"I wonder if there is any other brother who is willing to come to the stage to teach?"

The blue-robed young man stood with his hands in his hands, calming the violent thunder and lightning, his face was gentle, the etiquette was decent, and he did not have the ruthlessness when he shot, and his graceful bearing attracted many women's beautiful eyes to ripple, and the autumn waves were secretly sent.

"How is it? I'm not wrong!" Mu Lan bumped Su Mo's shoulder and whispered: "This Senior Brother Liu Qing is the second son of the Liu family in Chaoyun County, and he has a mid-stage foundation cultivation, and he has a rare single-attribute Lei Ling Root, and he has a profound Lei Fa attainment. It is said that the "Qingguang Sword Technique" he majored in has touched the realm of Dacheng. Half a month ago, when I was performing the mission of the sect, I was besieged by a group of beasts, and I beheaded three demon beasts of the same level, and I fought my way out of the siege, and I was quite famous in the main peak!"

Su Mo gave a thumbs up and quipped: "There are thousands of inner disciples, just pull out two of them, and the senior sister can admire them like a few treasures!"

Mu Lan was not angry, and made fun of Su Mo in turn: "I'm not like you, except for traveling far away is cultivation, as a disciple of the dignified Law Enforcement Palace, but I don't care about the affairs in the sect at all, this is a big dereliction of duty!"

When the two were talking and laughing, the confrontation on the battle platform was in full swing, all kinds of mysterious immortal tricks collided, the wind swept, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the people who watched were dazzled.

"Boom!"

The two figures collided, and the roar began, and under the scorching of the two thunderbolts of purple and blue, the entire battle platform began to shake, and the aftermath was scattered, and the guardian array was forced to manifest, and the runes shone like a galaxy.

"Poof!"

The next moment, Liu Qing flew out of the thunder light, only to see that his whole body was covered with fine sword marks, his face was as white as paper, and after he landed, he was castrated unabated, and his body rolled and fell down the steps.

The aftermath dissipated, Zhang Cheng held the sword in one hand, and said with a light smile: "Senior Brother Liu, my brother missed for a while and failed to contain the sword qi, how about it?"

Liu Qing forcibly suppressed the surging qi and blood, turned over, and said in a calm tone: "Senior Brother Zhang is too worried, this little injury is nothing. ”

Mu Lan frowned slightly, and said with a worried expression: "Zhang Cheng actually sacrificed the natal flying sword, I'm afraid it's troublesome now." ”

Su Mo said curiously: "Very powerful?"

Mu Lan nodded and said: "Zhang Cheng is not comparable to ordinary main peak disciples, he is the eldest son of the first clan in Qiuling County, not only is he a rare sword cultivator, but also the sword skills he has cultivated are great, and his combat power is extraordinary, even among the main peaks where the masters are like clouds, he is also a rare young talent." The most important thing is that the Zhang family is one of the six vassal families of the royal family, Zhang Cheng has been in love with Nangong Youfu for a long time, and now that he has sacrificed his natal flying sword, I am afraid that it will not end easily. ”

Su Mo comforted: "Don't worry, since Senior Sister Feng dares to accept Nangong Youfu's provocation, she must be prepared, anyway, you and I can't help, just watch the play with peace of mind." ”

At this time, Feng Yan fell from the attic, came to the battle platform, and said with a smile: "It's rare for senior brother to have this Yaxing, senior sister, I have been watching it for a long time, and my hands are itchy, how about I accompany my senior brother through a few tricks next?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar, and Zhang Cheng was also stunned on the spot.

Nangong Youfu covered her mouth and chuckled: "Senior Sister Feng, you are the host of today's banquet, how can you have a reason to end up in person?"

"It's just a matter of learning from the same class, so you don't have to take it too seriously. If Senior Sister is interested, why don't you come down and try it too?" Feng Yan smiled, and then suddenly said, "Oh, look at my memory, Senior Sister has not yet broken through to the middle stage of foundation building, if she accidentally hurts the foundation, I am afraid that the opportunity for promotion will be delayed." Alas, what a pity......"

Nangong Youfu gritted her silver teeth secretly, and said calmly: "It's nothing to be sorry for, it's Senior Sister, don't be too careless, be careful of losing this competition!"

Feng Yan's smile remained unchanged and said: "Being able to compete on the same stage with a master like Senior Brother Zhang, whether you win or lose, is a great pleasure!"

Zhang Cheng frowned slightly, and his expression was uneasy.

As a leader in the younger generation, Zhang Cheng has his own arrogance, although Feng Yan has successfully broken through and has extraordinary means, but after all, his cultivation is a small level lower than him, but he took the initiative to challenge on stage, obviously wanting to defeat him by leapfrogging.

This made him feel a kind of annoyance at being despised by him, so he was no longer polite, and arched his hand: "Since this is the case, it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate!"

"Please!" Feng Yan looked solemn, holding a long sword, and his momentum continued to rise.

Zhang Cheng's hands were sealed, the vitality above his head gathered, turning into a white thunder pool, and the long sword in front of him was suspended, clanging, furious and restless, containing the aura of destruction.

Su Mo's pupils shrank, this Thunder Law Immortal Technique that Zhang Cheng used turned out to be the Thunder Sword Technique he was studying, looking at his technique and moves, he had already reached the realm of transformation. The mentality of just watching the excitement immediately became solemn.

