The next time it was the written test between Zhang Xiaofan and Chaoyangfeng Chu Yuhong, Yunmo went to the ring of the brothers and sisters of the same sect and turned around, and finally walked to the "shock" platform.

Chu Yuhong has not yet arrived, only Zhang Xiaofan is standing on the stage alone, his eyes are empty and dazed. There was only Zeng Shushu in the audience who came to cheer for him, and the rest were all Chaoyang Peak disciples whispering about Zhang Xiaofan. Yunmo naturally heard what they were saying, and walked to Zeng Shushu's side unhappily and coughed.

The audience was quiet, and all the disciples of Chaoyang Peak looked at Yunmo who was talking to Zeng Shushu in disbelief, and did not dare to make a sound, yesterday's stomp was really stomped on the hearts of all the disciples of Chaoyang Peak.

The bell sounded, and Chu Yuhong flew up to the stage, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have recovered from his distraction, looked down the stage, and saw Yunmo's eyes lit up here. Yunmo nodded at him, and Zhang Xiaofan nodded vigorously as if he had gained strength from his smile.

The two on the stage first saluted each other, Zhang Xiaofan was not deeply involved in the world, and a few big truths amused the people of Chaoyang Peak, and even Zeng Shushu was also a joke.

After a few polite words, Chu Yuhong sacrificed the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and smiled as if he was confident: "The name of the sword is "Shaoyang", Senior Brother Zhang, please." ”

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated a little, and finally took out his black burning stick from his arms.

There was laughter on and off the stage, Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, his face was flushed, and he couldn't say a word, just silently endured the contempt and shameful gazes from all directions.

The faint blue light on the burning stick overflowed, but it was faintly invisible under the light of the Shaoyang Sword on the opposite side, but Zhang Xiaofan felt the familiar coldness wandering in his body, and finally glanced at the burning stick that gave him hope and brought him ridicule, remembered what Yunmo had said that night, and rushed out.

The worst thing is to die on this stage, is there anything worse?

Yunmo was a fierce spirit, and his spiritual sense was as sharp as his, and at this moment he felt endless violence, as if the figure on the stage was not the little junior brother who was a little cowardly and cowering, but a demon from ancient times who came back to the time tunnel.

Suddenly there was some heartache, what kind of state of mind would a person be in to burst out with such tremendous power.

Zhang Xiaofan took his ugly burning stick and instantly disappeared into the huge sun-like brilliance emitted by the Shaoyang Sword.

"Okay!" The Chaoyang Peak disciples in the audience were overjoyed, and applauded and cheered triumphantly. It's just that these reached Yun Mo's ears, but they were so harsh.

"Senior Brother Zeng, how about we make a bet? I bet on our family's seventh child, and I can defeat that Chu Yuhong with just one move. Yunmo's voice was not loud, and it could not be transmitted to the stage to give warmth to Zhang Xiaofan, who was fighting alone, but it was enough for the surrounding Chaoyang Peak disciples to glare at him angrily.

Zeng Shushu didn't have time to answer, only to hear Chu Yuhong on the stage roar, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword rose to the sky, and the light immediately dissipated, revealing Zhang Xiaofan's figure.

And Chu Yuhong seemed to be seriously injured, and retreated again and again, and after a while, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the seven orifices on his face were bleeding at the same time, and he stretched out his right hand and pointed at Zhang Xiaofan, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything anyway.

After a while, I saw his body shake a few times, fall to the ground with a thud, and faint.

On and off the stage, there was silence, everyone looked at each other, and only heard Yunmo snort coldly.

Not to mention that the disciples of Chaoyang Peak rushed to rescue Chu Yuhong, Zeng Shushu thought for a moment and asked softly: "The person from Dazhu Peak you said that day is Senior Brother Zhang." ”

Yunmo patted him on the shoulder: "Don't tell others." ”

In the subsequent competition, although the disciples of Dazhufeng's first line have grown, they are still gradually out one by one, and in the end, only Zhang Xiaofan, Tian Ling'er and Song Daren are still not eliminated.

Here, Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling'er were flying up and down, and over there, Zhang Xiaofan was holding the black burning stick tightly in his hand: "Senior Brother Peng, please let it go!"

Yunmo stood alone among the disciples of Fenghui Peak, he couldn't understand Zhang Xiaofan's state of mind at the moment, and he couldn't change the decision of his fellow disciples to cheer for Tian Ling'er, just stood here silently, looking at the figure that was a little thin and looked extremely lonely forever.

One man, one burning stick, face the whole world!

Peng Chang had already been advised by Zeng Shushu, knowing that although the little junior brother on the opposite side looked weak, he was a rare rival, and he didn't dare to hold it up at the moment, and the magic weapon was struck out with all his might.

The applause was thunderous, and the "dry" position was completely another world. Everyone was shouting loudly, obsessed with the two beautiful figures on the stage.

Yunmo supported Zhang Xiaofan, who was covered in smoke and blackened fire, to separate everyone, and Tian Buyi and his wife, who had attracted attention by the movement of the crowd, turned around and saw that they frowned at the moment when their eyes met.

The two of them walked in front of Tian Buyi, Tian Buyi looked at the disciple he neglected the most, looking at him who didn't know the so-called stubbornness, but a burst of uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in his heart, this anger was so strong that although he tried his best to suppress it, everyone still heard his anger: "Old Seven, which guy actually hurt you so much, isn't it enough to win?"

"No, Master. Zhang Xiaofan tried his best just to take a look at the delicate figure on the stage, and at the same time saw the anger on the fat face, and a trace of care, he finally couldn't support it, and smiled hard and said: "I won." ”

Tian Buyi left here with the unconscious Zhang Xiaofan in his arms.

That night, Zhang Xiaofan was inevitably interrogated after waking up, knowing that stealing the exercises was a taboo in his own family, he never confessed Tian Ling'er, just lowered his head so much: "The disciple is not good, please punish the master!"

"Poof" hit him in the chest like a mountain of hard blows, and Zhang Xiaofan slammed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yunmo saw all this in his eyes but did not intervene, he naturally had a way to resolve the bruise on Zhang Xiaofan's chest, but he didn't do it. Since Tian Ling'er privately taught him the trick will inevitably be revealed, it is better to keep this palm and let Tian Buyi get angry. Seeing that Tian Su and the others had left the house, Yunmo walked over and carried Zhang Xiaofan to the bed and lay down: "Little junior brother, don't hate your master in your heart." His man has always been hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and the power of his sleeve robe is only deliberately to shake the meridians in your chest, so that the blood that has accumulated in your chest can be forced out of your body, but it is for your good. ”

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and fell asleep.