Bai Lian and the long whip were soft and firm, the wind was howling, Meng Xueli's body swayed like lightning, like a swimming fish, passing between the two, the "Baiyin Baidai" in his hand had been disassembled into two swords, and his right hand was pulled A sword flower, the silver-white sword light shook like a star, and at the same time, the left-hand sword slashed forward, and the body showed incredible coordination.
In this scene, the purple skirt and the pink skirt fluttered in white, mixed with a little bit of cold light, and several people watching the game were dazzled and dizzy. Ji Xiao explained: "Bai Lian unfolds against the wind, blocking the opponent's sight, the ultimate move is a hidden weapon in the sleeve."
Before he finished speaking, there were several sharp clashing sounds like a shower of rain, a row of silver needles were blown away by Meng Xueli's sword flowers, scattered like meteors in the sky, and returned to the girl in the purple skirt. Three footwork can be avoided.
Jing Di looked at Xiao Tingyun in surprise, thinking that this kid still has some skills.
When the hidden weapon was released, the girl in the pink skirt was as flexible as a snake, and wrapped around Meng Xueli's left-hand sword, which firmly absorbed the blade. Unexpectedly, Meng Xueli didn't turn to hide the silver needle, and didn't try to draw the sword. Instead, he suddenly waved his arm. , threw her out with the whip and smashed her straight at the girl in purple, like using a catapult. The girl in the pink skirt hurriedly let go of the whip. It was too late. Meng Xueli's right sword quickly attacked.
The audience had never seen such a style of play, and Jing Di asked, "What's going on here?"
Xiao Tingyun explained: "The two of them cooperate in this set of hands, and they are very skilled in one fight and one fight. It can be seen that they are often tried and tested, but as long as one of them misses, the other is in danger, and it is easy to defeat each of them."
The talisman master whispered: "If it was me, I couldn't hit the hidden weapon with the first move, so it shouldn't be easy..."
The sword energy in the patio overflowed wildly, leaving several nicks on the Optimus Stone Pillar, and debris rustled. As expected by Jing Di, after half a cup of tea, the two flew out of the patio and fell to the ground, splashing a burst of smoke. They were wounded several times, and they were also poisoned by their own hidden weapons. They knew they were powerless to fight again and were defeated.
Meng Xueli said, "After fighting like this, you won't learn anything." His breath was calm and his expression remained unchanged, not like he had just experienced a fierce battle.
The two were stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was explaining the meaning of "convenient guidance".
Liu Jingyuan shouted: "Come here if you lose! We have medical practitioners here, as well as alchemists' healing pills!"
The two girls stood up with gloomy expressions, their dresses were covered in dust, they looked back at Meng Xueli, whose cloak was spotless, and one of them said angrily:
"Jianzun Dao Companion, it's really extraordinary, it's our sisters' carelessness, but don't be complacent! You are really in the limelight, but you are fighting alone, you can't rest, challengers come one after another, and it becomes a battle of wheels, you always have the truth. When the energy is exhausted and the spirit is weak, in the later stage, whoever comes, will consume you to death. I won't go elsewhere tonight, just stay here and watch, to see how people fight later, and who can take away the Sword Sovereign's relic in the end."
Meng Xueli smiled and said nothing. It was great to stay, and the plan was half successful.
Xu Sanshan was short-tempered and shouted: "If you lose, you will lose, and you don't forget to rhetorically and shake others' will to fight. It really is the 'most poisonous Xiashan woman's heart'!"
The girl in the pink skirt sneered: "Beijing Mountain is really a barren land, and the beast masters are all shallow and rude and vulgar!"
The two factions of Xiashan and Beimingshan have been at odds for a long time, and Jing Di of Mingyue Lake had to smooth the game: "It's all defeated by Elder Meng.
Ji Xiao said lightly: "I want to watch the battle and enter the circle."
The two of Xia Shan looked at him and saw that he had a good temperament and a handsome but unfamiliar appearance. The girl in the purple skirt asked curiously, "Who are you? What kind of family are you from?"
Ji Xiao's expression was calm: "The commentary of this field. Hanshan disciple."
