At dusk, the clouds were like a brocade, the door of the Sanqing Hall was wide open, and Xi Huzi, the head of the Xiandu faction, walked outside the hall step by step, still with a gray face and listless appearance, without any sparkle in his eyes. Xi Huzi was followed by two young Taoists, one holding a sword and the other holding a seal, and Wei Qiqi recognized that the Taoist holding the sword was Deng Shouyi, a distant nephew of Deng Zhang, Xinyang Town.

Deng Shou was slightly stunned when he saw Wei Qiqi standing behind Xun Ye, nodded to him, and then withdrew his gaze and looked down at the scabbard in his hand.

Xun Ye turned around slightly, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know the sword-wielding boy in charge?"

"Yes, when I was in the Old Crow Ridge, I was given an iron ring by Shou Yi, and I was fortunate to worship under the Xiandu Gate. ”

Xun Ye was silent for a moment, and said: "Deng Shouyi is not in the inner gate, but he is a cultivator but the head of the sect personally instructs, he has always been good friends with Yunhe's junior brother, if you have the opportunity, ask him for more advice." ”

"Yes. Master, who is the Taoist who holds the seal?"

Xun Ye wrote lightly: "He is Fu Baoyuan, the palm print boy of the head of the family, and he is closer to Deng Yuantong." ”

Wei Seventeen's heart is like a mirror, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and cultivators are no exception, it is obvious that Deng Shouyi and Qi Yunhe are both from Xun Ye's side, and Fu Baoyuan is from Deng Yuantong's side.

A bold idea came to mind, maybe Xi Huzi would pretend to be confused, optimistic about it, and see who could stand out.

Xi Huzi stood still and accepted the birthday congratulations of his disciples.

Cultivators, do not pay attention to the mundane vain, the five personal disciples one by one kowtow to the head of the sect, offer a congratulatory gift, say a few words such as "the sun and the moon are prosperous, the pine crane is Changchun", a glass of wine, the inner disciples kowtow to the wine, the trial disciples are the same, from beginning to end, Xi Huzi received five gifts, drank seven cups of wine, received more than a dozen words plus countless heads. It's just that...... Wei Qiqi suddenly realized that the one carrying the wine jug to pour wine for them was actually three huge cyan wasps.

Xun Ye saw that he cared about the three green bees, and explained a few words casually, "That's the spirit insect green iron bee raised by the master, who has already become wise and refined, guarding the cave for the master, and is fierce and abnormal." Originally, there were four heads, and the largest green iron queen bee destroyed her body for some reason, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul, sealed in the green bee sword. ”

The wine jug is cast in bronze, the size of an adult's head, the wine poured out is as red as blood, and there is a spicy taste in the aroma, the green iron bee is more than ten times the size of the ordinary wasp, the shaking wings hovers in the air, the body is covered with blue and black stripes, the mouthparts are frequently opened and closed, and the tail is poisonous, short and stout. Wei Qiqi muttered in his heart: "Pouring wine with a three-headed wasp, it seems that a certain scorpion spirit has done something similar, but the end is a little miserable......"

The wine was so strong that when swallowed in the throat, it was like swallowing a fire.

The immortal family is in the valley, the heart is pure, and there is no banquet on land and water, not to mention musicians and dancers, fireworks and juggling. After kowtowing and drinking the longevity wine, Xi Huzi raised his eyes and nodded to his eldest apprentice Xun Ye, signaling that he could start. Xun Ye stepped forward, his eyes swept over the people of Xiandu Gate one by one, and said: "Today is the birthday of the master, it is the turn of the Xiandu Sect to test the disciple Xiaobi, show his strengths, and celebrate the birthday of the master." Senior Sister Jinghe, who is the leader of your disciples?"

Zhang Jinghe said: "Back to Senior Brother, Hu Yong and Hu Bonan have already chiseled through nine acquired aperture points, and the progress is the fastest. ”

Xun Ye nodded and said to Lu Shizhong: "Senior Brother Shizhong, what about you?"

Lu Shizhong said succinctly: "Xin Laoyi, thirteen tricks. ”

"Senior Brother Yunhe's lineage is temporarily under my care, and his disciple Wei Qiqi has made the fastest progress, chiseling eight acquired apertures. These three people are all the best among the trial disciples, each with their own strengths, representing the three veins of Qi, Lu, and Zhang to participate in the small competition, and the names are ranked. Xun Ye waved his sleeves, and there was an extra stick holder in his hand, and there were three bamboo sticks inserted in the tube, which looked the same.

"Senior Brother Shizhong, Senior Sister Jing He, each of you draws a lot. ”

Lu Shizhong stepped forward and drew out a long lot. Zhang Jinghe took out a short lot, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart, it's okay, it's not a sign.

Xun Ye drew the last bamboo stick, which was also a short draw, this time the small competition, by Wei 17 against Hu Yong, the winner and Xin Laoqi fought again.

At that moment, Wei and Hu came to the bluestone field and saluted each other.

Hu Yong is a young man in his twenties, with a long figure, a handsome appearance, and a bookish atmosphere between his eyebrows, which is really eye-catching. In his left hand he carried a long sword, the scabbard of which was tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, and the hilt was exposed to the outside of the sheath, which was worn and worn out.

Zhang Jinghe has a lot of expectations in his heart, this Hu Yong was born in a family of eunuchs, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, the Zhanlu sword in his hand is an ancestral magic weapon, sharpening iron like clay, it is said that it comes from the hands of Ou Yezi, the world's first sword-casting master, after infusing vitality, it can be matched with the flying sword, the most powerful. However, although Zhan Lu's sword quality was good, it was restrained by the heavy sword, and as soon as Xin Laoqi's bladeless heavy sword came out, Hu Yong had to bow down.

In front of everyone's eyes, Hu Yong looked forward to it, he pulled out a long sword from the sheath, the style was simple, the blade was two feet nine inches long, two inches wide, the brilliance was restrained, and the gods were obscure, even Xi Huzi couldn't help but light up in his eyes, and groaned secretly.

The sword type is easy to obtain, but the flying sword is hard to find, how many people have condensed into the sword type, but they can't find a flying sword that suits them.

"Senior Brother Wei, please!" Hu Yong drew his sword in his hand, his spirit changed, he led the sword trick with his left hand, and flipped his wrist with his right hand, posing a posture of "Su Qin's back sword", with fluttering sleeves and outstanding demeanor.

Hu Yong's appearance is really good, Wei Qiqi seems to see countless star eyes, hearing the crazy fans screaming, beating him down in front of everyone, he will definitely shatter the hearts of thousands of girls, I hope Qin Zhen is not included - he couldn't help but glance at Qin Zhen, but he felt very relieved to see her staring at him.

Wei Qiqi took off the iron rod from his back, and wanted to discuss with the other party, persuading him to simply abandon the sword and admit defeat, and then thought about it, this Hu Bonan looked like a smooth son, he had not suffered anything, and he would definitely treat good words as ridicule, and he would be angry, so let's speak with facts.

He was not polite, and strode forward with an iron rod.