Brother is always slapping his face

The next day was the crucial promotion match. Grandmaster Rong Weichuan and Bafeng's master, as well as the patriarch of the Helian family - He Liancong, the suzerain of Xuantianzong - Xiao Yi, and Lingxiao Palace The owner of the palace——Jiang Yiren, sat on the judges' bench, waiting for the start of the competition.

While waiting, Mo Zhannan hurried to talk to Jia Jingyu and reassure him.

"Brother, I had a drink last night, and my mind was confused. Don't take what I said, don't take it to heart." Mo Zhannan's glazed eyes were full of water, implying affection, which made Jia Jingyu's heart flutter, and then lifted the forehead Broken hair, pretending to be a gesture: "Junior Brother, I am very embarrassed by you..."

"What's the matter?" Mo Zhannan asked in confusion.

"Well... there are so many experts today, I have to concentrate and compete with them. You came here to tease me, which makes me uneasy, so..." Before Jia Jingyu could finish speaking, Mo Zhannan's eyes were full of anger, He thumped Jia Jingyu's firm and tight chest lightly and heavily.

"Oh..." Jia Jingyu rubbed his chest and shouted exaggeratedly, which attracted the attention of other contestants.

Mo Zhannan looked around and said angrily, "You are enough."

"Haha..." Jia Jingyu smiled heartily, suddenly his eyes were focused, his attitude was sincere, and his words were clear: "If you have anything, you can tell me, don't always hide it in your heart, you know?"

The four eyes meet, the eyes blend...

Mo Zhannan nodded obediently, and said lightly: "I know, you must be extremely careful during the competition, the sword has no eyes."

"I will." Jia Jingyu said.

They were talking as if no one was around, and Helian Yue saw it clearly.The little brother who served the tea and water from the Taihe School heard what he said to him, "Mr. Mo Zhannan and his Linlang Peak's third-ranked disciple, Jia Jingyu, have a very close friendship."

And "Brother Mo or Brother Jia introduced us to Taihe School to learn art from a teacher."

These words are not groundless, they acted like no one else was there, they talked intimately, behaved naturally, and their relationship was really unusual.

How well have they gotten? !

At this moment, He Lianyue had already regarded Jia Jingyu as an imaginary enemy, wishing he could disappear without a trace.

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In the group arena, the contestants tried their best. The masters and the leaders of the three immortal sects, watching the wonderful competition, secretly sweated for their own disciples.

After three days of competition, it finally came to the crucial finals, the top ten competition, and the ranking of the top three.

First of all, Qi Lu and Jiang Xuexian met on a narrow road.

Qi Lu went to Taixu Sword Tomb, although he didn't get the famous Autumn Frost Sword, but the long sword he uses now is also an unstoppable sharp blade.

As for the wisteria whip used by Jiang Xuexian of Lingxiao Palace, it is hard and soft, with many changes and very difficult to deal with.

On the field, the two saluted each other, and then, Jiang Xuexian's beautiful eyes were full of power, and with a wave of his whip, he danced wildly like a spirit snake, bringing a strong wind and roaring towards him.

The sword came out of its sheath with a cold light, and it touched the long whip, and the whip wrapped around the sword body. Qi Lu reacted quickly, mobilized his spiritual power, exerted force on his wrist, the sword turned over, buzzed, broke free from the shackles, and pulled the long whip Shake off.

Jiang Xuexian's wisteria whip was in a spiral shape and swirled in the air. She burst out with spiritual power, and the long whip seemed to have eyes, and made a deafening crisp sound, with a domineering momentum, and rushed towards Qi Lu.

If this domineering whip hits his body, his tendons must be broken. Liang Kui, Qi Lu's younger brother, held his breath and kept his eyes on him. He stood side by side with Jia Jingyu, Mo Zhannan and the others, watching the battle from the audience, his heart raised in his throat. Eye.

At a critical moment, Qi Lu turned around and jumped, the wind was turbulent, he narrowly escaped, landed and turned around, and launched an offensive. Suddenly, the sword light flickered and the long whip waved, making it difficult to distinguish.

However, the arena is changing rapidly and it is unpredictable. Last year, Qi Lu, who fought against all the heroes in high spirits, was defeated by Jiang Xuexian who was using a wisteria whip in the last move, and everyone was in an uproar.

As a result, the burden on Jia Jingyu became even heavier. For the reputation of the Taihe Sect, he had to single-handedly compete with Jiang Xuexian, He Lianyue, and Zhan Long, three outstanding martial artists.

Next is the duel between Jia Jingyu and He Zhanlong. Zhanlong's wind chasing knife cuts copper and iron, with a sharp edge.

Jia Jingyu held the Qiushuang sword in his hand, with a calm demeanor, the two of them clasped their fists together and saluted, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone fell silent.

Mo Zhannan clenched his right hand into a fist, feeling uneasy, and focused all his attention on Jia Jingyu.

The sword is drawn, and it is on the verge of fire.

Zhanlong's body is stern, he holds the handle of the knife tightly, the veins on the back of his wrists are bulging, and the mirror-like blade is cold, showing his resolute face like a knife and an axe.

Jia Jingyu slowly took off the scabbard carved with exquisite dark patterns, just like the moonlight overflowing, the Autumn Frost Sword with clear radiance was displayed in front of everyone, which was eye-opening and full of admiration.

When Zhanlong made a move, there was only a flash of phantom, and Jia Jingyu was as fast as lightning, like a ghost, and swung his sword to fight.

When the swords touched, sparks splashed everywhere, making a sharp clanging sound. The dragon swung his sword, and the tiger was full of power.

The light of a sword and the shadow of a sword are like fire and water.Either Zhanlong suppressed Jia Jingyu with his swift blade, or the long sword in Jia Jingyu's hand shuttled like a dragon, piercing through the air, resolving his ultimate move, or walking around, as if countless swords with autumn frosts were conjured out of thin air. People are dazzled and dazzled.

After fighting for two hundred moves, the two were evenly matched, and neither of them gained any advantage from their opponent.

Zhanlong's eyes were cold, he jumped up, swung his blade and swept across, with a murderous aura, galloping freely and majesticly.

Jia Jingyu's body was like a goose feather, suspended in the air, everyone looked up, Mo Zhannan's heart seemed to burst out of his chest, did he want to...

Sure enough, Jia Jingyu slanted his sword, made dangerous moves in chess, elegant like the wind, his clothes fluttered, and his feet lightly landed on the blade. At the perfect moment of field control, the sword's energy was vertical and horizontal, and he struck it with a single swing. The neckline of Zhanlong draws a perfect arc.

When Jia Jingyu pressed his feet down and spun in the air like a crane spreading its wings, he landed steadily. The cold edge of the sword was still on the neck, and a cold sweat broke out. If Jia Jingyu exerted force with his hand, the consequences would be disastrous. Those who can take out the Qiushuang sword are indeed not ordinary people.

All the judges stood up in unison, without squinting, with solemn expressions.

"Concession." Jia Jingyu turned around, cupped his fists and saluted.

"..." Zhanlong clasped his fists and saluted without saying a word. Although he lost, he was not wronged.

When the dust settled, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Mo Zhannan understood just how strong Jia Jingyu was. Usually, he only used [-] to [-] percent of his martial arts skills when he was learning martial arts with him. The Nine Serenity Divine Art, rushed to the edge of heaven and earth, opened the gate of Yongle World, and found a way to get the mighty Lishang Sword in the world, so as to have a chance of winning, and wiped out all the masters of the four great immortal sects.

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