Li Changfeng took a deep look at the Qianchen Sword again, as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend for many years, and said slowly: "Ming'er, although you now have a magic weapon like the Qianchen Sword, but your heart is shallow, and it is difficult to exert your power, so no matter what, remember not to be careless in the competition!"

Jiang Ming held the Qianchen Immortal Sword tightly, and the faint gentleness on it was filled with all the muscles and veins, and it was an unprecedented sense of comfort. But at this moment, he still didn't dare to despise the master's admonition, and said in a low voice: "The disciples have all written it down!"

Li Changfeng looked at the dignified and quiet Yu Xinshuang next to him, and glanced at Li Mengru again, and suddenly a fire rose inexplicably in his heart, and scolded: "And you!" After that, he ignored everyone and strode towards the T-shaped platform.

"Ugh....... Hmph!" Li Mengru looked stunned, stomped her feet angrily, looked at Chen Zhiyi with an aggrieved face, and said coquettishly: "Mother! Look at Dad, what's wrong with me?"

Chen Zhiyi was ridiculed just now, and he was still dissatisfied in his heart, so he stroked Li Mengru's shoulder and said angrily: "Who knows what's wrong with him, it's inexplicable." ”

......

The selection is in full swing, and now there are 25 people who have entered the third round, plus 26 people who have byes in the second round, and the competition is not far from the end.

When everyone arrived at the venue, Yu Xinshuang left alone because she had to deal with emergencies.

Chen Zhiyi looked at the slender back in the distance, couldn't help sighing, and asked, "You all know the schedule for the afternoon, right?"

"I know, but I'm competing with my junior brother at the same time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see my junior brother holding this fairy sword with his might. ”

Looking at Li Mengru with a disappointed look on her face, Jiang Ming said stupidly: "Senior sister, have you forgotten what Master just said? ”

Li Mengru snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Then you should admit defeat as soon as possible, don't lose with this sword at that time, it will be even more embarrassing!"

Jiang Ming was stunned, this change of face was really faster than turning a book, and it was estimated that it was time for him to touch the competition, so he said respectfully: "Master, then I will also go to the competition." ”

Chen Zhiyi said softly: "Go, fight hard, I'll go see your senior sister first, and I'll see you later." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Ming answered and walked towards the C-shaped platform. The Qianchen Sword in his hand seemed to be active as well, and the black lines were faintly flowing with blood-red light.

"Jiangming No. 87 vs. Wang Meng No. 96"

Jiang Ming, who was holding a weapon for the first time, and was a member of the divine soldier, couldn't help but get nervous, but the sword in his hand seemed to be unbearable, and a wave of anger spread.

Wang Meng asked Senior Brother Jiang for advice. ”

Jiang Ming took a light breath and arched his hand: "I hope Senior Brother Wang will show mercy." As he spoke, the sword slowly unsheathed, and it appeared in the world again.

This hatred has been deep for many years......

Ten thousand people admire immortals and have tasted all kinds of hardships in the world. The past is gone, and the heart is stiff......

In that blood-red world, the wind blows the yellow sand, how desolate and desperate his heart must be!

"Zheng!" The wind was surging, the sword body emitted black and red light, and the corpse full of eyes suddenly flashed in front of Jiang Ming's eyes, and he seemed to be in it at that moment, and even heard its heart.

In this trance, Wang Meng was already in front of him, and the long sword slashed across his eyes. The Qianchen Immortal Sword subconsciously raised it and slowly greeted it. At this moment, the red light on the sword was beating wildly, as if telling its longing.

There is only destruction, only death and silence, and a sword burns the mountains and rivers!

The sword was handed out, and in that moment, it was like eternity. The next moment, it was already a red tide, rushing towards Wang Meng. In that wind roaring, Wang Meng was like a lonely boat in the huge waves, waiting to be destroyed, annihilated, and devoured!

Jiang Ming was full of warmth, the long wind was flying, he didn't belong to himself at this moment, although the past had been cut off, the hatred was hard to sell. This sword, this fairy sword, has sunk! The surging power released is urging, driving the lost young man, as if this sword can be cut down to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Is that possible...... I...... What's going on......

No!

Jiang Ming hesitated at that moment, he resisted, and his heart was full of red light. This sword is unstoppable!

Suddenly, a cold breath slowly surged from his abdomen, rushing towards the hot blood boiling in his heart. The two forces are like thousand-year-old ice and nine days of fire, meeting and blending, and slowly returning to calm.

"Zheng!" The Qianchen Immortal Sword stopped abruptly, only two inches away from Wang Meng's forehead, and the sword seemed to be roaring unwillingly, stirring up the air current, blowing Wang Meng's black hair.

Heaven and earth are silent!

Wang Meng, who was covered in cold sweat, opened his mouth, and his voice trembled slightly: "How ...... Thank you for your mercy. ”

Jiang Ming seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and after settling his mind, he immediately put away the Qianchen Immortal Sword, and said astringently: "You...... You okay. ”

The audience suddenly exclaimed, covering up Wang Meng's response.

"What kind of immortal magic weapon is this!"

"This ...... This is a real divine soldier!"

