Wang Ba's chest was like iron and stone, Wan Mu's Taixuan Yin Yang Dao Sword only pierced his clothes, and the chief instructor of Group C, Xi Kuchan, clapped his hands and applauded, "Okay! The barbarian barbarian's body is really strong, and the Yin Yang Dao Sword of Taixuan Palace can't cut through Wang Ba's chest." ”

At the same time, Wang Ba's domineering palm roared towards Wanmu, the palm wind was strong and powerful, and smashed into Wanmu with a strong wind, Wanmu jumped up, his big sleeves fluttering, like a harrier, hovering in the air.

Although Wang Ba's palm power is strong and domineering, Wan Mu seems to be more flexible.

Wan Mu volleyed in the air, holding the Dao sword in the air and stabbing in the air, the sword qi struck, Wang Ba shook hard with his bare hands, but the fist was cut open, and the barbarian's domineering iron fist was broken by Wan Mu's sword qi, Wang Ba was shocked.

He knew that the strength of this Taixuan Palace's Wan Mu could not be underestimated, but he didn't expect this person to be so tricky, and before a few rounds of duel, his barbarian's domineering iron fist was broken by him so lightly.

Wang Ba never refused to be defeated lightly, calmed down a little, and then did something that surprised the audience, only to see him leaning down and lying on the ground, trying to shrink himself into a ball, how could Wan Mu give him a chance to fight back, the volley was another slash, and a sharp sword qi was cut.

Wang Ba rolled his body hard, and at this time, the ball-like body slammed into Wan Mu quickly, and when Wan Mu's sword qi slashed on Wang Ba's body, there was a sound of metal colliding.

Wan Mu secretly thought to himself, "The strength of the barbarian body really deserves its reputation, and I have learned it today, but I am still far from defeating my Taixuan Yin Yang Sword." ”

Wang Ba didn't mean to stop when he heard what Wan Mu said, but raised his speed to the peak again, and a meat ball rubbed against the air and sneered towards Wan Mu.

Wan Mu's expression was calm as usual, and he threw it casually, the Taixuan Yin and Yang Sword slashed around Wan Mu, and a sword turned into a thousand, protecting Wan Mu tightly, and thousands of swords surrounded a sword formation, Wang Ba could not break through Wan Mu's Taixuan Yin Yang Sword Formation even if he was fast, and finally he was tired and sweaty, and sat down on the side panting heavily.

"Grandma's, I'm exhausted. Wang Ba sat on the ground and scolded his mother while taking a breath.

Wan Mu didn't seem to take Wang Ba in his eyes at all, and waited very calmly for Wang Ba to rest.

After a while, Wang Ba was almost resting, but he didn't continue to fight with Wanmu again, but hugged his fists and bowed, "Master, I'm ashamed." ”

Mo Ling'er of the Heavenly Demon Clan watched from the sidelines, and when she saw Wang Ba taking the initiative to admit defeat, she sneered: "Wang Ba, aren't you usually very powerful, why are you wilting now? ”

Wang Ba was furious when he heard this, his eyes widened, he waved his fist at Mo Ling'er, and shouted: "Mo Ling'er, you stinky woman, I'll see you being abused by Qiuyuebai's little sister later, don't cry when the time comes." ”

Mo Ling'er was most jealous of Qiu Yuebai, and was ridiculed by Wang Ba at this time, so naturally she hated it so much that the roots of her teeth itched, and she was so angry that she gasped for breath, and the two big "steamed buns" on her chest were about to jump out of her body.

Next is the duel between the little boy Bai Nen and the Funeral Flower Pavilion Meng Weisheng, the chief teacher of Group B, Duanmu Qing, just now appreciated the Taixuan Yin and Yang Sword of Taixuan Palace Wanmu, and now I really want to see the Funeral Flower Pavilion's Funeral Flower Fourteen Styles.

"Hmph! let me compete with a little kid, it's really humiliating to bury my flower pavilion, this little kid is not a wild sect, let's play with him today." Meng Weisheng didn't take the little kid Bai Tender in his eyes.

"Little brother, please advise. "Bai Nen is very polite.

Meng Yansheng's speed was extremely fast, and just inadvertently, Meng Yansheng's sword had already come to a foot in front of him, and everyone was disappointed, but they didn't expect this competition to end so quickly.

To everyone's surprise, although Meng Weisheng's sword came one foot in front of Bai Nen's body at an extremely fast speed, it was difficult to advance another half a foot, because a lotus leaf blocked the sword's path.

This lotus leaf is the one that Bai Nen usually plays with in his hand, and it looks no different from an ordinary lotus leaf, but at this time, it blocked Meng Weisheng's Dao sword, which looks a bit unbelievable.

Meng Weisheng was first shocked, and then a sword, this sword was different from the previous sword, this sword did not turn into sword qi, but turned into a falling flower.

The fallen flowers were spread on the ground, lifeless, lifeless, and the weeds around them began to dry up and gradually lost their lives.

Bai Nen quickly retreated, and the falling flowers that were laid on the ground chased after her, extending to the place where Bai Nen was.

Duanmu Qing secretly claimed to be wonderful, they were also swords, and the Burial Flower Pavilion and Taixuan Palace were so different, each with its own merits.

The little kid Bai Nen took a strange footwork, like stepping on a golden lotus, and stepped back, and Meng Weisheng's Funeral Flower Fourteen Styles couldn't catch up with him.

