Immediately, several people from Longshou Peak's lineage rushed to the ring, supported Fang Chao, and seeing the fairy sword broken in two on the ground, all of them were full of anger, staring at Lu Xueqi, wishing they could eat this beautiful woman.
Under the stage, Taoist Cangsong clenched his fists tightly and said coldly: "Junior Sister Shuiyue, this disciple of yours is really ruthless. It is not enough to win, but you still have to rely on magic weapons to destroy other people's swords. What is the reason for this?" ?”
Master Shuiyue looked indifferent, and said coldly: "Xueqi's practice is too shallow, her way of practice is not deep, and she can't control a god like 'Tianya', so it's no big deal."
Taoist Cangsong was angry and was about to explode, suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder, but it was Taoist Daoxuan who didn't know when he stood up and patted his shoulder.
Taoist Cangsong looked at him, finally suppressed his anger, snorted heavily, and strode away.
Reverend Daoxuan looked at Taoist Cangsong's tall back, shook his head, gave a wry smile, turned his head, and was about to speak, but saw Master Shuiyue walking away.
At this time Lu Xueqi had already come down from the stage and came to Shuiyue, Shuiyue looked at her, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded. Lu Xueqi didn't speak, she gave a slight salute, then stood behind Shuiyue, and followed her.
Standing aside, Zhang Xiaofan recovered from the soul-stirring fight just now, watching Shuiyue and Lu Xueqi, the master-student pair drifting away, suddenly found that these two people are so similar, the same It was as cold as ice, as if carved out of a mold.
He was looking at it with fascination, but suddenly he heard Zeng Shushu sighed beside him, and said: "I didn't expect such a god like Tianya to be born!"
Zhang Xiaofan was puzzled, said: "What is Tianya?"
At this time, the disciples of Qingyun who were watching gradually dispersed, Zeng Shushu greeted the disciples of his fellow Feng Huifeng, walked away with Zhang Xiaofan, and said in his mouth: "Tianya is the fairy sword you saw Lu Xueqi using just now. I used to I once read the records in "Ten Chapters of Strange Treasures". Tianya first appeared in the hands of a Sanxian Kuxin sweetheart thousands of years ago. Legend has it that this magic weapon was a nine-day iron that fell into the mortal world. become."
"In the decisive battle between righteousness and demons back then, our Qingyun Sect Patriarch Qingye was the leader in the righteous way, but this Kuxin sweetheart is also very well-known, especially because he fought fiercely with the evil black-hearted old man of the Demon Cult for three days with the Tianya Divine Sword. Three nights, finally severely wounded the black-hearted old man, and saved me from a serious confidant. It is said that at that time, only this Tianya Divine Sword could restrain the blood-eating orb, the most ominous thing in the Demon Cult. It is a magical treasure that cultivators dream of. However, after hearing that Kuxin's sweetheart has passed away, Tianya has disappeared, and it unexpectedly fell into Xiaozhufeng's hands."
Speaking of this, Zeng Shushu shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Xiaofan, if Lu Xueqi has such a fetish, I'm afraid our big test will be hopeless."
Zhang Xiaofan didn't feel any disappointment, anyway, he never thought that he could do anything, but seeing Zeng Shushu's rather disappointed look, he felt strange, and asked: "Hey, Senior Brother Zeng, didn't you tell me that you are right?" Aren't you very interested in this big test? Why do you look so disappointed?"
Zeng Shushu blushed, and said: "But if you can really stand on the stage and last until the end, it will be very prestigious, don't you think?"
Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help laughing.
Seeing his strange appearance, Zeng Shushu felt a little embarrassed, punched him, and said with a smile, "What are you laughing at?" Before he finished speaking, he himself laughed too.
The two smiled and walked to another arena, watching another competition.
On this day, apart from Zhang Xiaofan, among the seven disciples from Big Bamboo Valley, they won four and lost three. Song Daren, Tian Linger, He Dazhi and Du Bishu all entered the next round.
In addition to the lucky Zhang Xiaofan, five of the eight disciples of Dazhu Peak advanced, this is a rare good result in hundreds of years, Tian Buyi was so happy from ear to ear.
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the second day.
The morning sun was shining lazily on the sea of clouds, and the disciples of the Qingyunmen came to the square as they did the day before, and continued to watch the Qingyunmen's seven-vein martial arts test once in a year.
Everyone in Dazhufeng stood under yesterday's red list, and saw that half of the names on the red list were removed, and next to Zhang Xiaofan's name, his today's opponent—Chu Yuhong was also written.