Elder C-shaped suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he actually lost his mind at the moment of life and death on the stage just now, fortunately there was no accident, otherwise he would be to blame. Then he intriguingly glanced at the divine sword in Jiang Ming's hand, cleared his throat and shouted: "This one, No. 87 Jiang Ming, win!"

Jiang Ming walked off the high platform in a daze, and at this time, many disciples surrounded him, and their hot eyes were staring at the peerless divine weapon that was shining, and they were still unsatisfied. He turned a deaf ear to the noise around him, and walked towards the B-shaped platform indifferently.

Looking around, the B-shaped platform was even more lively, perhaps because of the shadow on the stage, he glanced at the crowd, and found Chen Zhiyi, who was engrossed, and slowly walked forward.

"Master. ”

Chen Zhiyi followed the voice, was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "Ming'er, why are you here, is it over so soon?" At this time, Jiang Ming didn't know why, he didn't have a trace of joy of winning, and his mind was full of the turmoil at the moment when the sword was released.

"How can I ...... the competition" Chen Zhiyi looked at Jiang Ming, who was full of worries and had a complicated expression, and hurriedly turned his mouth and said softly: "It's okay, we are already very happy to be able to enter the third round, neither your master nor I will blame you, you don't have to be sad." As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Jiang Ming Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Shi Niang's endless gentle eyes, and said in a low voice: "Shi Niang! ”

"Uh...... Really?" At this moment, the dignified Ru Chen Zhiyi was also surprised, looked at the serious face in front of him, and said angrily: "You, why didn't you say it earlier, so fast, I thought it was ......."

Saying that, Chen Zhiyi also meowed a glance at the Qianchen Immortal Sword in Jiang Ming's hand, and said, "I knew that you would not disappoint your master." ”

Jiang Ming said embarrassedly: "No matter what, it's all the credit of this sword." ”

Between the two talking, the game on the stage has reached a critical moment, and they can't help but look at the battlefield together. I saw Li Mengru's goose-yellow figure tossing and turning, with a coquettish shout, the yellow light on the sword was scorching, and the other party was beaten and flew out.

"Hehe......." The corners of Li Mengru's mouth rose rather proudly, leaving everyone with a playful smile. Then, without waiting for the elders to announce the results of the game, they swept to the audience like a swallow.

"Mother!"

Chen Zhiyi glanced at Li Mengru, who ran over like a child, and said, "Look at you, you can't slow down." ”

"Are people happy to win!" Li Mengru pursed her lips and turned her head and said, "Senior brother, how are you?"

Jiang Ming looked at the playful girl in front of him, and the haze in his heart also dissipated, revealing a shy smile, "I won by luck, thanks to this sword." ”

Li Mengru glanced at it and said in surprise: "Is this sword really that powerful?"

"Cultivators should not only pay attention to the mind, but also have a good immortal magic weapon. The Qianchen Sword in your junior brother's hand is a divine soldier, and it has spirituality, and it has the same mind as the master, so it is naturally like a tiger with wings when used. Chen Zhiyi drifted around with Li Changfeng in his early years, and he naturally had vision.

Li Mengru looked at the sword in Jiang Ming's hand with envy, and said stupidly: "Alas! I had accepted this sword earlier, wouldn't it be rampant in the world." ”

"Senior sister. Jiang Ming subconsciously handed the sword out, in his heart, maybe this sword was too precious and mysterious, or maybe it was just because of the woman's words.

Li Mengru tapped his forehead with a jade-like finger and said, "This sword is powerful, but it's too ugly, I can't look down on your senior sister!"

Chen Zhiyi smiled and said softly: "Although a good divine weapon has a great effect, it does not mean that you are invincible in the world if you hold it, the most important thing is the depth of personal cultivation." ”

Li Mengru didn't hear it, and said with great interest: "Senior brother, let's go back, I'll teach you swordsmanship." ”

"Good. After speaking, Jiang Ming looked at Chen Zhiyi and asked what she meant. The latter shook his head and said, "You guys go back first, I'll wait for your master to be with you." ”

The breeze is breezy and the sun is warm and warm. Looking at the backs of the two who were far away, Chen Zhiyi showed a relieved smile.

......

After Jiang Ming and Li Mengru returned to the Heart Cultivation Palace, the two came to the pond next to the small bamboo forest. Looking at the layers of bamboo forests, Jiang Ming inexplicably thought of the lonely figure under the bright moon.

"Hey, what do you think!"

"It's nothing, how is Senior Sister going to teach me?" Jiang Ming asked expressionlessly. Li Mengru's eyes sharpened and made sure that there was nothing abnormal, so he said slowly: "The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, and the sword theory is very deep, divided into a series of main swordsmanship such as point, collapse, stab, split, teasing, hanging, and cloud. There is a way that the sword is the green dragon sword, the sword should be peaceful and good, the qi should follow the sword, the eyes look at the tip of the sword, the qi is heavy and the feet are steady, the body hair must be natural, the line is like a flying swallow, the fall is like a stop wind, the harvest is like a tidbit, and the thorn is like a steel nail......"

Hearing Li Mengru's eloquent words, Jiang Ming couldn't help but be a little confused, and interrupted: "Senior sister, I know all this, I was listening to it when the master taught you." ”

Li Mengru smiled awkwardly, and said again: "No matter what you practice, you must have a strong physique, and exercise requires accumulation and perseverance......"