After the drizzle, the back mountain is exceptionally fresh.

In normal times, it is not easy to come to the back mountain, let alone at night.

Choosing an open place, Fu Qiu lifted his sword and used the first style in "Lingyun Twelve Styles" - Feiyan took off.

Fu Qiu moved forward, extremely fast, holding a sword in his right hand. Then he spun and swung a few swords, then took off into the air, turned over and stabbed forward!

The blade of the sword roared past a green bamboo, bringing out a crisp sword sound.

Fu Qiu turned over and fell, and the long sword returned to its sheath.

There was a deep sword mark on the green bamboo, which was caused by the sword qi.

Fu Qiu smiled bitterly and sat down, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

- He still couldn't control the strength after all.

'Is it really a problem with the mind?' Fu Qiu couldn't help but ask himself.

"Try again!" Fu Qiu turned over and bounced again, and the long sword was unsheathed again, like a bolt of lightning, shuttling back and forth in the back mountain bamboo forest.

"Break the Sky!"

With Fu Qiu's shout, his figure had already jumped high, holding the sword with both hands, and his true qi was concentrated in the tiger's mouth, focusing on the sword body, and slammed down on a bush!

However, the moment he landed, he suddenly retracted, wanting to withdraw the true qi on the long sword.

Call~!

Although the sword had been stabilized, the true qi on the long sword had already turned into a silver light and the sword qi burst out of the air, splitting the bush in half...

"Sure enough... The more powerful the sword move, the more unable it will be..."

During the day's competition, he didn't do his best. Even so, he still won the first place in the Qingtan Palace. But how could this be the case when fighting against the disciples of the other branch halls? I am afraid that I would have been kicked out of the ring a long time ago.

"What to do..."

However, just as he was melancholy, a golden light from the bushes caught his attention.

Later, he found something resembling an elixir in the bushes.

"Jin Dan?"

Fu Qiu felt very strange, this pill was cold through the body, and there was a chill all over his body when he touched it. There was a faint golden light, but there seemed to be some black colors.

Fu Qiu picked it up and smelled it, and a fragrance entered his nose.

And at this moment, the elixir suddenly glowed with golden light, but it was black and misty. A magical power emanating from it restrained Fu Qiu and made him unable to move. And this golden pill suddenly became larger, and it feathered into a trace of black-red mist, which was incorporated into Fu Qiu's mouth and nose...

"My head... Ahh

A burst of sensation came from his brain, and he only felt a surge of blood in his body, and then his eyes went black and he passed out.

When he woke up again, it was already three poles of the sun, and he was also carried to the precept hall in the Qingtan Palace, and the sword was hanging on the stone wall next to it.

Qing Yu Zhenren was not there, and in front of him were two deacon disciples, Cangyun and Canghai, who were staring at him with ghostly expressions.

"As a disciple of Lingyun, you didn't abide by the precepts, and you actually sneaked away to the back mountain to drink in the middle of the night? You were still drunk and unconscious! Fortunately, the master found out with us in time and brought you back. Otherwise..."

"I never drink alcohol!" Before Cangyun could finish speaking, Fu Qiu interrupted loudly.

Fu Qiu never drank alcohol, because the seventh article of Lingyun's precepts was to prohibit Lingyun's disciples from drinking alcohol in the sect.

"You haven't been drinking, then why are you full of alcohol! You're almost drunk to death! If it weren't for the master's exercise for you to dispel the blood, I'm afraid your head would have exploded!

"Okay, Brother Cangyun, since he is awake, let's follow the precepts. Let him think about it for a month, so that he can sober up!"

Then, Canghai pulled Cangyun and walked out of the door.

'Passed out for a day? Nope!'

Fu Qiu suddenly thought that today was the day of the general competition, and if he was locked up in this precept hall, all his efforts would be in vain!

"No way!"

Fu Qiu turned over and jumped up, took off his saber and rushed out, before Cangyun and them could react, he had disappeared in front of him...

Lingyun Peak, there are still two hours away from Qingtan Peak, but fortunately, there is a teleportation circle on each main peak, which can make people go back and forth between the peaks in an instant.

There are a few disciples guarding the circle, and there is no passage on weekdays, so they can't use the circle privately. Fortunately, these days are Lingyun, and you can be unrestricted.

After rushing to Lingyun Peak, the general competition was coming to an end.

There were a lot of people outside the Lingyun Palace, all of whom were disciples who came to watch the general competition.

