Warm, warm, like the sky!

Elder Jiang Chengcheng Jiang finally finished his speech with great difficulty, and went down breathlessly to rest for a while.

The elders are seated, the Four Peaks Peak Lord is seated, and the Mu Zhangjiao is seated.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and could finally speak freely, either in pairs or in pairs, or in a group, and the formation was loose but not scattered.

But I was relieved, but I was nervous again!

The competition is about to begin.

Before the draw.

At this time, there were two young Taoist priests standing on the stage, one Jiang Cunzhi and the other Song Cunying. The two of them stood at the age of year, with dignified appearances and straight figures, each holding a square wooden box in their arms. Box to lacquer, one for dark purple, one for light green, green box green sign forty, purple box purple sign forty, its number one to forty, count the number of pairs, sign to sign, the Qing Dynasty eighty sub-test opponent will be determined by this thing, eighty take forty, forty take twenty, in turn, every single person bye, finally decide the final -

Why is it eighty? Isn't there still a Fang Daoist? Could it be that Fang Daoist has a good character? Could it be that Fang Daoist has a hard background? Could it be that Fang Daoist Fu has a great life and great luck that is greater than the sky, and he does not have to advance in turn and directly qualify for the finals? No, this time there are eighty-one people, and the rules are also flexible, but the person who does not have to take turns to draw lots to compete is not Fang Yin, but Yue Ling. Yue Ling enters unilaterally every time, such as five into three, such as three into one, adding up to no more than two.

People are the first in the last session, and the natural treatment is different.

That's fair.

It is also a blessing from Daoist Fang.

And for Fang Yin, this is not a good thing.

Fang Yin just wanted to meet him earlier and defeat him, but it was impossible in a few rounds.

Eighty, forty, twenty, ten, five, Fang Yin has been silently estimating in the audience, although he has counted countless times in the past few days.

"Fang Yin-" In the buzzing whisper, suddenly there was a call from the stage!

Daoist Fang, the first.

Two-two-two, two-two-two, two-two-two, I just want two! A hand trembled slightly and reached into the wooden box, and then the Taoist priest Gao Ming came to the stage to draw lots, and his heart was eager to be extremely excited if the lottery, the grand prize!

Two!

Look! Sure enough, it's two!

The high Taoist priest was ecstatic and almost jumped up, but he still held back, held back, and forcibly suppressed the urge to cheer!

He immediately walked off the stage full of joy.

Fang Yin held a green stick, two. Gao Ming held a purple stick, two. Two people are a couple, both are two. Not to mention how Daoist Fang felt and how he felt, anyway, Daoist Gao felt that he was happy to die, happy to die, and he was going to die! It's him! It's him! When Daoist Gao came to power, he had already peeked at the sign in his hand, and two! Look at you, this is called sincerity to the golden stone is open, and it is also called God to open his eyes and good luck is coming, his wishes come true, his wishes come true! Won, win!

Gao Daoshi's face was full of smiles, his heart was about to explode with joy but he had nowhere to confide and couldn't confide, he still held back, endured it, endured it so hard, so hard! Gao Ming nodded, and said: "Don't worry, you and my brother, I won't let you lose too ugly!" Fang Yin glanced at him and sighed: "Thank you." Daoist Gao became more and more happy: "It's easy to say, uh, it's better for you to admit defeat directly, and I can save some trouble!" Daoist Fang sighed, and Daoist Gao continued to laugh: "Unnecessary trouble, the less the better, you say?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what you said!" Fang Yin smiled slightly and looked up at the sky.

Look at the clouds.

It's still a bluff, and I don't know whether to live or die!

Gao Ming snorted coldly when he saw this, how could he not know his thoughts? However, the generous person of the high Taoist priest no longer cares about him at the moment.

The ending is already predestined, miracles will not appear, no!

The box has been sold out, and forty is exactly forty.

Or know, or don't know, or half-baked or get along day and night, everyone gets their own opponent. The eighty disciples of the Shangqing Dynasty were either relieved, or asked each other, or were calm or excited, and the competition would begin in a few moments. I don't know what the result will be, and maybe the result is not important, but I have worked hard day and night to hone myself, but what is it for?

There is no one in the world who does not know it anymore!

