Trapped in the Shura Field of Four Apprentices

Yue Zhou stood in front of Chi Xianqiu, tightly covering his eyes, his ears were so red that they were bleeding.

Chi Xianqiu just felt strange and wanted to ask him, but he didn't say a word, only heard Yue Zhou shout: "Master, don't listen!"

"Oh." Chi Xianqiu responded.

Yue Zhou glanced back, then turned back quickly, his chest heaved and he was very restless.Suddenly seeing that Chi Xianqiu's ears were still protruding, he said again: "Master, plug your ears!"

"Alright, don't shout so loudly." Chi Xianqiu raised his hands to cover his ears.

"Can you still hear me?"

Yue Zhou stared closely at his face, seeing that he didn't respond, as if he didn't even hear this sentence, he was slightly relieved.

When he turned his head again, the sword realm behind him had changed.

It was the cabin on the tilting platform, the stove was still on, and the reclining chair covered with blankets was facing him. He couldn't see the person nestled on the chair, but he knew who was on it.

The man touched his hand, but he didn't find the snack he wanted to eat, so he stuck to the chair and called out, "Mianyun."

Li Mianyun approached and asked in a low voice: "What does Master want?"

"I need to eat snacks. If there is no snacks, I will starve to death as a teacher."

Can't see clearly, Yue Zhou only saw Li Mianyun put his hands on the armrest of the recliner, surrounded the man he called Master between his arms, leaned over and pecked him: "Master let me eat first."

It doesn't matter whether Chi Xianqiu's creaking recliner can stand it or not.Although he committed a great treason and injustice, it was indeed the deepest desire in his heart.

Yue Zhou's throat tightened and he turned around.The hand covering Chi Xianqiu's eyes was slightly hot, and Chi Xianqiu's trembling eyelashes swept over his palm, which also brought a sense of dryness.

Chi Xianqiu originally wanted to push him away, but he was worried that he was in the sword realm, thinking that his move might have some deep meaning, and he stood still for fear of ruining his affairs.

So at this moment, Chi Xianqiu in front of Yue Zhou looked very obedient, he pursed the corners of his lips helplessly, and let him do what he did.

His pursed lips are light-colored, but his blood is fresh, not an illusion in the sword realm.

Yue Zhou looked at him in a daze.

After a long silence, Chi Xianqiu, who didn't know the situation, opened his mouth first: "Can you do it with one hand? How about I close my eyes and you go and pass the third stage?"

Only then did Yue Zhou come back to his senses in a daze, and quickly said: "Okay, I can do it with one hand."

He coughed twice as if to cover up, with one hand still covering Chi Xianqiu's eyes, he raised the other hand sideways, inspired by the spirit sword, hung in front of his hand, clanging.

One sword turned into ten thousand swords, and the gust of wind suddenly blew the roof of the cabin in the sword realm, and then all the swords were fired, smashing all the illusions in the sword realm one by one, without any hesitation.

Countless streaks of golden sword energy drove all the way, as if to overthrow the entire sword realm.

But Yue Zhou stood in front of Chi Xianqiu, and Chi Xianqiu's clothes were never blown.

"It's just, ridiculous."

When Yue Zhou withdrew his hand, he said so.

Until he left the triple sword realm, Chi Xianqiu didn't know what Yuezhou's third sword realm looked like.

Outside the sword realm, the first stick of incense had already been burned, and the disciple at the desk was just about to light the second stick when he suddenly heard the sound of a mountain roaring like a tsunami.

"Come out! Out of the country! Out of the country!"

He looked up and saw Chi Xianqiu and Yue Zhou crossing the barrier one after another and coming out of the mist, as if they had just entered the sword realm.

The disciples who were planning to stay outside for a few nights and wait for the final result were taken aback. They quickly put down the things at hand and gathered around to watch.

Neither of them showed any obvious signs, and their clothes were still neat and tidy, not stained with any blood.

