I, Panda, am super fierce!

Thanks to the first person who came to the door, in the following days, everyone in the Taiyan Sect was basically harassed by the sword cultivators of the Taixuan Sect.

It's not that people from other sects can't go up to fight, the main occasion is wrong, as a birthday guest, it's always not good to fight around in the host's territory all day long.

People from the Taixuan sect couldn't get an appointment, and after all the calculations, only Taiyanzong still cared about the friendship of the same family tens of thousands of years ago, and had Si Heng as the leader, so he had to agree.

A sword cultivator only learns the sword, so it is difficult to have any fighting power in the early stage, but once he understands the sword intent later, it is not something ordinary monks can compete with.

Therefore, the entire Duanchou courtyard is clearly divided into two parts.

Some of them were two monks in the Nascent Soul stage and the middle and late stages of Golden Core. They came back exhausted every day, and were dragged away by the sword cultivators who came early the next day. After a few days, the whole person has experienced a lot of vicissitudes.

On the other hand, some monks, represented by the Foundation Establishment period, went out in high spirits in the morning and came back with a smile in the evening, never tired of the competition.

Yi Zhou was an exception in the team.

He has been in a lot of pain because of the breakthrough relationship. He took a bath for several days and didn't participate in it.

Yi Zhou got up early that day, packed himself up and went to find Si Heng.

Si Heng was in the room, holding a small black iron sword in his hand. When he saw Yi Zhou approaching, he put away the things in his hand and waved to his apprentice.

"Master, what were you looking at just now?" Yi Zhou saw something flashing in Si Heng's hand when he entered the door. Curious, he leaned over to Master and asked while holding his hand.

Si Heng paused, with a hesitant expression on his face, he frowned slightly, gathered his five fingers together, and wrapped his apprentice's hand in his palm.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yi Zhou poked him with the other hand: "Master?"

"It's nothing." Si Heng grabbed his other hand and shook his head in denial.

Yi Zhou was just asking casually, but the other party's behavior aroused his curiosity. His hands were grabbed, and he simply lifted his legs and climbed on Si Heng's body. Repeatedly: "Master, Master, Master, tell me what it is."

Si Heng let him babble, and his face was indifferent, obviously he didn't intend to say anything.

The more he behaved like this, the more curious Yizhou became. He broke away from Si Heng's confinement with both hands, dangling around his neck, and continued to mutter incessantly.

Si Heng was annoyed by what he said, so he stretched out his hand and slapped his buttocks: "Go down quickly, what kind of words are you talking like that?"

"Then tell me what it is." Yi Zhou threw out the condition.

Si Heng laughed: "If I don't tell you, you won't go down?"

Yi Zhou on his body nodded solemnly.

The apprentice became more and more lawless, which forced Si Heng to think about what went wrong with his upbringing. Looking at the fearless little guy, he suddenly stood up from his chair and walked outside.

"Alas!" Yi Zhou was caught off guard by this move, he screamed and quickly wrapped his legs around Si Heng's waist to prevent himself from falling, but saw his master just opened the door and walked out.

The courtyard where the two lived was close to each other, and the puppets in the courtyard had already been driven out by Si Heng, so Yi Zhou was not worried, but Si Heng kept walking outside.

When approaching the gate of the small courtyard, Yi Zhou was finally afraid: "Master, where are you going?"

"Go and let people see how you threatened Master." Si Heng said, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!" Yi Zhou quickly grabbed Si Heng's hand, stopped his movement, and at the same time let go of his legs, and jumped off the man.

He raised his head and smiled flatteringly at the person: "Master, I won't ask any more, so don't be angry."

The master-student relationship in the realm of comprehension is closer than the blood relationship, but the apprentice will have a natural awe of the master, such as the way the two get along with each other, it can already be said to be outrageous.

Yi Zhou knew this, so no matter how much trouble he made in private, even when outsiders were around, he behaved extremely well.

Si Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the apprentice who was turning around to please the obedient apprentice, and after a long time, he slightly raised his lips: "Okay, what should I do?"

Seeing Si Heng like this, Yi Zhou knew that the other party did not intend to pursue the matter, so he quickly stood a step away and saluted politely: "My disciple obeys!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the door, and walked out.

A few days ago, Yizhou watched Si Heng compete with that monk from the Taixuan sect, and rehearsed a lot of sword moves in his mind. Although his memory gradually became blurred after waking up, Si Heng said that his body would help him remember these.

Due to his health, he hadn't been able to practice a few days ago. Now that his health is fine, Yi Zhou can find someone to confirm it.

The place where Emperor Taiyan lived had courtyards on three sides, and a winding corridor in the middle.

When the disciples in the foundation building period chose the courtyard, most of them chose one place. Yizhou walked out of the courtyard and walked to their living quarters. As soon as he walked in, he heard voices inside.

"Feng Xing, who are you going to compete with today?" One person said, "You have picked all of our people in the past few days, but in the end, no one won."

The man sighed: "We can't help it, but you can't let the water out in the competition, right?"

"That's right, Junior Brother Feng Xing, you always lose, and it's meaningless to compare."

"Why don't you take a look, junior brother, who do you think we can beat here?"

How is this going?Yi Zhou was a little puzzled, he walked through a corridor, walked into the courtyard, and finally saw what it looked like inside.

A group of people from Taiyanzong surrounded a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and laughed and asked him to pick someone. The boy raised his head and carried a sword behind his back.

Hearing that he said to find someone who was weaker than himself, the monk named Feng Xing scrutinized these people's faces carefully.

But after looking around, he couldn't find anyone who might be weaker than him.

Until there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

The monks of Taiyanzong greeted Yizhou one after another when they saw him. Most of them were a generation lower than Yizhou, and they liked to add a small character in front of them when they called him uncle.