Taixuanzong has countless immortal recipes, a wide variety of types, and is all-encompassing. Although there are many inner disciples, they have a wide range of choices, such as the Ben Thunder Sword Technique, which is only suitable for sword cultivation with thunder attribute spiritual roots, and is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and resource-consuming, there are only a few people in the entire Zixiao Peak who cultivate, not to mention finding someone to learn and confirm, even if there are not many opportunities to observe, this time you should cherish it.

Thunder and lightning gathered, and the divine sense locked on Feng Yan's key points, manifesting the phantom of the snakes, and the breath was violent.

Feng Yan was not afraid at all, holding a long sword and approaching, wielding golden sword qi, taking the initiative to kill the snakes, shattering countless phantoms.

In the face of Feng Yan's strong attack, Zhang Cheng seemed to have been prepared, the thunder pool above his head poured out, turning into a thunder shield in front of him, and at the same time, with a flick of his fingers, a little purple light pierced Feng Yan's heart.

Feng Yan's beautiful eyes were full of blue light, and she waved a long sword in her right hand, frost condensed on the blade, slashing out the purple light flames, and the Xuanshui in the palm of her left hand gathered, slapping towards the thunder shield with all her might!

"Boom!"

The two collided, the water light exploded, the thunder and lightning flashed, and bursts of explosions were emitted, with the two of them as the center, rippling layers of Yuan Force.

In the next moment, the two figures staggered, and the sword light cut and sharpened, splashing a series of sparks.

The more the two fought, the more courageous they became, their bodies became faster and faster, and the impact of the Yuan Force formed became stronger and stronger, making the guardian formation shake more than once.

Thunder and lightning intertwined like a sky net, covering the sky above the small courtyard.

The cold air was like a thick fog, and the frost covered the battlefield.

Gathering momentum, thunder rolled down, cold fog rolled up, and collided in mid-air.

Like a chariot rolling, the sound was deafening, the yuan force was agitated, the wind was howling, and the battle platform made of dark iron was shaking and cracking, and it collapsed the moment Zhang Cheng fell.

"Huh!"

At this moment, Zhang Cheng's natal spirit sword seemed to be uncontrollable, broke free from his palm and flew out, swirling like a full moon, and slashed towards Su Mo in the corner.

Su Mo frowned slightly, the middle finger and index finger of his right hand stood together like a sword, pressed the sword body, erased the thunder and lightning on it, and then flipped his wrist, gently pushed the hilt of the sword with his palm, and nailed it to the stone slab three inches in front of Nangong Youfu's feet!

Nangong Youfu's face was gloomy, Zhang Chengji lost just now, but she lost in the hands of Feng Yan, which made her ashamed and angry. Glancing at the two people in the corner of the corridor by chance, he wanted to make Su Mo, an unknown person who high-fived and celebrated with Mu Lan, suffer a loss, let out the depression in his chest, and divert everyone's attention by the way, so as not to make Zhang Cheng too embarrassed. But she never thought that the other party not only reacted sensitively and resolved the crisis lightly, but also nailed the spirit sword in front of her with her backhand.

There are few stupid people who can come to the banquet, and the other party's straightforward counterattack is simply slapping her in the face!

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, and Nangong Youfu was furious, and scolded: "Presumptuous!"

Su Mo looked at Mu Lan, who was halfway up, but sat down again, and Feng Yan, who looked arrogant and expectant in the center of the courtyard, and shook his head, a little helpless and funny.

Walking out of the corridor, Su Mo looked at Nangong Youfu and said lightly: "Presumptuous?" Okay, even if I'm presumptuous, how are you going?"

At this time, Zhang Cheng recalled the spirit sword, walked in front of Nangong Youfu, and said calmly: "Kneel down and apologize to the county lord, and then cut off your own arm, maybe I can forgive you for your rudeness!"

Su Mo sneered: "Not to mention that you provoked first, just because of this contradiction, you want to cut off my arm?"

Zhang Cheng said indifferently: "Are you worthy of bullying?"

Su Mo was helpless, glanced at Feng Yan who was watching the play, and said angrily: "It's all here, senior sister will not raise a battle platform again?"

Feng Yan smiled triumphantly, with a wave of his right hand, the courtyard shook violently, and under the urging of the formation, a boxy battle platform rose from the ground and appeared in the center of the courtyard.

Zhang Cheng didn't rest, jumped onto the battle platform, and beckoned to Su Mo.

Feng Yan stepped off the battlefield and passed by, and when she passed by, Chuanyin advised: "The Zhang family has always protected the short, so don't be too heavy on the junior brother." ”

"Look at my mood!" Su Mo's expression remained unchanged, he walked up slowly, and asked with a smile: "If your strength is low, wait and use some talismans, senior brother shouldn't be to blame, right?"

Zhang Cheng sneered: "As long as you are willing, whatever!"

For most cultivators, the talisman is used to save his life, and the talisman that can affect him is at least a mid-grade spiritual level, each of which is worth a lot of money, how many can there be in front of this unknown person?

Su Mo nodded and said, "I'm relieved." ”

Zhang Cheng sneered, "Boy, if you want to be a lackey under the skirt, you don't have to be in such a hurry, right?"

Su Mo held the sword flower and said lightly: "It's hard to say whether I'm a lackey under my skirt, but you definitely are." ”

Zhang Cheng smiled and said coldly: "Look for death!"