"Brother Yu, I heard Zhang Hou say that you fought for the Water Cold Sword in the Huofeng Grand Canyon this time, it's really thrilling!" Xiao Yan stared at Ding Xiaoyu with eyes as clear as autumn water. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, we're lucky, otherwise we wouldn't have come back. Ding Xiaoyu hugged Xiaoyan with emotion.

I still remember that in the misty stone forest at that time, Ding Xiaoyu was chased and killed by a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and almost died.

If you lose and regain, you will know how to cherish it more.

Ding Xiaoyu then talked in detail about his encounter in that cave, obtained the inheritance of the Longxing Sword Venerable, and refined the spirit fruit to improve his internal strength.

"In comparison, our experience of going out this time is much more mundane, just catching a few spies from the Blood Seal Villa. ”

Xiao Yan said with some expectation: "Brother Yu, you have made a lot of progress during this time, I expect that the ranking should be from more than two hundred, at least to the top 100." ”

"When it comes to rankings, I'm not going to think about it. As long as you can feel your progress in a tangible way, that's enough. In short, I will make those who once looked down on me understand that Shibei should be impressed for three days. Ding Xiaoyu said.

Seeing that Ding Xiaoyu was so high-spirited and treated him calmly, Zhang Hou spread his hands and expressed helplessness.

"Don't be discouraged, although your progress is not much, but in the Misty Stone Forest, it has been confirmed that you can resist some poisons. Ding Xiaoyu said.

"It's a pity that in the sect competition, it is not allowed to use the quenching secret weapon, and I can't give full play to this advantage. Zhang Hou grinned bitterly.

Then, Ding Xiaoyu explained the sword moves to the two of them, and then went back to rest, mainly to adjust their state and prepare to fight with all their strength tomorrow.

In the early morning of the next day, Ding Xiaoyu and his brothers gathered in the back mountain of Fengming Peak of the Yuntian Sword Pavilion, where there was a place called Guiyun Canyon. The surrounding clouds and mist are shrouded, and for some reason, this place attracts a large amount of clouds, which seems so deep and mysterious.

Except for the disciples who had been training outside and had a few retreats trying to break through the realm, the others came here very religiously. For the disciples of the Cloud Sky Sword Pavilion, the sect competition is very important, the ranking in the large sects is still very reliable, and whether or not they can rank high means how much achievement this person can have in the future.

Feng Mingfeng Lord wore a purple and gold crown and a luxurious cloak, and said loudly: "The deceased is like this, it is another year in the blink of an eye, and all the disciples, how much progress there is, today is the time to verify." No matter what rank you end up with, you have to fight hard. Wait until the point is over, and don't hurt your life. ”

The peak master is quite imposing, and it is said that he is a master of the innate Shangqing realm, and he is also good in the innate realm.

After he had said these words, one of the deacons and elders read out the detailed rules for the contest.

Ding Xiaoyu and the others don't have the leisure to listen to these rules, they are all clichés, they have long been familiar with it in the past, it is nothing more than to draw lots to select the opponent, once the opponent admits defeat or the referee says that the competition is over, they can't do it again...... and the inability to use poison weapons, hidden weapons, etc.

After the deacon elders finished reading the rules, they would draw lots to select their opponents, and there would be several rounds to be conducted, and each disciple's record would be recorded. And when it came to the quarterfinals later, the duel between them was the finale of the competition.

There were more than 500 disciples who participated in the competition, and in the first three games, Ding Xiaoyu won easily. Seeing these ordinary opponents now, Ding Xiaoyu seemed to see his former self, so vulnerable.

For these junior brothers with poor strength, Ding Xiaoyu did not have any disdain, but felt very sympathetic and hoped that they would improve their strength quickly.

Before he knew it, Ding Xiaoyu had entered the one hundred and sixty ranks.

And in the next competition, the opponent is not so ordinary, it is a short-haired man with a height of 1.9 meters and a broadsword, exuding a fierce atmosphere.

"Ding Xiaoyu, you don't know me, but I know you. I heard that after you ranked 200 in the last competition, you were selected to go outside for training. However, what qualifications do you have? I am one hundred and fifty excellent disciples, remember that my name is Zhang Yangtian, and I am about to completely defeat you. The strong man who was one meter and nine tall said a lot, looking quite indignant.

"I don't have to remember your name, because I'm not as weak as I used to be. Ding Xiaoyu smiled lightly.

"Don't be ashamed, don't think that you have some luck, the elders appreciate you, it's amazing, take it!" The strong man Zhang Yangtian picked up the broadsword with both hands and slashed at it, just like a whirlwind.

The sword qi slashed across the ground, forming a deep imprint.

Ding Xiaoyu performed the light skill of "stepping on the snow and flying Hong" that he had just learned, and he dodged quite elegantly.

There are a lot of people watching the battle around, and because there are many more competitions going on at the same time, people often choose to watch the exciting battle.

"Hugh has to dodge, delay for a while, you are still a fiasco, and if it is a man, there will be a head-to-head showdown. Zhang Yangtian immediately raised his broadsword and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyu with a roar, just like a crazy cow.

"You said it yourself, I wanted you to show your majesty for a while, but it seems that this is the only way to go. Ding Xiaoyu said, and the dragon-patterned sword in his hand wrapped around a dense sword curtain.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyu did not perform the specific tricks in the dragon swordsmanship, but some of the sword moves that were derived and connected, Ding Xiaoyu just moved as he wished, and the sword qi roared like a dragon.

In an instant, Zhang Yangtian's broadsword was entangled in a thousand threads, and his impact was also blocked.

"Give you some face, and I won't kick you. Ding Xiaoyu slapped Zhang Yangtian with the body of his sword.

After a short rest, if you win the next game, you will enter the top 100, and the warriors who can go this far are not bad.

In this field, Ding Xiaoyu's opponent did not use a sword, in the Yuntian Sword Pavilion, most people practiced the way of the sword, but there were also a few other ways to cultivate.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyu's opponent was a tall and thin young man holding an ash pole spear. Under the tip of the gun, there was a large cluster of red tassels.

"It's kind of interesting, you've made a lot of progress. I'd love to know if you'll be able to match my ash spear. The tall and thin young man sneered.

Ding Xiaoyu said leisurely: "I didn't expect me to be so famous in Fengming Peak now, it really makes me a little embarrassed." In any case, let's let it go, the outcome is unpredictable. ”

"It's hard to predict the outcome of the game, and I appreciate your confident energy. As the tall and thin young man spoke, his figure flew like the wind, and the elasticity of the ash pole spear was very good, and he waved it with a "sneer", and the red tassels at the tip of it spread out, which greatly affected his vision.

Ding Xiaoyu emitted several sword auras, all of which were flexibly bounced away by the tall and thin young man with an ash pole spear, which was really weird like a loach.