Holding the silver blade in his hand, he jumped up and leaped down the Bagua stake platform lightly.

Her victory was even more surprising to everyone than Xie Xuan's victory. Xie Xuan jumped on the stage, drew his sword and retracted his sword, and fought with Zhang Jiuxing in a real battle.

The two of them fought happily, and the onlookers were also enjoyable.

Xiaoxiao didn't move a step after getting on the pile platform. The one she threw in her sleeve could not be regarded as a hidden weapon. Since it was a hidden weapon, it should be unexpected.

Her thin silver leaves floated brightly in the air, and the leaves seemed to have eyes. Wherever the man ran, the hidden weapon would follow.

The two of them moved and remained silent on the stake, and the people under the stake were terrifying. The disciples of Fengtian Temple only hoped that Senior Brother Chu would run faster. Whenever the silver blade was about to push his vest, they would scream.

But the people in Ziwei Palace were hoping that the hidden weapon would be faster. Every time the hidden weapon was about to catch up with the big man, it was a pity for them to hold their palms.

The big man ran around the outer ring of the pile platform for dozens of times, unable to even touch the hem of a small corner of his clothes.

The little Hao's wrist was slightly raised and his slender fingers were slightly raised. If I hadn't known that she was controlling the hidden weapon, I would have thought she was adjusting the zither and playing the strings.

With a string and a movement, the silver leaves flew, and the cold light covered the man's whole body, making him unable to escape, forcing him to circulate around the platform and fall off the stake.

The man just saw a silver light in front of him, and he thought he must have been blind, but he was unscathed, even though he was embarrassed, he saved his eyes.

He stood up and walked up to Xiaoxiao, bowed to the little girl: "Mr. Chu is convinced."

The clothes on the front and back were wet, and the forehead was sweating like rain. Nodding toward Xiaoxiao, then retreated back to the crowd.

Yiyang Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Sang Xiaoxiao, win."

The morale of Ziwei Palace was high, and Fengtianguan was not good at getting off the army, and he was even more ruthless. In the next competition, Fengtianguan won more.

The gap that opened up by Ziwei Palace compared to Taoist talismans is even further.

Xie Xuan was very interested in the martial arts of Fengtian Temple. The master taught him only a set of swordsmanship, and everyone in Fengtian Temple has their own strengths. For example, Zhang Jiuxing, in addition to using whisks, he also uses swords. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time just now, otherwise he would really want to see how to use the whisk sword with hardness and softness.

He stood under the stake platform with his arms in his arms and watched Fengtian Temple fight with Ziwei Palace.

When you look at people's moves, you gesture in your heart, and applaud the wonderful things. You also said to a small little girl: "You are really amazing to scare that person just now, but that's because you are on the round pile platform and you will be defeated when you fall. That person can only escape in this small place. If you fight seriously, you can only attack the enemy without any preparation and raise your hand to kill the enemy, and then you will win."

Xiaoxiao heard this and pursed her lips and shook her head: "Just scare him away."

Xie Xuan looked at her, smiled in his eyes, and reached out to rub his small head: "It's not your turn to go."

With him here, how could Xiaoxiao take action?

As the two saw each other, Xie Xuan also gestured his sword moves, and it was Wen Renyu's turn.

Xie Xuan had a bright look. He always wanted to compete with Wen Renyu, but he never had a chance. Wen Renyu could not use wind control techniques or use hidden weapons. Instead, he wanted to see how he won.

Wen Renyu snatched a long sword and jumped onto the stage. When he looked, he saw Xie Xuan standing shoulder to shoulder on the side of the stage and looking at him.

Wen Renyu's heart lit up and he gave a move to welcome the guests: "Brother Dao, please stop."

Unexpectedly, the other party was extremely rude, and the Bagua Knife came to the head, wrapped the head up and chopped the legs down.

The Bagua Sword is narrower, longer and heavier than the ordinary single sword, making the wrist and arm strength stronger. Wen Renyu was not anxious and calm. When he came over, his body raised lightly and fell suddenly.

Step on the tip of the knife and step on the pile.

When the man inserted his knife, Wen Renyu leaped with the force, and slashed his sword directly on the other party's wrist, forcing him to retreat.

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows, followed the trend and borrowed the power of others. This was the truth he had just realized during the fight with Zhang Jiuxing. After a while, he was able to easily do so. However, Wen Renyu had already bent his knees slightly since the other party's sword came, and was ready to jump up.

