Xianzun is collapsing every day

Ye Tingjiang had never felt that his voice was so piercing, as if if he heard another word, he would become immortal.

But he maintained his composure under all kinds of astonished eyes, even though the slightly trembling hands under his sleeves reflected his magnificent heart, Ye Tingjiang still pretended nothing happened: "Do you want to return to Xianzong?"

Mu Chuihan faced Ye Tingjiang facelessly. Fortunately, his blindness somewhat relieved his embarrassment. He took the initiative to hand in the spirit weapon obediently, also pretending that nothing happened.

The two people made such a choice by coincidence, but they both knew in their hearts that something had changed...

Mingzheng glanced at the spirit weapon, and lowered her head guiltily. The sudden increase in volume just now seemed to be because she couldn't control the palm wind.

The two culprits, Mu Chuihan and Mingzheng, all raised their eyebrows, and the atmosphere was extremely silent.

In front of Ye Tingjiang, the monks of other sects also kept their weird smiles in their hearts, pretending not to care on the surface.

Only Geng Qingyang reacted from the shock, and immediately let out a few mocking laughs, breaking the peace that everyone worked so hard to whitewash.

Mu Chuihan's facial features were twisted into a ball, and his efforts fell short!Obviously, it was almost possible to turn this matter over!

Geng Qingyang seized the opportunity to sneer and sneer: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Tingyun asked for someone, and it sounds very nice."

Ye Tingjiang paled his lips: "Mr. Qingyang is too lenient."

Geng Qingyang wanted to use the topic again, but was stopped by his fellow seniors, and was forced to give up the topic.But he didn't intend to let Ye Tingjiang go: "Mr. Tingyun, the spirit wine has arrived, where are the disciples of the noble sect?"

Mingzheng breathed out smoothly: "He is ill, we abstain."

Let this Geng Qingyang be proud again, and Linxianzong will definitely get it back next time!

"Is that abstention?" Geng Qingyang pretended to be surprised: "I thought Linxianzong had a lot of talents."

Mingzheng smiled back: "Victory or defeat is a common thing. Even if you can't win the championship, you may not be a talent. Isn't Lord Qingyang the best example?"

Geng Qingyang was choked back, but was not affected: "I just feel sorry for the noble sect. Speaking of which, the noble sect is not alone. Isn't Mr. Ting Yun's side just his new disciple?"

Mu Chuihan heard it this time, and looked up in surprise.

He even suspected that it wasn't Ye Tingjiang that Geng Qingyang wanted to fight, but him.Yesterday he had to show off his sword skills, but today he wants to push himself to fight.

He asked himself that he didn't grow up to look like he loves to fight and kill.

Ming Zheng didn't expect Geng Qingyang to be so shameless: "Don't you see that Mr. Qingyang has diseases in his eyes and mouth!"

Geng Qingyang said leisurely: "But this little friend's hands are very fast, so he must be very fast with his sword, right?"

Mu Chuihan glared at him with dull eyes, and he was alluding to his mistake just now!

And the unspeakable "beg" echoed involuntarily in the minds of the other monks, and they subconsciously agreed with Geng Qingyang's statement.

Ye Tingjiang couldn't listen anymore, and refused for his little disciple: "Fuyan's entry into the school is still young, so it's hard to take on this responsibility."

"No." Geng Qingyang shook his head, as if he was thinking about Lin Xianzong: "It would be humiliating for the noble sect to retreat without a fight. What's more, this rookie only cares about the upper limit of seniority, and there is nothing wrong with Fuyan little friend? "

Although he tried his best to encourage Fuyan to play, Geng Qingyang didn't want to leave a bad name of bullying: "Of course, my little friend's level is still low. To show fairness, how about using a special spirit sword?"

Having said that, all the monks present knew that Fuyan was only in the name of a disciple, and even if it limited the spiritual power of both parties, it was by no means an opponent of Geng Qingyang's personal disciple of Huxinting.