The chief teacher of Group C, Xi Kuzen, recognized this strange footwork, "The foot of the bowl mountain stepped on the golden lotus, this doll turned out to be from the bowl mountain, no wonder it was able to avoid Meng Weisheng's funeral flower fourteen styles." ”

Bai Nen's feet stepped on the strange footwork to avoid Meng Yansheng's funeral flower fourteen styles, Meng Yansheng suddenly changed his mind, he thought that this Bai Nen always dodged, so that his mental power would be exhausted, and he couldn't continue to consume it with him.

So he decided to take a risk, the Dao Sword in his hand flipped flexibly and rapidly, and most of his mental power was transmitted to the Dao Sword, and Meng Weisheng's surroundings suddenly set off a Yuan Qi Lang, and the Yuan Qi Lang was wrapped in the Funeral Flower Pavilion's Necromantic Evil Flower, and the Death Qi was heavier than the Funeral Flower Fourteen Styles used before.

This is what Meng Weisheng just learned before coming to the Heavenly Imperial Court for the exam, and it is a peerless study in the Burial Flower Pavilion, called the Death Qi Sword Technique.

There is a great risk in using this sword technique, this death-qi sword technique is forbidden by the Burial Flower Pavilion, it is difficult for ordinary disciples to take a few looks, only the most favored disciple of the Great Elder of the Burial Flower Pavilion, Bai Wujing, can practice it.

"The Death Qi Sword Technique, at a young age, he actually obtained the true inheritance of Bai Wujing, although he has not really mastered it yet, but it is rare to be able to use this peerless skill at the age of thirteen. Duanmu Qing said with great appreciation.

"I don't think so, I think that little guy is better, Boyu Mountain is an unborn inheritance, I heard that on the same day, Luo Shen ordered all the sects to go to the Northern Desert Sword Cliff to view the ancient monument to discuss the plan, this has never been the world's Boyu Mountain Sannian Master also went to the Sword Cliff, it seems that the Boyu Mountain is going to be born, maybe this little guy is the disciple of the Boyu Mountain, not to be underestimated!" Kuzen retorted.

The Death Qi Sword Technique is so powerful, the surrounding flowers and plants are gradually withering and dying, the white and tender little guy is gradually losing his body, and the qi set off by Meng Weisheng's Dao Sword is almost unbearable.

The little one became serious, no longer dodging, soared into the air, sat down, pointed with his right finger and stroked the flower, his lips moved slightly, and smashed a large bowl from the air, which was obviously a phantom.

The bowl went towards Meng Weisheng, and bursts of Buddha light came out from the mouth of the bowl, just enough to restrain Meng Weisheng's dead air.

Meng Weisheng's face became more and more pale, and the Death Qi Sword Technique he used just now consumed most of his mental power, and at this time, he was naturally unable to resist the Buddha's light that erupted from the mouth of this bowl.

"Brother Kuzen really has good eyesight, I didn't expect that at such a young age, the Buddha nature is so mellow, it seems that this bowl is very deep!" Duanmu Qing had already anticipated the result of the duel, and said to Kuzen.

Meng Weisheng finally couldn't resist it and retreated, with a murderous aura in his eyes.

The little guy seemed to be very happy, and he walked up to Meng Weisheng and said, "Little brother, let you look down on me and let you bully me, how about it, is this young master's big bowl powerful? Next time, dare to underestimate me, be careful to cover you underneath." ”

Meng Yansheng's face was hot, as if he had been slapped by someone, and the anger in his heart burned even more, he could only tolerate it at this time, after all, he lost to the other party, but Meng Yansheng is not a broad-minded person, and he will bully the little guy Bai Nen when he finds an opportunity.

The four chief teachers were very happy while eating snacks, knocking melon seeds, and tasting fragrant tea, while watching the duel between the disciples.

・・・・・・ the Eye of the Sea in the Western Realm, a boy of about sixteen years old was still nesting behind a huge reef, nibbling on the smelly and hard dried salted fish little by little, replenishing his body.

The four chief teachers on the mountain behind the Tianzhao Courtyard had never seen Ye Linfeng, but in the Donglai Pavilion of the Tianzhao Academy, a gray-haired old man was paying attention to Ye Linfeng at this moment.

This old man is Dugu Chenye, the current dean of the Tianzhao Academy, Dugu Chenye is sitting cross-legged in the Donglai Pavilion, his eyes are closed, and he has cultivated a pair of heavenly spirit eyes, one in the eye of the sea in the western realm, and the other in the mountain behind the Tianzhao Academy.

Ji Qiqi was also thinking about Ye Linfeng at this moment, and he didn't care about the next duel with Hongyao, as if he could win in a light way.

Hongyao secretly glanced at Ji Seventeen and looked at him secretly.

The little girl in the autumn moon is silently reciting the heart method in her heart, with a pair of eyes and low autumn water, and two long paintings of spring mountains with eyebrows, which looks extremely cute and pitiful.

Mo Linger dragged her two big "steamed buns", as if she was showing off to Qiu Yuebai how big her breasts were, but Qiu Yuebai didn't seem to notice her, and Mo Linger was very angry.

"My Fair Lady, good gentleman. Wen Ruyu held the tattered scroll in her hand and groaned.

Mo Ling'er seemed to hear what he meant, and she was immediately extremely angry.

"Poor sour scholar, if you say it again, I will kill you, believe it or not, roast your old cattle and eat it. Mo Linger shouted.

Wen Ruyu smiled and said nothing, still looking at the broken book in her hand.

Aunt Ploughing Tian sat on the sidelines, chewing garlic, chili peppers, and green onions vigorously, watching others compete while eating.

In short, this group of weirdos can't be weird anymore・・・・・・・