The competition is always cruel, at the end of the day, there are only sixteen people left in the contestants, the brothers and sisters are envious and awe-inspiring, and the defeated more than 40 people regretfully quit, among which the bitterness they taste alone.

And what is surprising about this year's Seven Veins Martial Arts is that among the sixteen people, Da Zhufeng, who has always been in decline, actually accounts for three of them, far better than the previous ones. No matter what happened internally, Tian Buyi had a great light on his face externally, and his face was smiling on this day, and in the eyes of the disciples, there were many discussions in private.

And the rumor of Zhou Bai's defeat with a sword was also spread throughout Qingyun intentionally or unintentionally, and under Zhou Bai's repeated insistence, several senior brothers of Dazhufeng kept silent about it. And the defeated Chaoyang Peak is unwilling to reveal his scars,

In addition, he was in the ring at the edge of the square at that time, and there were not many onlookers, so he was quickly covered by the demeanor of Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao, and Lin Jingyu.

As the sun sets, the noise fades away as a touch of afterglow dissipates, and a crescent moon rises quietly in the east, but the last side of the sunset is still not visible.

The night is deep, the warmth of the sun is missing, and the cold moon hangs high in the sky.

Zhou Bai didn't see Lu Xueqi today, and he didn't hear the rumors that she had cut off other people's fairy swords again during the day.

In the blue water pool, Lingzun slept soundly, although he was a foreign beast, he had no bloodline inheritance, and could only rely on instinctive sleep to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and accumulate his own cultivation.

The level is like a mirror, the waves are not alarmed, the sky is full of stars, and it falls into the water.

Zhou Bai sat for a long time before leaving.

The next day, the Qingyunmen Seven Veins Martial Arts entered the third round.

Sixteen Qingyun disciples were exactly distributed in the eight rings, competing at the same time. Among the three people in Dazhufeng, Zhang Xiaofan was arranged to compete on the stage, Song Daren was on the stage, and as for the competition between Tian Linger and Lu Xueqi, they were arranged to compete on the largest and most conspicuous stage.

Needless to say, Lu Xueqi, who is pregnant with "Tianya", in the past few days, whenever the young disciples of Qingyunmen appear in the competition, they must be surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and the water is impassable. And Dazhu Fengtian Ling'er originally had a reputation for early wisdom in Qingyunmen, and in the past two days, he has shown his skills, even overcoming strong enemies, everyone is paying attention, and his appearance is also beautiful and unique, and Lu Xueqi is bright for a while, and the good deeds have many comments in private.

Today, these two outstanding young female disciples of Qingyunmen in the past hundred years met prematurely, and there may be regret among the elders, but the young disciples are all overjoyed, and they have surrounded the ring like an iron bucket early.

Song Daren and Zhang Xiaofan both stood in front of Tian Buyi and said goodbye to him, Tian Buyi looked at Song Daren and said in a deep voice, "Today's opponent is Chang Arrow of Nagato, this person has a stoic nature, has cultivated the Tao for many years, and has a very strong defense in the Dao, just the opposite of the immortal sword 'Ten Tigers' you cultivated, you have to be careful." ”

Song Daren said respectfully, "Yes, Master." ”

As for Zhou Bai .... Tian Buyi showed a hint of a smile, "Old Seven, even if you have cultivated the fourth layer of Xuanqing Dao, you must also be careful." After a pause, Tian Buyi said, "Your opponent Peng Chang is a disciple of Fenghui Peak, and the magic sword Wu Hook is made of thousand-year-old fire copper. Don't be careless. ”

Zhou Bai smiled and said, "Yes, Master." ”

Song Daren looked into the distance and said to Tian Buyi, "Master, it's not too early, I'm going with my junior brother." ”

Tian Buyi nodded, and Su Ru, who was standing on the side, smiled and said, "Be careful." ”

The two separated after squeezing out of the crowd, and Zhou Bai shuttled through the crowd alone and came to the ring in another corner.

Offstage, most of the disciples of Fenghuifeng were here, and Zhang Xiaofan also saw a group of senior brothers surnamed Gao. Fenghui Peak is a major branch of Qingyun Sect, and the number of disciples exceeds two hundred, second only to Changmen Tongtian Peak and Dragon Peak.

Those familiar faces smiled and nodded in a friendly way when they saw Zhang Xiaofan. But he was not in the crowd before, and obviously went to compete in another ring.

The mountain breeze came slowly and blew on the side of the face.

"Dang!"

The sound of bells in the distance rang almost at the same time, echoing at the top of Tongtian Peak, far away.

A tall young man leaped from the stage, surrounded by fiery snakes.

"Senior Brother Zhang. Peng Chang bowed his hand with a gentle expression: "Peng Chang, a disciple of the lower wind back peak, please ask Senior Brother Zhang to give advice." ”

Zhou Bai naturally returned the salute.

After the two met the ceremony, Peng Chang smiled slightly, looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down, and then lowered his voice, "Senior brother, Senior Brother Zeng has already told me about you, he said that your strength is unfathomable, for the sake of Senior Brother Zeng's face, don't let Senior Brother lose too ugly." ”

Zhou Bai's face was stunned, this cheeky appearance was exactly the same as Zeng's, isn't it the tradition of Feng Huifeng?

Zhou Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and said, "Senior Brother Peng, just take action." ”

Hearing this, Peng Chang put away his smile slightly, nodded, and swiped his right hand in front of him, and with a bang, a sword that scattered red light, almost like a fairy sword surrounded by burning flames, was sacrificed.

"This sword 'Wu Hook' is cast with thousand-year-old fire copper, please teach Senior Brother Zhang. For some reason, Peng Chang's whole face was serious and calm, but he seemed to be speaking to an evenly matched enemy.

As soon as the words fell, the blazing aura instantly enveloped the entire ring, and this fiery aura was strong and strong, which was completely different from the gentle and righteous spirit of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword of Chu Yuhong of Chaoyang Peak yesterday, and it was a little more domineering and violent.

The burning flames coiled behind him like a giant serpent, and Peng Chang stood proudly like an ancient fire god, and the blazing flames caused puffs of smoke to float in the air, and even his face was a little blurred.

The huge flame became more and more vigorous, making people wonder what it was burning to burn so vigorously, the disciples of Fenghui Peak who were far away from the stage all felt hot and pressing, and the disciples who were shallower in cultivation even retreated, and some of the senior brothers who had been friends with them all changed their faces, and everyone could see that Peng Chang was completely fighting for life and death at the moment.

"What the hell is this Senior Brother Peng doing?" Senior Brother Gao looked horrified, is this trying to kill someone?

The emaciated young man next to him frowned and said, "I seem to have seen what Senior Brother Zeng and Senior Brother Peng said before setting off before the competition. Didn't he fall out with this junior brother of Dazhufeng?"

Not mentioning the various speculations in the audience, Zhou Bai frowned slightly in the face of the increasingly blazing firelight, his physical body was only at the fourth layer of Xuanqing Dao, and the fire snake condensed by Peng Chang had already reached the power of the seventh layer of Xuanqing Dao, if he waited for the other party to fully exert it, he could resist it with the power of his divine soul.

He didn't want to show his cards early and he didn't want to get hurt.

The fiery serpent rose into the air like a dragon.

The three-inch flying sword fell out of the cuff and turned into a four-foot green edge. Canglan Sword handed, Zhou Bai's gaze turned from plain to cold, and even the person with the sword disappeared in front of Peng Chang in an instant.

Dragons have reverse scales, while snakes have seven inches.

All kinds of moves have nodes, and as Zhou Bai's sword body was cold, the fire snake fell with a bang, turning into a rain of fire.