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Song Qingyi accepted his mountain sword qi and said indifferently: "Senior Brother Pan, accept it." "The winner has been decided, there is no need to fight any further.

Pan Yuanshan's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water, and after being stunned for a long time, he began to withdraw his sword qi. In the process of retracting the sword qi, Pan Yuanshan felt as if he felt that the eyes of the whole audience looking at him were mocking. His face was blue and white for a while, and in the end he couldn't maintain his demeanor, and left directly.

The rest of the Friday Yuan and the others, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say, and the wolf owl Taoist who presided over this competition also felt extremely embarrassed, he said a few words with a gloomy face and announced the end of the assessment, and then directly entered the Chuan Gong Pavilion. After that, some people from the Feidao faction left in disgrace.

On the sidelines, acquaintances finally suppressed the shock in their hearts and congratulated Song Qingyi, but Song Qingyi himself still looked calm and calm, and he didn't have any complacency at all because he had just won a victory. Song Mingting stood aside, also smiling. But although he was smiling on his face, he was thinking about something else.

That's right, the competition just now was indeed a victory for his senior brother. But the fact that his senior brother can win does not mean that Pan Yuanshan's strength can be underestimated. In fact, Pan Yuanshan was able to practice the Hong Yan Sword Qi at this age, and he was already worthy of the name of the pride of the heavens, and his talent was definitely top-notch, if it wasn't for his senior brother who had practiced his mountain sword qi this time, it would be impossible to win at all.

In terms of talent, Pan Yuanshan's talent can definitely rank in the top ten among all the true disciples—it is all the true disciples, not the true disciples of their Zhongshu Peak.

On the other hand, his senior brother, his senior brother is actually a late formation, and although his talent at this stage is already very good, there is still a certain distance from the top.

In fact, purely in terms of talent, Pan Yuanshan's talent is even more than that of his senior brother, and the reason why his senior brother can always press Pan Yuanshan is more dependent on diligence and perseverance, his senior brother is a very patient and persevering person, always cultivating silently, almost impatient, it can be said that he is a natural cultivation embryo.

Another point is the master, although their master was killed halfway and sat on the position of the peak master by chance, there is no foundation at all, but after all, he is a real person in my Dao period, and his understanding of cultivation is not comparable to that of ordinary monks. On the other hand, there is a Fei Dao person, although he is a personal disciple of the previous generation of peak masters, and he has a strong background, but after all, he is not a real person in my Dao period, even if the level of teaching apprentices is much stronger than that of ordinary true elders, compared with their masters, he is still a line behind, which is due to the realm.

Because of these reasons, his senior brother can always beat Pan Yuanshan, so although Pan Yuanshan is not his senior brother's opponent now, this does not mean that the other party will always be his senior brother's opponent. In fact, three years after his previous life, Pan Yuanshan had defeated his senior brother once in public, and that defeat dealt a huge blow to his senior brother's prestige, and even threatened his position as the chief disciple of his senior brother for a time.

Therefore, he needs to find a way to increase his senior brother's strength, and as for how to do it, he already has an idea at this time.

The assessment took a whole morning, and in the afternoon, Song Mingting returned to Longcui Valley, continued to draw talismans into the bricks, and continued to cultivate the Yuequan Sword Qi in the evening. Early the next morning, after breakfast, he was about to go to Longcui Valley, and not long after he walked out of the house, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, an ink-colored sword light came silently, and after a few breaths, the sword light approached.

Song Mingting's face suddenly became excited.

It was a sword light hundreds of zhang long, the whole body was pitch black, dotted with golden petals, the petals were finely broken, like golden cinnamon, messily sprinkled on the pitch-black sword light. Around the sword light, golden petals kept falling, and when they fell halfway, they disappeared into the air like snowflakes.

The huge sword light dyed the sea of clouds with a layer of ink, and the fragrance of osmanthus wafted faintly in the air.

The sword light began to shrink after entering the sea of clouds, and when it reached the peak, it had shrunk to the size of a zhang, and finally landed on the top of the mountain and disappeared.

Song Mingting looked at the disappearing sword light, and even his hands were trembling for a while, he didn't hesitate, he immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the mountain.

After walking through thousands of stone steps in a hurry, Song Mingting came to a quaint attic with a steady pace.

At this time, it is the golden autumn, the osmanthus tree is verdant and vigorous, the golden osmanthus is as prosperous as the stars, and the whole Zhongshu Peak is surrounded by a rich osmanthus fragrance. This is the best time to see Chung Shu Peak, and this quaint attic full of historical vicissitudes in front of you is hidden in this tall and verdant, golden cinnamon forest of thousand-year-old laurels.

This is the main pavilion of Zhongshu Peak, the Zhongshu Pavilion, and it is also the second time he has set foot here half a month after his rebirth, because he didn't dare before.

Zhongshu Pavilion is not only the main pavilion of Zhongshu Peak, but also the residence of the peak masters of previous dynasties, since the establishment of the Guizang Sword Pavilion has been built, has a history of more than 3,000 years.

When he arrived in front of the Zhongshu Pavilion, Song Mingting suddenly stopped, and at this time, a huge panic of homesickness suddenly surged in his heart, and the surging emotions came to him, making him stand still all of a sudden, and he didn't dare to continue to move forward.

He took a few deep breaths, and after a full few dozen breaths, the turbulent emotions in his heart calmed down a little.

One step forward, Song Mingting continued to climb the stairs.

There are many words on the outer wall of the Zhongshu Pavilion, which are left by the ancestors of the Zhongshu Peak. The patriarchs who were able to leave their own ink treasures on the outer wall of the Zhongshu Pavilion were all the most outstanding figures in the history of Zhongshu Peak, including even seven or eight great masters who eventually ascended to the Immortal Realm.

When Song Mingting stepped on the last stone step, the gate of Zhongshu Pavilion appeared in front of him.

The golden autumn sunlight spilled into the main hall through the sparse windows, and the clear sunlight that was divided into pieces by the window lattices sprinkled on the wooden floor, with a woody fragrance.

In the hall, a middle-aged Taoist with a clear appearance was whispering to the old Taoist sitting beside him.

The Taoist looked in his early forties, with a clear appearance, slightly frosty temples, clear and peaceful eyes, wearing a sword robe with a white background, and a long sword hanging from his waist, the style of the long sword was simple, the scabbard was ink-colored, and there was a golden pattern in the shape of osmanthus flowers, which was just right to be embellished on the scabbard.

The sword robe of the Taoist is embroidered with ink-colored sword patterns, the sword patterns are complex, almost occupying most of the clothes, the placket, sleeves and corners of the clothes are hot with rolling gold edges, and the golden lines shine in the golden autumn sun. Wisps of jade-white smoke continued to rise from the void beside the Taoist, turning into a unicorn.