Ever since he woke up in the morning, Zhang Xiaofan has been feeling nervous for some reason. Although he knows that he is probably here to see for a while, his heart is involuntarily nervous, his heart beats faster, his mouth is dry, and he loses his appetite after only two mouthfuls of breakfast. .
At this moment, he was quietly asking Song Daren who was standing beside him, "Brother, who is this Chu Yuhong? Is he powerful?"
Song Daren frowned, shook his head and said: "I don't know either, I haven't heard of it before, I saw on the list that he is a disciple of Chaoyang Peak's lineage, but I don't know how he is."
Speaking of this, Song Daren took a look at Zhang Xiaofan, saw that he was very nervous, smiled and said: "Junior brother, don't be nervous, it doesn't matter, I was very nervous when I participated in the big test for the first time, just go to the ring gone."
Zhang Xiaofan said nah: "Yes."
At this time, Du Bishu who was standing by the side came over and said with a malicious smile: "Hey, brothers, why don't we make a bet and see how the younger brother wins this time..."
"Okay, okay! I bet my junior brother loses!"
"Me too!"
"Me too... By the way, I'll make a double copy!"
"count me in."
Song Daren was furious, pointed at the crowd and said: "What are you doing, the little junior brother competition is coming soon, you still can't beat him?"
Zhang Xiaofan was very grateful, and shouted: "Elder brother..."
Song Daren: "The sixth child."
Du Bishu stuck out his tongue: "Brother, I was joking just now, please don't tell Master."
Song Daren: "No, anyway, you've already beaten me, I'll bet five of the bet you made just now!"
Du Bishu, Zhang Xiaofan: "..."
At this moment, Tian Buyi and Suru came over, and all the disciples of the Great Bamboo Peak greeted them. Tian Buyi looked at the crowd and said, "Yesterday you performed well, but today you entered the second round, and the rest are basically Elite disciples of all branches, you must be careful."
Everyone said in unison: "Yes."
Suru glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, walked over, and said, "Xiaofan, today is your first competition, so be careful, do you understand?"
A warm feeling flashed across Zhang Xiaofan's heart, he said in a low voice: "Yes, Master."
Suru nodded, and wanted to say something, when all of a sudden the bell and cauldron rang together, the competition had officially started. Tian Buyi and Suru looked at each other, nodded, and said: "You all know the place of the competition, it was clearly written on the red list just now, after the competition starts, me and your teacher wife will also be there Don't embarrass us by watching you compete under the stage."
Everyone responded together, Tian Buyi nodded, talked with Suru in a low voice, and walked away. Tian Ling'er who came with them looked around in a blink of an eye, walking towards Zhang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly jumped.
Walking to the front, Tian Linger looked straight at Zhang Xiaofan, suddenly burst out laughing, turned her head and smiled to everyone: "Look how nervous Xiaofan is! His forehead is sweating."
Everyone laughed, Song Daren also laughed and said: "I have also comforted my junior brother just now, but it doesn't seem to be of any use, I still need you, my junior sister, to help."
Tian Linger spat, turned to Zhang Xiaofan and said: "Xiaofan, I will have a competition later, I can't cheer for you, you have to work hard yourself, and be careful!"
Zhang Xiaofan looked at her beautiful face close at hand, breathed like orchid, as if smelling a faint fragrance, couldn't help feeling excited in his heart, nodded heavily, but for some reason, he couldn't even speak.
Tian Ling'er obviously didn't think too much, she smiled at Zhang Xiaofan, and walked over to chat with the senior brothers, after a while, everyone left in twos and threes, obviously those who competed went to the ring, and those who did not compete Just go to cheer for the same door.
It's just that no one thought of being with Zhang Xiaofan at all, perhaps, everyone thought that this was a hopeless person at all!
Zhang Xiaofan stood at the same spot, seeing all the seniors walking away, suddenly felt unspeakable discomfort, walked slowly to the red list, and read it carefully again.
He and that Chaoyang Peak disciple Chu Yuhong were arranged to compete on the farthest "Zhen" stage.
Zhang Xiaofan gave a wry smile, and walked forward. Along the way, countless Qingyun disciples walked back and forth, chatting and laughing, Zhang Xiaofan listened, most of them were discussing the result of yesterday's competition.