The small bamboo cage on Chi Xianqiu's back seemed to have never been opened, and Yue Zhou followed behind Chi Xianqiu, with slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes, docile and well-behaved, without any hostility.

I don't know if I didn't pass it and came out, or if I passed it, and I don't know how many times I broke through.But in the time of a stick of incense, how many times can you break through?

All the disciples were curious, stretched their necks, and even climbed up the tree to see.

Chi Xianqiu led Yue Zhou to the disciple in charge of guarding and timing: "Just give him the beads you got from the heart demon."

The bead needs to be shown as a proof of successful exit.The disciple made a gesture: "Please."

Yue Zhou clenched his fist with his right hand, and slowly released it. A star-like bead slipped out of his hand, landed on the desk, and jumped twice.

The disciples standing tall saw it, cheered and reported to other disciples: "The first stage! Passed the first stage!"

Yue Zhou raised the corners of his lips, and glanced at Chi Xianqiu, who couldn't hold back his smile: "Don't hang on to them, hurry up."

So Yue Zhou let go of his hand again, and another round bead as bright as the bright moon fell on the table.

Some disciples haven't seen a monk who can break through the second level of swords for so many years, and they are even more excited for a while, taking off their cloaks and waving: "Second level! One stick of incense is only one stick of incense!"

But Yue Zhou didn't intend to stop there, he opened his palm and covered the two beads.Everyone held their breath, but when Yue Zhou removed his hand, there were still only two beads on the table.

When everyone was at a loss, Yue Zhou held the bead brighter than the scorching sun and handed it to Chi Xianqiu.

"Give it to Master."

Yue Zhou had never yelled like that in front of others, and once he said that, his disciples knew it.

He didn't want to be the apprentice of the head of the sect, he wanted to be Chi Xianqiu's apprentice.

This kind of thing was beyond Chi Xianqiu's expectations.He clearly thought it through, and when Yue Zhou was trapped in the sword realm and couldn't get out, he would rescue him and give him a lesson from his elders by the way.

As a result, he stood by and stared blankly for a while, and the matter was over.

This person insisted on worshiping himself as a teacher, obviously he was much better than himself.

Chi Xianqiu was very guilty.I'm sorry, the original big apprentice, the master is going to accept someone else as a big apprentice.It's not that the master doesn't love you, the main reason is that the enemy is too strong - the apprenticeship ceremony given is too honorable.

Perhaps it was because the monks who could break through the triple sword realm were usually too far away from them, and the disciples no longer praised and cheered as they did just now, but held their breath and concentrated, not daring to speak.

Yue Zhou passed the beads forward again, and called "Master" very solemnly.Before Chi Xianqiu could catch it, a firework rose into the night sky in the mist of the barrier.

"Not good." The guarding disciple stood up, "The sword realm has changed, and Uncle Ning and Lu Jun are still inside."

As he spoke, he picked up his sword and wanted to go in to investigate.

Chi Xianqiu stopped him: "Go and inform the elders that the rest of the disciples form a sword formation every eight..."

Originally he wanted the disciples to retreat in an orderly manner, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.How can a sword cultivator run away?

He looked around and found a few disciples he knew: "Zhibai, Shoumo, and Duanyi, form an formation, take care of the disciples, and come here to meet them. I'll go in and have a look."

The disciples who were still laughing and making noise moved quickly and quickly found their positions.The long sword was unsheathed, reflecting the moonlight and snow light, a chilling aura.

Chi Xianqiu shook the bell that Chi Fengxian had given him, pulled out a paper umbrella from the bamboo cage behind him, held the umbrella handle, and held it like a sword.

Yue Zhou followed behind him, and together they stepped into the sword realm again.

The Yuling Sword must have pure and upright aura. Chi Xianqiu hasn't completely suppressed the demonic aura in his body for the time being, so he doesn't have a sword yet.

Just entering the sword realm, it was a mess, with traces of sword energy sweeping around, Chi Xianqiu looked around, and said clearly: "They have already passed the first stage."

