"Tianshan Sword Technique!"

Many disciples in the audience recognized the sword technique that Lu Qi had cast.

The messy sword qi collided with the thick sword qi.

The blue-yellow light was slashed away by the golden heavy blade.

In a loud bang, it seemed that the Tianshan Sword Technique cast by Lu Qi came from behind, breaking the grass cutting sword qi cast by the Golden Hair.

However, just when the golden Tianshan sword qi was about to hit the golden hair.

The blond-haired figure disappeared in an instant.

In the next moment, several afterimages were left in the void on the side of the battle platform, and they appeared on Lu Qi's left back side in an instant.

Lu Qi reacted instantly, but the Tianshan Sword Technique was still being used, and he couldn't take it back for a while.

The blue and yellow sword in the golden hair's hand lay across Lu Qi's neck.

"Take!"

Lu Qi turned around a little unwillingly and said, "I lost!"

The two of them put away their swords at the same time and stood in the center of the arena.

"That Lu Qi's actual combat experience should be much less, but if he can comprehend the Tianshan Sword Technique in the Chengling Realm, his talent is not bad!"

"This blonde hair looks domineering, but it is thick and fine, and it is very good to always grasp the battle situation!"

There were disciples from the Ming Sword Platform and the outer building of the building on the viewing seat.

At the elders' table, a group of elders discussed a few words.

After a while, Pu Songyang's voice slowly drifted down from it.

"Quasi-two people enter the Ming Sword Terrace!"

Hearing this voice, Lu Qi was slightly surprised.

He obviously didn't expect that he would be able to advance to the Ming Sword Platform after he was defeated.

"Thank you, Elder!"

The two of them saluted in unison, then walked back to the spectator seats, returning to their respective positions.

The disciples in the rear couldn't help but move their hearts when they saw this, and secretly said to the senior sister that it was really not wrong, as long as they performed well above the big competition, even if they were defeated, they could enter the Ming Sword Platform.

The disciple, who had some doubts about fairness, had no worries at the moment.

"I'll be on next!"

Behind Zhang Yuni, a male disciple puffed up his breath and stood up.

Zhang Yuni glanced at him and said lightly: "Go!"

The male disciple entered the martial arts arena and immediately chose a disciple on Zhou Ling's side.

Another battle begins.

The Great Match of the Sword Pavilion continued slowly and forcefully.

The morning sun slowly faded from the treetops, and the warm midday sun arrived.

Most of the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion are from the Spiritual Realm, although they have basically comprehended the Dao Intention and fused the natal object, but after all, the realm gap is there, and their battle is much more boring for the disciples of the Ming Sword Platform and the Louwailou who have already entered the Cultivation God Realm on the spectator seat.

Many disciples closed their eyes when they looked at it, and began to practice the exercises.

In the center of the viewing seat, Pu Xing watched intently for a few hours.

Beside him, those disciples of the Xuanlou felt sleepy, and they were very puzzled, this was not the character of Senior Brother Pu Xing.

They were puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask more, so they could only accompany them.

The warm midday sun slowly sets in the west.

A cool afternoon breeze came slowly.

The disciples of Guanxin Pavilion have basically gone to the stage to fight, but only seventy percent of the disciples have successfully promoted to the Ming Sword Stage, of which the disciples led by Zhou Ling account for forty percent, and the disciples led by Zhang Yuni actually account for thirty percent.

The difference in talent is not easy to see in the martial arts arena.

Therefore, even if most of the disciples selected by Zhou Ling were more talented than Zhang Yuni, they still did not have much more.

Of course, this kind of screening rule does not mean that the Sword Pavilion does not attach importance to the cultivation talent of the disciples, after all, the disciples who are not talented can not even pass the new assessment of the Sword Pavilion, and the disciples who can pass the new assessment basically mean that there is no problem with the cultivation talent, and when it comes to the big competition, then there is no need to judge the level by talent, but to comprehensively compare all their abilities.

Moreover, this kind of competition is the fairest for those disciples who have similar talents, and for those whose talents are far beyond those of other disciples, they are quickly discovered and then cultivated.

Elders' seat.

"Didn't you say that the disciples of this year's Guanxin Pavilion have a lot of talents, and they are all very good?" Donglin Lou Si Ling Lan's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and said, "I don't look much different!"

"Senior Sister Si, have you forgotten that the group with the best talent has already broken through the Ming Sword Tower and entered the Ming Sword Terrace, and you will have to wait for the Ming Sword Terrace competition to see it later!" The old face of Han Chuan in the North Sword Tower on the side smiled slightly and said.

"Oh, I forgot about this stubble!" Si Linglan slapped her forehead and said with a smile.

Several elders around her looked at her and couldn't help but smile.

Among the elders, only Xu Chuan frowned, he looked at the disciples on the viewing seat, and it seemed that there was no Chen Changan.

What the hell is this kid doing?

Late to the Sword Pavilion Competition?

Or does he want to be outright absent?

Xu Chuan's mind was disturbed, and the rules of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion clearly stated that the punishment for those who were absent without reason would be confined.

However, with his understanding of Chen Changan, this kid didn't even dare to go to the dojo to listen to the teachings, and it shouldn't be a big deal if he didn't go through the disciple rules when he got started.

Spectators.

Zhang Yuni's face was calm, and she couldn't see her joy or anger, but there was a deep displeasure in the depths of her eyes.

It's not because the number of disciples she brought to the Ming Sword Platform is one percent less than Zhou Ling's, and it's not because the performance of many disciples in today's big comparison is not satisfactory for her.

