In the afternoon, Xiao Yi once again mixed in the crowd and watched the Taoist competition.

After yesterday's round of elimination, today's competition is even more exciting. But seeing that the four high platforms were crowded around, the applause came one after another, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

Because he was attracted by Ming Ran's Taoism yesterday, Xiao Yi was a little absent-minded while watching the competition in front of him, and at the same time paying attention to when Ming Ran would play.

A moment after a competition, two more people stood on the stage, one of them was a little special, but he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, not tall, not yet developed, but his expression was quite old, and his eyebrows were filled with a sinister aura, which made people not feel pity, but stayed away.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but wonder: "Seeing that his age should be about the same as Yuanzhen, is there still such a young disciple in the Ming generation?" Although he thought about people so much, he forgot that he himself was only ten ** years old.

At this time, there was already a discussion in the audience, and one person asked, "Who is this child, why is he born like this?" and the other said: "You don't know, this is a disciple of Senior Brother Mingfeng." It is said that this son is a genius who has not been met in a hundred years, and the senior brother met by chance when he traveled abroad, and he was exceptionally included as a disciple of Chongzhen. Moreover, the senior brother has been traveling all the year round, and he has been cultivating under the seat of the real person in charge, and he wants to come to cultivate for the great advancement, so he goes out of the competition to compete. Another humanitarian: "Yesterday, Ming Xiao was big for a while, and he was defeated in less than a round, and he was seriously injured. When everyone heard this, they were all amazed and envious, and they all said: "There is one more person in this battle for the leader, but there is a good show to watch." ”

Xiao Yi looked at Yuan Zhuo and thought that he was still a beggar at such an age, in comparison, he was really ashamed, and he inevitably felt envy in his heart. But he immediately shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I still preached to others in the morning, and each cultivated his own way, but now I envy others, which is really ridiculous." And in my heart, I suddenly felt that at a young age, I was so sharp, but I was afraid that I might not be satisfied when I was older.

The little disciple made a junior salute and said sonorously: "Yuan Zhuo asks Uncle Shi for advice." Then, with two fingers in his right hand, the long sword behind his back flew out with a "choking" sound, flying above his head, ready to attack at any time.

Ming Yue, the humane on the other side, obviously knew the origin of Yuan Zhuo, his face was heavy, as if he was facing a great enemy, he drew his sword in his hand, and replied: "Fair competition, Yuan Zhuoxian's nephew doesn't have to be polite." ”

Yuan Zhuo said "Okay", heard the bell ringing, and shouted: "Please take the call!" Before the words fell, the flying sword above his head had been divided into five, divided into upper, middle and lower three ways, and instantly stabbed towards Ming Yue. At this time, Ming Yue's offensive had not yet formed, and seeing this, he hurriedly changed his attack to defense, forming a wind barrier in front of him.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and the five flying swords struck on the wind barrier, and after only a slight pause, they pierced through and continued to stab towards Ming Yue. Ming Yue was shocked, his wrist turned sharply, and layers of sword shadows were twisted, and then he threw the sword, forming a sword barrier in front of him. At the same time, he put his two fingers on his chest, chanted words in his mouth, and continued to inject true qi into the sword.

The flying sword slammed into the sword barrier, making a muffled thunderous sound, but it did not break through, forming a stalemate. Xiao Yi saw Yuan Zhuo's body shake at the moment of the impact of the flying sword, his face changed slightly, and he thought that he had suffered a loss, and said in his heart: "After all, the cultivation is still shallow." ”

Ming Yue should also feel that Yuan Zhuo's Dao power cultivation was insufficient, and at the moment, he added another point of strength to the sword barrier, wanting to suppress the other party with Dao power. Sure enough, the five flying swords immediately disintegrated, flew back upside down, and turned into one again. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhuo didn't pay attention to the flying sword at all, suddenly ran forward two steps, flew up, crossed the flying sword and the sword barrier, and attacked Ming Yue directly with the empty finger of his right palm.

At this time, Ming Yue's sword barrier was pushed out a few feet more, and it was too late to take it back. However, when he saw Yuan Zhuo attacking empty-handed, he said in his heart: "Let you feel the gap in Dao power." At that moment, his wrist shrank and stretched, and a strong Guiyuan palm greeted him. If this palm is slapped, Yuan Zhuo must be seriously injured. So Ming Yue launched half of it, and seeing that Yuan Zhuo did not dodge, he couldn't bear it, and withdrew half of his strength. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yuan Zhuo suddenly had a long sword in his hand.

The long sword had originally been shaken out, but it suddenly appeared in Yuan Zhuo's hand at this time, and there was no sign to follow. Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Fairy Sword!" Only the Fairy Sword can be transmitted through the void, leap in an instant, and take the head of the person thousands of miles away. After seeing yesterday's Zhantian Sword, the audience talked a lot, and Xiao Yi also knew a thing or two about the Immortal Sword. At this time, seeing the power of the fairy sword with his own eyes, his heart was also excited, and he said: "No wonder people are so after the fairy sword." ”

At this moment, the most excited person is Ming Yue. He really didn't expect that one day he would be able to get so close to the fairy sword, but at this moment, he had no time to watch, and he needed to worry about his life first. Yuan Zhuo came prepared, and when the fairy sword appeared, the tip of the sword was already pointed directly at Ming Yue's chest, less than half a foot away. Fortunately, Ming Yue withdrew fifty percent of his strength halfway, and at this time, he hurriedly collected his strength to dodge, and finally avoided the key point in his heart at the moment when the fairy sword reached his body.

Yuan Zhuo never shifted the fairy sword by half a point from beginning to end, and watched the fairy sword pierce into Ming Yue's body and pass through. And in his expression, without the slightest hesitation, he was decisive.

Everyone had not yet woken up from the shock of the fairy sword, and they were once again horrified by Ming Yue's injury. Injuries are inevitable, but it is rare to want to take people's lives like this. Someone in the audience already scolded: "Stinky boy, how can you be so heavy-handed?"

Yuan Zhuo turned a deaf ear, the two fingers of his right hand moved slightly, and the fairy sword immediately flew out of the scabbard. Regardless of Ming Yue's injury, he bowed mechanically and said, "Thank you Uncle for agreeing." "Get off the stage.

Ming Yue's juniors hurriedly came to the stage and carried him down. Yu Zhong pointed at Yuan Zhuo's back, and even had a lot of complaints about the real person in charge of the sect and Senior Brother Mingfeng. Xiao Yi said strangely in his heart at this moment: "The real person in charge of the sect is also a master of the Dao, how can he pay so much attention to Taoist cultivation?" At this point, he has more and more opinions on Chongzhen.

watched two more competitions, and finally waited for Ming Ran to play. But seeing that Ming Ran held the sword in front of his chest, he still had a cold expression, not talking nonsense, and when he heard the bell ringing, he immediately drew his sword, stepped forward, and got close, and made coherent movements, all in one go, and the opponent's Dao technique had not yet been triggered, and he had already been defeated.

As yesterday, there was no applause, no applause, and the audience was surprisingly quiet, and only a ** cheer could be heard in the distance.

Unlike others, Xiao Yi was very excited at the moment. He had practiced hard for nearly an hour last night, and naturally knew that there were many mysteries hidden in these simple movements. Looking at it today, from the footwork to the tricky direction of the sword, I remember them one by one in my heart, and the gains are not insignificant.

He closed his eyes, repeated the action in his mind, and then turned away from the square. He couldn't wait for the evening and was in a hurry to start cultivating.

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