In yesterday's competition, several popular figures recognized by everyone easily won. During the competition, many people talked about that besides Qi Hao, there seemed to be a young master in Longshoufeng's lineage. After listening to their descriptions, Zhang Xiaofan guessed that Most likely it was Lin Jingyu.
But more people are talking about Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhufeng. This beautiful woman who possesses the divine sword "Tianya" is so powerful that it is beyond expectations, but yesterday, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she broke her opponent's immortal sword, which seemed to make many people very dissatisfied, but this made more people think. Going to watch her competition, the popularity has risen instead of falling.
In addition, the long-lost "Tianya" is even more eye-catching. I don't know how many people want to see this sacred object from the war between righteousness and demons thousands of years ago, even some elders of Qingyun sect are no exception.
Zhang Xiaofan walked while listening, he couldn't help thinking of the appearance of that Frost beauty Lu Xueqi yesterday, he shook his head. At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the front: "Xiaofan."
This voice sounded very familiar, Zhang Xiaofan looked up, and immediately burst out laughing, seeing Lin Jingyu striding over, Zhang Xiaofan went up to meet him, and said with a smile: "I said why I haven't been able to find you! So I ran to Here it comes!"
Lin Jingyu pointed behind him, and said: "Today I have to compete, and I'm on the 'Kan' platform, so naturally I have to come here early to prepare." He looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down, and said with a smile: "Today is also my turn It's your turn! Which channel is it on?"
Zhang Xiaofan said: "I'm at Zhentai, it's about to start, I can't go over to cheer you, you have to be careful."
Lin Jingyu smiled and said: "You too, hey, why didn't your fellow seniors come to see you?"
Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, and forced a smile: "It's not that you don't know that there are few people in my lineage, and there are many people competing today, Master, Mistress, they all went to watch the competition between senior brother and senior sister."
Lin Jingyu glanced at him, sighed, and patted his shoulder.
Zhang Xiaofan pulled himself together and said with a smile: "It's nothing, anyway, I'm just here to see it, it doesn't matter. But you have to work hard, don't let others say that people from our Caomiao Village are worthless."
Lin Jingyu nodded his head heavily, and was about to say something when suddenly there was a sound of bells and cauldrons behind him, he looked back and said: "My competition is about to start, I won't talk to you, wait a while and if there is time, I'll go see you right away."
Zhang Xiaofan nodded, said: "You go!"
Lin Jingyu turned around and left, Zhang Xiaofan watched his back go away, and said in his heart: "If you make it in time, I can still hold on to the stage, that would be strange."
Laughing at himself like this in his heart, he slowly walked to the "Zhen" platform, which is the easternmost side of Yunhai Square. Compared with Lu Xueqi's dry stage, it is really different.
There was only one chair under the stage, and an old man with a white beard was sitting there. Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him and felt familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered that this was before Lu Xueqi's competition yesterday morning. The elder who complained about not recruiting female disciples just didn't know which branch of Qingyun sect he was.
In the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, there are a total of eight arenas. Under normal circumstances, Qingyun Sect will arrange at least one elder to sit in each arena. Otherwise, young disciples are young and energetic, and it will be difficult to control when they get excited.
Zhang Xiaofan walked over, came to the old man with white beard, bent down and gave a salute, said: "Uncle Master, I am Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Big Bamboo Peak, today I will compete on the 'Zhen' stage."
The white-bearded old man turned his head, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, and said casually: "Oh, you're here, it's about to start, you go on stage!"
Zhang Xiaofan responded, and glanced at the stage, he saw that there was no one there, it seemed that the Chaoyang Peak disciple named Chu Yuhong hadn't come yet.
He hesitated for a while, and finally he followed the old man's words and walked up the steps. At the same time, among the Chaoyang Peak disciples in the background, there were whispers, obviously talking about him.
At this time, the morning sun had already risen, and the first ray of sunlight from Tongtian Peak quietly fell on his body, giving him a little warmth.
Standing on the stage, Zhang Xiaofan looked towards the eastern sky, there, a round of rising sun was slowly rising, it was bright red, the light was soft but not glaring, reflecting the clouds far away in the sky.
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly had a feeling in his heart. Five years ago, he was still a rural child who didn't understand the world. He never dreamed that there would be a day when he would stand on Tongtian Peak and watch the sunrise. No, it's not that he didn't dream about it, but He had no idea that there would be such a beautiful sunrise in this world.
In a blink of an eye, life is as insignificant as a white cloud.
The state of mind of a sixteen-year-old boy at this moment is like the sorrow of a sixty-year-old man.
