The morning breeze on Jianping today is stronger than ever.
The green and yellow flags, the straight swords and bamboos, the striped robes... are all being smashed by the strong wind, giving people a sense of tension that the mountains and the rain are about to come.
Xiao Ran's words were like throwing a stone into the water, causing ripples in the hearts of the disciples. The ripples quickly spread and turned into stormy waves in an instant.
In the sparse crowd, some inner disciples who were itchy and eager to move again looked at and examined the young uncle on the square.
Shouldn't the sword-wielding elder really pick a genius with a peculiar physique
No one dared to do it.
But someone spoke.
A middle-aged disciple with an old-fashioned temperament, bowed slightly to Xiao Ran, and tentatively said:
"I heard that Uncle Xiao is good at life skills such as construction and farming. What I want today should be—"
Xiao Ran shook his head with his hands behind his back, directly interrupting the man's words.
"I don't have that spare time, I only compete for fighting talent today."
The man was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then asked in a pretentious way:
"But uncle, you..."
"Two tactics."
Xiao Ran only stretched out two fingers.
"The first plan is to limit the cultivation base and use the power of mortals to fight, only compared to physique or swordsmanship, and the spiritual tools used are also limited to mortals."
"The second plan is not limited to cultivation bases, not limited to spiritual weapons, no difference, no rules to fight, as long as you don't hurt your life, you can fight whatever you want."
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There was no sound on Jianping.
Only the wind is blowing.
Before everyone could think about it, Xiao Ran said again:
"I'll wait here for an hour. If no one answers, I won't have to create such a boring arena in the future."
The sound of the wind, Xiao Xiao rustled.
Human language, loud and clear!
The few disciples who came to watch the battle immediately dispersed, and quickly spread Xiao Ran's words to every hill and corner of the inner door.
One stone creates a thousand waves!
The Eighteen Mountains of Inner Gate exploded in an instant.
"Boring arena? Are you sure that the direct disciple said so?"
"Let the challenger choose between the two options? I thought that the direct disciples would limit their cultivation to only compete in kendo sports!"
"Why are mere mortals so arrogant? Could it be that he has hidden his strength..."
"Or is it that the sword-wielding elder has been hiding in the dark and will secretly assist him?"
"How is that possible—I just heard from Uncle Bo Yunzi that Elder Sword Master has something to do, and he won't be back until three days after Li Zong!"
"Deliberately creating evidence of alibi, secretly stuffed a secret spiritual tool into the disciples, so you can fight by leaps and bounds!"
"I can't rule out this possibility, but I still think that Xiao Shishu is hiding his strength. You didn't see his demeanor just now. Where is the bearing that a mortal should have?"
"Will it bluff and deliberately give two options, or elevate itself, or imply a weapon, so as to force the challenger to choose the first option."
"What you said also makes sense. In short, we can only wait and see, and don't make a rash move. Senior Sister Jiang and Junior Brother Ye are definitely more anxious than us, not to mention the touchstone of Uncle Chen. It is a mule or a horse, and it will show its original shape immediately."
"No matter what... I have a good show today!"
Similar discussions are taking place on every mountain.
…
Small cricket peak.
The female cultivators had just learned that Jiang Chuyan was going to join Jianjianfeng and become the treasured grandson of the elder Jianjian. Before they could cheer and hold a farewell party, they heard even more exciting news.
Chu Yan's leading master, the mortal disciple of Jianfeng, Xiao Ran, came to Jianping just after the first day of the Disciple Challenge.
"What a domineering man, could it be that he is hiding his strength?"
"It's no wonder that even the big sister has to bow her head and call herself an apprentice!"
"Go and call Master Sister!"
"Where's the big sister? I was packing my things just now..."
"Eldest sister went to the main peak to go through the transfer procedures."
"Just at the main peak? Let's go and see too!"
"Let's go!"
…
Herbs Peak.
The medicine field rustled like a snake.
Spring frogs and autumn cicadas are rushing through the medicinal plants, burying their heads in catching insects... and weeding, without knowing anything about what happened on the main peak.
The two held the iron ox in one hand and the nine-star ladybug in the other, until they bumped into a pair of slender, straight, soft and warm calves.
Looking up, it was Master Yinyue Zhenren.
"Your senior brother Xiao Ran is currently accepting the challenge of his disciples on the main peak Jianping. Do you two want to go over and cheer him on?"
The two girls scratched their heads, picked up the hairpin that fell into the grass, put them on again, and said casually:
"What is... our Senior Brother Xiao Ran?"
