At this time, other elders came forward to recommend the seven outstanding people to Su Jing. There are thousands of people in Lishan Mountain, and Su Jing could not name a hundred people together, especially those who participated in this competition have not been there yet.
He could recognize even fewer of the new disciples of Jianzhong, but what he didn't expect was that among the seven rising disciples, there were two of his acquaintances:
Under the sect of Red Crane Peak, the honest man Fang Xianzi; under the sect of Jiulin Peak, Ren Duo’s favorite young disciple Ren Choucheng.
Among the other five people, one came from the disciples of Elder Gong of Lushui Peak, and the other four were all disciples of Elder Yu of Dianhu Peak.
Su Jing was a little surprised. He nodded to Elder Yu and said, "Your ability to teach your disciples is amazing."
Before Elder Yu could speak, Ren Duo interrupted with a smile: "Brothers of our generation, in terms of swordsmanship alone, Junior Brother Yu is firmly in the top spot. I am afraid that only Senior Sister Fuji will be resurrected in order to discuss swordsmanship with him. Famous teachers produce great disciples.
It’s really no surprise that Dianhu Peak stole the show this time.”
Elder Yu shook his head and said with a smile: "No matter how strong your swordsmanship is, it is just a technique, a small way, and not worth mentioning."
The top seven disciples plus Su Jing made up eight people, and they were divided into four two-by-two fights. Deacon Li Shan drew lots for the eight people to compete against each other. The first sword fight was between the two disciples Su Jing knew:
Fang Xianzi, Ren Chou Cheng.
The rules are very simple. Disciples entering the ring are only allowed to use swords and cannot use magic. There are no restrictions on anything else. The disciples can fight freely in the ring. As for whether they will accidentally hurt their fellow disciples, this is not a concern for the contestants.
It has its own experts and elders to look after it and will intervene when necessary.
Fighting with swords to win the position, no other spells can be used in the fight. However, the cultivation level is directly related to the true essence. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the strength, the stronger the body, and the lighter the body... All of these, what's the point?
Isn’t it also the basis of strong swordsmanship?
The presiding elder called the roll call twice, and Fang Xianzi and Ren Choucheng appeared on the stage. After exchanging names, holding hands and greeting each other, and following the indispensable greetings, Fang Xianzi raised his hand and showed off his peach blossom branch, and said with a straight face: "Foolish brother's sword, Yun
The sword's intention is among the red flowers and incense, please be careful, junior brother."
As he spoke, the peach blossom branch trembled slightly, and amidst the red flow, a blooming peach blossom appeared from behind Fang Xianzi, slowly surrounding its owner.
Mr. Fang stretched out his hand and gently picked up the peach blossom. A smile appeared on his face: "Junior brother, please."
When he was slaying demons in Baoli Prefecture, Fang Xianzi's "Peach Blossom Red" showed a majestic meaning. Now his cultivation has reached a higher level. Instead of fluttering petals, he has tempered the sword energy of the whole peach blossom. Su Jing can see that
He turned around and smiled at Elder Hong: "Mr. Fang is becoming more and more presentable."
Elder Hong had a proud look on his face, and his smile was more touching than his apprentice's peach blossoms: "The reason why he has achieved what he has today is ultimately due to the effect of the Heavenly Water Spirit Essence given by his uncle."
Fifty years ago, the honest man who guarded the gate of Lishan. Now when he wields his sword, he has become somewhat popular!
Renchou Cheng clenched his fist and turned it up with his right hand, unfolding it. What he held in his hand was a ball of mist. As he let go, the green mist spread and blurred the area of five feet in a blink of an eye. It stopped motionless, suspended, but no longer
In the mist, Ren Chou Cheng's tone was serious, and came from the fog: "The fog is the sword, please give me some advice, Senior Brother Fang!"
...
There was no thundering curse. There was no brilliant sword energy, and there was not even the process of fighting. What fell in the eyes of everyone was: Mr. Fang walked into the mist with his peach blossom. After pausing for three or five breaths, Mr. Fang
When the mist broke through, the peach blossom branches were still there but the peach blossoms were gone.
The mist began to squirm again, gradually condensing and clearing, and Ren Chucheng reappeared in everyone's sight.
Fang Xianzi tilted his head and frowned, as if he was thinking about something. Not long after, he suddenly smiled, turned around and clasped his fists at Ren Chucheng. The heaviness in his brows was swept away, and he said with a brisk smile: "Brother Yu, you have been taught.
I admire you very much.”
Ren Chou returned the courtesy respectfully: "Senior Brother Fang accepts the offer."
It seems that the competition was too dull and failed to win the applause of the crowd? Many disciples who have not yet passed Xiao Zhenyi are slightly disappointed, but almost all Lishanmen above the fourth realm have bright eyes, and even the ones who have always been lively
Qiu Ping'an was all smiling and beaming.
Ren Duo smiled and asked Su Jing: "What do you think, little junior uncle?"
"Not bad... pretty good." Su Jing's answer was vague. But Ren Duo had to ask the truth: "Uncle, what do you think is good about it?"
"Can't you even see this? Did your three clones find disciples to pretend to be fake?" Su Jing acted rogue and made Elder Hong on the other side laugh.
After saying that, Su Jing remembered something again and casually asked Ren Duo and the two clones behind him: "By the way, why is there one missing?"
"I'm going to let him practice. Master, don't worry about this junior anymore," Ren Duo said calmly, "If you have the energy, it's better to practice harder..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden muffled sound in the air, and three dwarfs jumped out of thin air and stood side by side behind Su Jing!
