No one expected that the two of them would use their killer moves so quickly, and this was just the second sword.

This competition has no profound meaning and does not reflect the combat qualities polished by the two in their practice. In the eyes of everyone, it is just a simple competition of strength.

Although there is nothing to learn about the struggle between the two, the sword is magnificent and the visual shock.

Lu Yingfeng nodded slightly and said, "Collision with the most macro force is always the battle that men want the most."

Two people, two sword lights.

A long rainbow, a turbulent flow...

The sword intent is extremely violent at the turbulent flow, and the rainbow goes like wind and thunder.

The rainbow collided with the turbulent flow.

Everyone saw the long rainbow being smashed to pieces, and the turbulent sword light still existed, as if they were still unsatisfied.

But Bai Dafayant was standing there, and Senior Brother Wu flew backwards.

The moment the two swords collided, the fat white man's sword escaped, but the sword force had not stopped, and his body still flew forward at an extremely fast speed and crashed into the disciple's arms.

The disciple named Wu showed off his body and landed lightly on the sidelines, with a dazed look.

The elder of the outer mountain looked at him expressionlessly, and his meaning was very obvious.

If it weren't for the critical moment that Bai Dafa's feet were on the ground, the power of this collision would be even greater, and he would at least suffer some internal injuries.

Since the sword is called "Breaking Armor", it naturally has the power to open the monument and shatter the stone.

"I lost."

The disciple surnamed Wu took his sword into the sheath and saluted to Fatty Bai and said, "Thank you for your mercy."

As soon as this statement was spoken, it caused silence and an uproar was immediately triggered.

"Senior Brother Wu actually lost, how is this possible?"

"So this fat man is so strong. The move he used just now was the 'armor-breaking sword'?"

"No, Senior Brother Wu should keep his hand, otherwise how could he lose in the second sword with his strength?"

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The fat white man had empty hands, responded to his chest with both hands, and said politely: "Senior brother has given up."

Senior Brother Wu pondered for a moment and said seriously: "We all know that your surname is Bai, but I don't know your real name?"

"My name is Atractylodes."

Fatty Bai is famous for his rice bucket and obesity, but few people will pay attention to what his name is. This is the first time that so many people know his true strength.

It was the first time that everyone present remembered the name seriously.

"Atractylodes macrocephala is born in a valley and can stop vomiting. It tastes sweet and slightly bitter. It is harmonious and nourishes the qi and has a strange effect of nourishing the stomach."

The sick girl shook her head and smiled, "This guy has a great appetite, and no matter how greasy he eats, he won't feel sick. In the name of Atractylodes, he actually feels a bit appropriate."

Maybe it is because of a long illness that becomes a doctor. The sick man has a natural intuition about the herbs, and he memorizes the pharmacological academic textbooks.

The matter of Fatty Bai came to an end, and the previous scene was restored in the sword test forest.

The competition went smoothly, and everyone was also focused on watching the game. Fatty Bai was a sudden attack, sweeping away the disciples of the outer mountain and directly winning the top eight places.

After the quarterfinals of the Outer Mountain disciples are determined, the quarterfinals of the Inner Mountain disciples will be determined.

Since He Xirou doesn't have to participate in the competition, Uchiyama's quarterfinals are actually ranked second to ninth. The first person in the quarterfinals to tomorrow's competition finals is qualified to challenge He Xirou.

Due to the bye of Feng Xiaohan, fifteen competitions of the remaining thirty disciples were held at the same time.

The weakest of Uchiyama's disciples are all the strength of the middle-grade spiritual transformation. The competition scenes are huge and interesting.

He Xirou has been standing there at the beginning of the competition, staring at the disciples who performed outstandingly. These are the future of Qingzhu Peak and the tasks left to her by Chen Feng.

Wherever she is, the most beautiful place to see the scenery.

Some disciples who are not particularly firm in Taoism will occasionally glance in her direction.

In the past, Naiyama's disciple Lin Yisong was a kind of person who was not very handsome and could not be found even if he threw it into the crowd.

The strengths of the Uchiyama disciples list are almost the same as those of the perfect realm of spiritual transformation. Only half a step away can break through the cave.

He Xirou has been sitting in the chief position for some reason, while Lin Yisong is a master who has broken through the realm of the cave, and he is over 20 years old.

Lin Yisong settled the opponent in just three moves and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Rou, who can you rank in that junior brother Feng?"

He Xirou thought for a while, shook her head and said, "In my opinion, it's only about twenty, at most fifteen."

But she remembered that this guy killed the mysterious-tailed beast alone and captured the earth-armored rat, and changed her words: "But it may be tenth."

Lin Yisong raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Will there be no miracle?"

He Xirou looked at the disciples of Ueyama who had not yet decided the winner and lost and said, "So Senior Brother Lin thinks that they will give him a chance to create miracles when Feng Xiaohan fights?"

Lin Yisong smiled and looked at the magnificent sword energy. The sunset under the twilight was dyed blood red by the solemn aura. He suddenly said, "The reason they target Junior Brother Feng is all due to your willfulness?"

"My junior brother needs guidance and care for his first entry into human society. I have explained it many times, but they insist on targeting him with that set of moral ethics."

He Xirou said: "This will only make me look down on them even more."

Lin Yisong asked curiously: "Why?"

She smiled and suddenly shed all kinds of charm, which made people addicted to it.

The bamboo leaves around him were dyed red by the dusk, and seemed to be a little drunk by this scene.

Lin Yisong understood, so he became silent and thought about some things.

He Xirou’s meaning is very simple. If she was not so beautiful, would these disciples still flatter her so much? Will they be so angry about living together with Zizhuyuan?

He sighed, "After all, they are teenagers."

Then he left and went to analyze and explain the competition on the field to the disciples from the outside.

He Xirou also sighed, but instead of sighing, she said slightly sarcastically: "Ha, man."

Liu Panpan is still very curious. Even if Feng Xiaohan loses his face, he will lose Chen Feng, but after all, he has just started the game and it is normal for him to lose. Why does she protect him so much?

In fact, this is the reason. Feng Xiaohan does not have a strong sense of male and female. In his eyes, the beautiful woman is just a beautiful flower.

This is very different from others, so she admires it very much, or likes such a junior brother, which makes her feel very real, not hypocritical, and not artificial.

She also likes the expression of seeing Feng Xiaohan when she is threatened by her and has no food to eat. Whenever she thinks of that scene, a smile will appear on the corner of her mouth.

But when she thought of the incident that night, she had a little anger in her eyes.

The two psychology is intertwined to create a complex expression, which looks cute and beautiful.

Maybe it was because of the afterglow of the sunset that her face turned red.

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The diner's servant held the spatula in his palm, yawned, and said to Feng Xiaohan: "Calculate the time, the competition between the disciples in the outer mountain should be over. Don't you go?"

At this time, all the disciples were participating in the competition in the sword forest, and he was the only one who was having a meal here.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the direction of the sun, stood up with a chicken leg and was about to leave.

"By the way, how sure are you?" Zhan Shao asked suddenly.
Chapter completed!