Just as the two sides were in a stalemate in the field, there was a sudden commotion on the outside, and the crowd parted from both sides, revealing three monks dressed in dark robes. One of them was not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of big eyes full of spirituality, and he walked in the front, and seemed very interested in the competition on the field.

"The people from Jintaimen are also here, and it will be lively now. ”

"No, everyone knows that Jintaimen and Wuyang Sect don't deal with each other, and it will never be peaceful in the next few days. ”

Wei Wuxian saw that Fan Xiaotian, who was competing, really looked different from before, and the sword weapon in his hand began to retreat, people who didn't know might think that he wanted to turn attack into defense, but Wei Wuxian knew that this was a precursor to an explosion. No matter who it is, when punching someone, he must retreat and then attack, because in this way he can exert his strength. Without the process of accumulating momentum, no matter how much you toss the power, it will not be much stronger.

This is also the case that powerful spells tend to have a long charging process, which is dangerous, and the enemy may take advantage of the situation and defeat you before you can complete the spell. Therefore, in general, in the case of one-on-one, it is rare for both sides to use powerful spells or magic weapons, and there is not much difference between doing that and looking for death.

Fan Xiaotian began to secretly accumulate strength, he was very cautious, the usual recklessness and unreasonableness are very different, this person is thick on the outside and thin on the inside, and the city is very deep. This is Wei Wuxian's current opinion of him.

At this moment, the big-eyed young man from Jintaizong who was watching the battle from the periphery smiled and said to his fellow disciples beside him: "Do you see it, then Fan Lao Liu is going to be bad again." ”

The other two laughed silently, they really had no way to deal with the little junior brother in front of them, if it was someone else's competition, maybe they would mention one or two, and tell him that he knew not to say it, that would offend people, but the people of the Five Sheep Sect didn't matter. The two have been fighting for hundreds of years, and both sides have been injured, so it can be said that the grievances are deep, and it is natural to be happy to see the other party deflated.

The three people from Jintaimen attracted everyone's attention as soon as they came, so the big-eyed young man's voice was not loud, but they could all be heard clearly.

On the other side of the field, the monk surnamed Bai of the Wuyang Sect frowned slightly, and his eyes glared at the big-eyed young man of the Jintai Sect, obviously quite dissatisfied with his behavior just now.

But the big-eyed boy glared back, as if to say, 'What can you do with me'!

Of course, Qin Lei also heard it, he was actually a little puzzled, at first he thought it was the other party's clumsiness, but now it seems that it is not the case at all. At the moment, the sword move changed abruptly, from defense to attack, and the sword qi was like an eagle with wings spread, taking advantage of the situation to suppress Fan Xiaotian, so that he could not accumulate his strength smoothly.

Fan Xiaotian secretly complained to himself, this time he lost the first move, and the situation immediately became passive. The two sides are almost the same, the priority is very important, Qin Lei occupies the first hand, and it is difficult to get it back.

"There is wind in the southeast, rain in the northwest, and the road is self-leading when you set foot in the middle palace. ”

At this moment, a voice came from behind, and the speaker turned out to be the monk surnamed Bai.

That Fan Xiaotian was stunned, his eyes condensed the opponent's fierce sword momentum, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Wei Wuxian secretly said that Qin Lei of the Flying Feather Gate was worse, and sure enough, the next moment Qin Lei, who had the upper hand, seemed to have been caught by someone, and his sword momentum became incoherent, and he almost injured the opponent's sword weapon several times in a row, and the situation suddenly reversed.

The black crow watched it for a long time before he understood the meaning of the Wuyang Sect's white monk's words just now, it turned out that Qin Lei's sword moves had a characteristic, the starting move was often in the southeast of Fan Xiaotian, and the landing place must be in the northwest, this was his habit of practicing swords for many years, and after being broken, he naturally let the other party clamp him down.

The original smiling face of the big-eyed young man in Jintaimen froze, of course he could see Qin Lei's flaw, but the habits that Qin Lei had developed over the years could not be changed all at once, even if he changed it, it was not easy for a while, but he fell more and more into passivity, and he lost this game.

Qin Lei persisted for ten rounds, and was finally defeated by Fan Xiaotian's sword weapon in his hand, he picked up the sword on the ground, didn't look back, and walked out of the crowd with his peers.

The big-eyed young man from Jintaimen walked to the arena angrily and pointed at the white monk of the Five Sheep Sect and said, "Bai Jingting, let's make a comparison." Then he took out a strange weapon, the front of which was slit, five feet and three inches long, a bit like a longer burning stick.

The scene was immediately detonated by the words of the big-eyed boy, and it was not too much to see the excitement, and many people began to coax.

The monk of the Wuyang Sect, known as Bai Jingting, sneered: "Yuan Tianjiao, I will definitely call you to find a nurse at the 'Hundred Fruit Festival'." After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving behind a group of spectators watching the excitement and gritting his teeth and shouting "Coward..."

Wei Wuxian looked at the burning stick in Yuan Tianzhuan's hand in amazement, remembering something, and a strange smile appeared on his face. Xindao: It turns out that this is the original 'whetstone'!

Yuan Tianquan glanced at the crowd around him who were secretly laughing, waved the flame fork in his hand, and said angrily: "What." Isn't it funny. Whoever is not convinced, came down and talked to the master. His gaze fell on Wei Wuxian, and he shouted loudly: "It's you, you laugh so cheaply, do you think you are Bai Jingting or Dong Xingsoul!"

Black Crow and Wang Fu didn't expect that this arrogant young man from the Wuyang Sect would point the finger at Wei Wuxian beside him, and they both looked at him in amazement, not knowing how he would respond.

Wei Wuxian said in his heart: Did you smile so cheaply?He glanced left and right, and then said to Yuan Tianjiao, "Are you sure you're talking about me, not him?"

The black crow was taken aback by his finger, this young man from the Five Sheep Sect dared to challenge arrogantly in front of so many people, which showed that his strength was absolutely incredible.

"It's just you, I'm scared at this time. "Yuan Tian limits the road.

Wei Wuxian said leisurely: "I'm afraid that you won't have the strength to find a nurse when the time comes." ”

The audience was shocked by his words, and thought that this strange guy would take the opportunity to step down with a few vague words, and Yuan Tianjie would not really care about him, but now that way, he has to see a real chapter.

Black Crow and Wang Fu are both confused, this is not quite like this guy's style! This guy usually has no benefit and will not make a move easily, but now he wants to make trouble like that, and he actually takes the initiative to provoke the other party.

Yuan Tianjian was so angry by Wei Wuxian's words that he didn't say anything for a while, just as the people present thought, he was just made faceless by Bai Jingting, and he was ashamed to find a place, not necessarily having to make a few moves with anyone, and there were few people present who he could look at.

Wei Wuxian's words could be regarded as completely stimulating him, and he smiled angrily: "Okay, good, presumably this Daoist friend has real skills, in the Lower Wuyang Sect Yuan Heavenly Limit, please give Daoist friends a move!"