Cheng Tianyu was the youngest disciple of the Yasheng Sect of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
This time, it seems that because Zhong Shan is too famous, many people have not noticed him. Every time he appeared, he followed the etiquette and stood willingly behind Song Tang and Zhong Shan.
But this does not mean that he is easy to defeat, and Duan Chongxuan is not relieved because the opponent is young.
Instead, he looked at Cheng Tianyu's performance in the previous round. The sixteen-year-old's late stage of concentration has become powerful enough to break through the routine.
Apart from his diligent practice and amazing talent, I have to say that the Qinglu Sword Sect teaches disciples very well.
For this sect, although there is a wind and rain sword that will have a battle, Yin Biyue is not displeased at all, on the contrary, there is some admiration.
Everyone knows that the disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect are the most capable of hard work.
Yin Biyue didn't think that the chatterbox could easily outsmart the opponent without using a talisman.
So he asked, "Without foreign objects, how sure are you?"
The chatter is honest,
"Seventy percent."
"Seven percent better than him?"
"He won 70% of the time."
"… "
It sounds humiliating, but it's the reality.
The chatter sighed, "I saw his last round of battles, and I really doubted that this kid started practicing swordsmanship from his mother's womb."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and shook his head, "He just used the time you heard about the book to go to the casino to practice swords."
The chatter touched his nose and had to admit that he was right,
"I really regret wasting too much time in the past, and now I can't even beat a child."
The more Yin Bi could understand, he had long guessed that the chatter came from an extraordinary family, most likely from a big family. If he had been loved and loved since childhood, who would force him to practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer
Although Zheng Wei came, the chatter seemed to wake up overnight and worked hard, and the progress was very rapid.
However, how can half a month of diligence be compared to Cheng Tianyu's more than ten years of hard work
Fortunately, the talker has now realized the inadequacy, which is a rare good thing for the future cultivation of the Dao.
Yin Biyue felt that this battle might not be without a turnaround.
"When I was in the school, I read some sword moves of Yu Yi Jue. I have been fighting against you these few days. You try to figure out how to crack them."
The chatter's eyes lit up instantly, "That's great, Fourth Senior Brother!"
Luo Mingchuan stood aside, "You don't need to use real yuan first, you just use sword moves to fight. I'll take a look."
Duan Chongxuan knew that they were all worrying about himself, and was moved, but he stopped talking and took up his sword.
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Qinglu Sword Sect, Wutong Garden.
"Duan Chongxuan can easily take out 20 burning talismans, it must be only a drop in his net worth. If you want to come to the last round, Xu Guang of Lianjian Sect also recognized this and resigned."
Song Tang sat on the stone bench under the tree. Zhong Shan and Cheng Tianyu stood aside.
Song Tang sighed inwardly as he looked at the younger brother Shang Xian's immature face.
Many people think that being young is not a problem, but this is precisely the biggest problem.
He knows better than anyone that the younger brother is at his current age, and his foundation is not yet formed. If he is seriously injured, his foundation will be easily damaged.
Dao's mind is unstable, and if encountering a strong enemy, it is easy to be provoked by others, and one's own position will be chaotic.
Cheng Tianyu understood what his brother meant, so he remained silent.
He thought that this was the first time he had disobeyed his senior brother since he entered the school.
The boy's eyes were slightly red, but his tone was firm,
"No, I want to fight well."
Zhong Shan next to him patted his shoulder.
Song Tang was stunned for a moment, then laughed,
"Okay, then fight hard!"
Fang is the one who has entered the obstacle. Since this is the choice of the younger brother, he should respect the other party.
After all, the future cultivation path has to be followed by the younger brother.
Song Tang picked up the sword, "Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue were born in academies, they read 3,000 classics, and are familiar with the strengths of hundreds of schools. Your feather clothes sword art is not yet true, and in three days, I will fight against you."
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Duan Chongxuan's test was the first of Yin Biyue's three.
On this day, they came to the foot of Chongming Mountain with the disciples of Cangya Mountain.
However, the girls from Yecheng and the nuns from Lianjian Sect came earlier than the two parties who were about to come to power.
In the third round of the Folding Flower Club, there were only forty groups left.
Not only are there no time limits and tie rules, but for the convenience of watching the game, only two arenas are open every day.
The sky is already bright, and the disciples of various sects have come one after another.
However, the morning fog has not dispersed, the bell has not yet risen, and it is not yet time for the opening.
Yin Biyue noticed that Duan Chongxuan's face was not very good.
So he asked in a low voice, "I still can't beat it?"
Duan Chongxuan thought to himself, how could the two senior brothers put so much effort into their own competition in the past few days, how could they admit that they couldn't beat them and let the senior brothers waste their efforts.
He opened his mouth to deny, "How is that possible!... Look at the teahouse that day, he was standing two steps higher than us, and he was actually blocked by Zhong Shan at first. What does this mean? He may not be as tall as my shoulders!"
Duan Chongxuan folded his fan, "I just feel that fighting him makes me feel like I'm bullying a child."
Luo Mingchuan looked slightly startled.
Yin Biyue's mouth twitched, he wanted to remind the chatter, but it was too late.
Cheng Tianyu ran over aggressively, raised his face and glared at him, "Who are you calling a child?"
Song Tang's voice came, "Junior Brother."
Cheng Tianyu lowered his head and ran back unwillingly.
The elders in the east stand had already taken their seats, and the deacon disciple of the Qinglu Sword Sect shouted, "Cangya Mountain Duan Chongxuan to Qinglu Sword Sect Cheng Tianyu—"
Song Tang patted Cheng Tianyu on the shoulder, "Go, let go and fight."
