"The Taoist priest uses martial arts methods, not ashamed, not ashamed!" said Xiao Pixiu's voice floating from the remnant sword.

The sword arrives before the sound!

"Click—"

"Whew~"

The purple lightning was scattered and shattered, and the fist was full of cracks with a click, Wei Ping screamed in pain, seeing that the Falling Sky Sword was only blocked for a moment, and then came straight into his chest, he didn't want to play all at once, he could only avoid its edge, and stepped on the Haoran Sect's lost steps, his feet were like stepping on the knot of a spider's web, moving lightly, his body leaned back and spun upside down, flashing to the right.

The Falling Sky Sword passed by, a sudden brake, rotated and turned around, and came straight to the waist, because Wei Ping at this time was transformed by his mind, he could sense the direction and speed of the Falling Sky Sword without looking, took two steps back, sank down immediately, and the purple lightning on the surface of the fist shot out, and punched the spine of the Falling Sky Sword.

The Falling Sky Sword flipped and the spine turned into a blade.

Wei Ping hurriedly withdrew his hand, and his fist and sword blade brushed by.

"Yo yo yo, there is progress!"

Xiao Pixiu's voice sounded again, but the speed of the reversal kill suddenly accelerated, Wei Ping was suddenly in danger, his arm was cut, a hole was poked out of his thigh, his mind became unstable, and he fell in the sky and saw the Falling Sky Sword stabbed in the chest, this blow could not be dodged, and the corners of his mouth were full of helpless wry smiles.

The mind is connected to the manifestation of the Dao seed in the mind, and as soon as the mind is transformed into a stubborn stone, there is a slightly larger crack on its surface, and countless small cracks, and the golden light blooms, like an egg that cannot be broken alive or dead.

"Ahh

Xiao Pixiu shouted angrily from the Falling Sky Sword, the offensive was even more awe-inspiring, and the afterimages were repeated, for more than two years, he had stabbed this stubborn stone tens of millions of times and split it tens of millions of times, and it had not been broken to such an extent, which was a shame for him who was once a half-immortal soldier!

"I stab ......"

"I'll split ......"

It's like madness!

Little Pixiu knew that this was not good, but he couldn't control himself, and he had to do it!

At the same time, Wei Ping hid in the boulder, constantly turning, as long as the big crack was not stabbed, it didn't matter how the small crack was pricked. But today, Xiao Pixiu seems to be really angry, no longer for fun, the sword pierces the big crack, much more accurate than before, and the stabbing makes Wei Ping scream and ecstasy.

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

After receiving nearly a hundred blows, Wei Ping's mind could no longer hold on, and he withdrew from the sword spirit space and retreated into the Mud Pill Palace in the ancestral aperture. The mud pill palace is on the dantian, the name is different, the Taoist is called the mud pill palace, and the warrior is called the dantian.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that an upside-down pretty face was close at hand, so frightened that Wei Ping screamed, and leaned back hurriedly, his pale face even paler.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......" laughter came.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be Mo Yao hanging upside down on a branch, with a pointed melon seed face, snow-white skin, oval eyes, erect pupils, and a smile in his eyes.

Wei Ping smiled helplessly, Mo Yao is good at everything, but it's not good to love to play tricks on people.

"Brother Ping, haven't you taken this remnant sword yet? Isn't there a saying in the human race, why do you hang yourself on a tree, or you change a sword?" After giggling, Mo Yao still hung upside down on the trunk of the tree, and said with concern on his face.

Wei Ping shook his head, a smirk barely on his face. After three years, the giggle is no longer so stupid, a little less stupid, and a little more silly.

"But tomorrow is the Wolf Tooth Peak Competition, followed by the Cave Heaven Competition, how can you participate without flying swords?" Mo Yao's face was full of anxiety.

Wei Ping turned his head, looked at the triangular tower sword mound behind him, and said softly: "Little Pixiu, I can't come to see you during this time, don't be too lonely by yourself, if you feel lonely, come to Wolf Tooth Peak to find me and take you to the outside world to play!"

In the sword spirit space, the Falling Sky Sword turned into a little Taoist boy, he covered his left ear with his right hand, and chanted in his mouth: "Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba chants!"

Xiao Pixiu is as crippled as the Falling Sky Sword, he only has his right hand, not his left hand, of course, Wei Ping insisted on choosing him as the natal sword, not because he sympathized with him, but because he had feelings after two years of getting along, and emotional things were the most difficult to give up.