Yue Ling stood there, quietly in the stands-

Sansheng Peak's Senior Brother Yue's civil and military skills are all outstanding, and his swordsmanship and internal skills far surpass those of his peers. Besides, he is one or two older and handsome and chic, and he treats people kindly and does things in a measured manner. Calling him a senior brother, that is when others obey him, admire and admire, and are also proud. Senior Brother Yue stood there quietly, calm and relaxed without saying a word, but he was so dazzling that people couldn't ignore it.

How much attention has been attracted, there is also a Fang Yin Taoist.

If Daoist Fang is the tail of the donkey's tail, then Senior Brother Yue is the pride of the sky, just like the fireflies and the bright moon, in Fang Yin's heart. Is it ashamed of oneself, or is it ashamed of oneself, a little angry, a little jealous, or is it generally nameless! Yue Ling, Yue Ling, you wait! Fang Yin swore in his heart and gritted his teeth secretly, his knife-sharp gaze had already exposed all his thoughts! Yue Ling suddenly glanced at him, as if he had a little bit of a heart.

Smiled, smiled, smiled.

Annoying! Annoying!

I don't realize that I have already been distracted, and I generally suffer from gains and losses. My ears were buzzing, my brain was booming, and I was thinking about it in a hurry, when I was suddenly in a daze!

Begin?

Here it comes!

When I looked at it in shock, there were already two people facing each other on the stage, and one of them was clasping his fists and saluting: "Senior brother has offended a lot, and I hope that my subordinates will be merciful." Another person shouted loudly: "Two-fingered peak Zheng Qiwu, also known as the Heaven Picking Star Sword! No need to talk nonsense, just make a move!" Looking at his quality and seeing his nature, as soon as this statement came out, Fang Yin said secretly, this person is afraid that it will not be successful! How can the cowhide blow through the sky, how can he come to the sky and pick the stars! Seeing that he was in a hurry and carrying a sword, he was very fierce, but the other party slowly pulled out the long sword and remained silent: "Senior brother, please first." ”

Senior brother may not be senior brother, just an honorific title, and the young Taoist priest who speaks respectfully is out of the Four Holy Peaks, and his name is Chen Ding. Chen Ding pulled out his sword and replied with his hand: "Senior brother, please first." Zheng Qiwu didn't wait any longer, shouted and attacked with a sword, the momentum was majestic and majestic, like a storm and a storm forced the opponent to retreat and retreat and retreat again, it seemed that there was no power to fight back, only the ability to parry!

The two fought on stage, and everyone watched from the stage.

It is made that they are all the twelve swords of the Shangqing Dynasty, and they are also familiar with the same moves, and it is quite difficult to distinguish between them and them after a while. After a while, Zheng Qiwu's heart was on fire, and the tiger roared and used the twelve swords of Taiqing, and in an instant, the sword light and figures on the stage were staggered, and the stars were as bright as the stars! Chen Ding retreated again and again, Chen Ding's moves remained unchanged, and the twelve swords and swords of the Shangqing Dynasty were still in order. The twelve swords of Yuqing are simple and straightforward, the twelve swords of Shangqing are both rigid and soft, and the twelve swords of Taiqing are complex and exquisite. It is said that the realm of the twelve swords of the Taiqing Dynasty is profound, but everything has its advantages and disadvantages, the more exquisite and subtle, the more difficult it is to practice, and the subtlety of the realm of the great achievement is the flaw, just like Zheng Qiwu-

Chen Ding's handy offensive gradually rose, Zheng Qiwu couldn't attack for a long time, and became more and more anxious, and he didn't feel that the sword style had been scattered, and when he was shocked, the other party had already driven straight into the momentum like a broken bamboo!

A few places raised cheers, a few places shook their heads and sighed, and they couldn't help but whisper again.

Zheng Qiwu raised his wrists and shouted, his face was red: "Come again, come again, I'm careless, careless!"

"Chen Dingsheng, Zheng Qiwu defeated!"

Elder Jiang broke off and said majestically, and then said earnestly: "Mo Dao is careless, if his sword is opened, it will fall to the ground more than that-" Here he earnestly taught, and there he still refused: "No, it doesn't count, come again, I lean on the sky to pick up the star sword, but-" The vertical son is rude! I don't know how to repent! When Jiang is just Elder Jiang is an ornament! Elder Jiang raised his white eyebrows and sighed: "This son doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and he doesn't know how to respect his seniors, Elder Ben thinks-" Immediately, the Sect Leader Elders and Masters who were sitting in a row nodded one after another, and lowered their heads and took a pen to sketch on the paper, as if they were grading.

