor was choked by the oil splashing his face, and his tears flowed out.

Chu Heng's eyes showed sarcasm, this sword only pierced the position of the shoulder, naturally there would be no fear of his life, he wanted to pull out the sword with his arm force, and at the same time raised his kick and kicked out, intending to kick Li Xiu away and end this competition.

But the sword was not drawn, and the foot was naturally not raised.

Because Li Xiu's sword was put on his throat through the rain somehow.

How did that sword do it?

The heavy rain kept washing over the two, and the blood on Li Xiu's body flowed down and fell to the ground, and the rain also fell on Li Xiu's hands, and the little flower became more and more vivid.

It also landed on his sword, bounced up on the sword body and landed on Chu Heng's face.

The face was pale, and there was horror in his eyes.

Swapping lives for lives, how dare he?

The dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the Sword Pavilion Sect finally coughed up the chili seeds in his throat, and Li Xiu looked at him.

He lost.