The girl in the purple skirt choked and rolled her eyes: "Explain? Then tell me, the two of us have a higher cultivation base than him, so why did we still lose?" And the loss was too fast, and it was very embarrassing.
Ji Xiao said helplessly: "His true essence is at least twice as condensed as yours, and you can break through at any time. You seem to be high in cultivation, but in fact it is false. Coupled with the lack of combat experience and skills, you are defeated."
The two female cultivators had a vague feeling when they were fighting. Meng Xueli's real energy was like a majestic river, and he was able to put it in and out. Xiao answered one by one. The expressions of the two gradually changed, showing serious and solemn expressions, and after a while, they bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry, please ask this fellow Taoist's name."
Ji Xiao just waved his hand: "It's okay."
The two of them looked at each other, and invariably thought of Hanshan's eldest disciple. Unlike Jing Di, Cui Jing likes to wander around. Many people have heard his name, but few have seen him in person.
At the same time, Meng Xueli welcomed the second batch of challengers. Halfway through the battle between him and the two girls from Xiashan, the three came, but they didn't show up, hiding from the side to watch the battle, thinking that Meng Xueli was using double swords. The three of them didn't say much, they simply nodded their heads and rushed up, only to see the two swords in Meng Xueli's hands merged into one, turning into a long spear.
The gun body swept across, the wind was surging, and the group attacked for a while, and the defense was tight and airtight for a while.
Meng Xueli said while playing, "Your footwork is too slow, and your left and right legs are not coordinated. Go back and practice more basic skills."
"Your swordsmanship has too many tricks, it's not practical, let's simplify it."
"You still can't cooperate."
The opponent sounded extremely harsh, and a burst of anger welled up in his heart. The quicker he made moves, the more flaws he had. After he was defeated, he looked back and thought about it, and suddenly found that Meng Xueli was telling the truth and pointed out his own problems. There were two sisters from Xiashan who were demonstrating in front of them, and the three of them also stood in the circle and asked Ji Xiao for advice.
More and more people are flocking to the courtyard of the central city. If you look down from the sky above the secret realm, the courtyard will attract a sweet candy bar, attracting ants from all directions.
The disciples came from different sects and used different martial arts and weapons, but the final outcome was the same. These outstanding contestants were not slow in their rush, but Meng Xueli was faster, but in three hours, the circle drawn by Xiao Tingyun was half full.
In front of everyone's eyes, they are all famous and arrogant young people, no one is embarrassed to breach the contract, and then go up to play the second game. Seeing that the latecomers are all defeated like themselves, the mentality is more balanced. Anyway, everyone loses, it doesn't seem very shameful to lose, the skill is not as good as others, willing to bow down, losing to Sword Master Dao Companion, can be considered a loss.
In the later stage, instead, he hoped that Meng Xueli would continue to win and prove that he was not wronged.
Meng Xueli was fighting on the patio, and he raised his knife and fell, as easily as chopping melons and vegetables; Ji Xiao answered questions under the patio, with a patient attitude and a gentle tone, like he was treating the younger disciples of Hanshan Lunfa Hall.
Some practitioners who are over 200 years old and who have experienced the battle between the human and the demon world, will use an old-fashioned argument when giving advice to their younger generation: "The young monks today have not been baptized by war, but they grew up at a peaceful age, and they do things rashly. Impatient, so-so in practice, compared to us, it’s like a beat generation.” So he pointed and reprimanded.
Ji Xiao disagrees with this set. In his opinion, there are talents and talents from generation to generation. People from different eras have their own joys and pains, as well as their own limitations and creativity. Compared with the older generation, this generation of young people is more gentle and tolerant, and more aware of rules.
Someone asked: "I am more diligent in practicing my body skills than I am practicing swordsmanship. Master also said that I have practiced enough. Elder Meng also said that I am slow, so I should be almost talented?"
Ji Xiao replied: "You are slow not because you are unskilled, but because the true essence is running in the wrong path. The operating path that suits most people is just not suitable for you. When you use the lightening technique, try most of the true essence without going through the pulse. , changed to take the pulse, did it get faster?"