Although Wen Renyu used a sword, he must be proficient in this set of sword techniques.

Xie Xuan was not bound by the enemy's changes, and Wen Renyu was confident. He always had tricks to dismantle when passing one move, but he didn't know how much effort he had hidden in his stomach.

The more Xie Xuan looked, the more solemn he became.

Xiaoxiao saw his senior brother's expression and knew what he was thinking. She held his palm: "Senior brother will beat him when he comes on stage!"

When Xie Xuan heard this, he smiled. If the person who saw the move was not his opponent, even Wen Renyu had to fight before he could find out.

Wen Renyu suppressed the opponent everywhere, but he didn't drive him away. Whenever the person couldn't breathe, he would relax his actions slightly, causing the opponent's heart to get angry.

He stabbed him three times in a row. Wen Renyu frowned slightly, stabbed his sword, and hit his waist, about to stab. He returned to the sword and hit the man's waist with the hilt.

The sword came out of his hand, and the man was knocked down from the stake.

Wen Renyu hit someone with the hilt of his sword, but he didn't want to hurt him. He turned around and reached out to help him, but the man pushed him away.

Wen Renyu just smiled and turned around and left.

At this time, the few people who ranked at the Seven Star Banquet this year also made a rough ranking. In addition to Xiao Xiao Xie Xuan's sudden appearance, it is almost the same as the two sides' calculations.

Xie Xuan smiled and hooked Wen Renyu's shoulders, asking him to do the best for the landlords and take them to Beijing for a good meal.

A Taoist boy blocked Xie Xuan's way: "Uncle Xie, please stay, you have to play another game."

Xie Xuan carried the sword behind him, frowned and looked at the Taoist boy. The Taoist boy choked and said to Xie Xuan: "After the competition, he will draw another lot, twenty-five people, only ten people left. Uncle Xie was drawn."

In fact, Xie Xuan was not drawn. He was lucky, so how could he be drawn and compete with him?

But comparing another game is a trivial matter. Xie Xuan did not take it seriously and cursed Jian Yili: "Who else can I compare with?"

This time, we will compete with those who won the field.

This time he was fighting against him was a Taoist priest from Ziwei Palace. Wen Renyu looked at him and said, "That is the disciple of the third senior brother."

Another disciple of Yiyang Zhenren, Xie Xuan curled his lips and smiled. Xiao Guangfu was punished by Ziwei Zhenren to sweep the steps. He was extremely tired of wearing brocade Taoist robe and golden lotus crown. He could only wear a blue cloth plain clothes and a black gauze crown, and sweep the steps every day.

You have to sweep all the steps in Ziwei Palace before you can rest.

There are at least thousands of levels.

When Xie Xuan met him once, his face turned pale. He did not hate himself for being blind, but instead hated Xie Xuan for secretly using tricks to embarrass him.

The True Man Yiyang sat upright on the seat, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had no idea that he was an apprentice and would fight against Xie Xuan.

When Xie Xuan heard Wen Renyu's words, he looked at him in surprise. Although he spoke in a low voice, he had some meaning.

Wen Renyu had nothing to do before. He was like a noble prince among Taoists, and was not contaminated with ordinary things among noble princes. Unexpectedly, he changed in just a few days.

Xie Xuan moved his shoulders and stretched his legs and turned his waist: "Thank you."

As he said that, he jumped onto the stage and said with his feet trembling, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."

The real man Yiyang winked at the little disciple, and the disciple jumped up, clasped his fists and said, "I have seen Uncle Master, but Uncle Master has a favor."

He first blew away Xie Xuan's identity. Although he is older than Xie Xuan, Xie Xuan's seniority is higher than him, so the elders should naturally give him younger generations.

Xie Xuan laughed "he" and asked for a bargain first. He was afraid of these things. He glanced at Zhenren Yang and simply said openly: "Okay, since you call me uncle, I will give you three moves."

As he said that, he put the sword back into the sheath, with his hands behind his back, and looked at each other with a smile.

Xiaoxiao was anxious now. She knew that her senior brother's temperament was the most unstimulating. The other party clearly wanted to take advantage of it, but he even let him take advantage of it.

He was so anxious that he asked Wen Renyu: "Is this person powerful?"

