Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

"Fifth match, Yunshuizong won by sinking in the water." The recorded disciple returned to the competition stage and read out the result of this competition.

After the result was read out, all the disciples of Yunshui Sect cheered.

"Did a third person appear on the competition stage just now? He raised the sinking water, isn't this a violation of the competition rules?" Suddenly there was a voice of doubt in the crowd.

A disciple glanced at the speaker and rolled his eyes, "I have no experience, that is the sword spirit of our elder brother. He just helped the elder brother, but he didn't make a move. What kind of violation of the rules?"

The person who questioned was stunned, speechless, "..."

"That's the elder brother's sword spirit. It looks so good-looking, but it looks so cold." Another person interjected.

"The sword spirits cultivated from spirit swords since ancient times are extremely arrogant. The sword spirit of the elder brother is alright. He is very dependent on the brother. I heard that some sword spirits are also indifferent to their masters. "

Most of the monks on the high platform are well-known monks in the cultivation world, and the discussion of the disciples below is quite loud, and they listened to those discussions.

"It turned out to be the sword spirit."

"Sword Master Rongjing's luck is quite good, and the chances of cultivating a spiritual sword to produce a sword spirit are not high."

"What's the name of the spirit sword in his hand?"

"Looks like a galaxy?"

"Xinghe? This name sounds familiar."

"I remembered that it seems to be related to the ascension power who soared to suppress the extraterrestrial demons thousands of years ago, but unfortunately fell."

"Flying power? You mean Immortal Vanity?"

"Exactly."

"If it weren't for that flashy fairy, both the cultivation world and the human world would be reduced to purgatory.

He suppressed the other heavenly demon with his blood, and his soul was broken.

After the fairy king fell, the fairy sword in his hand sealed himself, and the sword spirit self-destructed.Later, a refiner from Yunshuizong collected the fragments of the fairy sword, rebuilt it into the Xinghe sword, and sent it to the sword mound.

The fairy sword used stars and meteorites, which are rare in the cultivation world, and combined with cold iron, it is the most spiritual weapon in the world.

Now it is just a spirit sword forged from its fragments, but it can also give birth to a sword spirit. "

After hearing about the origin of Xinghe Sword, there were people who were ready to move, but then a cold gaze swept over, and the person was startled, and he was looking at Lu Mingkong casually.

The man was embarrassed, Sword Master Rong Jing closed the door, but Yunshuizong still has Lu Mingkong guarding, this is not a good match.

"Xinghe Sword is a good sword, my senior brother has not taken it yet." You are also worthy?

When he said this, Lu Mingkong raised the corners of his lips, and his expression faded from the playful smile and indulgence when he was sinking in front of Shui and the others, and his eyes were slightly cold.

Before he finished speaking, someone had already added the last half of the sentence. Their faces flashed with anger and embarrassment, but they did not argue.

In the realm of comprehension, there is no spirit sword that Sword Master Rong Jing is not worthy of holding. Even if he gave up the spirit sword, it is not something they can take.

Shen Zaishui walked off the competition stage under the admiring eyes of the recording disciples. At the same time, the disciples around the competition stage surrounded him, "Brother, you have won! I knew you would win."

"This time I made a lot of money."

"Let's see who the next game is? I'll keep betting."

"It seems to be the younger brother and the disciple of Tianminzong."

Regardless of whether Shen Zaishui was still by his side, those disciples began to bet again, "Who is from Tianmin Sect? It can't be that Pei Cheng, right?"

"I don't know, the next competition will be after a stick of incense."

Shen Zaishui originally planned to return to Tianyu Peak after the match, but after hearing the conversation of the disciples, he paused and decided to stay.

After the disciples saw him, their voices of betting became quieter.

"You place a bet. I'll pretend I didn't see it these two days, and I won't punish you. It's just that you can't do this after the big competition. You should focus on cultivation." Shen Zaishui looked at their shivering expressions, feeling helpless It was funny again, so he said softly.

Seeing that Shen Zaishui didn't blame them, the disciples relaxed, "Thank you, senior brother, the best is best."

"Eldest brother, do you want to make a bet?"

"Don't bet, you guys can play." Shen Zaishui shook his head, but he became curious about who those disciples chose, and asked softly, "Who do you bet on to win?"

"Of course I bet on Junior Brother. As long as Junior Brother stands on the competition stage, who would have the heart to do anything to him?"

"..."

As soon as the words were finished, it was time for Yizhuxiang to rest, and the disciple in charge of recording took out another wooden stick from the bamboo tube on the competition stage.

"In the sixth match, Yunshuizong Bai Nian faced Tianminzong Shijing."

After Bai Nian stood on the competition stage, he first smiled at the disciple who was recording, and then looked at Shi Jing, "Fellow Daoist Shi, please give me some advice."

Shi Jing didn't talk to him, he just nodded slightly, as a return of the gift.

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, the spirit sword emitted a cold light, and the lingering sword intent spread out from where Shi Jing stood.

Bai Nian was silent for a moment, even the smile on his face froze, he thought the monk opposite would be polite to him.

Seeing Bai Nian motionless, as if he didn't expect that he would make a move, Shi Jing frowned, and urged, "Fellow Daoist?"

Biting his lip, Bai Nian stretched out a hand, and a delicate and delicate spirit sword appeared in his hand.

After Shi Jing swung a sword, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy pierced the air, heading towards Bai Nian.

Although Bai Nianxiu has reached alchemy, he has not yet entered the way of the sword, and his sword intent is not strong.So when Shi Jing's sword came in front of him, he only raised his hand and hastily blocked it.

Even so, most of the sword energy was swept on him.

He was a little unsteady on his feet, and looked even sicker and weaker.

"Why are the people fighting with the younger brother so rude? The younger brother doesn't look very good."

