Shirai looked down at the note in his hand, a little helpless, it seems that he has to fight today, it's really hard.

The competition was divided into four venues, and four groups of disciples competed each time.

For a while, the sound of swords coming and going on the field was endless.

Under normal circumstances, the person who carries the wooden sword directly admits defeat when he encounters the back spirit sword, and he is unlucky, in fact, everyone knows that he can't enter the top ten, just to show his strength, after all, it is also the same wooden sword, and it has not reached the real beginning, but it is also a high and low realm, and I don't want to fall behind.

A man on the field caught Shirai's attention, Wang An.

Wang An and Gong Han are both from Broken Water Peak, majoring in refinement, and refining swordsmanship, so they will attack its weakness and cut off its roots.

Opposite Wang An stood a thin disciple with a wooden sword on his back, who was from Dripping Peak, and the disciple's eyes were a little nervous, but more determined.

Unexpectedly, the thin disciple did not admit defeat as soon as he saw the disciple of the True Origin Stage, although he could see that he was a little timid, but his expression was still firm.

Several peak masters sitting around on the stage couldn't help but nod secretly, this disciple's dedication and understanding of the Dao is enough to make people look at it differently, even if the realm is a little lower now, but the far away Dao, who is not just starting out?

Mo Jun, the peak master of Dishui Peak, is dressed in a red dress, his face is mature, and his expression is peaceful, Mo Jun is also the only woman among the seven peak masters, don't look at it as a woman, the rumor that the sword is dripping like purgatory makes it dare not be underestimated in the entire Zhongzhou, of course, every peak master of Yunshui Mountain is a famous Zhongzhou, and there are countless admirers.

Jun Mo looked at the thin disciples in the audience, and felt a little relieved in his heart, Bu Ji, this child, although his talent is not very good, but his Dao heart is tenacious, diligent and motivated, and he can be regarded as outstanding.

Fang Li cultivated for three years and realized his sense of qi, and in the fourth year, he defeated Nan Feng, the third generation of Tianxuan Peak's eldest disciple, and then participated in the Eight Sects Huibi that year to defeat the chief disciple of the Great Gate Sect.

Mo Jun thought out of his mind, although the disciples of Qingshi Peak have withered in recent years, and the audience peak master sneered at him on weekdays, but when he gets serious, a Ziyu can chase the proud disciples of each peak, not to mention the senior brother Fang Li, although he rarely accepts disciples in recent years, but every disciple he accepts must be a great person, whether it is Fang Li or Ziyu, they have won honor for the mountain gate, and they are all Taoist wizards, I don't know what is the difference between the new disciples this time and he values them, but Jun Mo knows in his heart that there must be something unusual about that Baijing.

There must be a reason for his choice, others can't see it, and the others you don't think about include the head of Shan Zhengyang!

Thinking of Songbai Jun Mo, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face, but he turned into loss, he was always so difficult to approach, back then...... Have you not forgiven me? Alas.....

Wang An, who was already ready to accept the direct admission of defeat on the other side, was also stunned for a while, does he really want to fight me?

In a very short time, Wang An woke up from his surprise and prepared himself for the enemy.

A 'start' fell, and Bu Ji jumped up, the speed was not very fast, but what was incomprehensible and shocking was that from the point of view of the body, Bu Ji's whole body seemed to have no weight, like a piece of paper slowly floating past, extremely weird.

Wang An obviously also saw that Bu Ji was unusual, and his demeanor became serious.

Bu Ji did not choose to fight Wang An, but like a falling leaf, he was uncertain in the wind.

Wang An was horrified when he saw the Buji in front of him disappear!

Driven by instinct, Wang An hurriedly turned around and raised his sword, and one after another sword shadows rushed to his face, the sword momentum lingered, and the water did not leak.

Fortunately, Wang An has broken the beginning of the truth, the advantage is obvious, the aura is released, and it is difficult to hurt with the wooden sword alone, which is also the same as the person who has a wooden sword on his back will admit defeat when he encounters a spirit sword.