He stretched out his hand, reached into his arms, and touched the cold fire stick. A month ago, without anyone knowing or noticing, Zhang Xiaofan was surprised to find that he could barely control the black fire stick. At that moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.
However, after he repeated it countless times in the dead of night, driven by his thoughts, the fire stick was indeed moving.
"Driving things", this is a thunderous word in Qingyunmen's practice of Taoism, it is the expression of Taiji Xuanqing Dao's cultivation to the fourth level of Yuqing Realm, and it is also the expression of every new disciple in the days of countless years of cultivation. They were all repeating, looking forward to, and working hard in their hearts, but Zhang Xiaofan even dared to reach this state only in his dreams, to fight for his breath in front of the master, and make the master smile.
But is this possible
Zhang Xiaofan suppressed himself desperately, did not tell anyone about this matter, and at the same time, when he was trying to use his thoughts to drive other objects such as the pots and pans in the kitchen, there was no movement, this also hit his nerves self-confidence.
He couldn't understand why such a weird situation happened
Dreaming back late at night, when he got up and stared at the weird fire stick that seemed destined to be entangled with him, he could feel the cold air slowly wandering in his body.
"Dang!" The crisp sound of the bell and tripod rang, startling Zhang Xiaofan and waking him up. Looking back, there were still a dozen or so Chaoyang Peak disciples under the stage, and the old man with white beard was still sitting there drowsy, but opposite to the stage, a man appeared at some time, about thirty, who was Smiling to myself it seems.
Zhang Xiaofan's face turned red, he saluted quickly, and said: "Dazhu Peak disciple Zhang Xiaofan, ask Senior Brother Chu for advice."
Chu Yuhong smiled and said: "Don't dare, there are talented people from generation to generation. Although Junior Brother Zhang is young, he still stands on the stage calmly, without any anxiety or timidity. He is much stronger than I was back then, I admire him."
Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a while, then nana said: "To tell you the truth, brother, I was actually in a daze just now."
"Wow", there was an uproar in the audience, and the dozen or so Chaoyang Peak disciples laughed so hard that Chu Yuhong was also stunned for a moment, and finally he couldn't help laughing, and then he felt uncomfortable, holding back and saying: "Junior Brother Zhang was joking, uh, the time has come, I'm going to ask Junior Brother for advice."
Zhang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat, he became nervous for a while, he said slowly: "Senior Brother Chu, please be merciful."
Chu Yuhong smiled but didn't answer, he looked like he had a plan in his chest, he saw his right hand trembled, and with a sound of "clang", a fairy sword emitting a faint yellow light was raised.
"The name of the sword is 'Shaoyang', Junior Brother Zhang, please."
Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, he saw the pure and gentle yellow light on the sword, he felt refreshed from a distance, it doesn't look extraordinary.
He secretly swallowed his saliva, not feeling a little hot on his face, but finally reached into his arms, grabbed the fire stick, and took it out.
All the people in the field, including Chu Yuhong and the dozen or so disciples of Chaoyang Peak in the audience, all looked at the black burning stick.
There was a moment of silence.
"Hahahaha..." I don't know who was the first to laugh out, breaking the silence. Anyway, after a while, the audience burst into laughter, mixed with someone who said hard: "Then, what is that?"
"I said long ago that the people in Dazhufeng are all weird. Don't tell me, the skinny guy who used the dice magic weapon yesterday became a laughing stock. I didn't expect that today, there are people who use fire sticks today. Really, really laughed me to death !Hahaha… "
At this moment, even Chu Yuhong on the stage couldn't bear it anymore, he laughed a few times before holding back, and said: "Junior Zhang, this is, hehe, it's yours, hehe, I'm sorry, I can't control it, ah! Is this your magic weapon?"
Zhang Xiaofan heard the people around him laugh together, his face turned red, he couldn't say a word. He also knew that using this fire stick was too ugly and must be ridiculed, but other things couldn't drive it.
And deep down in his heart, there was also a small, faint hope, hoping that this could really prove himself, so in the end he brought out the fire stick.
However, in the end, what the fire stick brought him was the contempt and ridicule of others. The people around laughed loudly, Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, as far as his eyes could see, only the black and ugly fire stick in his hand was left in this world.
They were laughing, laughing loudly, just like the brothers who were in the same school before leaving, even the senior sister Ling'er who he was thinking about was also laughing.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
The cold feeling seemed to call out from the depths of his body, slowly wandering in his body.