At the second level, the fog is shrouded, and the surrounding situation cannot be seen clearly.

Chi Xianqiu told Yue Zhou: "Don't move your sword lightly, be careful not to hurt someone."

Yue Zhou's sword energy is strong, he has experienced it just now, with a swing of the sword, not only the fog will disperse, but the people in the fog will also disperse.

Yue Zhou didn't answer, Chi Xianqiu turned his head and asked, "Where are you?"

Yue Zhou's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Master."

"Oh." Chi Xianqiu was taken aback by him, "Give me your hand."

He tied red ropes around their wrists: "Look at each other separately, and pull the rope if you have something to do."

Although Yue Zhou is powerful, he is still used to treating him as a junior.When there are things, the elders are naturally at the forefront.

Chi Xianqiu flicked his sleeves, trying to brush away the clouds and mist in front of him, but the clouds and mist here seemed to be alive, and soon dispersed and gathered again.

He thought for a while, then asked Yue Zhou: "Where's that bead?"

"what?"

"My... my gift."

Yue Zhou took out the beads from his pocket and gave them to him.

The pearl shines like the sun, shining through the thick fog.Chi Xianqiu glanced around and saw a faint golden light not far from the right side, he understood it, pushed away the clouds and mist with a paper umbrella, and flew forward.

Sure enough, there was a person there. The person sensed the light, and wanted to hit him with a backhand, but Chi Xianqiu blocked it: "Senior brother Ning, it's me!"

Ning wiped his guard and asked, "How did you find it?"

"Senior brother has gold threads on the front of his clothes, bamboo leaves, gold threads..." Chi Xianqiu paused, not wanting to stab him, but he opened his mouth anyway, "It's very eye-catching."

Only then did Ning Mo withdraw his hand, and the two stood side by side side by side, taking the time to exchange information.

Chi Xianqiu asked, "Where's Lu Jun?"

Ning swooned: "I just came in, and even the sword was knocked out."

"What about the brother's sword?"

"Give it to him." Ning Zhu's tone was light, as if it wasn't a big deal, "I don't know what he was thinking about every day to imagine such a thing."

"So senior brother gave him the natal sword for self-defense?"

"No."

Just at this time, a weak voice came from not far away: "Master?"

Ning wiped his head without looking back, and said sharply, "Stand there and don't move!"

Although he has a bad temper and doesn't speak very nicely, he is very kind to the juniors in the sect.

It was also because he gave Lu Jun the sword and put himself in danger instead.

Chi Xianqiu changed the subject: "This fog in the Sword Realm seems to be different from the others. Brother Ning can see what it is?"

Ning Shi said: "This is not fog, this is..."

Before the words were finished, a gust of wind blew head-on, and the mist was blown all over their faces, with a fishy smell.

Chi Xianqiu quickly opened the paper umbrella, grabbed Ning Mo's belt, raised his feet slightly off the ground, and retreated.While releasing a few talismans from his sleeve, he restrained the thing on the opposite side.

When the rotating umbrella surface comes into contact with the mist, it turns into turbid milky white droplets and splashes away.These liquid droplets are like quenched blades, as long as they touch it, they will burn a wound.

Ning Mo was dragged backward by him, and turned to look at his junior brother whom he had known for more than 100 years.

He doesn't seem to be as delicate and frail as he thought...

"Ah! Who?" Chi Xianqiu suddenly shouted.

"Master, it's me." Yue Zhou tugged at his sleeve, "Master, I'm afraid."

A sword cultivator with a golden sword energy is also embarrassed to say such things to him.

Chi Xianqiu gritted his teeth, and finally grabbed Yue Zhou's belt and pulled him over.

Chi Fengxian's voice suddenly came from the thick fog, with the same tone as usual: "Xianqiu?"

Chi Xianqiu poked his head and shouted loudly: "Master! I'm afraid!"

The sword light on the opposite side suddenly lit up.