The realm itself is one level lower, and he is using a wooden sword with no attack power to resist the spirit sword, and only a fool can compare!

However, there are still such fools.

In fact, such a rule of the sect is well-founded, and the disciples who have not reached the true beginning stage cannot be well controlled whether it is swordsmanship or spiritual power, and because of poor control of proportion, it is not only easy to hurt others but also hurt themselves.

Seeing that Wang An was not injured, there was no surprise or loss in Buji's eyes, just constantly changing his footwork and sword moves.

In a hurry, Wang An took a few steps back, and the on-site disciples all applauded Bu Ji, although he was also carrying a wooden sword, Bu Ji's control of the sword and footwork could be said to have reached a certain level, coupled with the courage and tenacity of not retreating from the weak to the strong, he should be applauded!

Wang An was very determined at this time, he hadn't entered the True Origin Realm, and he still wanted to hurt me, hum!

Immediately, Wang An regained his composure, his eyes flashed, his sword momentum protruded, and the dust was everywhere in the field.

Attack, not defend!

It turned out that Wang An saw that Buji could not cause harm to himself in a short period of time, and wanted to take Buji in one fell swoop before his spiritual power was exhausted.

Seeing Wang An like this, there was a chorus of scolding in the audience.

"If you can't do swordsmanship, you can rely on the realm to suppress people, it's really despicable!"

Although there was a lot of scolding from the audience, Wang An ignored it, and still made a fierce move and was full of aura.

Sure enough, after holding out for a while, Buji sat down on the ground and threw in the towel.

The losing Bu Ji did not feel depressed and dying, but showed a shy smile at the field at this time, and then ran off the field naturally.

"Jun Mo, this kid is good, let's go, let you choose, and after cultivating well, you will be a candidate for Chengfeng!" Guan Yuping, who was sitting next to him, held the chair and said with a chuckle.

"Yes, the dripping sword has always been a lingering sword, like a rain connection, generally many women are good at it, I didn't expect the male disciple to be so good, he is a good seedling. Shu Yuan, the master of the Sleepy Immortal Peak, said in a slow voice, and echoed with a slight hoarseness.

Jun Mo's face was still gentle, with a smile, "Senior Brother Shu Yuan and Senior Brother Yuping, don't be modest, there are so many proud disciples under your peak, how can you look down on my disciples of Dishui Peak, no matter how good Bu Ji is, he didn't win Wang An, and he is still a disciple taught by Senior Brother Yuping." ”

In the eyes of the peak masters, the best of this generation of new disciples are nothing more than a few, Taigang Peak Yun Yao, Broken Water Peak Gong Han and Wang An, Bermuda Peak Qiu Mo, Tianxuan Peak Luo Ze, Sleepy Immortal Peak Qianhe, Dishui Peak Guo Ru'er, and the newly discovered Dishui Peak Buji, after seeing it, they all went back, if you want to say that there is still Qiu Mo left, look at his opponent to know that it will not be exciting.

For a while, most of the peak owners left, and only Jun Mo was left in the stands.

Wang An and Buji's competition Bai Jing saw from the beginning to the end, although Bu Ji lost in the end, but still left a deep impression on Bai Jing.

......

Soon, when it came to Shirai, the two sides stood on one side with their swords.

But strangely, Shirai did not remove the white cloth wrapped in the wooden sword.

At this time, I noticed that the disciples of Shirai on the field were talking a lot.

"Isn't that Shirai, how is his sword wrapped in a white cloth?"

"I heard that he was chosen as a disciple by virtue of his good looks, hahaha, he didn't show his sword because he was afraid that others would feel embarrassed when they saw that wooden sword! It's really funny, the hilt of the sword has already betrayed him, hahaha!"

In an instant, the disciples who were originally watching the other people's games all turned their eyes to Shirai and Qiu Mo's side.

"Don't pretend!" Qiu Mo quickly beat him down. ”

Listening to the shocking shouts from the audience, Shirai's face was gentle and calm, with a hint of a smile.