I, Panda, am super fierce!

Faced with these menacing sword qi, the cultivator held his breath with concentration, his body skills were running, and the spirit sword in his hand danced quickly, cutting them off one by one.

The remaining sword energy became less and less, from a dozen to seven or eight, and then reduced to three or two.

There is only one last one left.

The vigilance in the monk's heart was raised to the highest level. Although a certain idea was suppressed by himself, the subsequent fights verified this guess again and again.

If he thinks right, this last burst of sword energy is his real trump card!

Holding the sword hilt with both hands, the monk's fighting spirit has risen to the highest level. He wants to show this little thief who secretly learned swordsmanship that he is far from proficient in the combination of fiction and reality!

Focusing on this sword qi, the silver-white sword was lifted up, and the monk swung it down with [-]% strength, the sword qi was easily cut in half and dissipated in the air.

It's so easy, it's not like the ultimate move that the monk imagined.

How could this be? Didn't the other party learn his moves as he thought?

The monk was puzzled, but the moment he was about to put down the sword, a strong sense of danger hit him.

A gust of wind came, and the monk bent his waist to avoid it. Lanyue brushed his cheeks and flew forward. Halfway through, it stopped suddenly, and the sword was raised and nailed down towards his eyebrows.

How can it be!

This sentence once again appeared in the monk's mind.

Although Jianxiu's natal spirit sword is connected with the cultivator's mind, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to make a change so quickly in the situation just now. The only possibility is that this change is Jian's own decision.

The thought was only for a moment, the monk didn't have time to marvel too much, his top priority was to escape from the sword.

But before, in order to avoid a sure-to-lose move, he collapsed his body to the extreme, and the young man's sword didn't rise much. Such a small distance was not enough for him to use his body skills.

Besides... it's too late.

The tip of the sword was already in front of him, and when it was only a finger away from the center of the brow, the monk's spirit sword was dangerously blocking in front of the tip.

A strong force hit his hand, and the blade of the sword sank a little, causing pain between his brows and the heart of the nail.

Why is it so heavy?The cultivator clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead protruded. The weight of the black spirit sword made him almost fall down. The cultivator used his mana to remove the weight, and pushed the sword on his forehead with all his strength. Running his body, he escaped from under the sword.

Looking at the handle in the distance, the cultivator took a breath, and before he could rejoice in the rest of his life, a heavy weight suddenly fell on his shoulders.

And in front of him, the sound of the sword was gradually dissipating.

"Fellow Daoist, promise." Someone said something behind him, the young man's voice was cold, like the stars reflected on the top of the snow-capped mountains, with traces of chill.

Extending from the shoulder to the front is the familiar sword edge. There is a faint aura on the sword edge. As long as the enemy makes any movement, it can kill him on the spot.

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from the invisible, the monk gave a wry smile and admitted defeat.

After Elder Gui Yuanzong announced the result, Yi Zhou took back Lanyue, nodded to the monk, and prepared to go down.

"Wait." The other party called him.

Yi Zhou stopped and turned around: "What's the matter, Fellow Daoist?"

"Your moves..." The monk gritted his teeth, but couldn't say anything in the second half.

He didn't say anything, but Yi Zhou understood. He nodded slightly against the man's gaze.

Then he walked away amidst the complicated expression on the other side's face.

After going down, the fellow disciples congratulated each other, Yi Zhou thanked them one by one, and the congratulations subsided when the monks in the next group went up.

Yi Zhou broke away from the crowd and stood behind those people. His hanging hand was caught and his palm was hooked.

That hook made Yi Zhou's heart numb, and subconsciously clenched that finger, he turned his head and glared at the person next to him.

The man smiled at him, as if he didn't care, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound, but Yi Zhou heard a sentence: "When Zhou Zhou grows up, he will steal his lessons."

The voice in the ear was deliberately lowered, appearing gentle and affectionate, but it still couldn't hide the teasing meaning in the words.

Yi Zhou blushed slightly, knowing that he was talking about the competition just now.

In fact, he was not stealing a teacher, he just absorbed the advantages of his opponents and used them to improve his own shortcomings, not really copying them.

If he really moved it, he wouldn't be able to move it. Any kind of sword move can't be learned by just looking at it casually.

Si Heng must be aware of this kind of thing, he was just looking for an excuse to tease Yi Zhou, and it just so happened that he had the most suitable identity - Yi Zhou's master.

Yi Zhou lowered his head, and the sound was still coming into his ears. An unscrupulous person next to him insisted that what he did was deviant, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors.

The name is too much to talk about, and the purpose is extremely impure. I guess he was afraid that he would scare his Taoist companions by talking too much, so Si Heng changed the topic in a different direction after a few words.

In the name of his betrayed master, he asked for some shady benefits from his apprentice.

Yi Zhou gritted his teeth and remained silent, his face turned red from the words he heard.

Si Heng stared at his bloodshot ears, smiled, and finally stopped the harassing words. He raised his hand to brush Yi Zhou's head and rubbed it, looking like a loving master.

But where no one else noticed, the two fingertips of that hand pinched the tip of the boy's ear several times.

Then Yi Zhou heard the voice of the man saying goodbye: "You look so shy."

Here the master and the apprentice kept making small moves, but on the other side of the platform, someone was flattering.

