"I lost?"

Feng Ming stared blankly at the cold and piercing sword body in front of his throat, his brain was blank, and he felt at a loss for everything in front of him.

"That's right, you lost!"

Qu Bingtong was dancing with his eyebrows fluttering, and his face was proud. Although the meridians in her body were a little painful because of the extreme outburst, the joy of victory overpowered all the pain.

"How is this possible?"

Feng Ming looked at Qu Bingtong blankly, the other party was just a slightly stronger opponent in his opinion, but he didn't take the other party to heart from the beginning.

Even the elders in the family were full of confidence in him, he couldn't figure it out, how could he lose?

"Smack......

Qu Bingtong's wrist moved, and the long sword patted lightly against Feng Ming's cheek.

"Little white face, what's the matter? I can't afford to lose! Do you want to cry your nose?"

Qu Bingtong returned what the other party said just now.

Feng Ming's handsome face suddenly turned red, and the arrogant appearance of the woman in front of him made him grit his teeth, and turned around with a knife and left.

"Yanshan Qu Bingtong wins!"

The voice of the disciples of the Taixuan Sect sounded behind him, Qu Bingtong's head became more and more arrogant, and Feng Ming's back became more and more small in her contrast.

Many of the onlookers below knew Feng Ming's identity, and they were all whispering at the moment. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, the meaning of the mockery was clear to Feng Ming.

"Feng Ming, don't leave yet!"

Above, Xue Ming, the true disciple of Tianji Peak, suddenly spoke lightly.

The voices below were silent, and Feng Ming also stopped.

"Send a token, collect Fengming as a disciple of the outer sect of the Taixuan faction, and wait for the end of the ceremony, and then officially worship the master. ”

Xue Ming's cold voice spread throughout the audience, and an inner disciple immediately took out a token and handed it over. The disciples who have been recruited through the Disciple Acceptance Ceremony are generally people who have cultivated to a high level, and they usually become inner disciples after a few years.

"Ahh

Feng Ming opened his mouth in a daze, and looked upward, but saw that his elder had a gloomy face, and he snorted even more coldly when he saw him.

"Senior Brother Feng, don't care, even if it's not for your face, Feng Ming is already qualified to get started. ”

Xue Ming explained with a light smile, then looked at the two of them and said, "What's the matter?"

saw Wei Lei and Hua Xiaofu suddenly straighten up and bow deeply to the back.

"Elder Lu. ”

"Well, she's the girl you said had good potential?"

A gentle and indifferent voice remembered.

But a handsome middle-aged man with a skin as clear as jade and snow-white hair appeared behind several people at some point.

"Elder Lu!"

The other people also straightened up and bowed.

Lu Yunxiao, the elder who shook the light line, the third on the heavenly list, once fought against the people who had just entered the Dao Foundation!

"Yes!"

Wei Lei nodded.

"When she loses, take her under the door!"

Lu Yunxiao's eyes were shining, his body was flawless, and he spontaneously brought out an ethereal Dao intent, which was the external manifestation of being about to enter the Dao Foundation.

"Yes!"

Offstage, Qu Bingtong was looking at Feng Ming in a daze, but Chen Ziang had already stood up and yelled.

"What's going on? If you lose, you don't care if you win? You guys are looking at the relationship and going through the back door, we don't accept it! We don't accept it!"

Some onlookers also whispered eagerly, and some people with no background even echoed loudly and shouted.

"The Taixuan faction accepts apprentices, how can it be that whoever wins and who wins? Talent, potential, and background are all comprehensively considered, if whoever wins will be accepted, then is it still called the apprenticeship ceremony, it is simply called a martial arts competition!"

Liu Shan of Tianxuan Peak above suddenly shouted, and all the noisy sounds were instantly suppressed under the infusion of innate true qi.

"Whoever is not satisfied, can automatically withdraw from this apprenticeship ceremony, and my Taixuan faction will never keep it!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent.

Chen Zi raised his eyebrows, and was about to open his mouth again, but he saw Qu Bingtong's delicate body trembling slightly, his eyes were red, and he wanted to cry.

"Qu ...... Miss Qu, are you alright?"

Feng Ming opened his mouth, and suddenly felt that the outer door certificate in his hand was a little hot, and his eyes when he looked at Qu Bingtong were also full of complexity.

"I'm fine!"

Qu Bingtong snorted, suddenly turned over and jumped out of the ring, wiped his sleeves in front of his eyes, and ran towards the outside of the arena with his sword.

"Miss Qu!"

Feng Ming stretched out his hand, but he heard the voice of his own elder Feng Pian in his ears.

"Wait and go up the hill to my quarters, it's really useless!"

His body stiffened, and his head hung down.

Tianquan Peak, inside the bamboo building at the foot of the mountain.

"Since they don't accept you, then we will call until they accept it! Don't worry, with me, even if they don't accept it, you won't weaken those who worship the mountain gate!"

There was a rare hint of anger in Chen Ziang's voice.

"Hmm!"

At this time, Qu Bingtong also came back to his senses and nodded fiercely.

"Tomorrow, your opponent's ancestor was once an outer disciple of the Vajra Sect, and later moved to Qingzhou and changed the exercises of the Taixuan Sect. But the martial arts follow the path of the most rigid and yang, and the weapon is an angry Vajra Ming Wang pestle with twelve strands on all sides!"

Chen Ziang held a big hand, and a golden vajra one person high appeared in his hand.

"I'm the best at this kind of weapon, and you'll be able to win it cleanly tomorrow!"

After speaking, Chen Ziang suddenly laughed, and his heroic spirit was fully revealed, and the vajra pestle seemed to be held in the hands of the angry King Kong, and it smashed down with the intention of tearing the world with anger!

The next day, dark clouds covered the land, and there was no wind and drizzle.

"Yanshan Qu Bingtong, please advise!"

"Fengnan Yanhu, please advise!"

"Boom!"

The vajra suddenly, the hard stone platform suddenly cracked, and the vajra with a rough shape and a fierce aura in the majesty had already struck Qu Bingtong head-on.

Before the weapon arrived, the strong wind had already swept in the drizzle, and the low sound of wind and thunder was faintly resounding under the vajra, with Yan Hu's strong body, a fierce and violent intent rushed to his face.

"Kill!"

Qu Bingtong's eyes narrowed, the long sword stood forward, and there was a faint murderous aura in the sword body.

The sword body broke through the layers of rain curtains, lightly dotted on the pestle body, the body took off with strength, and the sword shadow flew up, like a delicate flying swallow, swooping from all directions.

The vajra opened and closed widely, and it was extremely powerful, but its movements slowly became sluggish under the attack of the dexterous swiftlet.

Qu Bingtong's every blow was just right, hitting the weak point of Yan Hu's pestle method. The agile body like a god is tossing and turning under the crazy vajra, which seems to be thrilling, but it is always unharmed.

And the mighty Yan Hu is like a flying insect that has fallen into a spider's web, although he struggles desperately with his true qi, but in the end he is still powerless!

"Yanshan Sect Qu Bingtong wins!"

"Fengnan Yanhu is under the door!"

"Grass!"

Chen Ziang scolded in his heart.