Ye Tingjiang would not be swayed by his provocative words, and coldly wanted to refuse again, but was stopped by Mu Chuanhan.

Mu Chuihan mouthed: "I'll go."

Ye Tingjiang disagreed: "You are not his opponent."

Geng Qingyang personally taught the swordsmanship of the current leader Yinling Realm, but Fuyan can't see anything, and knows the result without a competition.

Ye Tingjiang doesn't care about winning or losing, it's just that the sword has no eyes, and there are many wounded disciples in the Huxin Pavilion, he only worries about Fuyan's injury.

Mu Chuihan endured Geng Qingyang for a long time, and insisted: "I'll try."

He showed his determination to fight for the sect, which made the rookies who were defeated by Linxian sect feel admiration, and they all blamed themselves for how they could lose the battle, they were ashamed of the sect.

Even Mingzheng was moved: "Fuyan, have you thought about it yet?"

Mu Chuanhan nodded deeply.

Geng Qingyang fanned his fan like watching a good show, and Ye Tingjiang knew that there was no way to stop Fuyan, so he said: "Forget it, you can go if you want."

Although Ye listened to Jiang's words, Mingzheng immediately added what was in his heart for his younger brother: "If you are beaten unilaterally, the uncle and your master will rush to save you immediately!"

Mu Chuanhan nodded emotionally again.

Then he opened his mouth to Ye Tingjiang: "Xianjun, send me there."

The Huxin Pavilion is too far away, and it is too difficult to fly there with his current spiritual power.

Ye Tingjiang had no choice but to do so.And Mingzheng looked at this scene and couldn't help turning her head.That's all, although it hasn't been compared yet, isn't this a lost game?

Mu Chuihan stood opposite the rookie disciples on the stage, both holding the pair of specially made spirit swords in their hands.

The spiritual power circulating on this spiritual sword depends on which of the two duels has a lower level of cultivation.

Yesterday when Mu Chuihan held the sword, his upper limit of spiritual power was equal to that of Ye Tingjiang.

But today, the sword master held the sword, but he was already half frozen.It has been a long time since he has tasted such an empty spiritual vein...

He looked at the blindfolded boy, but he didn't feel the nerve to make the first move.

In the end, even Mu Chuihan became impatient for waiting. He originally wanted his junior to show his sword first, but now it seems that his junior also has the same intention.Mu Chuihan simply stopped being polite, and raised his sword.

He could only sense the opponent's existence through the gray shadow, but only had a hazy outline, and he didn't even know the position of the opponent's sword.

While the golden bell was ringing, Mu Chuihan caught his breath intently, and judged the position of his neck based on this, and the first sword went towards the vital point in his throat.

The opponent didn't expect his speed to be so fast, and immediately put away his contempt, and the two finally fought against each other.

Mu Chuihan had a sword test with Ye Tingjiang yesterday, and he was already familiar with the layout of the Huxin Pavilion. Although his eyes were gloomy, his heart was extremely clear.

This disciple's swordsmanship is considered good among his peers, but it is not enough in front of him.

And his biggest disadvantage is also obvious, Fuyan's body's hearing is far less sensitive than his own body, and the clear and clear sound of the golden bell guides him in the direction, but it requires him to concentrate more on distinguishing the sound of the sword.

But this is better, and the disparity in strength makes people suspicious.

Mu Chuihan simply regarded this poor opponent as his noisy master Geng Qingyang, hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred, and returned the noise with the random ringing of golden bells.

From the eyes of the guests watching the ceremony, the golden bells around Fuyan's ankles are faintly visible, and the coordinated movements are really beautiful.The faint ringtone is even more wonderful soundtrack.

But in the eyes of this ringleader, the ringtone is no different from the magic sound piercing the ears, without any sense of rhythm and music.

Geng Qingyang looked at this with a smile at first, but when Fuyan lasted for a stick of incense, his complexion became more and more serious.

what happened?How could this disciple of Shattering Void Realm receive so many moves from his favorite disciple?

