Wei Liang came to the front soon.
His face was cold, and he said quietly: "It's just a discussion, only when you click."
"Yes."
Liu Qingyin took the lead and nodded with a fist.
Lin Chuo stared at Wei Liang's familiar face for a while, but didn't see anything strange—it was difficult to show anything strange with a blank expression on his face.
She clasped her fists leisurely, prolonged the tone, and responded lazily: "Yes..."
Wei Liang seemed to give her a second look, and his gaze shifted slightly on the slightly swollen horn of her forehead.
Then he walked towards the Bidoutai with his hands down.
Lin Chuo shivered subconsciously, raised his hand and touched the bag on his head—it didn't hurt.
Liu Qingyin followed his steps closely, and Wang Yangyan over there also signaled Wang Hanling and Wang Hanyu to follow.
Lin Chiu hung leisurely at the end.
Seeing Wang Yangyan, Lin Yu couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion, and looked at him twice.
In the empathic illusion, Wang Yangyan's face is haggard, with dense stubble, and he is different from this moment.
This life is quite heroic and energetic, with a slight sloppy corner of his lips, at first glance, he is the kind of martial artist who admits to death. Except for a pair of Danfeng's thin eyes, he and Wang Weizhi's looks are no more similar. As Wang Weizhi said, he will follow his mother.
It's a pity that Huang Yinyue's face could not be seen clearly in the empathy illusion.
Lin Chuo sighed softly and looked away.
After walking three hundred stone steps, and then turning into an empty field along the stone road on the left, he saw Bidoutai.
Bidoutai is a huge and smooth black stone, rising from the ground, about three meters high.
Lin Chiu knocked on the black stone with his fingertips, the thief was hard.
Her forehead suddenly ached.
The four contestants climbed up the steps to the platform. Lin Chuo glanced away and saw that Wei Liang led many people on another protruding platform, not too far away.
A young Yujian wearing the costume of Xingtang disciple floats beside the Bidoutai, looking like a referee.
He announced in a loud voice—
"Wu Ji and Liu Qingyin, the disciples of Wan Jian’s return to the sect, against Wang’s Wang Hanling and Wang Hanyu. Two wins in three rounds! What is loss? You lose if you lose your sword, you lose if you break a sword, and you lose if you fall! After a stick of incense, the fight begins!"
The four people on the stage faced each other and bowed their hands, then each stepped aside and waited for the fight to begin.
Lin Chu heard Wang Hanling's voice in Wang Hanyu's ear and said: "Good cousin, you have to help me this time. You also know how much I paid, so that Liu Wou-ki agreed to give me the voiceless betrothed. If she becomes the direct disciple of Sword Sovereign, my shameless father-in-law will definitely regret it."
Wang Hanyu's voice was a little helpless: "You said you, who is not good for you, but you are so inclined. Cousin, listen to my persuasion. Even if you shoot her down this time, don't be stupid. Show a sincere heart. For this kind of woman, you have to let her be a concubine, so you can learn from each other!"
Wang Hanling disdain: "Playboys like you don't understand love at all. She is my wife without voice, and I will never want any concubine in my entire life!"
Wang Hanyu sighed: "I'm too lazy to tell you, you, you will suffer in the future!"
"Don't say it, don't say it," Wang Hanling didn't like to listen. "Anyway, beat her down first, but don't hurt her."
Wang Hanyu’s sigh stretched longer: “I don’t understand you. Isn’t this Uji better than Liu Qingyin? Look at Liu Qingyin’s eyes, they are almost sticking to Lord Jian. Go on you, don't you understand?"
Lin Chiu calmly glanced at Liu Qingyin.
She pressed her lips tightly, her eyes flashed with anger, as if she had received a great insult.
Wang Hanyu is right. Liu Qingyin is a man whose heart is higher than the sky. Wang Hanling wanted to marry her instead of using her as a concubine.