Xiaoxiao always looked indifferent, and she didn't care about anything except Xie Xuan's affairs. At this time, her face turned red, like a lotus born, and a little sour: "A test in Ziwei's palace every year, he was considered a martial arts master in the third generation."

Wen Renyu told the truth, but when he saw Xiaoxiao frowning and worried, he couldn't help but add his own opinion: "But it's far less than Brother Xie."

Xiaoxiao was slightly calmed down and smiled gratefully at Wen Renyu, thinking that Wen Renyu was still a good person after all.

As soon as Xie Xuan said this, the man bowed and praised, "Thank you, uncle."

The back of the newspaper lit up and the weapon flew out. He used a snake-shaped sword. Doudou was originally holding it honestly. When he saw this person raising his head, he stretched his neck to look at the stage, and "hissed" twice.

I thought there was a silver snake wandering on the stage.

Xiaoxiao pressed its head and said, "Be good, senior brother won't lose."

Xie Xuan had been on guard against his move, and this was the truth he learned from Yuxu. When the two sides fought, the other party was timid in their hearts. Although they were talking, they could not hide the movements under their feet.

When the opponent's sword came, he dodged and avoided.

The man also knew that Xie Xuan was very stable in the lower plate. Since he was behind his back, he focused on attacking him, and the tip of the sword was nailed to the wooden stake, causing wood chips to fly.

Xie Xuan jumped and frowned when he saw that he was ruthless in his sword.

The man knew that he had only a slight advantage of three moves, so he had to knock Xie Xuan down the stake platform between these three moves, and even a few swords could not stab him. He was nervous and he crushed the soles of his shoes and kicked them, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

Xie Xuan nailed one foot firmly to the stake and bent down. The man clearly had a thin piece of iron hidden on the tip of his shoe.

It was obvious that the foul was foul, but Yiyang Zhenren thought it was not seen. As soon as his apprentice raised the tip of his shoe, he lowered his head to drink tea. When he raised his head, the iron piece had already been taken back into his shoe.

Xie Xuan took a step back and smiled: "Are you a Guang generation?"

The man paused slightly at the tip of his sword, glanced at Yi Yang Zhenren, and then said, "Yes, Master gave him the name, Ding Guangshan."

Yiyang Zhenren’s apprentice is ranked by “Blessings are as good as the East Sea and longevity is as good as the South Mountain”. He is the youngest disciple and has been with Yiyang Zhenren for the longest time.

Xie Xuan laughed again: "I have seen your senior brother. He has great lip skills and you have great skills in your feet. It's just right to practice the same level together. You junior brother, please help your senior brother."

When Ding Guangshan heard the ridicule, he only said that Xie Xuan was deliberately delaying, no longer talking to him, and he repeatedly set out his sword.

Xie Xuan was like a big roc, moving around the stakes, nipping his toes, and then leaving. He saw his figure on the platform, and he didn't know where he was.

Ding Guangshan gritted his teeth and laughed: "Uncle Master, this failed move cannot be considered as a move."

Xie Xuan smiled slightly: "Okay."

When he used all three moves, he was afraid that Xie Xuan would draw his sword to retaliate and retreat. As soon as his feet fell, he felt that the wooden stake was loose and he was not enough to stand firm. The wooden stakes were broken.

Like chopping wood, Ding Guangshan fell among the broken wood with a "boom", and his eyes were full of disbelief!

When he looked up, he saw Xie Xuan lifting his legs and stepping on the only unbreakable wooden stake, like a pine tree and as light as a floating cloud.

Grinned at Ding Guangshan.

The teacup in Yiyang Zhenren's hand was poured down, and the tea water dripped on his robe.

The wooden stake was cracked by stepping, and the true man Yiyang thought he could do it, but he wanted to stand on the stake to lift his energy and slowly exert his energy. He stomped his feet and cracked his feet, just like Xie Xuan, who was like a dragonfly, without any effort, then... only... the master could do it.

Xie Xuan's sword technique just now was just amazing, but he was shocked at this moment.

Master Ziwei saw it on the mountain platform, his white eyebrows slightly lowered, and his palms were brushed on the whisk: "Okay."

The little Taoist boy walked to the stone railing to pour tea for Ziwei Zhenren. He poured the cup full of the cups, raised his eyes, and loosened his hand holding the handle. As soon as the teapot fell to the ground, he was held up.

Ziwei touched the little Taoist boy's head, and Cihe smiled: "Is it hot? Be careful."
Chapter completed!