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Bai Wei looked suspiciously at the book in his hand that was said to have defeated the No. 1 book in the world of cultivating immortals, thinking whether he should spend his precious time learning it.

"Brother, don't underestimate this set of moves. Although it looks simple and popular, it can improve you to the strength that can tie with the fourth junior brother in a short period of time." Si Heng saw through Bai Wei's careful thinking at a glance. , unhurriedly explained.

Well, maybe it's really like what the protagonist Shou said, after practicing, his strength will be soaring!

"Thank you, Third Junior Brother, for pointing out the maze." Bai Wei put away the book and thanked him.

Si Heng smiled faintly and stepped aside, not disturbing Bai Wei's sword practice.

Bai Wei memorized the moves in the book, and then recalled them, then picked up the long sword and imitated the postures of the characters in the book, waving the long sword.

At the beginning, the movements were not smooth, and he would make mistakes from time to time. Later, he gradually became proficient, and the momentum of the sword dance became stronger and stronger.

With the end of each move, Bai Wei could feel the spiritual power in his body secretly surging, nourishing his muscles and bones, and the pain and fatigue in his body gradually disappeared.

Bai Wei was startled, he didn't expect this set of moves to have immediate results so quickly.

It is indeed the No.1 move to defeat the world of cultivating immortals! !

Bai Wei was complacent as if he had found a treasure.

...It seems that someone forgot that he was still questioning the moves in that book a few minutes ago.

In the next two days, Bai Wei cycled among the three life modes of taking diet pills, writing articles to mend meridians and practicing swords.

Time flies, and the day of the competition soon arrived. Early in the morning, the arena was crowded with disciples of the Purple Spirit Sect who came to watch.

Some of them are yelling to sell melon seeds, some are betting who will win at the opening, and some even tell stories...

The story was naturally about how the original owner was brutally beaten by the four apprentices of Ziyou Immortal Venerable, and most of the people who listened to the story were new disciples.

When they heard the exciting part of the original owner being beaten, they couldn't help shouting loudly and applauding fiercely.

And Bai Wei, who secretly hid in the team of the new disciples, was speechless when he heard the storyteller say, "That fat man was beaten thousands of miles away, and he vomited blood thousands of feet high".

please!Brother, can you truthfully explain the battle situation at that time! !Don't add those weird and exaggerated rhetorical techniques to mislead the new disciples!

Just when Bai Wei was complaining wildly in his heart, the noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet, and they all looked up at the sky solemnly.

At this time, a blue light flashed across the sky, and then a sword of ice and cold pierced into the center of the ring at high speed, setting off a thick white mist.

After the white mist was blown away by the wind, four figures with extraordinary temperament appeared in the center of the ring.

"It's Immortal Venerable Ziyou!!" Someone shouted.

As soon as the man's voice fell, the surroundings exploded in an instant.

"Wow!! Brother Heng, my crush, is here too!!"

"Ziyou Immortal Venerable and Senior Brother Heng are so handsome!"

"Senior brother Meng and senior brother Yan are also so handsome!!"

"Ah, ah, I want to give them monkeys!"

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Amidst these exaggerated praises, occasionally there would be a sentence or two of unusual dialogue, such as the two brothers in front of Bai Wei.

Brother A: "Hey, it's understandable for Senior Brother Heng to come to the competition, why is Ziyou Xianzun also here? Doesn't he like staying in crowded places?"

Brother B: "Do you still need to think about it? Immortal Ziyou must also hate that fat Si Wei, and wants to see him being abused to relieve his anger."

Brother A: "That makes sense."

Bai Wei: ...

Big brother, please don't talk nonsense about the truth, okay!

On the ring, the judge saw Immortal Ziyou and bowed to him respectfully, "Hi Immortal Ziyou."

"Hmm." Immortal Ziyou responded in a low voice, glanced at the people around him, frowned, and asked, "Why hasn't Si Wei arrived yet?"

Meng Yihan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Tsk, that fat man is afraid of being beaten, right?" Yan Qianfan rubbed his fists with a look of disdain.

"Fourth senior brother, call him second senior brother!"

Si Heng, who had been standing aside and staring at a certain place in the crowd, suddenly turned around and smiled softly at Yan Qianfan, but his voice was unusually cold.

"Xiao Heng, doesn't that fat man always..." Before Yan Qianfan could say anything, Si Heng blocked him with his cold eyes.