Wang Hanling does not look bad, with a proper little white face. Since it is the "Tianjiao" of this generation, the cultivation base is not much different. Not to mention the family background, the Wang family, the first family of cultivation, what a family.
Liu Qingyin really didn't suffer from marrying him.
Her cultivation was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and her father sold her daughter for glory. In terms of her condition, she was actually no different from that of the female partner Lin Qiu.
So, why can she be unwilling to be reconciled, can struggle to climb up, the female partner Lin Qiu has to accept her fate to become a furnace? They are all holding Sword Lord's thighs, and what's the difference between high and low.
Lin Chu sighed silently.
The time for a stick of incense quickly passed.
Suspicions deepened in her heart-if Wang Hanling and Wang Hanyu wanted to target Liu Qingyin, why would Wu Ji still lose
This is obviously a three-on-one start. How did Liu Qingyin turn things around
Lin Chu couldn't help but glanced at Liu Qingyin again.
I saw the woman's eyes were reddish, with tears in her eye sockets, she staggered a little while walking, her lips tightly pressed, she looked pitiful and stubborn.
Eh? How come it seems to have just been... ahem! Lin Chiu cut off his serious thoughts in time.
The four of them walked to the middle of the black stone bidoutai and saluted each other again.
Liu Qingyin's knees visibly softened.
She once again said to Lin Chuo in an aggrieved voice: "Sister Wu, I have been punished for kneeling for three days. I hope you won't get angry with me anymore. Let's cooperate well and don't lose the face of Zongmen."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hanling's hair suddenly exploded, and his eyes stared at Lin Chuo fiercely, as if he couldn't wait to skip and peel her. It’s just a sentence, "The woman who dares to touch me?! I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay here!"
Lin Chuo was a little disappointed.
I thought Liu Qingyin would be tricky, but I didn't expect to use the man's tricks.
Uji was defeated like this? What a pity.
Lin Chuo looked at Wang Hanling, and couldn't help sighing softly, "Brain disabled people have no medicine."
Wang Hanyu deeply agreed, looked at his cousin with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and shook his head. However, after all, he was on the same front with Wang Hanling, and could only say "offend", and then both attacked Lin Chiu.
Come up to be ruthless.
When comparing, the wooden sword was used.
Wang's sword intent is very strong and domineering. The aura is poured into the wooden sword, and the sword strokes are open and closed, and it is quite a heroic temperament.
Uji is just a little girl. With one enemy and two, she will face such a strong attack when she comes up.
It would be nice if Liu Qingyin stayed on the sidelines. It is impossible to help. It is impossible to help in this life. Only by being an actor can he successfully qualify.
Lin Chuo spit out while avoiding these two fierce wooden swords. She and Wang Weizhi can be considered to have some friendship, Wang's swordsmanship is in the same line, and she is used to Wang Weizhi's exquisite and beautiful version of Wang's swordsmanship. Looking at these two people, there are simply flaws, scope, angle, strength, nothing. Dance in place.
Lin Chiu poured Wu Ji's poor foundation-building spirit into the wooden sword. After strengthening the wooden sword, he hit the two swords a few times and immediately resolved the wave of offensive.
"Senior Sister Wu, beware!" Liu Qingyin exclaimed, raising his sword to join the battle.
It's okay if she didn't join, Lin Chuo tripped and stumbled as soon as she joined.
Liu Qingyin is a born actor. You said she and the Wang clan teamed up to deal with Lin Chuo, she definitely didn't. She said that she deliberately released the water, but she couldn't find any traces.
She did recruit them in place and wanted to defeat the two Wangs, but the pressure she caused on them was transferred to Lin Chuo.
Lin Chuo's pressure immediately increased several times.
Soon, Lin Chiu was forced to the edge of the Black Stone Bidoutai. Wang Hanling refused to give up and Liu Qingyin was "anxious". He repeatedly tried to help Lin Chiu break through but ended in failure. On the contrary, Lin Chiu had no retreat. .
The two wooden swords greeted him with fierce sword intent, and Lin Jiao quickly unavoidable.
