At night, Qin Liaozhi took his junior brother's elixir and went to practice behind closed doors. Yun Xiaotian walked to the door of senior brother Hua's room, hesitated for a while, and knocked on the door.
After coming in, a conversation between two people was heard in the room.
"Senior Brother Hua."
"Junior Brother Yun, what's the matter?"
"Senior Brother Hua, can you still pass on the Trinity Mysterious Technique to me?"
"What is the Trinity Mysterious Technique?"
"..."
A long time passed.
"If I want to pass it on to my brother, I'll pass it on to you, the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques..."
"..."
On the second day, Huahe selected an unknown disciple from Xishu Mountain in the competition, but he also won by a narrow margin. After he came back, he rushed into the room again. It was not until the third round of drawing began that the two of them came out of the room.
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After the two came out, they learned that Lu Kouchuan, Pei Chongkang, and Zhou Xinrui all lost in the second round of the competition.
The three of them went to Field C to draw lots. Hua He shot a burst of spiritual power into the wooden box first, and a small ball slowly fell into his hand. Qin Jiaozhi raised his arm, hesitating and did not make a move for a long time. Yun Xiaotian
He came close to her and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, saying, "Senior Sister Qin, let's smoke together!" Qin Liaozhi glanced at him and nodded slightly. Qin Liaozhi fired a spiritual power blow, while Yun Xiaotian raised his hand and fired a spiritual power blow.
In a straight line of her spiritual power.
"Huh?" The old man guarding the wooden box opened his eyes instantly and looked at the two people.
"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, and the two small balls flew towards the two of them. Yun Xiaotian and Qin Liao stretched out their palms at the same time. When the two small balls were about to enter their palms, Yun Xiaotian's palm slipped.
, with a tap of his finger, the two balls changed positions, and the number belonging to Qin Jiaozhi fell into Yun Xiaotian's hands.
All this happened so fast that no one onlookers noticed anything was wrong. The old man narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
The three of them opened it and saw that Huahe's was Bing 23, Qin Jiaozhi's was Bing 4, and Yun Xiaotian's was Bing 7.
On the second day, the competition between fifty-first-class players and twenty-five-class players officially started. When Qin Jiaozhi's opponent saw that it was her, he clasped his fists and surrendered.
Qin Liaozhi looked meaningfully in the direction of Yun Xiaotian in the audience.
In the afternoon, the seventh game of Group C officially started.
When Lu Kouchuan saw Yun Xiaotian's opponent, he instantly became nervous.
The man was short in stature, in his early twenties, and his clothes were very shabby. He was no different from begging on the street. He held half a bamboo pole in his hand, but as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone felt that he was extraordinary.
"Before I came here, my grandfather once warned me that I should not declare my family name before meeting a real opponent. Today, this senior brother is worthy of keeping his name."
After saying that, he cupped his fists and said in a majestic voice: "I'm here, Zhao Liushou, the 172nd generation descendant of the Dry Sword Sect, wants to ask my senior brother for advice."
"What, Heir of the Withered Sword...?"
"That sect was not defeated by soldiers..."
"Shh~ don't get angry!"
"..."
Many people who came to see the "Discus Master" compete did not dare to be born and all kept silent.
The old man guarding the ring nodded and said, "What a young man... the Kujian lineage... has a successor."
Yun Xiaotian saw that although he was dressed in patchwork clothes, he spoke elegantly and behaved generously. His breath when he raised his hands made him look like he was peering into the world. He couldn't help but admire him. He is such a good young man. He is a truly outstanding person from the Central Plains.
Zhao Liushou clasped his fist again: "My name is Zhao Liushou, and I will always use one hand when fighting against others. Senior brother, please rest assured that your life will not be in danger."
Zhao Liu knocked the ground twice with the bamboo pole in his hand. A lot of dust shook off the bamboo pole. Without moving, he flicked his wrist and slashed towards Yun Xiaotian with a gray sword energy. Yun Xiaotian's eyes flashed.
Ling, that gray sword energy is not as domineering as Binggu, nor as majestic as the Immortal Sword Style of Xishu Sword Mountain, but it has the feeling of a dead tree blooming into spring, and the great road being simple.
Yun Xiaotian waved the discus in his hand to scatter the sword energy, but the gray spiritual power actually spread along the discus to his arms, until it spread throughout his body, and he felt a sudden numbness.
Yun Xiaotian's arms kept shaking, "Is this the Withered Sword Sect?"
Zhao Liu knocked the bamboo pole in his hand again and said: "Senior Brother Yun, the withered sword has the longest spiritual power, so don't take it lightly."
Yun Xiaotian nodded seriously and did not feel that his words were arrogant.
Qin Liaozhi stared at the two people in the field in surprise: She didn't know why the Kujian lineage had an entanglement with the second uncle for some reason. After several conflicts between the two sides, Binggu destroyed all that lineage. After that,
It has disappeared for more than a hundred years. Although the withered sword practice is not popular, even the second uncle praised it highly. If Xiaotian hadn't exchanged numbers with me, he knew that I was from Binggu, so he would not be like me.