The disciples of Qingtan Peak are walking back, and it seems that none of Qingtan Peak has won this time.

When everyone saw Fu Qiu rushing over, they immediately shouted angrily: "What are you still doing?! Qingtan Peak has already been sold by you! The master will step down as the hall master tomorrow!!"

When Fu Qiu heard this, he had mixed feelings in his heart, but he knew that as long as the general competition was not over, he should not give up!

"I announce that no one from Qingtan Peak has won this 'Lingyun Fight'! The people who entered the finals were Qing Yao, Yueluo, Bai Huaizi, Lin Xiaoyue, Tan Feng, and Yun Fan..."

"Wait a minute!!"

In front of everyone's eyes, Fu Qiu turned over to the stage, facing the stunned hall masters and elders, Fu Qiu saluted one by one.

"Elders, Fu Qiu, a sword-wielding disciple in the Lower Qingtan Palace, is delayed due to something, and I hope that the elders will allow me to continue to compete!"

Fu Qiu's gaze swept over the spectator seat one by one, and finally stopped at Qingyu Zhenren's pale face.

He knew that this was caused by the loss of too much true yuan, and all of this was to save him.

He didn't have time to think about what happened yesterday, and what he had to do now was to try his best to get a place in the competition, as long as he could get into the top six, he could keep his position as the master of the hall.

According to the ancestral system, those who are late to the general tournament are dismissed. Unless the eight elders vote to approve the sixth, or challenge the other five disciples with one enemy and five, if they can win, they will be the first. The ancestral system is the ancestral system, and even the suzerainty has no right to interfere.

There was a lot of discussion on the viewing platform, and the elders exchanged views one after another. Fu Qiu looked up, and only Qingyu Zhenren was silent.

And in the audience, except for the elders, the other disciples were silent.

After a few moments, the deliberations seemed to have come to fruition.

The sword-wielding elder Lingyu Zhenren stepped forward, set his eyes on Fu Qiu, who was kneeling on the stage, and said indifferently: "Fu Qiu, the sword-wielding disciple of Qingtan Palace, has decided at the discretion of the eight elders, according to the ancestral system, if you want to win the ranking of the general competition, you need to fight the remaining six disciples on the stage at the same time. If you can win the first battle, you will be the first place in the overall competition, otherwise, there will be no ranking, do you dare to fight?"

Facing six sword-wielding disciples, yes. Since the Sword Elder had already announced the top six finalists, this time he was not one against five, but one against six!

At least three of the eight elders objected, which would be tantamount to forcing Fu Qiu to give up the general competition.

With one against six, he has no chance of winning!

Fu Qiu was silent, he didn't know how he should choose. It's not a matter of life and death, if he can't beat it, it's just a shame for him at best. However, this determined his master's status in the Sword Sect after that.

In the past three years, Qingyu Zhenren has been carefully teaching Fu Qiu, and even taught him his self-created mental method in advance-Qingyu Jue.

And he lived up to expectations, among the twenty-two closed disciples of Qingyu Zhenren, he had the deepest comprehension, and in just two years, he had comprehended Qingyu Jue to the realm of fourth-order soul breaking. For others, it will take at least ten years.

"Haha, aren't you the second person to be criticized as a Lingyun Wizard? What's wrong?

I don't know who coaxed it, and for a while, the entire Lingyun Peak was boiling.

"Look at the way he looks, and everyone looks like he owes him a debt for the rest of his life. ”

"I heard that this guy secretly drank in the mountain behind Qingtan Peak the night before yesterday, and he was unconscious!"

"Is it true? The seventh rule of the sect is that once you enter the sect, you are not allowed to drink and make trouble in the sect, and you are not allowed to gamble and have fun in the sect. I don't know how their hall master of Qingtan Peak punished him, but he can still come out and jump, tsk..."

"Heh! Don't you look at how many years they have had no disciples from Qingtan Peak selected for Lingyun Pavilion? Sixty years! A whole Jiazi! If you can't choose again this time, Qingyu Zhenren's position as the hall master will not be guaranteed! Finally, there is a decent disciple, is he willing to punish him? Doesn't this have the luxury of relying on him to protect himself?"

......

These all reached Fu Qiu's ears.

Fu Qiu was suddenly furious and out of control. The blood flow in the body is upwell, boiling and surging in the meridians of the body like boiling water.

'Unforgivable!'

Fu Qiu stood up, and looked at all the people present who were mocking him.

He can't let the master down!

"I!