If you use a sword to block it, you must break the sword if you hit the other, and you will lose if you break the sword.
"There is no way!" Liu Qingyin panted and said loudly, "Senior Sister Wu, let's give up in this round, and play well in the next round. Don't make a mistake at the beginning."
Her voice lingered from far away.
Lin Chuo immediately tasted what Qianfu was referring to.
Admit defeat? impossible.
Lin Chuo sneered, shielded his left arm with spiritual energy, directly raised his hand, and used his arm to block Wang Hanling's wooden sword.
At the same time, he raised his sword with his right hand and hit the hub of Wang Hanyu's sword body where the spirit flow turned, suddenly exerting force!
Seeing, Wang Hanyu's sword was about to be broken!
As long as Wang Hanyu loses, the situation is two-to-one. There is only one Wang Hanling left, and Liu Qingyin can't get himself into a dilemma no matter how he plays.
The price is just a brutal blow on the left arm.
At this moment when the outcome was reversed, Liu Qingyin screamed and leaped forward!
Lin Chuo was caught off guard, and she was caught up in front of her, and the two rolled off the Black Rock Terrace together!
Wang Hanling's wooden sword fell on Liu Qingyin's shoulder. Although he managed to regain his strength in time when he found out that the sword was his beloved, but when the wooden sword hit Liu Qingyin, he still made a fragile "pop". Hearing this sound, he knew he had hurt his bones.
Yujian’s referee coldly announced: “In the first game, Wang wins. After a stick of incense, the second game begins.”
Lin Chuo sat down under the black stone platform and sneered again and again.
Liu Qingyin clutched her injured shoulder and persuaded: "Senior Sister Wu don't have to be guilty. Don't make any more mistakes in the next round, and don't be so reckless. We still have hope of winning! Senior Sister Wu, let's work hard together!"
Her solid and steady style of play, and the sentiment of sacrificing herself to protect her fellows, aroused the audience's admiration.
Lin Chiu didn't have to listen to know how others would talk about his "mistakes," and blamed himself for dragging Liu Qingyin's hind legs and causing her to block a sword for herself.
Lin Zhuo knew everything in his mind now.
Now that you have figured out the enemy's routine, next... it's time to show the real technology!
The second round begins.
The four people saluted each other.
Liu Qingyin's leg and shoulder were hurt. His pitiful look made Wang Hanling feel distressed. He wanted to send Lin Chuo away so that he could comfort Qingyin.
Lin Chuo remained silent, poured spiritual energy into the wooden sword, and waited for the referee to start shouting.
"Wan Jian returned to the clan Wu Ji Liu Qingyin, and Wang Hanyu Wang's Wang Han, the second game, start!"
Liu Qingyin didn't rush, and slowly raised the sword—anyway, the two Wang's children would target Lin Chuo, she could slowly...
Among the black eyes, the pupil shrank into a pinpoint in an instant!
I saw Lin Chiu shoot out swords like wind and electricity.
On the tip of that star wooden sword, all aura was condensed!
The point of the sword pointed, it was the wooden sword in Liu Qingyin's hand!
Liu Qingyin didn't have the slightest precaution at all. He only heard a crisp sound, and an inch-long crack had been opened on the wooden sword, and it was about to break when he saw it!
Broken sword will be out!
Liu Qingyin instinctively took the sword and retreated.
Just now, she was "weak, pitiful, struggling to support", and her soft legs hadn't been able to change state in time for a while.
I saw her back again and again, almost tripping herself.
"you… "
Lin Chuo won't give her a respite! I saw Lin Chiu point to his toe, and flew a heavy kick diagonally. He was kicking Liu Qingyin's slender waist that was not full of grip, kicking the person out sideways, only having time to leave the word "you".
Then the man fell under the black stone platform.
"Ah! It's a mistake!" Lin Chuo said loudly, "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if you make a mistake at the start! I can do it! I can! I can still fight!"
Referee: "... Liu Qingyin is defeated."
