"Ling Baisheng!"

The accompanying warrior monk standing beside Xufeng shouted loudly.

With a shout, all the monks fell silent.

Their faith was shattered with the defeat of Xuanqin.

No matter how hard you try, you can't surpass the mountain in front of you, so what's the point of cultivating martial arts? What is the point of the current competition? Why don't you just become an official disciple of the Dharma Academy?

Everyone's faces were gray, all thoughts were discouraged, and there was a bit of sadness more than death.

Xu Feng had a calm face, swept over the faces of the monks one by one, and said in a deep voice: "There is no end to the journey of martial arts. Some people are stuck here, and some people are stuck in the mountains in front of Qiu Ze, it's just that their will is not strong. The world is changing, manpower is endless, no one can guarantee what opportunities can be obtained on the way to cultivate martial arts in the future, the latecomers are on top, you should understand this truth, and cheer up. ”

The words of the first seat of the Dharma Academy made the monks feel better, but they did not achieve the effect of the enlightenment of Daigo, and Ling Bai still hung over their heads like a shadow. Freezing three feet, not a day's cold, the scene just now was so shocking that everyone was like a frosted eggplant.

Seeing this, Xu Feng was also helpless, and announced: "In the first game, Xuan Qin and Ling Bai both passed the assessment and became official disciples of the Dharma Academy. ”

The sound fell, and there was no response for a long time.

The accompanying warrior monk saw that it was a little cold, and said loudly: "At the beginning of the second game, the number two will be drawn." ”

The competition for the official disciple index of the Damo Academy continued to be staged, but no matter how exciting the next fight was, everyone was a little uninterested. Just like the various evening programs often held by the school, after watching the shocking performance at the beginning, it is somewhat difficult to touch the heartstrings in the following programs, unless it is a program of the same level. But how can there be so many programs of similar calibre?

Ling Bai returned to the crowd of warrior monks and found that the Void Peak fell on him from time to time, which was difficult to understand. He tasted some of these unusual meanings, and he was afraid that he would blame more, after all, this competition was the first trick of the Void Peak to consolidate people's hearts and cultivate forces, and now that the atmosphere was destroyed, he would feel a little unhappy.

He ignored the blank gaze and looked boredly at the warrior monks in front of him.

After three or two rounds, I watched drowsy.

Your moves back and forth are certainly wonderful and dazzling, but compared with standing still like a loose and standing on the stake and letting you output my blood limit, it is a little less forced.

Finally waiting for Jingyue to play, Ling Bai finally cheered up.

Jingyue is still sassy as usual, holding a three-foot green peak in her hand, fluttering in white clothes, coupled with her good looks, she is a little more durable than Ling Bai. Against him was a thin warrior monk with a blue face, and when he compared it between the two, he felt that Jingyue was even more extraordinary.

"Begin!" ordered the accompanying warrior monk beside the first seat of the Void Peak.

Jingyue didn't talk much, and only in front of Ling Bai would he reveal a little bit of his sullen inner world. He stepped forward directly with his sword, tapped the ground with his toes, and crossed the river with a reed with a flowing hand, and in three or two steps he went to the front of the green-faced thin warrior monk, and the sword was like a dragon, slashed off against his neck.

This sword is ordinary, purely using the subtlety of the move as a means of attack, and it has never used half of its internal strength.

Even so, a person's neck is still a weak fatal point, and if he is sharpened with a sword, unless he is on the path of horizontal training like Ling Bai and Xuan Qin, otherwise even a heavenly master will have to hate him on the spot.

The blue-faced thin warrior monk didn't dare to be careless, and retreated a few steps back to avoid the blade, preparing to dodge this sharp sword and then make a move.

It's just that Jingyue's sword moves are endless, one sword castrates, and the next sword has been attached again like a poisonous snake.

The same is a direct throat, the same haste to retreat, which has very high requirements for the control of the situation and the change of tactics on the spot. The blue-faced and thin warrior monk has no force, but he is occupied by Jingyue, and he has been suffering from not being able to use it, and he is extremely depressed.

Ling Bai stood behind and watched in amazement, the subtlety of the Jingyue Sword Technique was already entering the room, if it was combined with the Ascending Dragon Subduing Elephant Skill, the power of a sword, splitting mountains and breaking stones would definitely not be a problem.

"Senior brother, please put what you have learned into practice. ”

Suddenly, Jingyue stopped collecting her sword, no longer persecuting the other party, and stood in place and smiled at him.

hiss

Ling Bai gasped, this person was really terrifying, pretending to be like the wind, moisturizing things silently, it was really extremely deadly.

This is equivalent to you fighting with someone else, and the other party is pressing you and you can't fight back, and suddenly he jumps away and says to you, "Come and beat me, show your mastery to your heart's content, anyway, you can't beat me, I'm just watching a monkey show." ”

It's so angry!

The blue-faced and thin warrior monk's face was flushed, obviously angry. But the other party actually gave him a chance, so he naturally wanted to show what he had learned in order to dismiss some face. In this competition, there is no win or loss, as long as it meets the standard of the first seat of the virtual peak, Fang Cai's defeat does not prove his inadequacy.

"Heaven does not give birth to me Li Chungang, the stick road is like a long night, thousands of troops and horses, and a long howl: The stick is coming!"

He roared, and a wooden stick flew from the side to his hand, and the momentum of the whole person climbed to the extreme.

"Whew, it turned out to be the Drunken Eight Immortal Stick Method. ”

"I didn't expect that the martial arts obtained by this senior brother were also within the seventy-two stunts, thinking that he didn't use all his strength just now. ”

Everyone couldn't help but be dazzled, they were all attracted by the demeanor of the high-spirited blue-faced thin warrior monk, and gradually forgot the fatal impact that Ling Bai brought to their hearts just now.

Jingyue's eyes showed the meaning of thought, and in the face of the whistling long stick, he swung his sword and slashed upward.

shout

The sticks were cut off from it,

The blade of the sword pointed directly at the opponent's front door, and the distance was only a few centimeters.

Beads of sweat slid down the forehead of the blue-faced thin warrior monk, and then, his face became extremely flushed again.

humiliate

It's an absolute humiliation.

And let Shi show what he had learned, and break his stick with a sword, isn't this humiliation?

The monks were also stunned, just saw a hint of it, and then stopped eating in an instant, it was simply ...... The heart is like ashes, and there is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

Jingyue looked at the blue-faced monk and said lightly: "The drunken eight immortal stick method invented by the Shaolin Thirteen Stick Monks must be drunk and awake, half drunk and half awake to have the greatest power." Brother, you forgot to drink........"

"But... It's a violation of the bar for drinking!"

The blue-faced thin warrior monk's face turned red, and he hesitated for a while, and responded.

"There aren't so many rules in Landa Temple. Xu Feng said loudly, "You haven't mastered the essence of the Drunken Eight Immortal Stick Method. ”

"Okay, I'll go drink, we'll fight again. ”

Jingyue put away her sword and stood, shook her head and sighed, "You can't beat even if you drink." ”

The face of the blue-faced thin warrior monk was blue and red for a while, and he was embarrassed and angry.

It's such a bully!

"Jingyue wins!" the accompanying warrior monk beside the first seat of Xufeng had compassion in his eyes, and he reluctantly announced.