"Also, don't call me Xiaoheng. You should call me third senior brother. This is in the division. Please strictly abide by the rules and regulations of the division."

Meng Yihan also felt that Yan Qianfan was going too far, stepped forward and scolded: "Fourth Junior Brother, don't be rude, Master is still watching!"

"You... hum!"

Yan Qianfan saw that the two senior brothers were talking for that fat man, stomped his feet angrily, puffed up his cheeks and walked to the other side alone and ignored them.

In fact, Yan Qianfan didn't respect Bai Wei, and Immortal Ziyou didn't care too much, they were all keeping their eyes closed.

It was only when Si Heng's attitude changed that he slowly opened his eyelids and gave Si Heng a strange look.

Under the arena, Brother A was full of doubts: "We're about to compete, why don't you see that fat guy Si Wei?"

Brother B was also puzzled, "Could it be that fat man fell into the latrine pit?"

Brother A retorted: "No, he must have had diarrhea from eating bad food!"

Brother B was dissatisfied: "That's what it means to fall into the latrine!"

Brother A frowned: "Where is it the same, it obviously has different meanings!"

Brother B exploded: "$&%..."

Not to be outdone, brother A also exploded: "$&%..."

In this way, the two quarreled over a trivial matter.

"..." The corners of Bai Wei's mouth twitched after watching the whole incident.

Is it really okay to argue about this in front of him?

The referee checked the time and saw that it was almost time for the competition, so he shouted to the surroundings of the ring: "Where is player Si Wei? Please come to the stage to compete!"

The noisy surroundings quieted down again, waiting for the "Si Wei player" that the referee called to come to the stage.

"I'm here..." Bai Wei, who had a weak sense of existence, silently raised his hand.

He pushed Brother A and Brother B in front, and said, "Please make way."

Brother A and Brother B were taken aback. Seeing Bai Wei right behind them, their faces immediately became a little ugly. The fat man heard all the gossip they had just said, embarrassing.

Bai Wei smiled wryly, slowly squeezed out of the crowd, walked onto the ring, and then bowed to Immortal Ziyou, "Master."

Immortal Ziyou gave him a cold look, and said: "Let's start the competition."

After speaking, Ziyou Immortal Venerable flew to the main seat in front of the arena and sat down.

Meng Yihan walked up to Bai Wei and patted him on the shoulder, hesitant to say: "Oh, Second Junior Brother, do your best!"

"...Thank you." Bai Wei lined up.

"Come on, brother, I look forward to your performance!" Si Heng encouraged with a smile.

Bai Wei nodded, "Thank you, Third Junior Brother, for your teaching."

Si Heng pursed his lips and smiled, but did not respond, but his eyes were locked on Meng Yihan's hand touching Bai Wei's shoulder, and there was an undercurrent rolling under his black eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the elder brother's hand touching his good brother's body was a bit of an eyesore!

Si Heng shook his head to get rid of the wrong thoughts in his head.

"Third Junior Brother, it's time to go." Seeing that Si Heng was in a daze, Meng Yihan stopped and shouted.

"Uh, good."

Si Heng followed Meng Yihan and flew to Immortal Ziyou, and then stood on both sides of Master Ziyou.

At this moment, only Bai Wei, Yan Qianfan and the judge were left in the ring.

After confirming the identities of the two with a serious face, the referee said, "Now that we're all here, I'm going to talk about the rules of the competition."

"The time limit for the competition is a quarter of an hour. During the competition, neither side is allowed to admit defeat. If one party loses consciousness, the competition can be terminated. If no one is unconscious after a quarter of an hour, it will be a tie."

"Do you understand the rules?"

Bai Wei and Yan Qianfan said in unison: "Understood."

The referee nodded, held up the red stick, and then swiped down: "Then the competition begins now!"

Bai Wei flashed his long sword, and before making a move, he did not forget to clarify Yan Qianfan's misunderstanding, "Fourth Junior Brother, I really didn't bully Third Junior Brother, please remember to show mercy later."

Yan Qianfan snorted, ignored Bai Wei's words, raised his long sword and rushed towards Bai Wei.

His speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to catch his figure.

Bai Wei flashed to the right based on his sixth sense, and in the next moment, a wind blade blew towards the place where he had just stood, splitting a foot-deep crack in the ground.

so close! !

Bai Wei stared at the crack on the ground, and couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat in his heart.

The author has something to say: add content.It's too difficult for me, I feel that duel is so difficult to write.