There was an uproar below.
"Is Uji crazy!"
"Why didn't she care about the overall situation at all! Just because of her mistake, she lost the first game, and now she has shot Liu Qingyin again, did she deliberately want us to lose!"
"I've said long ago that Wu Ji is no match for Liu Qingyin! This is all right, Zongmen's face will be lost by her!"
"How come there is such a person! Wasn't it the last time Liu Qingyin caused her to fall, and at this time to report that bit of private revenge? This person's brain is broken!"
The two Wangs were also dumbfounded: "..."
Lin Chuo smiled presumptuously, raised his jaw, and waved gently at the two of them: "Come on, let's go together."
Without Liu Qingyin's stumbling block, Lin Chuo's figure was more flexible, floating on the ten-foot black stone like a fish.
Wang's swordsmanship opened up and closed. The two of them were not skilled and consumed a lot of spiritual energy. After chasing her for a long time, they didn't even touch the corners of the clothes, but both began to gasp.
Lin Chuo didn't rush to make a move, playing with the two leisurely. She was like a butterfly through a flower, and the panting of the two cold generations became heavier and heavier. When she came to the back, she leaned her swords on the ground, bowed her waist, and said helplessly: "You are fighting..."
Lin Chiu smiled, flipped his wrists, and put the sword that he was carrying idle in front of him.
"Go!" The two cold characters glanced at each other, and raised their swords to attack Lin Chiu.
At this time, the two had signs of exhaustion, and the flaws were more obvious. Lin Chiu took two steps in a row, and then half of their moves were held in the middle.
When she took out the sword, there was no half-thread redundant movement, and the clean sword style made the hearts of the two kings slightly dreadful.
Soon, Lin Chuo effortlessly picked up the sword in the hands of the two.
On the black stone platform, the leader was alone in scratching, and there was only one person left.
The referee indifferently announced: "In the second game, Wan Jian returned to the clan, and U Ji won. After a stick of incense, the decisive game began."
Lin Chiu looked around proudly and said loudly: "One person can win, but two people lose. The question of who is self-evident! Give up? I can fight one against two, so why should I give up!"
There is no need to explain to those confused rookies, dissatisfied? Hit it!
Love to talk? Use strength to make them shut up!
Lin Chu looked around, and even though she knew she could not see that far away, when her gaze swept past, many people couldn't help but bow their heads in disbelief.
As for the third game...
The third round begins.
The hatred in Liu Qingyin's eyes was hard to hide.
The Wang family knew that Lin Chu was difficult to deal with, so they wanted to join forces with Liu Qingyin.
Without saying a word, Liu Qingyin raised his sword and attacked Lin Chiu.
The battle immediately became three-on-one!
Lin Chu was able to be so raging just now because the Wang family's swordsmanship followed the epee route. If it were to be steady and strong, flexibility and maneuverability would inevitably be insufficient.
But adding a Liu Qingyin is different.
In the first game, Liu Qingyin was just a messenger, which could make Lin Chiu be forced into the Jedi step by step, not to mention that she was unconcealed at the moment, beckoning to Lin Chi's sword, vowing to report that kick. Enmity!
After a series of changes, Liu Qingyin's mood is no longer what it used to be.
Now that the big brother is dead, and the master has Xu Ping'er, everyone else is deceived by this Lin Chuo—the world is so big, there is no place for him!
The flames in his heart burned into his eyes, and Liu Qingyin's moves became more fierce. On the black stone stage, the Wangs gradually couldn't get through.
This competition did not stipulate that they could not kill each other, so the referee did not stop, but his eyes were getting colder and colder.
Today, the face of Wan Jian's return to Zong is going to be thrown into all corners of the world.
Lin Chu and Liu Qing are of equal strength.
The more he fought, the clearer it became in Lin Chuo's heart that the two people might not be able to tell the victory or defeat, and in the end they will lose both, letting Wang's take advantage of it in vain. In this way, the face of Wan Jian Guizong was about to be completely thrown on the ground and stepped on.
