Xuan Ling's expression was calm, and he didn't reply to his words. He just turned his eyes to look at Yu Chu, and a slight smile appeared on his thin lips, and he asked obediently, "Master?"
"Yeah." Yu Chu agreed, squinted his eyes, and said, "Go ahead and compare."
"Okay." The young man bent his clear pupils before stepping down the high platform. While walking down the stairs, he raised his white fingers, countless ice and silver fragments lingered, and a silver spirit sword appeared under his slender fingers instantly.
His expression was indifferent, the boy's black pupils reflected on the surface of the silver spirit sword, and a icy color between his brows, his figure was tall and clear, and he was unparalleled in style.
He said flatly: "Brother, please advise."
"Where is it?" Xiao Qinghe said with a smile.
However, he had already pulled out the long sword in his hand, squinted his eyes, and made up his mind to "teach" the other party well.
A cruel smile crossed his lips.
The female disciples all became nervous.
"Brother Xuan is your opponent?"
"Junior Brother Xuan has only practiced for a few years, doesn't it mean that his aptitude is average... how can he compare to Senior Brother Xiao?"
"Ah... Then, nothing will happen..."
"Senior brother Xiao should have a sense of proportion..."
They discussed in low voices, and they had already decided that the boy would be defeated. Looking at that slender and beautiful figure, they couldn't help feeling a pang of regret.
The stage competition has begun.
Xiao Qinghe took the lead in attacking, and his sword moves were dazzling. The immortal on the stage had already stroked his beard and showed a look of approval.
Xiao Qinghe, as the eldest disciple of the Immortal Sect, naturally does have real talents and learning, and has something extraordinary.
"It's a talent..." You Xianzun said.
"My Xianmen can be considered a successor."
"..."
The three immortals next to him chatted casually, and Yu Chu took a sip of tea lightly, unmoved.
Finally someone asked her: "What do you think of Feng Zun? Do you have any comments on your little disciple?"
Yu Chu put down his teacup, patted his sleeve casually, and said, "My apprentice is invincible."
The immortals next to him couldn't help but click their tongues, and said with a joke: "Although I am your direct disciple, it is a bit exaggerated to say that no one is invincible."
"Yeah, after all, his aptitude..."
"And it's only been a few years of cultivation."
The immortals discussed in low voices, and some people looked at the high stage of the competition, wondering: "Qinghe has already used his ultimate move, why Xuanling still has no response..."
Everyone looked over.
Sure enough, Xiao Qinghe's long sword was already approaching his eyes, but the slender boy stood still.
The wind blown by the long sword blew through Mo's hair, and the young man narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers slightly.
"It's too close, how can he hide? It's too late to hide now..."
"Still inexperienced..."
Just when several immortals frowned and sighed, the young man held the silver spirit sword in one hand, and his slender figure flipped up beautifully, passing over the opponent's head neatly.
The immortals opened their eyes wide in surprise.
And the disciples who were watching below did not expect that the person who was not optimistic at first escaped Xiao Qinghe's first move so unexpectedly.
The thin lips of the young man on the high platform were slightly hooked, and the pupils were set off by the silver shattered light, like a handful of shattered stars.
It was too late when Xiao Qinghe realized something was wrong.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart, and when he was almost in front of him, the opponent lightly changed direction, closed his hand and put the tip of the sword away, and the hilt slammed into his chest hard.
The immortal power in Xiao Qinghe's body became disordered for a while.
He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with shock like a stormy sea. He looked at the boy's eyes as if he was looking at a monster.