Cheng Xi was also one of the 11 monks who entered the third round, and his lottery was also at the top, No. [-], so it didn't take long for Yi Zhou to get down, and he was about to go up.

Shaogu mainly competed on stage, and it was impossible for other people to turn a blind eye. The disciples of Wangyuegu seemed more nervous than Chengxi himself. They analyzed the rest of them one by one, trying to find out possible opponents.

"I want a lot of valley masters to see for yourself, who looks more like your opponent?" After guessing around, everyone looked alike, and the disciple standing behind Chengxi swept in a certain direction, and took a step forward on a whim , throwing the issue to the parties.

Hearing this question, Cheng Xi didn't react for a while, he tilted his head slightly, his face always seemed to be impatient.

However, the disciples of Wangyuegu knew what kind of person Cheng Xi was, and they were not intimidated when they saw his expression. Instead, they leaned to the side and explained: "Master Shaogu, how accurate your prediction was, that the monk would win. He really won, why don't you look at who is more like your opponent now, we know in advance, so we can discuss a countermeasure, right?"

This paragraph is long enough, and Cheng Xi understands it, but his mood now is more complicated than when he didn't understand it before.

How to explain something he couldn't predict at all?

He explained that the reason why he was sure that Yizhou could win was not because of foresight at all, but that he felt that he was no match for this person, and the others certainly couldn't.

If this kind of reason comes out, he has to elaborate on the past of his defeat in the opponent's hands. Originally, only three people knew about that competition, so it would be too embarrassing to tell others now.

Thinking about it this way, Cheng Xi couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

The people behind him were still urging him from time to time, and when he was pushed into a hurry, Cheng Xi looked around, and then pretended to be profound and said, "Anyone can do it."

The words were both calm and imposing, as if no one was in his eyes, the disciples heard their hearts agitated, and sighed in admiration: "Master Shaogu's miraculous skills are world-class, and he will surely win the championship in one fell swoop."

This cult-like oath did not make Chengxi feel embarrassed at all. In his eyes, he is the most powerful. Although he lost to Yi Zhou a few days ago, he went back and studied it again. When he meets again in the future, he will definitely be able to Get back the face you lost before.

It didn't take long for the people in Wangyue Valley to praise Cheng Xi. After the two on stage had decided the winner, it was his turn to play.

Coincidentally, Cheng Xi's opponent was another disciple of Tai Yanzong.

The sound of signing up brought Yi Zhou's mind back, he raised his eyebrows, and said to his brother who was about to take the stage: "Be careful with his magic weapon."

The Taiyan Sect disciple looked back at him with surprise on his face, then nodded and responded.

Careful of magic weapon?Looking at the shining monk coming from the other side, Chen Ru thought in his heart, could it be that the opponent's magic weapon has some special ability?

Soon, Chen Ru knew the purpose of Yi Zhou reminding him so.

Facing the magic weapon that just happened to hit him where he was standing, Chen Ru was surprised. How did the magic weapons that seemed to be everywhere and always make him unable to use his strength do it?

From the moment the two fought, Yi Zhou put his mind away and watched the two people fighting in front of him seriously.

Since the previous exchange with Chengxi, Yi Zhou has been looking for an opportunity to give away the things of Senior Zhongtian, but unfortunately it has been delayed by other things.

Watching the two fight this time, his thoughts became firmer again.

Because in just a few days of effort, Chengxi's formation has become more powerful.

Drawing on the experience of losing under Yi Zhou, Chengxi made some changes in the formation, and the trajectory of the magic weapon's transformation became more and more difficult to find, making it easy for people to find no flaws.

Just as Yi Zhou was staring intently, a voice came from beside him: "Is this the formation genius you mentioned?"

Yi Zhou nodded: "It's him. I thought it might be a problem with the jade gourd's induction, but now it seems that it is true."

He sighed: "Chengxi is really a genius in formation."

Si Heng didn't have a good impression of the person who tried to hook up with his apprentice before, let alone his little cabbage boasting in front of him.

He turned his head with disgust on his face, looked at it for a while, and picked out a bunch of faults in Chengxi's movements.

"There are too many loopholes in the formation, the movements are too slow, and the power of the magic weapon has not been displayed..." The number of people is worthless, and Si Heng made a summary: "This formation is a genius, it seems that it is nothing more than that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ru was blasted out by the formation composed of more than a dozen magic weapons, flew a certain distance, and would fall outside the platform.

Chen Ru climbed up from the ground in some embarrassment, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and clasped his fists at Cheng Xi on the stage in an elegant manner: "Fellow Daoist has a wonderful idea, which opened my eyes."

Cheng Xi let out a "hmm", stared at Chen Ru for a long time, and then spit out a few words like a reward: "You are not bad."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Yi Zhou, raised his chin and walked off the stage with a snort.

Just wait, you will be the next loser.

Yi Zhou didn't receive such a declaration of war. He was turning his head to look at the people next to him with a smile in his eyes.

As soon as Si Heng finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by the junior, and he couldn't get out of his breath. His face twisted for a moment, and he raised his hand and twisted the face of Yi Zhou who was watching the show.

The man was indifferent, light and flirtatious, Yi Zhou took his hand and pulled it down, asking, "Master, are you angry from embarrassment?"