Although he knew that this was only a catastrophe, Lin Chiu felt uncomfortable when he thought of Wan Jian’s return to the ancestors. This feeling was also quite strange. She didn’t care about others talking about herself, but she couldn’t tolerate them. Wan Jian's return to Zong had the slightest doubt.
Because of falling into the prestige of returning ten thousand swords to the sect, the most uncomfortable will be the rigid and honest guys like Elder Xing, Xiao He, and Gu Fei Murong.
Lin Chu and Liu Qingyin's long sword conflicted.
The shoulder touches the shoulder.
Lin Zhuo laughed loudly and said: "Two fellow Wang Daoists, in order to avoid you being unconvinced, Junior Sister Liu and I have shown you our true ability to return ten thousand swords to the sect! Can you see clearly now? If you see clearly, I will deal with it. Fellow Daoist Wang Hanyu! Junior Sister Liu wants to ask Daoist Wang Hanling for advice! Don’t blame me for not reminding! Two people, be careful!"
After speaking, he pressed the sword in his hand with warning.
Liu Qingyin suddenly returned to his senses.
Yes, if you want to fight, you should solve the two Wangs before you fight.
This is too fucking--it was obviously Lin Chuo's first hand, and now she is the one who does the good guy!
Liu Qingyin suppressed a mouthful of old blood, and his heart was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do—Lin Chiu had said this to the point. If he didn’t get down this level, he would continue to chase her and fight, he would definitely be drowned in saliva if he turned his head back. die.
She took a deep breath and said, "Wang Daoyou friend, don't get me wrong, Senior Sister Wu and I are just demonstrating swordsmanship, now we have to ask you for advice!"
The two women are divided into different figures, one goes to Wang Hanyu, the other goes to Wang Hanling.
To be honest, it's really a bit bullying.
Liu Qingyin was already a great sword immortal. Although he didn't have any aura to use, he was far from the two young young men who had fledgling in terms of combat experience.
And Lin Chuo, after seeing Wang Weizhi's routines, the two of them were completely newbies in front of her, clumsy and rough.
The two Wang Dao friends were thrown down in an instant.
Lin Chu had already been waiting for this moment with enthusiasm. Just as Liu Qingyin threw Wang Hanling off the stage angrily, Lin Chu swept backwards, raised his feet and kicked back, kicking on Liu Qingyin's back hip. .
Liu Qingyin was caught off guard and was kicked again.
"Ah! Another mistake!" Lin Chu lay on the edge of the black stone platform, and stretched out his Erkang hand at Liu Qingyin who was going crazy, "Good sister, hurry up, take my hand, and I will help you up! "
As soon as the referee Tieqing's complexion improved, he was irritated by the harsh eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched: "In the third game, ten thousand swords will win! Three games have two wins. Today, we will compete against each other and ten thousand swords will win!"
He glanced at Lin Chuo, and gave her a stab at her mercilessly. There is blame, but more appreciation, which is the kind of "hatred".
As for Liu Qingyin, the referee didn't even reward her with a corner of his eye.
Liu Qingyin was so angry that Qiqiao made smoke, but he could only forcefully suppress it.
Wei Liang, Wang Yangyan and others slowly walked down from the viewing platform, commenting on them, and walking towards the competition platform.
Anyone with a discerning eye already knows what the situation is today, and only a few people who are unclear about it are still talking about Lin Tiao.
"How could Uji be like this! Senior Sister Liu was injured in order to protect her. She did well and kicked Senior Sister Liu twice! How could there be such a white-eyed wolf! I screamed for Senior Sister Liu!"
But such voices were quickly drowned out.
"Um... Although Uji is a bit extreme, she is right. She really shouldn't give up in the first game. She can play two of them alone. Why should she give up in two-on-two? Senior Sister Liu is too reckless! How can a person who cultivates the truth, with such a poor endurance?"
