It's New Year again.

For Shushan Sword Immortals, there is no custom of celebrating New Year's Eve - they have retained another more exciting routine.

First month competition.

In this competition, there was no seat challenge and no ranking of the Fairy Sword List. It was just that everyone randomly drew lots and challenged one-on-one, so it was much more harmonious than the official competition of Shushan.

There are even many familiar sword immortals who are familiar with each other, who are drawn to the duel. Everyone plays the turn-based system with politeness, and they are in a timely manner. Finally, they decide the winner and lose in a friendly manner. Both sides are not ashamed.

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Of course, there are examples of harmony and qi, and naturally there are examples of relatively disharmoniousness.

For example, in previous years, the grass-cutting sword immortals, no matter whether your opponent is strong or weak, they will always do their best, which makes everyone dislike it.

But this time, An Zhisu was listening to the advice of his junior brother Ling Yunpo. During this competition, he should try his best to make as many friends as possible and make fewer enemies. It is strictly forbidden to cause unnecessary hatred.

"Senior sister, don't always think about killing other people's natal sword weapons!" Ling Yunpo said sincerely, "Establishing too much authority will make us isolated from Qingluo Peak!"

"Even if the other person is really weak, you should be more polite and give the other party a step. During the New Year, don't make it so bloody or violent!"

An Zhisu couldn't stop nodding and said:

"Okay, junior brother, I will listen to you."

After drawing the lottery, An Zhisu came on stage.

The sword fairy disciple opposite him looked pale, and his two sensations seemed to be fighting. He was cursing in his heart, "It's a bitter thing, why did you draw this god of killing?"

When I looked at the disciples off the stage, I was also quite angry.

The war hasn't started yet, and it seems like you are going to give in. What's going on?

Someone shouted "Junior Brother Zhang will win", and then there were loud cheers.

Perhaps it was because cheering was really useful, or because everyone was forced to put it on the shelves and could not step down. Although Junior Brother Zhang was still panicked and frightened, he was much better than his initial trembling and trembling look.

I saw that the grass-cutting sword fairy on the stage did not take action immediately, but asked the other party affectionately:

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

When everyone in the audience heard this, they were immediately furious.

We have all united and cheered the other side, but you actually said such arrogant words?

This time it was not only cheering, but also cursing.

Junior Brother Zhang listened in a daze, suddenly his face seemed to be no longer afraid:

"Although I'm not good at swordsmanship," he said with a shy smile, "but now that so many fellow disciples are watching, if I admit defeat directly, I will lose my face."

"Please give me advice from Senior Sister An." He pulled out his natal sword weapon and said seriously.

An Zhisu sighed and pulled out the flying smoke sword.

After counting breaths, Junior Brother Zhang was beaten out of the competition venue, which was a huge defeat.

The gap in swordsmanship can naturally not be made up by mustering up a little courage.

Looking at the sounds that were boiling around, An Zhisu frowned slightly.

If she was usually scolded by everyone, she would just not understand and leave indifferently.

After all, Su Jian taught her since she was a child that "the sword immortal could only speak with the sword in his palm."

However, this time she heard Junior Brother Ling’s, and did not directly cut off the other party’s natal sword weapon as usual, and seriously injured the other party… Why didn’t the attitudes of these audiences change much?

After getting off the venue, An Zhisu came to Ling Yunpo and asked in confusion:

"Junior brother, what did I do wrong?"

"It's not wrong to do it..." Ling Yunpo smiled bitterly.

When encountering the situation just now, since everyone is cheering for the courage of Junior Brother Zhang, Senior Sister, you should say a few beautiful words, praise the other party, and then defeat him with a slightly higher strength than the other party, so that the other party can maintain it.

At least face, he stepped down completely.

In this way, ordinary disciples think that junior brother Zhang will not lose, and with strong eyesight, you can see that you are letting go, and everyone can get along with their face.

Instead of just using all your strength to beat the opponent out of the field like before...

Having said that, for people like An Zhisu who have almost no social experience, they probably cannot do such complex operations at all.

After thinking about it, Ling Yunpo had to reorganize the language in the simplest way and said:

"In the next game, after you come to the stage, don't defeat the opponent directly, but fight a few rounds with a slightly higher strength than the opponent, so that the opponent can admit defeat."

An Zhisu nodded and said yes, indicating that there was no problem.

Ling Yunpo also took the time to go out and simply defeated his lottery opponent.

As the leader of the four powerful people in the foundation building realm of Shushan, he was taken for granted. The opponent did not perform any scenes of being afraid first and then being determined, and the surrounding audience did not stubbornly fight.

I just don’t know why it’s my turn, and countless weird dramas will appear for no reason.

Back on the sidelines, Ling Yunpo saw that the rookie Bisheng, who scored An Zhisu this time, was actually the rookie Bisheng who was behind the top four.

Ling Yunpo had never dealt with this female sword fairy, but Qiu Changtian knew her.

When he was participating in the trial at the Shushan Demon Locking Tower, the head of Yujing arranged for the sword immortal to receive him.

When the Bisheng came onto the stage with a heroic look, An Zhisu asked with a smile:

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

"No!" Bisheng immediately became furious, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, and drew his sword and said, "Why does Senior Sister An humiliate me so much? Even if I have poor strength, I will not fail lightly!"

After saying that, she stabbed directly with a sword.

The onlookers immediately burst into cheers. Compared to the younger brother Zhang who said it nicely but was beaten down in a few moves, everyone obviously supports this stronger senior sister Bisheng.

An Zhisu silently held it, and after a few rounds, he successfully regained the rhythm and in turn suppressed Bisheng.

But she kept in mind the instructions of Junior Brother Ling and suppressed her strength a little, but she fought back and forth with Bisheng.

The audience was nervous when they saw it, but Bisheng saw the clues and was trembling with anger:

This is not An Zhisu's strength? Even when facing Junior Brother Zhang just now, you have put in all your strength. Why did you humiliate me so much?

She gritted her teeth in anger, so she simply used the secret method of burning blood, which directly raised her cultivation level, and the sword technique in her hand suddenly became sharp.

Seeing that Bisheng suddenly became stronger, most of the onlookers were excited. Could it be that this senior sister Bisheng had been pretending to be a pig and eating tigers, but this time she had to show off her trump card and cut the grass-cut sword fairy hard

Face?

Only a few disciples saw that something was wrong. Bisheng was not pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. It was obviously inspired by the other party and was about to start fighting!

"How?" Lin Duanshan suddenly asked in a stand in the distance.

"I can't win." Duan Fenhai said concisely.

As Bisheng's cultivation suddenly increased, An Zhisu also frowned slightly.

With this level, I can't beat me. Is it necessary to use that secret method?

However, she still kept in mind Junior Brother Ling's advice, and once again raised her swordsmanship and maintained her level just slightly better than that of Bisheng after the outbreak.

Bisheng had only been so powerful that he saw that the other party's sword light suddenly became strong and suppressed himself completely again. He was shocked and angry. His eyes were wide open, his silver teeth were clenched, and his expression was difficult to tense. He suddenly looked up to the sky

A large mouthful of blood mist was sprayed out.
Chapter completed!