Looking at Shao Zhengyang in front of him, a trace of complexity flashed in Lu Mingshu's eyes.
Not to mention, among these people, if she had to say who she liked the most, it was definitely Shao Zhengyang. When he was in a difficult situation, he once got the help of his master and apprentice. But whoever she hates the most now is Shao Zhengyang.
Zhou Yinru wanted her life, but she didn't care. Xie Wenhan didn't save her, and she didn't hold any grudges. But Shao Zhengyang...
His goodwill in the past was for today's plan.
She didn't hate him, because Shao Zhengyang didn't owe her anything, and there was no friendship between them. But she hates such hypocrisy, hates such trade-offs, just like she hates that man's ungratefulness without guilt, and the whole Jiuyao Palace's righteous interests first.
Everything is just for profit. It's as if, apart from benefits, there is nothing to cherish in this world.
And that's why she's here.
"Senior Brother Shao." She said, "You shouldn't be coming up now."
Shao Zhengyang said lightly: "It's always going to come up, sooner or later, it's all the same."
"But if you come up now, your chances of winning are much lower." Lu Mingshu said, "Three battles are over, you should have a preliminary judgment on my strength. If you play now, it's better to wait for me to fight a few more times, when the time comes, my profound strength will be exhausted." Too much, and your chances of winning are high. This is in line with your principles, isn't it?"
Shao Zhengyang's eyes shook, and she seemed to see something in her eyes.
Turning around in his heart, he said: "That's not interesting, although it's great to win, but I also hope that I can see you in full bloom."
Before she could answer, Shao Zhengyang waved his sleeves and drew his sword out: "Come on, let me experience your strength. Even if I can't beat you today, it's good to be a part of the legend."
That's all for now, no more to say.
"Please!" After finishing speaking, Lu Mingshu jumped up.
In the past three battles, she did not seize the opportunity, but waited for the opponent to draw a sword before fighting.
But in this battle, she shot directly.
At the foot of Langhua Peak, low voices of conversation resounded from the high platform.
"What's the matter with Shao Zhengyang? He really shouldn't make a move now!"
"Well, maybe you are too confident in yourself?"
"He's not such a frivolous person, is he?"
"It's not good to say, after all, he is a young man who thinks highly of himself!"
Listening to these whispers, Master Yuwen took a sip from his wine glass, squinted his eyes at Yun Jing, and smiled.
His apprentice, although a little stupid, finally knows how to make up for it.
What is a momentary win or loss? Even if you lose your true disciple, it's no big deal. His focus has never been on true disciples. If he can understand this, this stupid disciple will be of great use.
The sword glowed like a star, falling down little by little. The sword energy formed into a sea and came surging.
Shao Zhengyang's sword was powerful, one sword after another without any gap.
The more Ban Qing looked at it, the more ugly his face became.
"Why, are you stuffy?" Xie Wenhan made a stab at it.
Ban Qing turned his head, but out of the corner of his eyes, he was still chasing the competition between the two. This Shao Zhengyang is really hateful! He thought that the two of them were brothers, but it turned out that he had hidden a hand and hadn't exerted his full strength at all!
Now, in the face of Lu Mingshu's strong attack, he finally unreservedly showed his ability to suppress the bottom of the box.
The sword is majestic, and its mysterious light is like lightning.
All the disciples were fascinated by watching it for a while.
It's not that the previous competition was unattractive, but that it ended too quickly. Few people saw clearly the battle of Ban Qing. Tang Jinrong was even faster, as soon as the sword energy was released, Lu Mingshu counterattacked with a move. Xi Jing, on the other hand, played wonderfully, but it was difficult for outsiders to understand the subtleties of the contest.
It's not like this battle, the two of them came out with all their strength, the sword lights intertwined, the swords competed with each other, and they fought head-on to win!
The sword intent is getting stronger and stronger, the sword power is getting bigger and bigger, and the sword energy is filling the world!
Lu Mingshu flicked his sleeves, a little sword light flashed, and he slashed with the sword!
A cold light flashed in Shao Zhengyang's eyes, and he greeted him head-on.
Everyone held their breath.
"Keng—" The expected uproarious sword movement.
A sword light flew high and then fell.
In the stands, everyone was dumbfounded.
Shao Zhengyang was still standing with his sword in hand, but the sword had already been cut in half.
This... what's going on
Tang Jinrong's sword was cut in half, and everyone felt that Lu Mingshu's sword spirit was too strong. Xi Jing's sword was also cut in half, and everyone thought, it seems normal that the bamboo sword cannot be cut. But now, even Shao Zhengyang's sword was chopped off.
Again and again, again and again, no matter how stupid you are, you will notice the abnormality in it!
Almost everyone focused their attention on the sword Lu Mingshu was holding.
Could this sword be some kind of treasure? its not right! If it was a treasure, how could it be so ordinary? Needless to say, there are countless divine soldiers in the entire ancient Xia land. The treasures are also extraordinary. In Jiuyao Palace, only those who have reached the state of ecstasy are eligible to touch them. No matter how you look at it, this is just a mysterious weapon. It's too powerful to cut down so-and-so's Xuanbing, right
"Ding!" The severed half of the sword fell to his feet.
Shao Zhengyang looked at the half sword and remained silent for a long time. Although this result was expected, when facing the reality, he still felt a pain in his chest.
He finally let out a long sigh, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Sister Lu is extremely powerful, I am convinced."
Lu Mingshu bowed his head in return.
She didn't intend to make such a publicity about this Tianmen battle, and she didn't expect it to develop to such a step. Whether it was the master or her, they were quite conservative in their previous thinking. They felt that if they wanted to regain the quota of a true disciple, they would have to find a way in the cracks between factions.
At the lower door, that's what she did. Waiting for the two factions to fight each other, no one can spare a hand and pass the level smoothly.
But Zhou Yinru's resistance broke all this.
Seriously injured, plotted against, dying, she finally saw clearly what kind of existence she was in the eyes of these people.
One party thinks she is useful, so they use it. The other party asked her to back down, which was what they thought was friendly.
As for who she is and whether she has the strength to become a true disciple, no one cares.
They are playing a game of chasing power and dividing up interests together. If they want to join, they are either enemies or pawns.
So, she stood up angrily and declared war!
Maybe, she can't shake the entire Jiuyao Palace, but she can let them know the power of anger!
Lu Mingshu stood in the middle, facing the crowd.
After four consecutive battles, she no longer needs to say anything.
At the foot of Langhua Peak, those elders couldn't sit still anymore.
With four wins and four victories, she still wants to fight again! Although I don't know where this Lu Mingshu's strength comes from, but if she really wins, won't she tear the face of each vein to pieces
See who she is winning now? Ban Qing, the first person of the sixteenth generation of the Li Gu lineage; Tang Jinrong, the best disciple of the Chixia lineage; Xi Jing, the senior sister of the Diancui lineage; Shao Zhengyang, the beloved apprentice of Master Yuwen, a member of the Yutai lineage successor.
No matter which faction's face, it is at stake!
"Brother Yuwen, look at this..."
Master Yuwen raised his hand to stop him, smiling: "This kid did a good job, let him go."
The elder was stunned. What do you mean, after losing to Lu Mingshu in front of so many people, Senior Brother Yuwen actually said that he did a good job
On Fu Shangqing's side, someone also delivered a message. In the end, it was the elders of Fuyun's lineage who made the final decision: "Send a letter to Wen Han."