The man jumped up and down on the spot, and said with joy, "It's really much easier! Senior brother accepts my salute."
Someone else asked: "Who knows what kind of Qimen weapon Elder Meng makes, and it has changed a lot. I have never seen it before..."
A sense of satisfaction rose in Ji Xiao's heart, his eyes softened, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like the melting of ice and snow in the mountains, and the people around him were stunned for a moment.
Ji Xiao said: "'Time and a hundred generations', his Taoist companion gave it."
As the number of people increased, Ji Xiao's explanation became more and more detailed, answering every question, regardless of sect. The disciples gradually realized that this is a rare opportunity to learn about the characteristics of various sects, to understand their own shortcomings, and to enhance their personal strength.
No one wants to leave, just like in the last class at the end of the year, Mr. Xi talks about the key points of the big test. Whoever leaves first, who listens less, and who suffers.
At first, everyone came to teach Meng Xueli, who was arrogant, and win the Sword Sovereign's relic. No one could have imagined that it would turn into a large-scale coaching competition, plus a Daoist exchange meeting.
At dawn, the star river lost its color, the east was white with fish belly, and a ray of morning light sprinkled on the patio.
The loser this time was a loose cultivator. After asking Meng Xueli a few more words, someone shouted unhappily, "If you have any questions, ask again. If you have time, Elder Meng is already very tired after the fight!" "Yes! Ah, everyone, be conscious!"
So the scattered cultivator walked off the ring and walked into the circle consciously.
Someone shouted, "Elder Meng, are you really tired? After you get tired, you can rest for a while?"
"That's right, adjust your breath for a while, eat something, we'll wait for you!"
The next cultivator who walked into the patio didn't take action immediately upon seeing this. He bowed to Meng Xueli and stood still.
Everyone knew in their hearts that in the current scene, if the challenger showed his unparalleled strength and won Meng Xueli in an open and fair manner, he would definitely become famous and become the worthy leader of the competition.
On the other hand, if he took advantage of the danger or used tricks to win over Meng Xueli to get the Sword Sovereign's relic, he would become the target of public criticism, and he would be in trouble in the future. Huai Bi's guilt is the first, and the other people's dissatisfaction is the second: everyone loses, why did you win
Standing in the spring morning breeze, Meng Xueli untied his silver cloak and threw it to Xiao Tingyun far away. The cloak stretched against the wind, like a battle flag, Xiao Tingyun stretched out his hand to take it.
Meng Xueli only wore a snow-blue brocade robe, held up a spear, and said to the waiting monk, "Come."
He was active and full of energy, and his fighting spirit was burning to the peak.
All the spectators witnessed this scene with their own eyes, only to feel that this person's thin body contains endless true essence and energy, as if only the word "horror" can describe it.
Ji Xiao did not report his family, but only said that he was a disciple of Hanshan, so everyone acquiesced that he was Cui Jing. It was not until the next day, when the real Cui Jing and a group of Hanshan disciples came to the patio, that the spectators realized that they had made a mistake.
"So you're not Cui Jing? Then who are you?"
"This fellow Daoist, thank you for your advice, please also inform your name."
Ji Xiao: "Changchun Peak, Xiao Tingyun."
"Meng Xueli's apprentice? The body of the legendary sword spirit?"
"No, this junior brother has only been in the Dao for a long time, so he can give us some pointers..."
Everyone was silent for a while, and reluctantly smoothed the logic behind it: Jian Zun is very strong, so his Taoist companion is very strong, so the apprentice of Jian Zun Taoist companion is very strong. Following this line of thought to comfort myself, I can feel better in my heart.
Cui Jingbai was wearing a sword in white clothes and was in the dust. He was a little surprised to see Meng Xueli, and quickly returned to his usual indifferent expression.
Meng Xueli persuaded: "You forgot? We fought before. You can't win, stand up."
Cui Jing was silent. Meng Xueli had no choice but to use his sword.
Young geniuses are always proud. Jing Di's pride is to invite friends and companions, and enjoy being surrounded by stars and the moon. Cui Jing's pride is to be alone, disdain to walk with others, and never turn his back if he doesn't hit the south wall.