When they were young, two stepped down, and one looked defeated.

The so-called victory or defeat must be justified and well-founded. There are three bases for judging the victory, one is to lay down the stage, the second is to not be able to get up, and the third is Elder Jiang. Elder Jiang decided that if you win, you won, and if Elder Jiang judged you to lose, you would lose, and what Elder Jiang said was what he said, and his authority could not be questioned! And the consequences of doubting the seniors could only be like Daoist Zheng, who not only deserved to lose his qualifications for the competition, but also deducted the winning and losing points and the impression points, and I was afraid that he could only go back with a pitiful little score and sign up for the donkey tail class.

Put it aside for the time being, the show just begins!

One-to-one, two-to-two, Fang Taoist to Gao Taoist, donkey's tail to donkey's tail, on!

Gao Ming Taoist priest jumped on the stage, floated to the center, gave a deep salute, and said in a loud voice: "Uncle Jiang is good, Uncle Jiang is hard, the younger generation is smart, also known as the peerless sword, but the joke is generous, and I also ask the uncle and ancestor to give more guidance, if so............" Elder Jiang flicked his sleeves and shook his head: "You go down, you don't need to compare!" Gao Ming was surprised and delighted, and said in a trembling voice: "How, how, why don't I have to compare?"

"You've already lost, so don't compare. Elder Jiang said word for word.

What is the situation?

"What! What is this?" the high Taoist priest was stunned, and his surprise could not be overwhelmed.

Elder Jiang showed compassion on his face, looked at him for a long time, and explained in a serious tone: "I didn't call you to come to the stage, I didn't let you speak, you spoke, and even more flattered me blatantly, if so, the third will be disqualified." Gao Ming was shocked when he heard this, like five thunderbolts: "This! Uncle Ancestor! This can't be helped! I, I, I, I don't mean that, and I don't mean to ...... either" He muttered incoherently, Elder Jiang ignored it, looked down at the roster, nodded and shouted: "Fang Yinsheng, Gao Ming defeated, the next one-"

Daoist Fang, he hasn't played yet.

Gao Mingmeng turned around, but saw that the other side was also stunned and looked over-

Is this in, dreaming?

After several cold and summer strokes, hard work, full of self-confidence, everything was so smooth and so joyful and exciting, but, unexpectedly, just like that, it was over! All the sweet dreams were shattered in an instant, countless painstaking efforts were wasted, the blow was so fast and so fierce and cruel, the high Taoist priest could not bear it, the high Taoist priest could not bear it, the high Taoist threw himself on his knees, and had already burst into tears and couldn't cry: "Uncle Shi, I should die, please have mercy and pity——"

"Are you wrong?"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have been, I deserved to die, and I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"Here, there, and there, wrong on top of wrong!"

"Very good, very good, go back and reflect on it, you still have a chance in three years, the next competition ......"

"Don't!

The crying was earth-shattering, tragic and miserable, and the poor Taoist priest could only kneel there and cry when he came to the stage, and everyone bowed their heads and couldn't bear to see it! After a while, Elder Jiang finally shook his head and sighed: "That's it, just get up." Gao Daoist's heart moved, and suddenly he saw a ray of light in the endless darkness, and as if he was caught in the boundless sea of suffering and suddenly got a life-saving straw, he was ecstatic again, but he didn't dare to get up, his eyes were hazy and he raised his head and said sincerely: "Uncle Shi, you mean?"

Elder Jiang stroked his white beard, but he smiled: "Punish a little to set an example." He raised his voice in all directions, and said earnestly: "Wait for the disciples of Shangqing, the rules should not be ignored, and anyone who violates them for no reason will be like this-" It is said that it is a monkey or a chicken, this is to scare and scare the chicken to show the monkey, Elder Jiang is not only extremely fair, but also very skilled. But in any case, time waits for no one, and it seems to others that this is purely a matter of looking for trouble and delaying the effort, because there are many people competing in the back and time is indeed very urgent, so naturally there are more opinions, but no one said.

No one dared to say.

Until Fang Yin came to power.

People are different, and no matter how many days of joy and sorrow that Daoist Gao tossed him, Elder Jiang spoke, and Daoist Fang still came to power. Daoist Fang ascended the sword test platform, and generally Shi Shiran walked to the center of the stage, and said in a respectful voice: "My name is Fang Yin, also known as the East and West Double Swords, how is the little brother lately?