Although Ying Xiaomin panicked, he was not chaotic, and the original three spells on the long sword "snorted" and spontaneously combusted without fire and turned into ashes, and under the dance of Ying Xiaomin's fingers, it rotated into a shield and fought with the tearful bamboo sword that flew in. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yi Jingming and his wife were sitting on the rostrum, watching Yi Xingyun's competition. Suddenly, Yi Jingming noticed that Youdao's gaze fell on him, and when he turned his head to look, he found that it was Master Qingjing in the middle.

Seeing that Yi Jingming looked at him, Master Qingjing smiled slightly, and said, "Lord Yi Feng, your son is young, no matter his skill or adaptability, he is not inferior to you back then, and his future is limitless." It seems that you have been raising children well over the years. ”

Yi Jingming bowed his hand and said with a smile: "The master said that he laughed, the dog's qualifications are reckless, and he is not as careless, but it is better to be stable than the nobleman, no matter what the victory or defeat is, he will expect too many teachers to teach a lesson in the future." ”

Master Qingjing glanced at Ying Xiaomin, who was fighting with Yi Xingyun in the field, and said, "Master Yi Feng, the apprentice is stubborn, this competition will be of great benefit to her in the future, and I hope that Lord Yi Feng will not hesitate to teach her more lessons." ”

Yi Jingming smiled, and said politely. turned his head to look at the test table, but saw the sword qi flying in the air, Yi Xingyun and Ying Xiaomin floated in the air, pinching the trick with both hands, and the two long swords were fighting together. It seems that the two are of equal strength, and it is difficult to decide the winner for a while.

It's just that Yi Jingming looked at Ying Xiaomin in the field, but a figure couldn't help but appear in his heart. A hundred years ago, with a long sword in his hand, the person in Qingxuguan made countless people in the Demon Sect frightened and impressed, and the moves he used were the same as those of Ying Xiaomin today.

That person is the senior sister of the previous Qingxu Guan Guan Master Qingxin Shitai, and the current Guan Guan Master Qingjing Shitai. Now that this should be Xiaomin, Yi Jingming glanced at Master Qingjing who was focusing on the competition, I don't know what deep relationship he has with Master Qingxin?

In his thoughts, he saw that there was a change in the competition in the field, but it was Yi Xingyun who was careless and couldn't dodge, so Ying Xiaomin's long sword cut off the corner of his sleeve. It's also thanks to Yi Xingyun's quick reaction, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as a sleeve but an arm.

And Yi Xingyun is not a fuel-efficient lamp, after the sleeves were cut off, the tearful bamboo sword flew quickly, Ying Xiaomin was not happy, he saw the green flashing in front of him, his head was only off, and he suddenly screamed, and a green silk on his head was scattered on his shoulders.

It turned out to be between the lightning and flint, and the tear bamboo sword cut off the girdle.

"Wow" The audience was in an uproar, and the two were on equal footing, almost equal to each other. And some people saw Ying Xiaomin's long-haired shawl for the first time, and they couldn't help but boo and talk about it.

Yi Xingyun saw that Ying Xiaomin stopped, he also took away the tears, smiled, and said, "It turns out that your long hair and shoulder-length appearance are much better than your original." ”

Ying Xiaomin's face turned red, caught the hairband thrown by the female disciple of Qingxuguan, tied it with black silk on his head, and scolded: "Deng's disciple, look at the move." But it was the sword that struck again.

At this time, Ying Xiaomin's move contained anger, fast and ruthless, and the move was accompanied by the special effect in his exercises, and the surrounding temperature seemed to decrease a little with each move, making people shiver.

Yi Xingyun is the defensive heart section in the Chaos Heavenly Qi Technique, seeing the moves, there is no chaos at all, and the audience is very addicted.

Yi Xuan in the audience watched her brother and Ying Xiaomin turn into gray figures, colliding in the air, and making loud noises, but she was not very worried, she turned her head to look at the direction of the other competition table, and what she was really worried about should be Luo Xiaosang in the competition over there.

He was lost to the Shanming monk of Fanming Temple in the last round of the competition, thinking of Shanming, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, the monk's eyes were like two bright lights in the night, as if you could see through it at a glance, not to mention the profundity of the skill.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind the crowd of onlookers, and then the crowd seemed to get out of the way, and a person in green clothes, which was broken and scattered, was staggering step by step. Yi Xuan was stunned, and the person who came was Luo Xiaosang, who was still worried.

"Brother Xiao Sang, are you okay, how is your competition?" Yi Xuan welcomed Luo Xiaosang to the Zhufeng disciple observation area, and asked cautiously while looking at Luo Xiaosang.

Luo Xiaosang stood still beside Yi Xuan, looked at Yi Xingyun who was still fighting fiercely in the field, and asked, "How is Xingyun?"

While speaking, she accidentally choked on her saliva and coughed a lot, who knew that Yi Xuan saw it in her eyes, thinking that Luo Xiaosang was injured, so she was so shocked that she took out Yun Mengsan and said: "Brother Xiaosang, you are injured, Master Shanming's skills are profound, I think he should keep his hand, how did he let you get hurt." ”

Luo Xiaosang took Yun Meng's dispersal and said, "My injuries are not serious, Senior Brother Shanming and his subordinates have shown mercy." It's just a competition, and I won the competition. ”

"Brother Sang, it's okay if you're fine, it doesn't matter if you lose, Master Shanming...... Brother Xiao Sang, what are you talking about?" Yi Xuan originally thought that it was reasonable for Luo Xiaosang to lose, and was about to say some comforting words, but he didn't expect Luo Xiaosang's words to be amazing, so shocked that Yi Xuan's voice increased by an octave, and even the other disciples who were paying attention to the competition around looked sideways, covered their mouths, and stared at Luo Xiaosang with a dull expression.

Luo Xiaosang smiled bitterly and said, "The competition judged me to win, but it was Master Shanming who withdrew from the conference himself." After speaking, he briefly talked about the competition, and of course, he hit it without hiding.

After hearing this, Yi Xuan stared at Luo Xiaosang with a look of surprise, like looking at a complete stranger, and said after a long time: "Brother Xiaosang, no matter what the reason is, you have won, your luck is really ......" When he said this, he felt inappropriate, so he stopped and didn't continue.

Luo Xiaosang watched the spectacular scene of the fierce battle in the field, and said with a wry smile: "I was lucky, otherwise, I would have been knocked off the stage after a while." ”

It's just that Luo Xiaosang watched the fierce battle in the middle of the competition to the white-hot stage, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. It's not that the scene is shocking, nor is it to learn from the combat experience, but because of the moves used by a person in the field and the exercises contained in them. This person is not Yi Xingyun, but he is Ying Xiaomin, who is recruiting and pressing.

Why is the exercise she uses so similar, or even identical, to the other of the two exercises taught by Monk Zhikong?

If it is said that the monk Zhikong passed on the little Mida Gong of Fanming Temple to himself, it is reasonable, because he was originally a monk of Fanming Temple. But why the monk Zhikong can understand the practice of pure emptiness and pass it on to himself is unreasonable and emotional.

Luo Xiaosang's heart was shocked, his face was cloudy, Yi Xuan thought that he was in a complicated mood after being injured and winning, so he didn't bother anymore, who knew that Luo Xiaosang was shocked at first, and then he was fascinated by the exercises in Ying Xiaomin's moves, just like a person was demonstrating in front of him, how to use the exercises to make moves, and what he didn't understand in his practice suddenly became clear, and he was fascinated for a while.

It's just that Luo Xiaosang didn't know that at this time, among the disciples of Zhufeng, a pair of bright eyes stopped at him, and he never moved away for a long time.