Such a gentle and polite person... She knitted her eyebrows together and looked at Yun Yi, who was standing on the stage.
Yun Xiaotian used the discus to chop out a lot of sword energy, but as soon as the spiritual energy touched the withered sword's true essence, it was as if it was corroded and melted by the opponent, and the mud fell into the sea.
Zhao Liu stood on the same spot with his hands and did not move, but Yun Xiaotian was already in danger.
"Senior Brother Yun, I don't know why you are so timid, but if you continue like this, you will lose."
Yun Xiaotian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This person was the first person of his generation that he admired most since he untied the golden silk feathers.
"Xiaotian has a sword and wants to ask Senior Brother Zhao for advice."
Yun Xiaotian placed the discus pancake in front of him, carrying the pancake with his sword. His brocade clothes were flying, and his true energy was boiling. He squeezed his fingers, and the five mountains appeared behind him, and beneath them there was the rushing sea.
"What? This...is this a jade scroll with a stone map?"
"Who is that boy?"
"Look clearly, that's not a jade scroll with a stone map..."
"..."
At this moment, even the eldest brother and others were surprised, asking, "Did Senior Sister Qin even pass on the secret technique of Binggu to him?"
Yun Xiaotian squeezed the cake tightly:
"Junior brother Zhao, please take this finger from me - the blue sea is tidal."
Many swordsmen and rangers are used to reporting the names of their moves when dueling, so that when they become famous, their moves will also become famous, but if they lose, they will look stupid. However, Yun Xiaotian didn't think so much, he just said it randomly
It sounds like a relatively reliable name, but I just don’t want the other person to look down on me.
A sword energy flooded the stone platform, and three black, gold and yellow spiritual powers were powerful, like waves, one wave higher than the other, surging extremely.
"What? What kind of spiritual power is this?"
"How come there is such a strange true essence?"
"As I said just now, that is not a jade scroll with a picture of stone."
Zhao Liu held his hand and shook the bamboo pole hard, saying, "Senior Brother Yun, I've finally arrived." He touched the bamboo pole on the ground. The bamboo pole slowly turned from withered yellow to emerald green, and branches grew from the joints.
flowering.
Bubbles kept rising on the surface of the lake, and green buds stretched out of the water, and then grew rapidly. The patch of green stretched for several miles with him as the center.
The sword struck the green grass. The green grass was not cut off, but floated with the waves, like water plants in the sea, rippling with the waves.
By the time the sword energy reached Zhao Liu's hand, it was already as thin as a cicada's wing. With a flick of his fingers, it dispersed into the air.
While he was casting the spell, Yun Xiaotian was running freely, and the Ding Ling Pearl that had been dormant for a long time in his body also sensed it. Green light emitted from his body. Yun Xiaotian carefully tasted his swordsmanship and spiritual power. The Ding Ling Pearl was
The zombie clan's treasure must have some resonance with this spiritual power to react. The corpse clan's secret method will make half-dead people practice twice the result with half the effort. There is a mantra in the secret method: put it to death and then live, but Yun Xiaotian has never understood it.
's mystery.
Yun Xiaotian nodded slightly and said, "Okay, if you are a dead tree and spring comes, I will wait until autumn comes and your leaves fall."
Yun Xiaotian stood up, his breath changed completely, he let go of the discus, and the discus did not fall to the ground, but slowly flowed around his body.
"Junior Brother Zhao, Xiaotian asked for advice."
He circulated Da Xiaoyao and the spirit beads in his body, and no longer avoided every sword energy from him: Since you can corrupt the true essence, then I will let you rot enough. He took a sword energy and circulated him to Da Xiaoyao.
In the middle, the traces of gray spiritual power were integrated and circulated by Da Xiaoyao, and returned to the eight meridians of Yun Xiaotian's Qi Meridian.
Everyone saw sword energy slashing out one after another, and he immediately rushed forward. However, no one knew why he was safe and sound.
Gradually, some people also saw the clue:
"That boy, are you studying Taoism?"
"It's impossible...this is a martial arts competition."
However, as time passed, as soon as Zhao Liu raised his hand, Yun Xiaotian had already predicted the trajectory of his sword energy and absorbed all the sword energy into Da Xiaoyao.
Zhao Liu's hand movements became slower and slower, until the last sword energy struck out, he stopped. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and panting. The bamboo pole in his hand also turned yellow again, and the greenery for several miles around also withered.
Got a hint of spirit.
Yun Xiaotian walked towards him step by step, the Da Xiaoyao in his body was still tumbling. If his Da Xiaoyao cultivation was not quite strong, this kind of risking his life would completely burst him.
Click, the bamboo pole was completely rotted and broken.
"You actually used up all my spiritual power."
Yun Xiaotian walked up to him, picked up the discus, and patted his shoulders with both hands: "I will die and live again. Thank you for teaching me, Junior Brother Zhao."
Zhao Liushou was stunned for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "Keep your hands, I will be convinced if I lose."
"Twelve Finger Sword Mountain Yun Xiaotian wins and advances to the next round." This chapter has been completed!