Yin Biyue felt that the atmosphere in the field changed instantly.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and it was indescribably complicated.
He retracted the sword and sheathed it, saw Chen Yi laughing, and bowed his hands to him, "Today's battle, I am convinced."
Yin Biyue thought with a fluke that this fake halo of shoddy and high imitation would not be able to draw much hatred.
So he also paid the other party a gift, "Acceptance."
The deacon disciple shouted, "At the end of this game, Yin Bi of Cangya Mountain wins—"
The competition was ups and downs, and it was said to be wonderful, but no one was injured.
The two sides began with a proper and calm greeting and ended in the same way.
Yin Biyue stepped down from the stage, and the Cangya Mountain disciples came up to him. His eyes were as happy as they were sad, and there was some kind of... hate that iron is not steel.
He looked very uncomfortable.
The next moment, the crowd separated, and he met Luo Mingchuan's eyes. Still a clear amber color.
With shallow concern and worry in his eyes, he asked him in a deep voice, "Is there any injury?"
Just like at the end of his first match.
At that moment, Yin Biyue suddenly felt very comforted.
No matter what the world thinks of him, Luo Mingchuan's eyes have never changed.
No matter what his hatred is!
Senior brother has been basking in the sun for so long, and he is still waiting for me to help him go home! ~(≧▽≦)/~Luo Mingchuan coughed and said concisely, "There are still some things to do, my junior brother and I will go ahead."
The crowd suddenly looked surprised.
The road under his feet was already well known, and when he turned to the alley, Yin Biyue supported Luo Mingchuan's arm.
The unfinished meaning of the cold water sword raged in the meridian bones, making him come closer.
I suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to be too close, and the senior brother who always held the ceremony might not be used to it. Just as he was about to make some distance, he heard Luo Mingchuan sincerely say, "Thank you, Junior Brother."
Thank you~（≧▽≦）/～
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The two walked without hesitation, and when everyone in the room returned to their senses, their backs were so far away that they were almost invisible, solidifying into a point under the blue sky.
Arguments and sighs rang out.
He Yanyun sighed, "Brother Yin is like this... Fortunately, Brother Luo is watching."
Duan Chongxuan didn't know what to express. He had a deeper understanding of his senior brother's character than others. "Fortunately, with the fourth senior brother's combat strength, he won't be bullied by others."
Some people disagreed, "Brother Yin has a profound cultivation base and outstanding combat power, but if someone has a bad mentality in the future, what if he wants to lie to him? For example, pretend to be pitiful and fight for sympathy? What should we do?"
"Brother Yin always has a cold face! It looks like a cold heart! This is great!"
"Yes! Although it is easy to be misunderstood! But it can also shock Xiao Xiao!"
The Cangya Mountain disciples gathered together, expressed deep concern about their senior brother's character, and finally came to the conclusion that Luo senior brother must take good care of people! Quan Cangya has worked hard together, and we must also take good care of people!
Chu Huan took the disciples of Lianjian Sect to the stage and helped Chen Yi down. Chen Yi waved his hand to signal them not to worry, he was indeed not injured.
The Quduiyan in the stands finally felt relieved.
Suddenly someone in the stands announced a Buddha's name, and when everyone looked, they saw that it was a gray-robed monk from Jiekong Temple.
Buddhist cultivators have always been low-key, especially the cultivators of Jiekong Temple, who are like a Buddhist hall in the busy city.
Ziming is the first disciple and younger brother of the first lecturer in the Jiekong Temple, where his seniority and cultivation are all placed. But when he didn't speak, hardly anyone noticed him.
His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if he was reciting scriptures, "Amitabha, my uncle often said that when my Buddhist disciples walk in the world, it is not because of mercy that they give in everywhere, but they need to have the heart of a bodhisattva and the means of diamond." The poor monk didn't understand it before, but now I understand that it was someone like Shizhu Yin who was talking about it."
Everyone was filled with emotion, and they didn't know what to say for a while.
The elder who held Pu Zong snorted coldly and cursed in a low voice with a malicious expression,
"Where is the kindness and tenderness, it is the kindness of women! It is difficult to become a great weapon in the future! How can the swordsman have such an apprentice!"
Suddenly, he felt cold behind him, and he turned around in a hurry to see the elder of Lianjian Sect looking at him coldly.
Only then did I remember that the object of Yin Biyue's mercy was a disciple of Lianjian. Although his voice was low, it was difficult to avoid the eyes and ears of the half-step Mahayana. Among the people who came to watch the battle today, the Lianjian Sect elder had the highest cultivation base. That glance did not reveal the slightest coercion, but it was full of threats, and he had to stop talking with a blue face.
The elder of the Qinglu Sword Sect also spoke up and said lightly, "It's a good thing that the Sword Saint has such an apprentice."
The middle-aged woman finished holding Pu Zong's man with cold eyes, and when she turned to Qudui Yan, her face showed a bit of kindness. She had seen the battle situation clearly before, and now she said in a succinct manner, "Your junior brother has tried his best to make the last sword to 'hold the moon'. If the sword is real, he will not be able to hold a knife for a year at least. Even if there is your mother's 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew', he will have to recover from the injury for half a year."
Having said that, it turns to a warning,
"No matter who you are fighting with in the future, if it's not a life-and-death struggle, you must not lose your body-protecting true essence, and put yourself in great danger... As for the child of Yin Biyue, he is clearly cold-hearted, but insists on being stubborn and acting hard. You won't be able to do a full set of human feelings, and you don't want to learn from him in the future."