Carrying long swords, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats on their heads, the three dwarfs look like wandering swordsmen. Whether they are big-headed and red-eyed, fat as a pear or the skinny one, they all have cold and indifferent expressions, showing indescribable vicissitudes of life.
and Piaomiao...the only drawback is that the three of them are short, but the swords behind them are long, and the scabbards almost touch the ground.
Ren Duo was shocked and shocked! What kind of place is Lishan, guarded by three large formations inside and outside? How could there be people coming and going at will? What kind of cultivation level do everyone here have? They couldn't notice the slightest change in Qi in advance.
Where did the three dwarfs come from?
Not only that, the large group of disciples leaving the mountain on Guangmingding were all shocked. Although they did not draw their swords to cause trouble, everyone used their energy to pull the swords firmly against the three dwarfs to prevent them from attacking.
The next moment, the momentum of the three dwarf swordsmen suddenly collapsed, and the skinny one looked at Su Jing longingly: "Hurry up and start eating, I'm so hungry."
The one with a head as big as a bucket blinked blood-red eyes and walked around Ren Duo's two clones, muttering: "Clone? Tsk tsk... alive!"
The fattest one had a face full of dementia, he was smiling, rubbing his belly with both hands, and walked towards Elder Hong in a daze... Su Jing quickly caught him back.
The corners of Ren Duo's eyes twitched slightly, and his tone was low: "Who is coming!"
"My relatives." Su Jing responded and smiled at the three corpses: "Why are you here?"
"It's not like we ran away. We've been diligent in our studies. The young master has nothing to teach us, so she sent us down the mountain." The three corpses replied proudly.
"Let Liuliang take you into the house. Let's eat first. I have something else to do. Let's talk about it in detail later." After saying that, Su Jing waved to Liuliang. After all, Su Jing is also the closest person to the three corpses. After hearing this, Su Jing waved to Liuliang.
He responded at the same time and happily followed Liu Liang towards the small courtyard.
Ren Duo didn't know the identities of the three corpses, but he probably understood that they were Su Jing's people. He relaxed and praised coldly: "What a sword!"
Nianhua, who had turned around to leave, suddenly turned around, with fierce eyes and a sharp voice: "How dare you insult the Xian family..." As he said, his tone became hesitant again: "You three...
Who scolded me?" Nianhua's eyes flickered between the four people.
Ren Duocai didn't bother to explain, so Elder Hong smiled and said: "Elder Ren praised your sword, which is incredible."
The swords of the three corpses were indeed extraordinary. Elder Hong's words really touched their hearts. Nian Hua chuckled and tried to rush towards her again. This time, he was pulled away by Liu Liang.
Originally, the three corpses were no longer so useless after training in the human world, but after decades of learning swordsmanship in Ningcuibo, they almost never saw a living person except the cold little master wife. Today, they finally got free, and for a while they were still alive.
I really can't control it.
At this moment, the presiding elder who had completed the second drawing of lots spoke again: "Uncle Su Jing from Guangmingding Peak and friends from Lushui Peak have all entered the ring." After the announcement, Elder Yu couldn't laugh or cry. No matter how the lot is drawn later, his four
All the disciples had to "kill each other", but drawing lots was a rule, and it was God's will, so there was really nothing to say.
When the three corpses heard this, they stopped at the same time, their red eyes frowning: "Su Qiangqiang wants to compete in the ring?"
Nian Hua was surprised: "Su Qiangqiang has a good temper, why did he do such a brave and cruel thing?"
Lei Dong's brows concealed concern: "He has not yet broken through to the third realm, and if he fights against the outstanding disciples of Lishan, he is afraid that he will lose, and the loss will be ugly."
Liuliang also paused: "Maybe we can watch the competition between our little ancestors and then eat?"
"Eat first, eat first..." The words woke up the dreamer, and the three corpses thought about more important things, and the six short hands pushed the six liang and ran towards the small courtyard.
When Su Jing heard the call, he and a few people around him nodded slightly and jumped into the arena. The young disciple named You Shuqi also steadily appeared on the opposite side.
Seeing his beloved disciple enter the ring, Elder Gong changed his usual rigid look and said to the other disciples of Lushui Peak with a smile: "When the disciple of Lushui Peak ends, my brothers and sisters should always give him a cheer."
Now that the master has spoken, what else is there to say? The disciples of Lushui Feng also started singing and cheering for their junior fellow disciples.
This is not that Elder Gong deliberately made things difficult for Su Jing, but Su Jing is indeed alone here. Guangmingding only has a sword-wielding boy who can be regarded as a disciple, and he is not at home yet... But even Su Jing is not there.
As I thought, before the cheers from Lushui Peak had subsided, loud roars suddenly erupted from all sides of the Bright Summit, making everyone's eardrums tremble! In the surrounding jungle, all the sword crows flew into the sky, and they uttered wows.
They screamed strangely. These beasts gained "qi" and their physiques were greatly increased. Their screams were far better than before. Thousands of them spoke at the same time, but there were still crows everywhere. It was clearly thunder and waves, and they swept across three hundred miles. All sounds were suppressed.
Went down.
When the crows saw that their lord's lord was about to start a fight, all of them flew up and croaked to cheer for Su Jing... Elder Gong took a deep breath and cursed in his heart that he had caused trouble and caused everyone's ears to suffer.
.
After a long time, the crows finally returned to the forest. You Shuqi bowed to Su Jingshen, then raised his right hand, and a small regular script writing brush was held in his hand.
Su Jing asked curiously: "Is your sword a pen?" (To be continued...)
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