It's just because Chen Changan hasn't come yet!

The competition of the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion was about to end, and he was still nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that he really didn't take the Sword Pavilion's Dabi seriously?

It's really disappointing!

In the corner of the viewing seat, Li Zhou sat calmly, but the expression on his face was not calm.

After practicing alone for more than two months, there was already a big gap between him and when he first entered the Sword Pavilion, not only in terms of cultivation, but also in his state of mind.

He is Li Zhou, the cultivator Li Zhou, Chen Changan's brother Li Zhou, Li Zhou who also likes Bai Ya girl, and Li Zhou who wants to fight the sword and Yunzhou to be chivalrous and righteous.

He swept his gaze towards the entrance of the battle platform.

Why is Brother Chen still in the future?

Could it be that he had forgotten the time in retreat?

It must be, I hope Brother Chen is in time!

Li Zhou secretly thought in his heart that the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who came to participate in the Great Competition could not leave without permission, otherwise he would have to go outside Brother Chen's cave mansion to remind him.

Minutes and seconds passed.

As the battle between the last two disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion ended, the Elder Seat announced the results.

The martial arts arena was calm for ten breaths.

"Is there still a disciple in the Guanxin Pavilion on the stage?"

Three breaths!

"Since there is no one, then let the disciples of Ming Jiantai start!"

"Elder, the disciple has something to tell!"

Pu Xing, who had been sitting calmly in the center of the spectator seat, quietly walked to the center of the martial arts arena at some point.

He was dressed in a disciple's robe very clean, and bowed his hand slightly towards the elder seat.

Pu Songyang looked at his son below and frowned slightly, and said, "What's the matter?"

He knew that Pu Xing's state was not right recently, and he wanted to wait until Dabi was over to control it, but he didn't expect him to stand up and speak at this time.

Pu Xing's appearance instantly attracted countless eyes.

Whether it is the disciples of Louwailou or Ming Jiantai, they all know Pu Xing.

"The disciple wants to report the disciple of the Guanxin Pavilion, Chen Chang'an, he was absent from the sect competition for no reason, the competition of the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion has ended, and he has not yet reached the battle platform!" Pu Xing arched.

His voice fell.

Countless people's eyes flashed with strange colors.

The second name of Chen Chang'an had also been passed down in the Sword Pavilion a few months ago.

After all, it was the first time that the Great Elder of the Sword Pavilion had introduced a disciple to the sect ten years after he left the sect, and he also beat up the two disciples of Ming Jiantai as a disciple of the Guanxin Pavilion, and he also suppressed them in the Guanxin Lake, so it was difficult to think of being famous.

However, later the other disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion showed their brilliance, and there were fewer rumors about him.

How could he have offended Pu Xing?

Many disciples were puzzled.

The disciple who was closer to Pu Xing understood in an instant, no wonder he looked at the Dabi of the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion so carefully today, he was originally waiting for this moment.

After Zhou Zheng and Han Ming, who Pu Xing called three months ago, were violently beaten by Chen Changan, they thought that Pu Xing would forget it, but they didn't expect that he had never thought about it, but had been holding back the means.

On the spectator seat, Zhang Yuni's beautiful eyes froze, and she looked at Pu Xing with some anger in her eyes, but she didn't show it.

On the elder seat, Xu Chuan stared slightly, feeling a little troublesome.

Pu Songyang's old face condensed slightly, he had heard that his son had a grudge with a disciple of the Guanxin Pavilion, and it was because of that disciple that he made a mistake when he was in Beihai City, but he didn't expect that he hadn't let it go until now.

This made him a little disappointed.

However, disappointment is disappointment, and it is still inappropriate to discipline his son in public now.

Old Pu Songyang's eyes swept to the seat where the disciple of the Guanxin Pavilion was, and said, "Chen Chang'an's mentor is here?"

Zhang Yuni got up, walked to the center of the martial arts arena, bowed her hand slightly towards the elder seat, and said, "Elder Hui, Chen Changan is indeed absent for no reason!"

She has already given Chen Changan enough opportunities.

"Oh!"

Pu Songyang's old face froze, a word came out of his mouth, and the voice spread, instantly making everyone feel that the atmosphere sank.

The air was silent, like the calm before a storm.

Almost everyone could expect that the disciple named Chen Changan would inevitably be severely punished.

This is a blatant violation of the disciple rules of the Sword Pavilion, and it has also been pointed out in public, if it is not severely punished, it will be difficult to forbid.

"Elder, the disciple has something to say!"

At this moment, Li Zhou, who was in the rear, stood up and spoke directly towards the elder seat.

As soon as his voice fell, it immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, let's take a look first!"

Many disciples in the spectator seat looked at Li Zhou with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Although they had heard that there was a disciple named Li Zhou who had broken through the forty-nine-story Ming Sword Pagoda in the Guanxin Pavilion, and they also knew that this Li Zhou was most likely the thirty-third who had comprehended the three thousand six hundred volumes of basic sword techniques through sword strategy, but they had never seen Li Zhou, so they naturally couldn't recognize it.

"Who are you, what do you want to say?" Pu Songyang squinted his eyes and looked at Li Zhou on the spectator seat, he only felt that the young man in front of him was full of blood and energy, and although he only had the cultivation of the Spiritual Extreme Realm on his body, his momentum was not weaker than that of a cultivator in the Cultivation Divine Realm.