Xifeng stared at Han Ming, with a sneer on his face, and actually walked towards the Dongling Gate with big strides before the start of the game.
"Feng'er, what do you do?"
Venerable Xihua frowned, but did not stop it. The Xifeng Venerable Xifeng loved Xifeng very much, and could even be said to be arrogant. The two old and young are both famously petty.
, no one is willing to provoke.
Xifeng sneered and walked straight towards Han Ming, but said, "Junior Brother Donglin, long time no see."
Donglin happened to be standing in front of Han Ming. When he heard Xifeng's words, he looked puzzled and puzzled: "No... no, um... did you just see him yesterday?"
Seeing the west wind coming straight towards him, Donglin couldn't help but panic. He thought that the west wind must not make a bad impression on him again. He was really afraid of the west wind.
"Oh! Yes, yes, look at my memory. Didn't you just see it yesterday? I think I miss Junior Brother Donglin too much."
Xifeng slapped his forehead and smiled with a smirk. As he said that, he looked up to see Venerable Donghua again.
"Master Donghua, can you let your nephew see the Feng Ling Sword to feast your eyes?"
Venerable Donghua's face was as quiet as water, and his eyes glanced at Han Ming intentionally or unintentionally, feeling a little confused. How could Xifeng's sharp eyes be hidden from a master like Venerable Donghua?
For a moment, the heads of the other three sects also looked at Han Ming curiously, and saw that they were just a third-level second-level water magician, so they were relieved. I thought it must be that this little magician accidentally got Xifeng.
,Xifeng, the kid, took this opportunity to take revenge.
There are so many people who know Xifengxingzi, and the disciples of the four sects are looking at each other. But they don’t know who the Xifeng is rushing to. Most people think Xifeng wants to make things difficult for Donglin. Even at this moment
Even Donglin himself thought so.
"Senior Brother Donghua, since Feng'er wants to see it, please let him see it." Venerable Xihua said with a smile.
Venerable Donghua nodded slightly. Since Venerable Xihua has pleaded for his son, it would not be appropriate to not give it to him. Besides, this Feng Ling Sword was originally used as a reward, and it is not a big deal for the contestants to observe it in advance.
Something about.
"go."
Venerable Donghua said simply, and the Feng Ling Sword suddenly flew to Xifeng.
Xifeng took the sword and looked at Donglin with a smile.
Donglin suddenly became nervous: "You...what are you going to do?"
"Not what, Junior Brother Donglin, why are you nervous?" Xifeng smiled strangely, and the long sword in his hand suddenly pressed against Donglin's side and slashed.
A dazzling strong light came out of the sword and flew towards Han Ming tightly against Donglin's right shoulder.
The sword energy formed by this fighting spirit is so powerful that it is naturally not necessary to say more. Its speed is so fast that people don’t have time to react.
Han Ming had long expected that Xifeng would make things difficult for him, but he didn't expect that this kid would take such a ruthless killer move. If this sword was next, even if Han Ming put three layers of extreme ice shields on it, he would be split into two.
Half.
Fortunately, Han Ming was prepared. When Xifeng slashed the sword, he had already pushed Lao Li away and dodged to the side by himself. But Han Ming still underestimated the speed of the Feng Ling Sword's fighting spirit. Even though he
He accurately dodged, but still couldn't help but cut a large piece of flesh and blood off his right arm by strong fighting spirit. For a moment, blood flowed out along Han Ming's shoulders, soaking the entire coarse sleeves instantly.
Xifeng mastered the angle of the angle very well. The powerful fighting spirit did not hurt other disciples of the Dongling Sect, but went straight to Han Ming from the wind system among his disciples.
Han Ming avoided the Dou Qi, but did not stop, but flew directly backwards and cut the mountain from a distant peak into two halves. A small piece of the mountain slipped quietly and fell all over.
The bottomless abyss is smooth as a mirror.
No one expected Xifeng to take action suddenly, and it was so vicious when he took action. He originally thought that he was just taking revenge on someone he didn't like, but he didn't expect Xifeng to borrow the Feng Ling Sword as a weapon.
"Han Er, are you okay?" Old Li was pushed away by Han Ming and was not affected. At this time, he felt panic when he saw Han Ming's shoulders flowing.
Han Ming's face was as deep as water, staring at Xifeng coldly, and whispered: "It doesn't matter. It's just skin trauma."
"Mr. Xifeng, why did you attack my disciple for no reason??" Venerable Donghua seemed really angry now. His fighting spirit was not Feng, and Xifeng was pressing and wanted to kneel on the ground.