"Gone. ”

Wei Ping stood up, patted his buttocks, greeted Mo Yao, and waited quietly. His mind was now exhausted, his soul was weak, and it was impossible to climb down the Iron Oak Peak, which was nearly perpendicular to the ground. Fortunately, Mo Yao is here, and every time she is willing to come to pick him up, she is called practicing Edgeworth!

Of course, her edgeworth does need practice!

The wind is howling.

"Brother Ping, can you not hug it so tightly?" Mo Yao stepped on the tip of the silver snake sword and said loudly in front of him.

"Sister Xiaoyao, can you not drive like a roller coaster, up and down, left and right?" Wei Ping stepped on the hilt of the silver snake sword and shouted loudly behind.

"What? roller coaster?"

"It's a kind of flying car in my hometown that can be raced through the air. ”

"Hee-hee, flying hearse! I have it in my hometown!"

......

The sun is shining, the three words of optimism are shining, and there are nearly 10,000 disciples arranged vertically and horizontally on the Yanwu Square of the Triple Palace, and there are many people, and the atmosphere is warm and extraordinary.

"Well, just to put it simply! The peak competition is just to select the contestants who will represent our Wolf Tooth Peak to participate in the Cave Sky Competition, friendship first, competition second! Don't hurt the harmony. ”

"The contestants who participated in the Cave Heaven Competition, since they represent our Wolf Tooth Peak, they are bound to enter the top ten, otherwise, after coming back, they will go to Mending Heaven Island to face the wall and think for three months. ”

"Alright, it's game on!"

Zhang Changgong's body hovered in the air, and he said a few words to the more than 10,000 disciples of Wolf Tooth Peak, and then Shi Shiran floated into the main hall.

On the seven-seat Yanwu Square, the contestants began to draw lots.

In fact, there are only five hundred and eight contestants, and the remaining more than 9,000 people are all here to see the excitement, the Cave Heaven Tournament is held once every ten years, and only disciples who have passed the sect examination within ten years and are not more than thirty years old can participate!

The first hall has four martial arts squares, distributed in the southeast and northwest, at this moment, fifty wooden tables are temporarily set up on each martial arts square, there are two contestants standing on each stage, two by two, as the referee's senior brother and sister ordered, the game officially began!

On the thirteenth stage of Dongyanwu Square, after saluting each other, Wei Ping immediately rushed to the burly young man opposite, his body was like a thunderstorm, thunder, and the burly young man only had time to spread the true yuan all over his body and put his hands on his chest!

『Thunder Hidden Fist Running Thunder』

"Bang—"

"Ahh

The burly young man screamed, and his body of more than one meter and eight meters was beaten up, flew out of the stage, landed on the ground of Yanwu Square, and slid out of the long distance.

Defeat the enemy with one move!

Wei Ping smiled apologetically at the burly young man, and turned his gaze to the referee senior sister who stepped on the flying sword. He didn't have a natal flying sword yet, and if he waited for the burly young man to sacrifice his natal flying sword, the outcome would be unpredictable.

"Wei Pingsheng!" the referee's senior sister was shocked, and she was stunned for a while before announcing the verdict.

Cultivation also requires physical refinement, and Haoran Sect does not exclude people who have a certain foundation in martial arts training as disciples of the sect, but a great martial artist like Wei Ping is rare in Haoran Sect, after all, cultivation is the most important thing.

Just to practice martial arts, what did you do in Haoran Sect?

"True Qi Release?"

"The Taoist priest of the Kaiguang Realm, the great martial artist of the Seven Spirits Realm, interesting and interesting!"

The bored Teng Zhongtian's eyes lit up, and he had a sense of excitement to find an opponent, as a Dao Master of the Purple Mansion Realm, he was assigned to the third hall Yanwu Square, he thought that he could fight a big battle, but in the past ten years, there were only two disciples of the Jindan Realm and five disciples of the Purple Mansion Realm, and they had the qualifications to participate in the Cave Heaven Tournament without fighting, so they were helpless!

The second, three, four, five, and sixth games came immediately, Wei Ping all relied on the Lei Yin Fist to run all the way to crush the thunder, and became the winner in the strange eyes of many disciples in Dongyanwu Square, he tightened his face and put on a cold look, but in his heart he couldn't control the smugness!

"Wei Ping, it's not good for you to be like this, the next day you will challenge the four winners of the second palace, the Fusion Realm Dao Master!