"Master, if you want to see others, just go directly, and no one stipulates that the elders can't see, we have to weed!"
"Besides, Master, no matter how you look at it, that's someone else's disciple."
"If you want me to say, it's better to be nice to your own disciples instead of being jealous of other people's disciples. Can't you prepare more sugar gourds in the imperial city?"
Yinyue Zhenren's face darkened for a while, and he said sharply:
"Today weeds are removed from the whole mountain. When will we finish weeding and when will we eat."
The two girls stood up, their two small heads were slightly higher than the medicine field, a frog-shaped hairpin and a cicada-shaped hairpin were particularly eye-catching in the medicine field, like living creatures.
"Let's go to cheer for Senior Brother Xiao Ran!"
…
Cast Sword Peak.
In a slate rock cave.
Master Gao wore a blindfold on his head, and sharply sharpened his sword on several black spar stones of different textures. At the same time, he had to ensure the sharpness, tenacity and fineness of the spiritual pattern of the blade.
This is an extremely complicated process.
Master Gao did not hear what was going on outside the window, and only repeated the same action indefinitely. He looked very professional.
But his mind didn't know where it went, and the secretly increased consciousness was searching on the surrounding mountains.
"Master, Junior Brother Xiao Ran, whom you care about, unexpectedly appeared in Jianping, the main peak, and is waiting for the challenge of the disciple."
"What does it have to do with you?"
From the cave dome, came an indifferent and dry old voice.
The real ink box is in another cave mansion, repairing and transporting the mountain protection formation.
This is the task of protecting the mountain that Bo Yunzi, Huangfuqun and the real person of ink box jointly undertake after the head of sleep repair.
"Don't you want Junior Brother Xiao Ran to come to Forge Sword Peak as a guest? If Xiao Ran's disciple is seriously injured in the arena, I don't know how long it will take to cultivate to Forge Sword Peak."
"Nothing to do with you."
"Elder Jianjian went out this morning, and it was not Senior Brother Chen who presided over this disciple's challenge, but Senior Brother Luo Sheng. The disciple felt that it was necessary to cheer for Junior Brother Xiao Ran to avoid being bullied by the gangsters."
"Luo Sheng is not the kind of person you think. He is also a person who is challenged by his disciples. If Xiao Ran can't even pass the challenges of his disciples, he will not be able to forge Jianfeng."
"Disciple thinks that Junior Brother Xiao Ran dares to come so early, he may be hiding his incredible strength, is Master not interested at all?"
"I'm naturally interested in being a teacher, but what does it have to do with you?"
"… "
…
main peak.
The wind on Jianping is getting stronger and stronger.
A quarter of an hour after Xiao Ran appeared, thousands of inner disciples had gathered on Jianping, and the darkness was filled with human heads.
It's as grand as a concert, but it's not lively, but a kind of arrogance of "the setting sun shines on the banner, and the horse mingles with the wind."
Xiao Ran glanced at the jade slips scattered on the ground, and then swept the crowd.
It can be confirmed that the disciples who submitted the challenge to the jade slips are all except Chu Yan, but they can't tell who is who, and even the Great Emperor Ye Fan has not found out.
In addition to the inner disciples, there were also many inner sect coaches who came to watch the battle, as well as important figures from Zongzhishan's sub-sect.
Even Lin Yunzi came, because of his humble status, he didn't dare to say hello in public, and only nodded to him in the crowd.
The crowd occupied the blind spot of all perspectives in all directions, the darkness was like grass and trees, but there was no sound, only the sound of hunting and hunting wind could be heard.
This made Xiao Ran nervous. He closed his eyes and listened to all things, resonating with the world. Only then did he stabilize his mind and maintain his arrogant personality.
suddenly! I feel a little heavy on my shoulders.
Opening his eyes suddenly, he turned to look-
Spring Frog and Qiu Chan did not know when, sitting on his shoulders.
One on the left, one on the right, buttocks half seated and half suspended.
The two fleshy little hands caressed the back of Xiao Ran's head like an elder, the four little fat legs swung back and forth, and the soft heels tapped Xiao Ran's chest rhythmically.
It made the tense ring suddenly become funny.
The setting sun shines on the banner, the loli style is Xiaoxiao...
Xiao Ran's high-cold figure, who was just trying to stand up, was instantly shattered by the four little fat legs that were thrown around, and even had an itchy massage effect.
"What are you doing!"