Xin Ming was silent.

He held the sword in his hand tightly and looked at Zheng Qian and another person opposite him.

His eyes reflected white snowflakes.

He knew very well that his chances of winning against Zheng Qian were almost equal to nothing.

Zheng Qian entered the realm of travel two months earlier than him.

What's more, the current situation is still one-to-two.

Xin Ming was a little scared.

But he did not retreat.

He has his own pride and the pride of being a disciple of the Sword Academy.

Whether he was thinking of taking revenge on Li Mengzhou or not, it had nothing to do with not falling into the mountains, and even more with Zheng Qian.

And just asking the rules that cannot hurt your life during the conference can relieve Xin Ming's fears very well.

After all, even if you can't beat it, you won't die.

So he just hesitated for a moment and chose to fight.

The young man standing beside Zheng Qian in a brown robe suddenly chuckled.

He looked not old, at least younger than Zheng Qian, but judging from the position where Zheng Qian stood slightly behind, it was obvious that the young man with brown robe had a higher status than Zheng Qian.

He had a short sword in his hand, and he was very casually rushing around. He pulled out his hand and patted Zheng Qian on the shoulder, looked at Xin Ming and said, "The disciples of the Sword Academy are inferior to each generation."

"Li Gong has a person with qualifications like Junior Brother Zheng, but he didn't recognize the gold and jade, but instead asked for the useless firewood named Li Mengzhou. Now, when you look at it, in addition to Li Mengzhou, most of you are ordinary, which really disappoints me."

Being underestimated is a very annoying thing, especially for Xin Ming.

He replied coldly: "Self-admiring is the most pitiful thing in the world."

The young man in brown robe said lightly: "That's because stupid people are not qualified to appreciate them."

The pure white snow is dotted with dead grass, and large flakes of snowflakes are shivering from the wind on the pine needles. The wind that freely travels between heaven and earth is wrapped with a sharp roar, and passes by one's ears, as if thunder explodes.

What Xin Ming thought was against tit, but the boy in the brown robe sneered at him.

"I am Xie Ning, and it is your honor to be defeated by my sword."

Xie Ning?

Xin Ming felt that the name seemed a little familiar in a trance.

"Xie Ning...Xie Chunfeng... It turns out that you are Xie Chunfeng's younger brother?!"

Xie Chunfeng's name can almost represent the younger generation of Buluoshanmen. Although it is far inferior to Shen Qiubai, Ouyang Shengxue and Beizangfeng, it is also the strongest people below.

Xie Ning takes pride in being Xie Chunfeng's younger brother.

But it is also shameful.

Because whenever he talks about it, he must add Xie Chunfeng's name to the front, and many people don't even know Xie Ning's name, which is definitely not what Xie Ning wants.

This questioning meeting was Xie Ning's first battle in front of the world.

He must make his own name.

Although in his opinion, taking Xin Ming as his first opponent was obviously not qualified, what he wanted was not just to defeat Xin Ming, but also to defeat everyone in the battle in the Sword Academy.

Compared to Xie Ning's gradually high-spirited fighting spirit, Xin Ming's original determination had already shaken after learning that the boy in the brown robe in front of him was Xie Chunfeng's younger brother.

He believes that as Xie Chunfeng's younger brother, it is impossible to be a simple role.

Its pressure is absolutely beyond Zheng Qian.

But the sword has been raised and cannot be put down easily.

He also knew very well that even if he used all his strength from the beginning, he might not be able to defeat Xie Chunfeng's younger brother Xie Ning.

The worries and entanglements in his heart are real.

The fighting spirit emitted was not empty either.

It's just whether he has the courage to move forward.

Under the pressure of the name Xie Chunfeng, Xin Ming looked ugly, and gritted his teeth and chose to raise the sword in his hand high.

The two young monks were mobilized all their spiritual energy, and placed them ten meters away. Within this ten meters, they were filled with their consciousness and perfectly protected the positions on all sides where they might be attacked.

"My brother is Xie Chunfeng, but I am Xie Ning."

The boy has the stubbornness in his heart, but when facing an unpredictable opponent, he also has a contempt.

This is something that cannot be avoided by the teenager's proud psychology.

The indifference and ridicule on Xie Ning's face are the most real.

At the beginning of this battle.

Zheng Qian, the only audience, frowned slightly.

He looked into the depths of the jungle.

There were two figures coming into his sight.

The robe of the same color as the snow was the costumes of the disciples of the Sword Academy.

Moreover, these two people are also acquaintances of Zheng Qian.

He Zhengrong and Zhou Luo.

The battle between Xie Ning and Xin Ming had begun. Although the latter also noticed the arrival of his companions, he had no time to take care of him.

The wind is cold and the snow is cool.

The sword is sharp.

Xin Ming could only resist but had no power to fight back.

Although Xie Ning's hand was a short sword, he could easily suppress Xin Ming, whether it was a close attack or a long attack, which was a clear gap in realm.

After all, Xin Ming was just entering the realm of far-distance travel, and Xie Ning was only half a step away from reaching the peak.

Especially since he was young, he had been exposed to things in practice early on because of Xie Chunfeng. Although he had not been in the path of cultivation for a long time, the so-called closeness to Zhu Chi finally knew more than Xin Ming and knew how to use his own advantages.

After Xin Ming retreated step by step, Zhou Luo couldn't help but take action.

After Zheng Qian appeared from He Zhengrong and Zhou Luo, he stared at them tightly. At this time, his figure flashed and blocked Zhou Luo.

Silently raised the sword in his hand, Zheng Qian's eyes first swept over He Zhengrong's body, then looked at Zhou Luo seriously and focusedly, and said, "The questioning conference was not a fair competition, but at least it was fair at this moment. Xin Ming's opponent was Xie Ning, and you can't intervene anymore."

Zhou Luo was very angry and said, "When you don't fall into the mountains, so many people besiege my swordsmanship alone, why don't you talk about fairness?"

Although the two almost became brothers during the introductory test, the two of them belonged to different mountain gates at this moment, and they were enemies. Zhou Luo knew this very well.

And Zheng Qian also knew it.

So he pointed the sword in his hand at Zhou Luo and said, "The meaning of fairness has always been set by the strong. Just like when I was in the introductory test, I am no longer the me, but you are still the one you, and a weak personality like you are not suitable for this world."

Zhou Luo is not weak, he is just used to considering a lot of things, so he seems a little indecisive.

But at least this is a manifestation of weakness in some things.

Zhou Luo knew very well what he wanted, and he felt that this was the most important thing.

So he didn't care about Zheng Qian's words, but pointed his sword at him and said, "Then I can only defeat you first."

Zheng Qian frowned slightly and looked at He Zhengrong who was silent.

He Zhengrong raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "I have no interest in you and will not interfere in your affairs. After you decide the winner, I will solve you at one time."

This is a bit too arrogant.

But it made Zheng Qian feel relieved.

To be honest, compared to Zhou Luo, he was more afraid of He Zhengrong, who was very young.

Zhou Luo looked at He Zhengrong with a complicated expression, and finally sighed.

......

Bang!

The dagger in Xie Ning's hand swept horizontally.

Heavy hit Xin Ming's long sword.

The sword flew up.

Xin Ming's figure also flew backwards.

It fell on the snow and a muffled sound came.

This is a huge gap in strength.

Xin Ming bleed blood in his mouth and stared at Xie Ning with great shame and anger. He felt that his bones were broken and he was lying on the ground and he was unable to get up.

“The waiting time is much faster than I thought.”
To be continued...