He knew very well that Zhao Jingque was not his enemy, but his fellow disciple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His enemy is the Ghost Sect, the Demon Dao, and all those who are behind the scenes in the hope of biting off a piece of flesh from the corpse of their Hidden Sword Pavilion!

So there is no need for him to deliberately humiliate the other party after defeating the other party and hitting the other party's self-confidence, it is too petty, if he doesn't even have this amount of tolerance, the elders will be in vain. Moreover, it is true that in his previous life, Zhao Jingque did create a lot of embarrassment and trouble for him at the beginning, but later, after the mountain gate was broken, the two of them became friends in the same boat, so it was impossible for him to let Zhao Jingque get off the stage too much.

"Song Mingting wins," the wolf owl Daoist was the first to react after being stunned, he first glanced at Song Mingting, announced the results of the competition with an expressionless face, and then said to Zhao Jingque, "Okay, you two go down quickly." He was reminding Zhao Jingque, lest he make a fool of himself again.

After being reminded by the wolf owl Taoist, Zhao Jingque woke up like a dream. His face was blue and white for a while, very ugly, and he pinched a sword trick to take the flying sword back, but he didn't know that the flying sword was affected by the sword qi of Yuequan, and after flying up, he shook it a few times, and actually fell back again. This time, Zhao Jingque's face became even more ugly.

At this time, a person came out of the crowd, it was Pan Yuanshan.

Pan Yuanshan walked to Zhao Jingque's side, looked at Song Mingting with a pair of eagle eyes, and said: "Senior Brother Mingting has a good method, and he has actually practiced the Yuequan Sword Qi, which really makes Shi Bei treat each other with admiration for three days! I hope you can be so lucky in the future." Then he took Zhao Jingque's flying sword back with a move, and then he patted Zhao Jingque's shoulder and said, "Let's go." ”

Pan Yuanshan asked him to go, although Zhao Jingque's face was still blue and white for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything and left obediently.

In the crowd, Friday Yuan looked at Pan Yuanshan and Zhao Jingque who came down, pursed his lips, and his face was a little gloomy: When his junior brother heard that Song Mingting was able to defeat a few of them before was actually because he secretly inspired the Qianjun Sword Talisman, he immediately believed it, and worked hard for a while, and worked hard to train the Mountain Wolf Sword Finger to the fourth layer, just waiting for the shame on this day.

However, his junior brother sharpened his knife, but he didn't think so. His strength is much stronger than that of Zhao Jingque and the three of them, and his understanding of cultivation is naturally much deeper. He knew very well that with the gap between Song Mingting and his cultivation, even if he used the Qianjun Sword Talisman, it would be absolutely impossible to defeat him.

This is very unconscionable. What's more, this is not the key, the key is that Song Mingting felt very wrong to him at that time, as if he was a different person, that kind of indifferent, overlooking the killing machine of all beings, it should definitely not be something that Song Mingting could send.

So after the incident, after several hesitations, he finally told the matter to Master Youfeidao. After listening to his words, his master also became suspicious and deliberately made a calculation, but the result of the calculation showed that he did not find anything wrong with Song Mingting, and Song Mingting was neither taken away by anyone, nor did he awaken the memory of his previous life.

But even so, his master believed his words. This is the main purpose of the wolf owl Daoist arranging this play today. And judging from the battle between Song Mingting and his junior brother just now, although there was nothing suspicious about the fact that "as soon as the Yuequan sword qi came out, his junior brother was defeated like a mountain", the fact that Song Mingting practiced the Yuequan sword qi itself was very abnormal.

Friday thought so.

Song Mingting glanced at the two people who returned to the crowd. In the crowd, Pan Yuanshan's face no longer had his usual seriousness, he rubbed Zhao Jingque's head, and bowed his head to comfort something. Song Mingting took his gaze back, and then returned to the crowd. Although Pan Yuanshan is cold and arrogant and difficult to get along with, he still cares very much about his two junior brothers.

Song Qingyi patted Song Mingting's shoulder silently, looking very happy. Chu Yangge laughed and teased: "Okay, third junior brother, I didn't expect you to secretly practice the Yuequan Sword Qi, when did this happen?" Situ Ling and Yang Fengjing also congratulated Song Mingting with a smile, and at this moment they had already hidden the consternation on their faces.

"Not so long ago. Song Mingting gave an ambiguous answer. Only Senior Brother and the Supreme Elder of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion knew about his cultivation of the Yuequan Sword Qi, and neither the Senior Brother nor the Supreme Elder of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion had ever told anyone else, so except for these two people, no one else knew that he was cultivating the Yuequan Sword Qi, so even if he answered vaguely, it was nothing.

On the side, Wei Kuangyuan, who has always been lively and eloquent, did not speak at the first time uncharacteristically, and his expression was a little complicated.

Song Mingting glanced at him, and he quickly realized that Wei Kuangyuan was awkward. This is normal, if it is him, if one day he suddenly finds that his original talent is far inferior to his own, and even the person he has never faced before, suddenly soars in strength and surpasses him all of a sudden, I am afraid it will be difficult to accept it for a while.

In short, the effect of Yuequan's sword qi creation was even greater than he thought.

Then, people came on the field one after another, and after more than a dozen games, another elder drew lots and reported two names: "Wang Ruoben, Wei Kuangyuan." Once again, the audience fell silent.

Song Mingting frowned. Wei Kuangyuan's qualifications are not bad, among the seven of their senior brothers (including the sixth junior brother and seventh junior brother who have not yet gone up the mountain at this time), his qualification can be ranked third, second only to the senior brother and the seventh junior brother. However, he, the fifth junior disciple, is lively and active, coupled with his young age and uncertain thinking, he has not been practicing hard, so his strength is not strong. Of course, this is not the main reason, the main reason is that Wei Kuangyuan's cultivation time is too short, and it is only seven or eight years old. And although Wang Ruoben's talent is not as good as his fifth junior brother, he is three years older than his fifth junior brother, and the age of three years is enough to open a certain distance.

Therefore, it was difficult for his fifth junior brother to beat Wang Ruoben.

It's not just him who knows this, everyone else knows it, so the expressions of the others are not too good. However, Wei Kuangyuan, after his face changed, quickly returned to his big grin, and he said casually: "Senior brother, you don't have to worry, it just so happens that I have made some progress these days, and I just took Wang Ruoben to test it." With that, he walked into the middle of the field.

On the other side, Wang Ruoben also walked out of the crowd.

After the two stood still, Wang Ruoben glanced at Wei Kuangyuan lightly, and said contemptuously: "Senior Brother Wei, don't rely on the account if you lose when the time comes." Wei Kuangyuan's face was angry, and he sneered: "Take care of yourself, don't hide alone and wipe your tears when the time comes." "He's never lost.