What is the loneliest moment when you are alone
Are you facing the indifference of the whole world alone, are you facing all the ridicule alone
Is a person's blood cold or boiling
He suddenly raised his head and looked ahead.
At this time, the sun was shining on his face, and no one could see his expression clearly.
The Shaoyang Immortal Sword in Chu Yuhong's hand, amidst the laughter and applause from the audience, burst out with a brilliance that was almost comparable to the rising sun at this moment, brilliant and resplendent, and awe-inspiring.
Following the introduction of his tactic, with a loud shout, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword pressed down majestically like a bright sun.
A gust of hot air rushed towards his face, but Zhang Xiaofan's heart was as cold as ice.
For some reason, looking at the group of light attacking in front of him, at that moment, he suddenly remembered the morning long ago: he and Lin Jingyu spent a thrilling night in the wild, when they returned to Caomiao Village , but saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. On that morning, all his happiness was lost, and he even felt that he was buried in the sea of blood, struggling desperately, trying to find his relatives in vain, but in the end he couldn't do anything, and the pain pierced his heart.
The heat seemed to burn his skin, but before his eyes, that quiet night, by the clear water pool, that beautiful woman stood by the water, tightly embracing her lover.
"Ah!" The sixteen-year-old boy moaned in a low voice. The inexplicable pain was so intense that he completely forgot about the oncoming light, but bit his lip, and the bright red blood dripped lightly.
It landed on the black fire stick with red threads like blood in the black and blue.
The next moment, he was engulfed by the sun-like rays of light.
The audience cheered, Chaoyang Peak disciples were all beaming with joy, only an exclamation mixed with their laughter seemed so piercing.
Zeng Shushu, who suddenly appeared, ignored dozens of hostile gazes and sighed loudly, feeling sorry for this new friend, but unfortunately he couldn't help according to the rules of the big test, otherwise he would probably rush to the stage when he was filled with righteous indignation.
Even the white-bearded old man who was sitting by the side seemed to be startled by Zeng Shushu and took a glance over.
On the stage, the brilliant golden light and the rising sun in the sky complemented each other. It was so brilliant that Chu Yuhong felt proud. At this moment, even he himself felt that his practice had reached a peak that he had never reached before. After this opponent who is not favored, let alone hit, will surely make great strides, even if he wins in the end, it is unknown! After all, after today, they only need to win four more games.
Thinking of this, a smile could not be suppressed on the corner of his mouth, and the radiance of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword was even brighter, watching the young man in front of him wrinkle his face in pain under the fiery light, and even bit his lip.
Suddenly, at this moment, his heart beat violently, as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer.
At this moment when everyone couldn't see Zhang Xiaofan clearly, Chu Yuhong, the person standing opposite Zhang Xiaofan, saw him raise his head and open his eyes through the brilliant light of his Shaoyang Immortal Sword.
Those blood-red eyes full of violence and killing!
An invisible and unknown icy cold spread rapidly, Chu Yuhong saw that the black fire stick seemed to come to life at this moment, the black air was rising, and the bead on the top of the stick was even more blue, reflected in Zhang Xiaofan's eyes. It was as if he had become another person completely.
All these changes happened within the light of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and no one saw it except Chu Yuhong.
Chu Yuhong was terrified, but before he could react, the icy breath wrapped around him under the light of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and he felt a whirlwind almost immediately, and felt nauseated all over his body.
After a while, the faint blue light from the ball on the firestick shone on him.
Under the stage, Zeng Shushu looked nervously at Zhang Xiaofan who was surrounded by that ray of light, thinking that Zhang Xiaofan is now like a monkey being roasted (normally, it should be thought that a pig is being roasted, but somehow the idea of a monkey appeared in Zeng Shushu's mind ), he was almost unwilling to read any more.
On the contrary, Chaoyang Peak disciples applauded and cheered with joy.
At this moment, all of a sudden, Chu Yuhong roared loudly on the stage, the Shaoyang Immortal Sword rose from the sky, the light dissipated immediately, and Zhang Xiaofan's figure appeared.
But Chu Yuhong seemed to be seriously injured, and backed away again and again. After a while, under the surprised eyes of everyone, blood gushed out from all seven orifices on his face at the same time, and he stretched out his right hand tremblingly to point at Zhang Xiaofan, as if he wanted to say something, but No matter what, I can't speak.
After a while, he swayed a few times, fell to the ground with a bang, and passed out.
There was silence on and off the stage, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, too shocked to speak.