"Yes, I shouldn't have lost the first game. Actually, I didn't think Wu Ji made a mistake, but Liu Qingyin was a little in the way! Do you? You think Wu Ji did not make a mistake? Why did Liu Qingyin always say that she made a mistake, Isn't this arrogant to others to destroy her own prestige? Then Uji will show her'mistakes', there is nothing wrong with it!"
"That's right, and when I was watching the third game, Liu Qingyin was hitting Uji fiercely! If Uji hadn't called to stop in time, if he really asked Wang to pick up the bargain, he couldn't look back. Is the matter spread all over the fairyland? When the time comes, where will the face of Wan Jianguizong be put!"
"What's the matter? I just don't understand the scattered sect." A strange voice floated, "It's nothing more than the return of ten thousand swords to the sect. I can't understand people, and the fish eyes and pearls can't be distinguished. This kind of sect has to be dissolved sooner or later."
Others saw that the person who was speaking was the old bastard who had been in the outer door for 30 years and had not been able to get in the inner door. In the entire sect, he was the most "frustrated", and he was also the most "unsatisfied".
I don’t think it on weekdays. After listening to this today, I suddenly remembered what Uji said-"If you will always replace yourself in the role of the rookie and complain about the rookie, then you will always be the rookie. "
After recollecting Uji's performance of turning the tide, everyone suddenly enlightened.
The old man couldn't enter the inner door because he himself was not talented and refused to work hard.
For a while, everyone was fighting for Liu Qingyin, and they were replacing Liu Qingyin's role-a mediocre life, and Wu Ji, who was born in a family, would be snatched from entering the inner door. How unfair.
Not only complaining about injustice in his heart, he naturally refuses to practice hard. If his cultivation base is lowered, there is no possibility of being selected at all.
The cultivation base is retreating, and the mood is retreating, how worthless!
Uji's background is high, but the strength of his family is far more than those who are talking behind the scenes. Put yourself in a position to think about it, if you are the one who is on the stage today, can you perform one-tenth of the others
Thinking like this, when everyone looked at Lin Chu, a lot of shame was added to their eyes.
Lin Chuo felt these changes when he walked down the Black Rock Platform.
Soon, Wei Liang came close.
Behind him were several disciples with outstanding looks and temperament, and Lin Jiao recognized three of them—Qin Yunxi, Gu Fei, and Murongchun.
She paid more attention to Qin Yunxi's eyes.
At this time, Qin Yunxi didn't seem to have any interest in Liu Qingyin.
He is already a Great Sword Immortal, and there are no such foundation-building disciples in his eyes, but he just follows the master to walk through the scene-after all, the Seventh Sisters start, as the senior brothers and sisters, they can never show their faces.
The other three Lin Chuo hadn't seen him, two women and one man, all died in the battle between immortals and demons.
Looking at these people, Lin Chiu couldn't help feeling a little sorrowful.
Wei Liang approached and stood still.
Liu Qingyin's fingertips trembled, tears in his eyes, so I didn't want to cry.
Wei Liang's cold voice sounded: "Today's discussion, the result is acceptable. Of the two of you, one of you will enter the inner gate and become my seventh disciple. Do you have any objections?"
"No." When Liu Qingyin spoke, tears fell.
She couldn't help but keep peeking at him. Long-lost, true, Master. The original competition was not like this. Wu Ji's performance was extremely embarrassing, and he did not threaten him at all. Master did not even look at her.
But today...
She also knew she had messed up. If Master chooses Uji, choose this Lin Chu...
Liu Qingyin's face was as gray as death, only feeling the despair flooding towards him.
She looked at the crowd, expecting everyone to speak for her-it was like this before, and everyone would stand by her side and speak justice for her.
Today, however, these people seem to have made an appointment, and no one looks at her.
They all looked at Uji with a look that Liu Qingyin had never seen before, admiring and admiring.
Liu Qingyin's heart sank quickly and hung in his abdomen.
And Wei Liang’s cold and calm voice was more like announcing the sentence—
"The seventh disciple who entered my seat today is..."