"Uncle, you are here."

"Long time no see, little uncle."

"Little uncle, your realm has improved again, it's really amazing."

Feng Xing originally tried to find someone he could beat from the crowd, but in the past few days he basically picked out all the monks of the Taiyan Sect. Facing all kinds of magic weapons that emerged endlessly, Feng Xing often only compared with one As soon as he started, he was knocked out.

When the others greeted Yi Zhou, Feng Xing naturally looked over. The cultivator surrounded by everyone looked much shorter than him, and his cultivation level was also comparable to his.

An idea popped up in Feng Xing, the sword in his hand changed from his left hand to his right, he nodded in his heart, and made a decision.

Just when he was thinking about how to get people to agree to compete with him, he just heard the little boy inside say: "I got something a few days ago, who would like to confirm it with me?"

He is very short, and he still holds his head up when he talks to people, but he puts on the appearance of an elder solemnly.

Although the surrounding monks looked amusing, they didn't respond. It is said that this uncle was raised by Master Xuanzheng's uncle and spoiled him very much. If he lost to them, he would go back and cry to his master what to do.

"Is there no one?" Seeing that no one spoke, Yi Zhou was a little disappointed, but there were other Foundation Establishment monks in Taiyan Sect.

He sighed, and was about to leave here to find someone again, but just as he turned around, Feng Xing finally squeezed into the crowd.

"I, I, I, I'll compete with you!" He squeezed in front of Yi Zhou, and clasped his fists at him with his sword in his hands: "The Taixuan sect Feng Xing, please enlighten me."

Yi Zhou was naturally happy to see that someone was willing to come out, regardless of whether he was from the Taixuan sect or the Taiyan sect, he also took out his Chiba from the storage bag, and saluted Feng Xing: "Taiyan sect Chenjin, please Fellow Daoist advises."

The place was crowded with people, and it was inconvenient to compete. The two exchanged their dao names and then discussed to find an open place.

"Why don't you go to my place." Feng Xing said, "I have a big garden in my yard, it must be enough for us."

"Little uncle, let's compete here, let's get out of the way." When Yi Zhou was thinking about it, the monk next to him said.

They knew what Feng Xing was like, and even if Yi Zhou couldn't beat him, he couldn't possibly go anywhere, so they had nothing to worry about.

Yi Zhou nodded: "Yes."

The people around retreated to make room for the two of them to compete.The two retreated separately, and stopped when they were about three feet away, raising their swords and clasping their fists at the same time.

Then the competition begins.

Yi Zhou has no experience in fighting. Apart from the daily homework, his only understanding of sword moves is the fight between Si Heng and the monks of the Taixuan sect he watched a few days ago. Zhou was at a loss for a moment.

But this emotion was immediately suppressed by him, and before he had time to think about it, his body made a movement in advance, and Chiba Kazuyo blocked Feng Xing's stabbing sword.

Feng Xing's one move was not enough to change another move, the silver sword hung down to provoke Qianye, his strength was so great that Yi Zhou's hand was loosened, and Qianye almost flew out.

When he regained his grip on the rapier, Feng Xing's other move was in front of him. Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, Yi Zhou ran his body and swept his body to avoid the sword. At the same time, he recalled the sword moves he had practiced. The other side stabbed at Feng.

Feng Xing was not afraid of this level of attack, so he raised his sword obliquely, dispelled the attack of this sword, and at the same time switched from attack to defense, and the silver sword struck Yi Zhou from top to bottom.

Yi Zhou dodged again. Feng Xing's battle experience was much richer than his. Most of the time he was tired of coping, but occasionally, his body would react before his head, and he would use a series of subtle moves.

Although Feng Xing always lost to Tai Yanzong monks in the competitions before, it was not because of his lack of solid foundation or poor reaction, it was entirely because of the magic weapon.

The monks in the foundation building period have limited means. Due to the time of practice, most of them only learn one or two superficial exercises. These exercises are not very effective. They can scare ordinary people, but they are not enough for monks.

Therefore, these monks, who are still practicing, usually save money to buy some low-level magic weapons.

Whoever has the most powerful magic weapon has a greater chance of winning.

It was not easy for Feng Xing to meet a sword cultivator whose cultivation level was comparable to his own, and he no longer needed to be suppressed and beaten by magic weapons, and all the grievances in his heart could be vented out.

He has no shortage of senior moves in the sect, and he is very familiar with the sending sword technique, and he can even roughly guess what move Yizhou will use in his next move.

His attacks were extremely fast and tricky, which really made Yi Zhou suffer a lot at first, but after his body got used to it, Yi Zhou gradually found his state, and his body reaction speed became faster and faster.

At the same time, those combos that he had rehearsed in his mind many times before and that he had forgotten were also used one by one by him.

Feng Xing originally had the upper hand, but as time went by and Yi Zhou got used to contrasting with others, the situation began to tilt.

The two have practiced the same basic sword moves, and there are only so many sealing methods. After the opponent has used them all once, how to deal with them.Yi Zhou gradually had a bottom line in his heart.

Dangerously blocking the tip of the sword that was only a foot away from his face, Feng Xing used his body skills to evade for the first time, Yi Zhou took advantage of the victory to pursue, and made another set, pressing Feng Xing to a corner.

Feng Xing's face was astonished. When he first competed, he thought he won easily, but he didn't expect this result.

The place where Yi Zhou forced him to come was surrounded by walls on both sides, and there was even less room for him to hide.

Barely survived a few moves, and when Feng Xing was still looking for a gap to escape, a green rapier appeared around his neck.

"You lost." The Taiyanzong monk who was shorter than him said with his head up.