The mist in the canyon slowly dissipated, and the surrounding thorns became much rarer, replaced by towering trees.

Qin Sheng cautiously walked between the trees and the trees.

......

At the same time, two more people met unexpectedly in the east of Qin Sheng.

"Senior Brother Chen, it's you, you almost scared me to death. ”

The purple-clothed young man looked at Chen Sheng opposite and breathed a sigh of relief.

"This trial is not the same, draw your sword. ”

The relaxed expression on the purple-clothed young man's face instantly froze. In the Shadow Demon Sect, Chen Sheng is notoriously belligerent, and he never shows mercy to his subordinates in weekday discussions, let alone this trial.

The young man's hand trembled a little when he pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he refused to pull it out.

"You don't even have the courage to face me, and you deserve to take part in the trial?"

"Zheng ......"

The purple-clothed young man was enraged by Chen Sheng's words, and the long sword was instantly unsheathed.

The exploding sword shook the sky with a chill.

Chen Sheng smiled coldly: "This is like words! Since you drew your sword, then don't blame me!"

There was a soft snort.

A cold light leaped out of the scabbard behind him.

Chen Sheng's sword was different, he used a broad-leaf sword, and the sparks on the wide blade kept exploding.

The long sword stabbed straight at the purple-clothed young man opposite.

The purple-clothed young man changed color in shock, and the long sword in his hand hurriedly blocked it.

The cold light in Chen Sheng's hand changed, and it actually pierced through the armpit of the purple-clothed young man.

"Poof......

Blood splashed, the long sword in Chen Sheng's hand shook, and the blood on the blade turned into a puddle of blood and rained down on the grass.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Syllable...... Good swordsmanship!"

Chen Sheng inserted the long sword behind his back with his backhand, and said coldly: "Enough has been seen!

As soon as he finished speaking, a man jumped down from the tree opposite.

"I knew it was you, that sick ghost wouldn't have such strong masculinity. ”

Ouyang Tianxiong smiled and said, "Brother Chen Sheng, you still play so hard in such a naïve trial, are you interested in these people?"

"You're not here to make fun of me, are you?"

"Hehe, Brother Chen's words are serious, to be honest, this trial is enough to see you and me and the sick ghost, I think Brother Chen, you also know that the gun in the hand of the sick ghost is not easy to mess with. ”

Ouyang Tianxiong observed Chen Sheng's expression as he spoke: "I believe that no matter who we meet, it will be difficult to please him, and it is very easy to pass the trial, but wouldn't it be a pity if we didn't take this opportunity to get rid of an opponent?"

Chen Sheng understood what Ouyang Tianxiong meant, but he still pretended not to understand and said, "What should I do with Brother Ouyang's meaning?"

Ouyang Tianxiong's teeth itched with hatred, this Chen Sheng obviously knew what he meant, and he still pretended to be confused.

"You and I join forces to get rid of that sick man, and then we go hand in hand. ”

"Hahahaha...... It's rare that Brother Ouyang can afford me Chen Sheng, so it's a certainty. ”

Xie Xiong's face darkened in the stands.

These two people teamed up to deal with Zhang Yi in Fengyulou, who else would let these two join forces in this trial.

"This Chen Sheng is so impressive every time, it seems that the two of them will definitely pass the trial this time. ”

Du Bingcheng, the representative of Xiaoyao City, smiled: "Yes! In the future, our two factions will stand on the same line as the Sword Furnace, and Senior Han will have to take care of it more in the future!"

"It's too early to say that, and don't forget that there's a second trial ahead. ”

Xie Xiong hugged his hands in his arms, and his face was full of anger.

"Anyway, you Fengyulou has no chance this year, so you're waiting for ten years!hahahaha......"

Du Bingcheng's words were full of smoke, and his broad palm slapped heavily on the armrest of the chair.

Han Zhengtian ignored the three arguing, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see the future.

......

Midsummer was shuttling alone in the woods, she was actually very close to Duan Feng now, and as long as she looked up, she could see the guy's obscene face.

"Who?"

With a cold snort, Midsummer looked up and saw Duan Feng riding on the tree.

"Midsummer beauty, would you like to go with me?"

Duan Feng's obscene face, coupled with his speaking voice, made Zhongxia want to beat people very much, although this guy's nature is not bad, but Zhongxia still wants to beat him.

"Duan Feng, you climb so high and beware of falling to death you, did you see Qin Sheng on it?"

"No, this canyon is too big, and if you're unlucky, you won't be able to touch him. ”

Midsummer was slightly disappointed when she heard Duan Feng's words.

Duan Feng smiled and said, "But don't worry, Senior Brother Qin's luck has always been good, you better think about yourself more!"

"I'm not worried about him!

Duan Feng turned over and fell lightly from the canopy.

"This guy's body seems to have improved a lot. ”

As soon as Duan Feng stood still, Midsummer pulled out the short sword at his waist with a whoosh.

"Who is it?"

"You don't know me, do you?"

"Ahem, ahem...... Hey, have you been discovered?"

Just when Duan Feng thought that Midsummer drew his sword to fight him, another faint voice sounded behind him.

A sickly-looking teenager sat on a tree not far away, staring at Midsummer with a smile in his eyes.

Duan Feng's heart tightened, the tree that this young man was sitting on was only a few feet away from the tree he had just been sitting on, but he didn't notice anything, if this person wanted to attack him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Wind and rain Lou Zhang is sick!"

If you talk about genius, then Zhang Yi of Fengyulou is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses, and he has the cultivation of the Imperial Qi Realm at the age of twenty. A silver spear in his hand made it superb, and won the nickname of a silver spear marquis.

Duan Feng recognized the person at a glance, and among the geniuses of the younger generation, Zhang Yi had a high popularity.

The short sword in Midsummer's hand exuded sword energy, like the fangs of a fierce beast.

"It seems that I still underestimated you, and I always thought that those two guys were worthy of my shot, but I didn't expect that a little-known Kunyun Sect would also produce your two geniuses. cough cough cough cough ......"

The smile in Zhang Yi's eyes did not decrease, and his thin body jumped down: "Don't worry! You don't have to kill people to pass the trial, killing people is just wishful thinking! I'll just walk over when the smoke is burning out!"

After saying that, Zhang Yi turned his head and walked forward.

Seeing that Zhang Yi had no intention of making a move, Duan Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait!"

"What are you doing? Why are you stopping this sick man? You don't want to challenge him, do you?"

Duan Feng looked surprised, if it was said that Midsummer planned to challenge Zhang Yi, it was not impossible.

With the temperament of midsummer, I want to try it when I meet a master like Zhang Ill.

Duan Feng was not worried that Midsummer would not be able to defeat Zhang's illness, he knew that the trial was allowed to kill, what if there was an accident?

"What's the matter with the two of you......?"

Zhang Yi looked back at Midsummer.

"You have a lot of opponents in the Wind and Rain Building, right! Those two people in the stands just now are obviously not good, I think they must not want to see you become a part of the Sword Furnace through the trial!"

Midsummer inserted the short sword in his hand into his waist: "Why don't you join us!

"I'm afraid of them......?

Zhang Yi turned his head and continued to walk forward, a little cold flashing in a long cloth bag behind him.

Seeing that Zhang Yi directly ignored Zhongxia's proposal, Duan Feng actually chased after him and said unrelentingly: "Oh, you sick ghost, who do you think you are......!

Midsummer smiled, shook her head, and followed.