Hao Shibo's words were like a light in the night, which made him realize that although this is a simple truth, but when you are in it, you don't know the trick. Hao Shibo reminded him as a bystander, so that he could understand the doorway.

In the hall of a certain cave mansion in Tibetan Sword Peak, Wei Maoji on the main seat was holding a cup of tea in his hand and sipping lightly. On the chair at the bottom, Wei Song sat straight and looked humbly taught.

"Song'er, today you and Wan Qingsong defeated extremely dangerously! This son is strong and can win half of this time, which shows that you are a big fate. Zhu Benjia's strength is not bad, and Wan Qingsong is in the middle of the match, although you lose to him, it is not a surprise. But tomorrow's two disciples are mediocre in strength, and they have a good chance of winning. If this is the case, your record is three wins and one loss, and you will have no worries about qualifying. ”

Wei Song's face flashed with joy, and he said, "Thank you to the third uncle for bothering me to refine the top-grade magic sword, and my nephew is grateful!"

Wei Maoji took another sip, put down the teacup in his hand and said: "If you can qualify smoothly, only fifteen people will participate in the second round of the competition, and the chances of the top ten are still very good." ”

The two opponents of tomorrow are not worth mentioning, with the sword in my hand and the peak strength in the later stage, it must be easy to win, Wei Song thought in his heart. He has already begun to think about how to deal with the second round of the competition, and said with confidence: "Tomorrow's two competitions, my nephew will definitely win them all, and live up to the expectations of the third uncle." ”

Wei Maoji thought the same thing in his heart, this time the chance to get Ning Yuan Dan is not small! He explained a few more words, and said with a smile: "You should rest early! Although tomorrow's battle is easy, you can't be too careless, so as not to capsize in the gutter." ”

Wei Song didn't think so, but said in his mouth: "Yes! My nephew must go all out!"

......

The next day, it was still a fine day.

Liu Yiwen came to the square and no longer had the same sense of awe as he did when he first saw him. He came to the audience as usual, and walked around but didn't see Yuan Sulan's shadow. At this time, the competition had not yet begun, and he was still thinking about what Master Hao had taught yesterday. Today's two matches are scheduled for the second and fifth rounds.

Wen Tao has two wins yesterday and three matches today, and several of his peers have already accompanied him to the "Xin" ring to wait. Liu Yiwen was preparing to watch the competition between Wei Song and Qin Caihong in front of the "E" ring. This is already Wei Song's third competition, and aside from personal grudges, this son's strength should not be underestimated. Qin Caihong's strength in this group is the weakest, and it is very likely that she will lose in a row, but this woman is still young, and she has a good chance of the next session.

As expected, Wei Song easily won the first round of the competition. In less than a stick of incense after the competition, Qin Caihong abstained and admitted defeat, while Wei Song was in high spirits. In the second round, his competition with Wan Qingsong did not take much time, but the scene was quite intense. Although he lost again, the opponent won extremely reluctantly. At this point, his record is one win and two losses, and the chances of qualifying are slim.

He had just returned to the audience from the ring and found Yuan Sulan waving to him. The little frustration just now disappeared without a trace, and he hurriedly walked towards this woman.

Liu Yiwen became wooden for a while, and said happily: "You're here!"

Yuan Sulan chuckled: "Well, it doesn't look like I'm in the same bad mood as I thought." Wouldn't it be a pity to lose?"

Liu Yiwen sighed: "What's the pity, I didn't plan to win." Participating in the competition is just to hone in on it. ”

Yuan Sulan said in surprise: "Senior Brother Liu doesn't want to get that Ning Yuan Dan?"

Liu Yiwen replied crisply: "Of course I want to, and I think badly! But with my strength, even if I get out of this round of competition, I am afraid that I will be eliminated in the next round." ”

Yuan Sulan said happily: "Hehe, I didn't expect my junior brother to think so much, but we others are too worried!"

Liu Yiwen's heart was hot and said, "Su Lan is also concerned about my competition?"

Yuan Sulan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said, "After all, it's also old knowledge, of course I hope you can win the competition." ”

Liu Yiwen felt strange ripples in his heart, feeling that this woman had no affection for herself. I was in a good mood, so I sat next to her and watched the competition with him and chatted casually.

Unknowingly, the fourth round of the competition has begun, and Liu Yiwen is reluctant to get up and ruin this good time chatting with the beautiful woman. Yuan Sulanxiang reminded lightly: "Are you going to play?"

Liu Yiwen sighed: "Yes, although there is no hope of qualifying, this competition is too long for me!"

Yuan Sulan understood what he was referring to, and said softly: "Don't be reckless, are you afraid that you won't have a chance in the future?"

Liu Yiwen nodded and said, "I know!"

With that, he headed for the ring!

In the ring, the deacon and uncle briefly explained two sentences as usual, and the competition began.

Eyes like.

Wei Song held a sword in his hand, his eyes were shining, and he really had the demeanor of a master, and Liu Yiwen locked his gaze on him step by step. Suddenly, Wei Song put away his sword and said calmly: "This junior brother, since he has no hope of qualifying, it is better to abstain and admit defeat." It also saves a lot of headaches. ”

I only heard that his words were full of arrogance, and he obviously didn't take Liu Yiwen seriously.

Liu Yiwen's old hatred was difficult to rehabilitate, and he sneered: "It seems that Your Excellency is holding the ticket to victory, and I don't know where the confidence comes from!"

Wei Song said angrily: "But in the realm of the early and late Jin Dynasty, he is so ignorant! I wanted to end up in harmony, but since I humiliated myself, then Wei will fulfill you!"

Liu Yiwen looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "Just let the horse come! I hope your sword is as sharp as your mouth!"

"Zheng!"

"Boom!"

Liu Yiwen's sword pointed at his opponent from afar, and his momentum increased sharply. A cloud of sky-blue aura flashed on the sword body, and slowly the blue color spread over the entire sword body, and the temperature in the entire light shield dropped sharply, as if in an ice cellar.

Wei Song's figure froze, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, and the fire on the bronze sword was faintly red for a moment. He swung two swords in his hand, and waves of hot air slashed through the cold, making the void look a little distorted.

Liu Yiwen no longer hesitated to leap into the air, and the shot was the ultimate sword-style "Feihong". The crescent-shaped blade of light went straight towards Wei Song with a cold aura.

Wei Song calmly swung his sword, a ray of fire hit the crescent moon, ice and fire struck, and layers of qi waves were set off in the light mask. Both of them took half a step back at the same time, their faces full of surprise.

Liu Yiwen didn't expect that his shot was a move to press the bottom of the box, and Wei Song was able to calmly recruit students to resolve it, and he was impeccable. Moreover, Wei Song's mana is definitely much stronger than that, and it will not be beneficial to him for a long time. Yesterday, Hao Shibo specially instructed him for this, and today's first competition was to attack wholeheartedly and not fight a protracted battle, although he was defeated, he realized some experience.

He swung another sword, and with a change in the shape of his hand, he summoned several diamond-shaped stones and smashed them into the opposite direction.

Wei Song didn't expect Liu Yiwen to attack so quickly, and he said that a wall of wind blocked the stones from the outside. With this attack and defense, Liu Yiwen was less than ten steps away from him, and he rolled to Wei Song's right side with a sword and stabbed straight to the head.