In the first round of the big competition, the winners were Wei 17 and Zhao Zongxuan, and the head promised that the two would go to Penglai Hall to see Elder He, and each of them would choose a suitable flying sword.

In the second round, the four personal disciples of the head of the sect caught the sword, confirming the growth over the years, and according to the rules, the second generation of disciples avoided all of them.

Everyone waited outside the mountain gate, and no one dared to sneak a peep. With nothing to do, Wei Qiqi called Chen Suzhen aside and asked what the tips for choosing a flying sword were.

Chen Suzhen looked him up and down, a little depressed in his heart, and asked Ti Xiu to pick a flying sword, not to mention whether he could pick a flying sword that suited him, even if he was picked by the canopy, what would he do with the flying sword?

The friendship is there, and what needs to be said still has to be said. She told Wei XVII that it was not so much that he picked the flying sword, but that the flying sword picked the master, and all he needed to do was to release the true yuan, and the flying sword that fit would naturally echo each other from afar. However, there are too few flying swords in Xiandu's collection, and most of the time they run in vain. Fortunately, even if you don't pick it, you won't return it empty-handed, and Elder He will give you a short sword forged by the White Tibetan Temple, which is of inferior quality, but it is enough to practice the imperial sword.

Wei Qiqi didn't have the intention of getting a good sword in vain, he thought about coming back with a short sword and giving it to his junior sister, estimating that it was almost time for her to condense the sword seed.

Everyone whispered and laughed, and after waiting for more than an hour, Li Shaoyu and the other four went out of the mountain gate, and the apprentices came forward to see the master and dispersed.

Back in the Xue Li Cave, Wei Rongniang gathered her disciples and announced the results of this big competition.

Among the second-generation disciples, Wei 17 was the first, Zhao Zongxuan was the second, Han Tuo was the third, and Xie Hu and Duan Wenhuan were defeated. Saying that, Wei Rongniang glared at the apprentice, quite hating iron and steel, Duan Wenhuan admitted his mistake with a bitter face, Chen Suzhen looked at the master's face, and added oil and vinegar to the side, making the master lose his temper.

Wei Qiqi watched coldly, the relationship between their master and apprentice was very good, and the little junior sister worshiped under Wei Rongniang's door, and he was also relieved.

After laughing for a while, Chen Suzhen asked about the results of the second round of the big competition, Wei Rongniang snorted, looked a little depressed, and said: "There is nothing to say, first Senior Brother Li won Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Deng won me, then Senior Brother Li won Senior Brother Deng again, and then there was no more." Don't talk about that!"

She said a series of "senior brothers", Qin Zhen blinked, and was stunned for a moment before reacting, it turned out that the master lost to Deng Yuantong in the first game, no wonder he was so depressed.

Among the personal disciples of the head of the family, it turned out to be Li Shaoyu who was the strongest.

"By the way, Senior Brother Deng asked you to pick out the flying sword tomorrow and go to Wuchu Waterfall to see him, he has something to tell you. Wei Rongniang remembered something and said to Wei Qiqi, "He owes you a favor, think about what you want, don't be fooled by him!"

Wei Qiqi understood and carefully agreed. Duan Wenhuan couldn't figure out the Tao in it, his heart was itchy and unbearable, he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, he glanced at his junior sister with his eyes, Chen Suzhen shook his head at him, saying that he didn't know either.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wei 17 came to Changying Temple alone, passed through the mountain gate, bypassed the Sanqing Palace, and stepped on the neat stones to come to the front of the Penglai Palace.

The miscellaneous boy entered the hall to give a report, and after a while, led Wei Qiqi to Elder He's ashram.

There is nothing in the ashram, only a futon, and the light shines on the futon through the bright tiles on the roof, which is quiet and serene.

He Jingxian stood in front of the futon with his back hand, looked up at the skylight, and only sighed after a while, and said, "It's here!"

"Yes. Wei Qiqi stood respectfully with his hands down, waiting for Elder He's arrangement.

"Come with me. He Jingxian left the ashram, passed through the Penglai Hall first, came to a small gate in the northwest corner, pushed open the door and went out of the main hall, and followed the gravel path among the grass to a garden.

The garden has been weathered and full of traces of time, but it is carefully cared for, and in the middle of winter, there are still pines and cypresses that are evergreen.

"This is the Tibetan Sword Garden of the Xiandu School, the flying swords collected by the ancestors of the past dynasties are in the garden, the most famous of which are the Seven Birds, Red Scales, Mingfeng, Seven Birds Sword belongs to the master, Mingfeng Sword belongs to Zhao Zongxuan, and the remaining Red Scale Sword has not yet recognized the master, and it depends on your luck. ”

He Jingxian led him to a stone room, pushed open the heavy stone door, and saw a three-foot square bluestone paving, on which there were more than ten swords, of different lengths and styles, quietly waiting for the day of entering the WTO.

"Try it, throw a punch, and release the true element. ”

"How much force does it take?"

He Jingxian reminded him: "If you want to pick the most suitable flying sword for yourself, don't hide your strength, use twelve percent of your strength." ”

Wei Qiqi was silent for a moment, smiled, and said, "The disciple is ugly." He raised his fist and struck out towards the void in the stone room, using all his strength, the true yuan overlapped twelve layers in an instant, a yellow dragon flew out of his fist, and the flying swords shook in unison, and the entire stone room suddenly lit up with silver-white talismans, colluding with each other, looping back and forth, it was actually a huge talisman array. Huang Long shook his head and tail in the rune array, roared around the stone chamber, scattering countless points of light, and the rune array dimmed again, disappearing under the stone.

"Yes, sure enough, he left a hand, and Zhao Zongxuan lost unjustly. He Jingxian nodded, stared intently at the flying sword in the stone room, waited for the sound of the sword to subside, and sighed, "You're unlucky-"

Before the words fell, a flying sword flew out of the bluestone, and Wei Qiqi reached out to catch it.