The ring master was sweating profusely after a long fight, and the opponent's cultivation base was low. He rushed to win with every sword strike, but he was able to defuse it easily.

And this person can't see at all, even if he wins in the end, let a blind man go through so many tricks in front of his eyes, and he will lose his face when he speaks out.

The ringleader became more and more anxious. On the surface, he had been suppressing Fuyan all the time, but he had a faint idea in his heart, and Fuyan was clearly the leader!

He thought to himself that it was absurd, and the sword was even more savage, seeing that he had already forced Fuyan to the side of the lake pavilion, and he only needed one more sword to knock him down into the lake.

Ye Tingjiang straightened up with worry in his eyes.Fuyan's body can't stand the toss in the water, if he is really knocked down, he has to catch up first, and then admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Fuyan leaned against the low railing and leaned back to avoid a sword strike.The ring master chased after him again, and he took advantage of the situation to avoid it.

Ye Tingjiang watched the battle nervously. His little disciple couldn't see it, and if he went out, he would fall by himself.

The ring master also saw this, and pressed forward step by step.Mu Chuihan's upper body had already fallen out of the Huxin Pavilion, and Ye Tingjiang's hand had a flash of light, just waiting for rescue.

However, there was another change at this time, Mu Chuihan hooked the railing with his right foot, his hanging hair was only a few millimeters away from the lake surface, and he swung his sword to cut off the railing in front of the ring master.

The ring leader immediately wanted to stop his forward leaning, but he didn't want Mu Chuihan to turn around and thrust a sword at his back at an extremely fast speed.

Four or two strokes.The lake was splashed with water, and the blindfolded boy in white was standing upright on the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Geng Qingyang's face turned pale.The disciple who fell into the water returned to the Huxin Pavilion, extremely embarrassed.

Mingzheng almost broke the strings of the zither.They Linxianzong won?

Fu Yan could smash the fruit plate by eating melon seeds, but he can use such exquisite swordsmanship with his eyes closed?

Ye Tingjiang skimmed across the lake and stood beside the little apprentice.

The original challenger was full of unwillingness, but the result was out, he stared at Mu Chuihan: "I lost."

Mu Chuihan shook his head, opened his mouth and said a bunch of words.

Both the ring master and Geng Qingyang were at a loss, only Ye Tingjiang relayed lightly: "He said that the rookie competition depends on his cultivation. If he doesn't use that sword, he will never win. So he abstained, you win gone."

Geng Qingyang listened from afar, and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

In terms of humiliating people, Ye Tingjiang back then was the second, but now Ye Tingjiang's apprentice is the number one.

Moreover, although the master and apprentice have different routines, the core is generally the same.

Ye Tingjiang gave up his tired opportunity and fought openly, leaving Geng Qingyang no room to save face.

But Fuyan won, and his cultivation base was not enough to abstain.But let his personal disciple, the rookie leader, not be worthy of the name, and be ridiculed by others.

Geng Qingyang gritted his teeth with hatred, the people of Linxianzong were indeed more sinister than the other!

And the monks watching couldn't help laughing, it was Lord Qingyang who started it, but now he is doing it himself.If An An quietly accepted Lin Xianzong's abstention, how could this happen?

But this seemingly soft and weak little furnace can be so powerful...

Ye Tingjiang took Mu Chuihan back to the table. Although the monks present also did not talk about Geng Qingyang openly, Mu Chuihan felt the strong embarrassment emanating from Guiyimen.

Mu Chuanhan was very satisfied.

According to his experience, when there is a new good show in the eyes of the monks in public, they will consciously forget the previous play.

The only way to stop Ye Tingjiang from becoming a joke is to create a new joke in a short time.

It now appears that he did it!

No one will remember what happened before.

Mu Chuihan made up for it, wept with joy, and the light of wisdom shot out from his distracted eyes.

At this moment, he heard Ye Tingjiang ask: "Fuyan, who are you?"

The author has something to say: Immortal Venerable: (horrified): How could you...

Teacher Ye (frowning): I should have a little IQ online

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