"Little brother is so weak, doesn't that person know how to strike softly? We have never shot so hard when we competed with little brother."

"You also said it was us, and that person is not a disciple of the Yunshui Sect. What's more, this is a big competition of the sect. How could it be possible to let the water go? I hope the junior brother will come down if he can't hold on. If he loses, he loses, and the senior brother and the others Woolen cloth."

……

Bai Nianzhen couldn't hold it anymore, his body was on the verge of falling, he looked at the person opposite him pitifully.

Shi Jing was not moved at all, he was just a little disappointed.

Hearing that the person on the opposite side came from the same sect as Fellow Daoist Shen, he thought that this person would be like Fellow Daoist Shen, so he was eager to try it early in the morning, but he didn't manage to survive a few tricks.

So he said lightly, "Friend Daoist, you are not my opponent."

For some reason, Bai Nian did not admit defeat.

In the end, Shi Jing had no choice but to draw another sword, and with a not-so-strong sword intent, forced Bai Nian off the stage.

"Feel sorry."

After Bai Nian slid out of the competition stage, all the disciples around rushed in front of him, "Junior brother, are you alright?"

After coughing twice, Bai Nian shook his head and said softly, "Thank you brothers for your concern, I'm fine."

He said nothing, but a trace of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his lips, which was extremely glaring on his pale face.

The disciples surrounding him felt even more distressed, and rolled up their sleeves, "Don't worry, junior brother, I will also fight against the people of Tianminzong in two more rounds, and I will avenge you for you."

The competition between the disciples on the stage lasted for two days, and on the third day it was the duel between the disciples of Tianjiao from various sects.

Shen Zaishui stood on the competition stage, waiting for his opponent in this round.

He was holding the Xinghe sword, after these few competitions, the Xinghe sword's sword light became sharper, at this moment it trembled slightly in Shen Zaishui's palm, waiting for the next opponent to come.

"No. 90 six games, the final game: Yunshui Zong Shen Zaishui vs. Tian Min Zong Pei Cheng."

After reading this sentence, I waited for a long time, but I didn't see Pei Cheng coming up.

The disciple recorded on the competition stage called out to the audience again, "Pei Cheng, Fellow Daoist Pei?"

Still no answer.

In the end, the disciple had no choice but to say, "Wait for half a stick of incense. If Fellow Daoist Pei has not yet entered the competition stage, this competition will be regarded as a waiver."

The disciple bowed to the direction of the sinking water again, "Brother, I need you to wait for Fellow Daoist Pei."

Shen Zaishui nodded, fingering the handle of Xinghe Sword, still a little strange, seeing Pei Cheng's appearance earlier, he really wanted to compete with him, but now it's the last match, how could he break the appointment?

Just as he was thinking, there was a commotion under the competition stage, "Here comes the man."

The disciples consciously made way for Pei Cheng.

Pei Cheng held the sword, and his face didn't look very good.

He didn't go to the competition platform that his disciples gave up, but flew directly to the competition platform after making a trick himself.

The disciples on the stage breathed a sigh of relief when they saw someone coming, "Since Tianminzong's Daoist Pei has arrived, the last competition begins."

Shen Zaishui raised his eyes, and bowed to the person opposite, "Friend Daoist Pei."

After hearing Shen Zaishui's voice, Pei Cheng raised his eyes, his unsightly complexion softened a little, but still proud, he nodded towards Shen Zaishui, "Fellow Daoist Shen."

"Let's start." Pei Cheng said again, and then he took out a sword slowly.

When the long sword was unsheathed, the sharp blade was glowing coldly.

Shen Zai sailor also slightly raised his wrist, flipped his wrist, and the Xinghe Sword Qi swept across the entire competition stage in an instant.

……

After a long time, the competition stage was in a mess, and the people on the stage also looked a little embarrassed.

It was better to be submerged in the water, he held the Xinghe Sword with one hand behind his back.

He reached out to pull Pei Cheng who was knocked to the ground by Xinghe Sword's sword energy and couldn't get up for a while.

Pei Cheng glanced at the pale and slender hand with distinct joints, and finally avoided it.

Closing his eyes, Pei Cheng said, "You don't need to help me, I lost."

Before the disciples announced the results, he turned down the competition platform first.

"..." Seeing him turning over neatly, Shen Zaishui didn't know what to say for a moment.

In this competition, he always felt that Pei Cheng was absent-minded.It was Pei Cheng who agreed to have a good competition with him, and now it is Pei Cheng who is perfunctory, as if this competition is not very important to him.

Winning so easily made sinking in the water feel a little uncomfortable.

After Pei Cheng got off the competition stage, he still regretted that he missed the chance to compete with Shen Zaishui.

But there was no way, after he saw Bai Nian just before the competition, something was wrong with him, so that he didn't even feel a little bit excited during the competition.

Strange to say, after a lifetime, when he saw Bai Nian again, he was not as strong as in the last life, and he didn't have the urge to give up everything for him.

When he saw Bai Nian, Pei Cheng found that he didn't seem to have such a strong liking for Bai Nian. When he saw Bai Nian for the first time, he still felt a little strange, and even felt that Bai Nian was a bit out of harmony.

Then he thought that since he was reborn, the first person he thought of was not the person he had liked for a long time, but his love rival in the previous life.

He came to Yunshuizong to sink in the water.

When he saw Shen Yushui who had never been enchanted, Pei Cheng felt that this person should be his true appearance now.

Black hair in Tsing Yi, holding the Xinghe Sword in his hand, with a gentle and upright expression, like a gentleman.

Don't be disturbed by external objects, don't be trapped by love, have a kind attitude towards the world, and be gentle and polite to people, as it should be.

Instead of covering the face of a ghost in red clothes, wielding a blood sword to destroy the world.