In the early morning of the next day, at the end of the day, hundreds of disciples had gathered in the dojo on the top of Qingluo Mountain, most of them were dressed in white robes, and there were also several yellow robes, all of whom were inner disciples who did not show up on weekdays.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui changed into a brocade yellow robe for the first time and came to the dojo side by side. It's just that Wang Fugui's face was a little pale, he clenched his fists, and after stepping on the bluestone slab dojo, he unconsciously weakened his feet, and felt more and more unable to walk.

"Ouch, I seem to have a bad stomach, and I can't exert myself. After a while, most of them will lose. Wang Fugui had a bitter face, rubbed his stomach pretentiously, and muttered in a low voice.

Mo Shiping glanced at Wang Fugui, who was a thief, and knew it in his heart, and deliberately quipped: "That's the end, if you return defeated in front of so many fellow disciples and brothers, then your identity as the head disciple will not be able to sit down." ”

Hearing this, Wang Fugui looked even more depressed, his steps were vain, and he almost stumbled under his feet, "It's over, it's over, it's going to be embarrassing." ”

Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile, thought about it for a while, and said solemnly: "As long as you fight seriously, you will lose, and it will not be a shame." There is only one step between showing your face and showing your eyes, facing difficulties is showing your face, and being cowardly without a fight is showing your eyes. ”

That little bit of caution was broken, Wang Fugui had to rub his hands awkwardly, smiled, thought about it, and said that what he said was indeed reasonable, so he nodded lightly, took a deep breath, and skimmed off some distracting thoughts in his heart.

In the center of the dojo, Song Jiang, who was dressed in a purple robe, suddenly appeared, glanced around the dojo, coughed, and laughed loudly: "The disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect have all retreated to the periphery of the dojo. Li Xuan, Mo Shiping, and Wang Fugui stepped forward. ”

The words had fallen, and the bustling disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect on the dojo all scattered and retreated to the edge of the dojo. or stand solemnly with their hands down, or sit on the ground, with different expressions and different thoughts.

After a while, there were only one purple robe and three yellow robes left in the dojo. Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui each glanced at the thin young man standing next to him, about twenty or so, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a cold face, looking like no one should enter.

"Hey, look at the same as that Qi Ze, like a withdrawn guy. Wang Fugui turned his head and muttered to Mo Shiping in a low voice.

Mo Shiping frowned slightly, quietly tugged at his sleeve robe, shook his head, and signaled not to talk nonsense. Although Wang Fugui could lower his voice, he could hear it clearly in the ears of Mo Shiping in the second realm of martial artists. Thinking about it, Li Xuan, a disciple of the Three Realms who was a foot away from them, also heard it sincerely.

Without thinking about it, Li Xuan still had an unwavering look on his face, and he didn't even look at the two of them, but just stared at the end of the dojo with sharp eyes, silent.

At the end of the dojo, several more figures appeared, and Li Qiankun, dressed in a black robe, led Tang Demeng, Jiang Nianhong and He Qiu to slowly ascend to the dojo.

"It's coming. Mo Shi's face was calm, and with the vision of the second realm of martial artists, he could clearly see the four people who were a hundred zhang away at a glance.

At the same time, Jiang Nianhong raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Shiping, and then gently pulled the corners of his mouth, as he expected.

After Li Qiankun led the three of them to the center of the dojo, Song Jiang glanced at him with a playful look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "First the three realms, then the first realm, and the second realm of the main event is left to the end." In addition, it is not allowed to use magic weapons during this competition. How?"

Li Qiankun glanced at him and added in a deep voice: "Since it is necessary to go all out to fight, it is inevitable that you can't control the severity of your move." Once one party concedes defeat, it is not allowed to continue to play. ”

"Naturally. Song Jiang nodded, "Then let's start." ”

After saying that, Song Jiang shook his robe, took a step, and took the initiative to retreat to the edge of the dojo. And Li Qiankun also took the initiative to retreat to the edge of the dojo, but it was the opposite side of Song Jiang, he didn't have the heart to sit and chat with Song Jiang and spoil the scenery.

Mo Shiping gently clenched his fists towards Li Xuan and said softly, "I wish Senior Brother Li a victory." Seeing this, Wang Fugui also hurriedly hugged his fists in greeting.

Li Xuan didn't say anything, nodded expressionlessly, and responded to it. Mo Shiping didn't say much, so he and Wang Fugui retreated to the edge of the dojo and gave way to the venue.

On the other side, He Qiu took a small step forward, patted Tang Demeng's shoulder, and quipped: "Look, so many people are staring at it, and if you lose, you will be embarrassed to be thrown to your grandmother's house." Jiang Nianhong on the side shook his head helplessly, ignored He Qiu, and smiled at Tang Demeng: "Senior brother, don't be pressured, just do your best." ”

Tang Demeng glanced at He Qiu, who was smiling evilly, clasped two fingers, raised his hand and knocked a chestnut on his head, and said angrily: "I like to be naughty." ”

"Ouch. He Qiu exclaimed, pretending to be in pain, and hurriedly rubbed his head, "Senior brother's blow is full of momentum, far beyond the demeanor that the Three Realms should have, how can you lose!"

He Qiu has been rewarded by Tang Demeng with a lot of chestnuts, every time he is lazy in practice, Tang Demeng will recite two sentences to him, if he is lazy again, he will suffer chestnuts. However, Tang Demeng is reluctant to put down his hands every time, and he often looks scary, but in fact, it is nothing more than this when it falls on his head, for He Qiu, who has a good foundation, it is not painful or itchy.