Quduiyan still submissively agreed, "What my aunt taught is that Yan'er knows."
The middle-aged woman nodded in satisfaction.
Qu Duiyan thought of the cold-hearted young man in his heart, and couldn't help laughing.
It’s okay to be kind-hearted and soft-hearted, or not to know the world. She feels fine.
is different and unique.
No matter what everyone thinks in their hearts, the third round of the Folding Flower Club will continue, and this wonderful battle will finally dissipate.
But there are still discussions in the teahouse and tavern. The first time the Yihu Sword is unsheathed, it has the might of Wanshan breaking the moon, which should not be underestimated. I just don't know which one is sharper than the Wind and Rain Sword
Yin Biyue himself could not answer this question.
He sat on the futon and wiped his sword with a silk cloth, his expression serious and his movements meticulous.
The details of the battle at that time were carefully recalled in his mind. It's not an illusion. Under the deterrence of the moon, this sword really vibrated slightly when it was unsheathed, and there was a faint buzzing sound, like anger or anger.
But still did not accept his true essence, silent and stubborn. If 'Linyuan', the first divine soldier of 'The Age of All Saints' was still alive, I'm afraid it wouldn't be such a big deal.
Thinking of this, Yin Biyue's heart almost collapsed.
#Master, you passed the sword out of a bug back then#
#I want to talk to this sword#
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After seven days, the third round of the flower folding will end. Quduiyan did not show up in the subsequent competitions, and many people sighed that the beauty was amazing, and they wondered if they were destined to meet again in this life.
Forty people should have advanced, but there were a few lose-lose battles, and the winner also gave up the qualification for the next round. Therefore, only thirty-six people were promoted.
Before the fourth round of draws, the participating disciples still have three days to rest. The Qinglu Sword Sect will also dispatch manpower to reinforce and repair the ring formation.
There are more foreign practitioners in Yecheng, all waiting to watch the next round of competition. The daily patrols of the black armored guards have increased a lot, and the business of the city's wine shops and casinos and banks has improved.
At present, the disciples of various sects have been eliminated and come to watch, far more than those who are still participating.
Without the pressure of competitions, many people like to go to the casino to place a small bet, bet on the happiness, support their own sect, and adjust their cultivation life.
Although the result of the next round of lottery has not come out yet, many people know about the teahouse that day, and there will eventually be a battle between Zhong Shan and the disciple of the Sword Saint, Yin Biyue, so the game started early.
The sword stance that Yin Biyue showed in the battle before made him 'going into the devil' and the rumor that his cultivation base suffered great damage was self-destructed. Therefore, the odds of winning and losing between the two are not much different.
But after all, Zhong Shan's realm is higher, and there are more bets on him. After all, in the last round of the test, some people questioned his cultivation in the later stage of barrier breaking, thinking that he was already a half-step Hinayana.
By the autumn lake, Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue repeated their lives of cultivation, swordsmanship, and coaching.
Duan Chongxuan was busy practicing, practicing swords and being instructed. During his busy schedule, he even went to the casino and bet heavily on his senior brother.
Therefore, in the eyes of Yecheng girl, he is handsome and extraordinary, and his image of young and rich is even more stalwart.
In this huge gambling game that almost all the people participated in, only the disciples of Baopu Zong did not participate.
It's not because they are concentrating on their practice, detaching themselves from vulgar tastes. But in the initial battle between Yin Biyue and He Lai, they borrowed a lot of money from Yecheng Bank to bet on He Lai's victory. Later, the bet was lost, and the money was not collected for a while, but the captain led the old man to pay for it himself, and then paid off the debt in the bank.
This matter was reported back to Hengduan Mountain in the Western Continent, and the elders of the sect sent a letter to reprimand it for being 'disgraceful'. That's why the current Baopuzong disciples don't dare to gamble anymore.
The dog days of Yecheng were about to pass, and when Wujin fell to the west, there was a cool breeze.
The people in the city moved out of the bamboo chairs to enjoy the cool air in the streets, nibbled melon seeds with their palm fans, and talked about the new and exciting event of folding flowers. The colorful lanterns on the Hualou couldn't wait to hang up, the vendors on the main street of the center began to prepare for the night market, and the lanterns in the high-level households also lit up early.
The Cangya disciples by the Qiuhu Lake finished their day of sword training and cultivation. Some returned to their houses to prepare for concentration, while others went to the center of the city together and joined in the excitement of Yecheng.
The afterglow of the western sky shone down, and the lake surface was bright and golden. Tired birds return to their nests, and in the distance, a white-walled and gray-tiled residential courtyard rises smoke from cooking.
The figures by the lake gradually moved away, the laughter and chatter dissipated, and the autumn lake in the evening fell silent.
Only a gentle breeze blows innumerable strands of weeping willows by the lake.
So far, today is no different from the past.
But today is destined to be different.
Because under the willow tree stood a little girl.
No one knew when she came and how long she had been standing.
She seemed to appear there silently, and neither the evening wind nor the weeping willow noticed.
She was wearing a purple long gown with wide sleeves and a narrow waist, and the hem was embroidered with dark patterns of flowers. The hairpin between the hairpins is neither wood nor jade, only a round pearl is embedded at the end, shining in the setting sun.
When the white-haired boy pushed open the door and walked towards the lake with his sword in hand, she smiled lightly.
Three springs with a smile.
No matter how beautiful the weeping willow is, how can she have a soft pear vortex
No matter how bright the lake water is, how can she have bright eyes