At this time, an equally powerful green fighting spirit came towards him, intercepting the wind-type fighting spirit of Venerable Donghua. Xifeng then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Senior Brother Donghua, my junior is rude, I apologize to you first. As for the junior Feng'er, it's not easy to make things difficult for him as your identity." Venerable Xihua said calmly. She was eager to protect her calf and leaked for a moment.
undoubtedly.
"Haha, Master Donghua. It's really because the Feng Ling Sword is too powerful, I can't control it. It's mine, and I will never commit it again in the future." As he said that, Xifeng threw the Feng Ling Sword back to Venerable Donghua.
Yin glared at Han Ming coldly. Obviously he was saying that you were lucky this time.
Now everyone knew who Xifeng was targeting, and all the disciples of the four sects turned their attention to Han Ming.
"Han Er, why don't you go back and take a rest first?" Old Li said anxiously. He never expected Han Ming to provoke the west wind to such an extent.
"It's really okay." Han Ming smiled kindly.
"Oh... that's fine." Old Li sighed and quickly took out the golden sore medicine to apply to Han Ming on the wound.
Han Ming also slowly released a water-based healing technique, and combined with the effect of Donglingmen's unique golden sore medicine, it stopped the blood and the wound gradually began to heal.
After this episode, people no longer paid too much attention to Han Ming, an inconspicuous outer disciple. In their opinion, a water magician, even if he practiced to the third level, was just a waste and could not be very big.
As.
"This kid has provoked that bastard Xifeng. It seems that it will be difficult for him in the future." Nan Chong, the son of Venerable Nanhua, said with a smile.
A female disciple at the opposite Beiling Gate frequently looked at Han Ming.
This female disciple is Bei Ling, the second disciple of Venerable Beihua. Venerable Beihua has no queen. Apart from his eldest disciple, the one he loves the most is this Bei Ling.
Between the four major sects, Bei Ling's appearance is definitely the best, and she is extremely powerful. Among the many disciples, she has long been listed as her dream lover.
The first day of the competition finally officially kicked off.
Most of the people who appeared on the competition on the first day were disciples of the inner sects of the four major sects, and their strength was not considered top-notch. They could only be considered as a warm-up match. They gave everyone a chance to get to know each other.
The competition on this day was calm and there was nothing outstanding. Most of them were just right at the same time.
Most of the competitions of those strong disciples stayed on the second day and were held on the third day.
The first day of the competition officially ended in the afternoon and evening. The disciples laughed and laughed at the canteen for dinner or returned to their residence to rest. Some traveled to Dongling Mountain in groups in groups of three or three.
After the game was over, Han Ming had no intention of staying here, and he and Lao Li prepared to return to his residence on the Peak Peak.
At this time, a nice woman's voice came from behind.
"Hey, wait a moment."
Han Ming had noticed the woman before he turned around and left. As soon as everyone dispersed, the woman walked straight towards Han Ming from the territory of Beiling Gate.
Hearing the voice behind him, Old Li couldn't help but look back and saw that it was Beiling Gate's Beiling Gate's name. The name that could be given to Beiling is not added to the seniority. It was obviously the Venerable Beihua wanted to add it.
This girl was trained to become the head of the future Beiling Sect.
Han Ming didn't want to cause too much trouble. When he saw this woman for the first time, Han Ming knew that this woman was in trouble. To be fair, this Beiling Jedi was second only to the previous one after Katherine and Kuro.
The two women.
Such a woman must be a super powerful person who attracts trouble. Han Ming has guessed that disciples who admire this woman are definitely indispensable among the four sects.
Seeing Han Ming continue moving forward without looking back, Bei Ling was surprised and shouted again: "The outer disciple who was injured in his arm is called you. Stop."
The sound of this sound was a little bigger than before. For a moment, all the disciples who were about to leave were attracted.
"Huh? Isn't that senior sister Beiling?"
"The person she called out seemed to be the outer disciple that Senior Brother Xifeng had injured before."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd.
Han Ming was bored, but he couldn't continue to pretend that he didn't hear it. After all, the woman pointed out her directly.
He had no choice but to turn around helplessly and asked lightly: "Did you call me?"
"Apart from you, is there a second person here who has suffered a shoulder injury?"
Bei Ling said coquettishly, caught up with Han Ming in a few steps, raised her hand and grabbed Han Ming's right arm.
Han Ming sided his body, dodged his right arm, looked carefully, and saw that the Bei Ling in front of him should be one or two years older than him, and he did not look like a woman with sharp edges, with a gentle and gentle look between his eyebrows and eyes.
Kindness. He looked at Han Ming with a slight concern, and there were no other impurities.
"Is there anything wrong?" Han Ming's voice eased a little.dd