Tang Demeng snorted at this time, and then restrained his hilarious thoughts, silently adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and prepared to fight. He sensed that the Three Realms disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect who was standing not far away was an equal opponent, and it would be a fierce battle that was evenly matched.

He Qiu wanted to say a few more words, but saw Jiang Nianhong shake his head, and then had to swallow back the words, and retreated to the edge of the dojo with Jiang Nianhong.

At the same time, in a corner of the edge of the dojo, Lin Ruizhe, Lin Ruiming and Qin Qiaoyuan were staring at the center of the dojo from afar.

"What does Brother Lin think, who has a better chance of winning in the battle of the three realms?" Qin Qiaoyuan suddenly asked with a smile.

Lin Ruizhe stared at it for a while, shook his head, and told him truthfully: "Whether it is Li Xuan or Tang Demeng, the foundation of the Three Realms is very solid, I can only see a rough idea, and I can't see who is better." ”

When Qin Qiaoyuan heard this, he thought about it for a while, and said softly: "I know a little bit about this Senior Brother Li Xuan. In last year's sect trial, he lost to Han Shuangcheng and achieved the second result, and was promoted to an inner disciple at the same time. It is said that his cultivation is the pinnacle of the Three Realms, and he is not much different from those four realms. It shouldn't be hard to win this game. ”

Lin Ruizhe smiled noncommittally and did not say anything. Even in the second realm, he couldn't see the depth of the two, let alone assert who won and who lost, but Qin Qiaoyuan in this realm said it lightly.

No one answered, Qin Qiaoyuan was not embarrassed, and continued: "The head of the sect chose the people who should fight in the second realm this time, but it was biased, and he actually chose Mo Shiping, who had just entered the second realm. I looked at Jiang Nianhong from the other party's second realm, with a confident face, not like an ordinary person. ”

Regarding these words, Lin Ruizhe nodded and said softly: "That's true." I look at Jiang Nianhong's breath and body pace, he should have been polished in the second realm for a long time. In line with the four words 'hidden and unrevealed' mentioned in the second realm, it can reduce the loss of its own release to a very low level, and its punches are bound to be extremely cold, and it is a difficult opponent. ”

Qin Qiaoyuan's face was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that Jiang Nianhong would be so highly praised by Lin Ruizhe, so he asked curiously: "If Brother Lin fights Jiang Nianhong, what are the chances of winning?"

Lin Ruizhe pondered carefully for a while, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "I haven't seen him make a move, so it's hard to say." But I've only been in the second realm for less than a month, and I haven't polished it yet, so I should lose to him. ”

Lin Ruiming on the side frowned slightly when he heard this, the last one that made Lin Ruizhe feel that he would lose without fighting was that Yuwen clear water. At that time, Lin Ruizhe once made it clear that he fought with Yuwen Cheshui, and it was three seven, or even two or eight. Now this Jiang Nianhong is okay, but he has lost slightly. But it's not easy for someone who can make his brother lose a little.

Thinking of this, Lin Ruiming was a little worried, and couldn't help but say softly: "The head of the family should not choose Mo Shiping as the person to fight. If Mo Shiping and Jiang Nianhongdou are comparable, then the sect trials after that..."

Before Lin Ruiming finished speaking, Lin Ruizhe glanced at him coldly, so frightened that he was suddenly silenced and didn't dare to say more.

"What's the matter, are you afraid? The sect trial will be avoided when it encounters him? You only lost once, you Lin Ruiming are so cowardly?" Lin Ruizhe rolled his eyes and sneered.

Lin Ruiming shook his head silently, not daring to refute. He just thought that Ben and Mo Shiping didn't have any deep hatred, so why bother fighting for a head and breaking the bloodshed? But he knew that Lin Ruizhe would not listen to these words. For Lin Ruizhe, losing once is a deep hatred.

Lin Ruizhe sneered and tugged at the corners of his mouth, looked at Mo Shiping in the distance, and clenched his fists gently. Now that Mo Shiping has entered the second realm, he can fight with him openly and openly in the trial of the sect. If you win, you will be ashamed and get rid of the knots. As for losing, Lin Ruizhe never thought he would lose, he didn't allow himself to lose to the same person, twice.

When Qin Qiaoyuan heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't show his face. What he has been looking forward to is not the current situation, the situation of Lin Ruizhe and Mo Shiping who are not dying. When the time comes, Lin Ruizhe will involve Mo Shiping, then he can challenge Wang Fugui. The best, Lin Ruizhe and Mo Shiping lost both of them, one broke his hand and the other broke his foot, which completely hurt the foundation of cultivation, and since then they have stopped moving forward in the second realm of martial arts. Every time he thought of this, Qin Qiaoyuan could wake up with a smile in his dreams, and even thought that when he entered the third realm or even the higher fourth realm, he would be able to walk in front of Lin Ruizhe with his toes high. Once a son of heaven and a courtier, it would be Qin Qiaoyuan's turn to have a cold face and ignore Lin Ruizhe.

In the center of the dojo, only Li Xuan and Tang Demeng, ten zhang apart, held their breath and condensed, looking at each other from afar.

Tang Demeng took the lead in clenching his fists and said with a smile: "Tang Demeng, come and ask for advice!"

Li Xuan returned the salute with his fists and said coldly: "Imperial Spirit Sect Li Xuan, please!"