Many people came to watch this fight.
Cheng Tianyu was not the first disciple of the Qinglu Sword Sect to practice the Feather Clothing Sword Art, Song Tang was ten years earlier than him.
But this time he went down the mountain to join the WTO, but the Feiyu Sword was in his hands.
This point is very telling, but I can imagine how much the sub-sage has placed high hopes on him. He even felt that his future achievements were still above Song Tang.
The strong seniors wanted to see the Feather Clothes Sword Art, the Qinglu Sword sent disciples to cheer their younger brothers, and the female cultivators from Lianjian wanted to see Duan Chongxuan throw the talisman paper.
The two walked onto the ring, separated by a distance of more than ten feet, and greeted each other.
Yin Biyue felt that they were likely to have a verbal battle before the official fight.
His hunch was right.
"I don't care how many talismans you have, I won't admit defeat."
"I don't know how to use talisman paper." Duan Chongxuan said seriously, "I only have one question, have you done the crowning ceremony?"
What answered him was the sound of Feiyu sword unsheathed.
"No matter what the other party says, it's all to provoke you. Don't pay attention, just use the sword."
Cheng Tianyu remembered what his brother said yesterday, and his expression became calm and solemn.
Holding his sword, he said, "Please."
Duan Chongxuan's expression also became serious.
"It's good to be able to provoke the opponent with words, but if you can't, provoke him with swordsmanship."
This is what Luo Mingchuan told him before.
So he put the folding fan into the wide sleeve and took out a sword, "Please."
As soon as the voice fell, his figure jumped high.
A sword light flew over a distance of more than ten feet, accompanied by a high-pitched sword whistle that pierced the air, and went straight to Cheng Tianyu's face.
Fast and swift, but without any sharp edge, just like a piece of flying feathers falling from the sky.
In the lightness, there is a hidden murder!
An unbelievable exclamation sounded from the audience, "Yuyi Sword Art?!"
"How could he have such a sword?"
No one could have imagined that Duan Chongxuan's attack was actually the opponent's best sword move.
Cheng Tianyu's expression was slightly stern, but he was not surprised.
Before Feiyu fell, he jumped up with his sword, forming an arc-shaped barrier centered on the tip of the sword.
In mid-air, the two swords met suddenly, and the clear sound resounded in the four fields, shaking incessantly!
The two real yuan barriers collided and impacted, and the strong airflow blew away the morning fog, blowing their robes flying.
"If the other party uses the Yuyi sword first, don't panic. It's not the real Yuyi sword, it's a simplified version taught to him by Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue.
"Compete with him directly for real essence. Although he is similar to your realm, the amount and solidity of real essence are not as good as you!"
Cheng Tianyu's hand holding the sword was very steady, he thought, Senior Brother is really amazing, he had already guessed it.
After the two swords met, they separated and struck each other dozens of times in an instant.
Qingming is connected, like a storm!
Sparks splattered, shot out, and landed on the ring, actually making nicks.
Across the ten-meter-long battle arena and the crowds of people, Yin Biyue's eyes fell on the direction of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
He knew that Song Tang and Zhong Shan had already thought of his and Luo Mingchuan's first plan, and taught Cheng Tianyu how to crack it.
The impact of the real yuan is still continuing, and the two swords are facing each other, and they are comparable.
The Feiyu Sword is as bright as the Autumn Lake, but it can be seen from the sun and the moon. It used to be the saber of an Asian saint when he was young, and it is naturally the god of the world.
But the sword in Duan Chongxuan's hand was pitch-black, as if it had been burnt by fire during forging, and it was dull and dull.
It was really unexpected that he could not lose in this real yuan hedging.
"I thought he was a spiritual practitioner... I didn't expect him to actually use a sword."
"What kind of sword is he holding?! Can he compete with Feiyu?!"
This sword, many disciples in the audience could not recognize it.
But the elders in the stands looked solemn.
Someone in the city lord's mansion raised his eyebrows slightly, "Fenghuo?"
"In the end of the real yuan competition, you can't win against Cheng Tianyu, but you still have to compete with him, because in the next sword, you have to gain momentum and seize the opportunity!"
Duan Chongxuan remembered what the Fourth Senior Brother said.
So when the two swords met again, his figure disappeared into the air.
The Feiyu Sword fell into the air, and the tidal wave of True Essence struck the stone platform, causing stone chips and smoke to rise suddenly.
There is no figure in the vast flying smoke.
"So fast!"
"Is it stepping on mountains and rivers again?"
However, Cheng Tianyu's sword momentum remained unchanged, and he slashed forward.
Wherever the sword passed, the golden light was stern, like a thousand flying feathers dancing wildly!
"'Treading mountains and rivers' is by no means a movement technique that can be learned overnight. If he uses it, it is also a simplified version."
He believed that the senior brother could not be wrong, so the opponent must still be in the original position.
Duan Chongxuan showed his stature from where the tip of his sword pointed, but the sword in his hand was already ready.
He sank his wrist and sword, and drew a long straight line in the air.
Chen Wu seemed to be pulled by this sword, and all gathered under his sword.
The Cangya Mountain disciples shouted excitedly,
"The fog is rising!"
This sword is the starting move in the Cangya swordsmanship, the first move that every martial practitioner should practice when he starts.
Yin Biyue once said, "If you want to seize the opportunity, you must use the strongest sword first, before the opponent uses the 'Huage Feiyu'."
Duan Chongxuan looked bitter, "I can't use the strongest sword now."
Luo Mingchuan said, "Then use the sword you have practiced the most."