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The lights were burning brightly, illuminating the competition platform brightly.

The elders of Ming Yutang inspected the weapons on both sides as usual, and lit incense candles.

The test begins.

All around fell silent.

Cong Yuan drew his sword first. He usually looked timid, but now he looked serious and serious. He didn't think he would give up on himself if he couldn't beat Xie Changming.

He used a sword, and he was able to hit the top [-]. Unlike Chen Yibai, who was lucky with shit, both his cultivation and his moves were very solid, and he had practiced hard.

Xie Changming changed to a new knife. The blade was still very thin and looked very brittle.

Due to the blending of Ruan Liuxia and Chen Yibai, it is said that Langyueyuan is a four-person body, advancing together and retreating together, so as long as one person competes before, the other three have to watch.

One is not to lose momentum, and the other is to observe the ways of others.

After watching several games, Xie Changming is very familiar with Cong Yuan's swordsmanship.

A half-demon who uses the most masculine and most masculine swordsmanship, with abundant spiritual power, can be retracted freely, does not use the sharpness of the sword to win, but to overwhelm others with power, ninety-nine percent of the right path.

And Cong Yuan thinks he knows Xie Changming very well.

Xie Changming usually beats his opponent within three moves, and the three moves are extremely fast and sharp, and it is difficult for the opponent to parry.

No one knows what will happen after the three strokes.

And he only has a cultivation base in the foundation building stage, maybe he can only support such three moves, and then he will only be exhausted and defeated.

Regardless of whether he is in the foundation-building period or not, at least during the competition, he never surpassed it.

After Cong Yuan thought about it, he felt that he was not completely unsure.

The two stepped forward at the same time, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.

The light of the knife and the shadow of the sword collided in an instant, making a huge clanging sound, and the spiritual power escaped.

This was the first cut, and Cong Yuan blocked it.

The second knife came faster, with a flash of cold light that could almost tear the wind, and went straight towards Cong Yuan's face.

Cong Yuan turned sideways, raised his sword to block the knife, did not fight back, but waited for the last knife.

His breathing became heavier, while Xie Changming on the other side looked as usual, still looking at him and the knife indifferently.

The third knife was different from the previous ones, it was not faster or sharper, but contained all the spiritual power, and the thin blade made it look like a heavy knife, as if everything was put on it, and only this one knife was the bet.

Cong Yuan was forced to take two steps back to stand still, but he still blocked it.

He thought it was coming to an end. If he didn't take drugs, or had some miraculous exercises, the spiritual power he could use during the foundation building period would be no more than that.

But Xie Changming is a five-spirit root, which is different from most people. Besides, he fights too much, which is far from being comparable to the students in the academy.

Xie Changming didn't stop, loosened his wrist, and the knife fell straight down. Cong Yuan lost his strength and relaxed for a while. He wanted to return to the defense immediately, but he couldn't take back the sword. Only then did he realize that the knife had numb him just now. arm.

The next moment, Xie Changming picked up the knife, stepped lightly, and landed in front of Cong Yuan like a ghost, with the knife on his neck.

Cong Yuan withdrew his sword: "I lost, thank you for your enlightenment."

The loss was unexpected, but it was also convincing.

Xie Changming put the sword back into its sheath, and nodded to him: "The sword skill is good."

The elders of Ming Yutang came in and lifted the ban on their weapons as usual.

Xie Changming's thin knife has a few more cracks, and it must be unusable next time.

The elder cherished his talents and was very kind to Xie Changming: "My little friend's sword skills are so good, but unfortunately the ones he uses are all broken copper and iron, which are really not worthy of your cultivation. The little friend of Heqi League has long said However, if you can win the sword this time, I will definitely give you a good sword."

Xie Changming: "It doesn't have to be like this."

He didn't intend to ask for a knife, he just wanted to leave.

Tonight's scene is so big, naturally it is not only this one, but there will be another competition next.

Xie Changming was about to go down, but found that the people from Heqimeng had already squatted below. They should be obsessed with sending knives, thus further pulling him into Heqimeng.

If you go down, you will have to fight again.

Xie Changming changed his way and left from behind.

The first match is over, and the second match has not yet begun.I saw the paper umbrellas in the sky scattered in all directions, fluttering and falling slowly, and the fireworks were lit again, and the surrounding area was very lively.

Xie Changming took a long detour, and when he got to Sheng Liuyu's seat, there was no one there.

It seems that the formation at that time should not only prevent outsiders from entering, but also prevent people from going out.

He frowned slightly and looked outside.

The crowd was crowded, and many girls took the umbrellas that had fallen down and held them happily, but because of the umbrellas, it seemed more crowded and noisy.

Xie Changming frowned even tighter, trying to find a quieter place, but everywhere was busy.

The little Changming bird wouldn't be so lively that he didn't see it, and lost sight of his own bird?

Or was kidnapped?

He walked a little further, and suddenly saw a person among the shadows, and that person was also holding an umbrella.

After the lights went out, it was just an ordinary paper umbrella.

A little fluorescent light illuminated Sheng Liuyu's face, but only a vague outline appeared from the translucent round fan, and the real face could not be seen clearly.

But among so many people, there are many beautiful clothes, jewelry, and so many cute and beautiful girls, the first thing Xie Changming sees is Sheng Liuyu who is holding a round fan and can't see his face.

He walked over and asked in a low voice, "Where did you go?"

Sheng Liuyu tilted his head. There was too much noise around him, and he didn't seem to hear clearly until Xie Changming asked again.

He raised the paper umbrella: "After the competition, after waiting for a while, you didn't come again, so I went to find you."

There were too many people, and he couldn't see the way, so he was carried by the crowd to the river, and he also picked up an umbrella.

Occasionally, I heard the voice of a girl talking, saying that it was very beautiful, so I also supported it.

He held a round fan in one hand and a paper umbrella in the other, feeling a bit cramped.

Xie Changming took the paper umbrella, still holding on to it, and asked, "There's another one coming up, do you want to watch it?"

Sheng Liuyu shook his head.

So, they walked out of the yard along the path, walked down the mountain, and finally returned to the top of Qinglin Peak.

There was no one else around, so Sheng Liuyu took out the spirit stone again to talk to Xie Changming.

He said: "By the way, Elder Liangzheng was in seclusion a few days ago, and there was no news about the genealogy, so he didn't tell you. Now that he has left the seclusion, we can find it soon."

Xie Changming nodded calmly.

Sheng Liuyu put down the round fan, held it together with the umbrella handle, and asked casually, "If you find it, how do you find it?"

He raised his head, and there were flying flowers falling on his temples. The bright, satin-like petals lined his snow-white cheeks, looking innocent and careless.

At this moment, Xie Changming could easily guess what he was thinking.

About Xie Xiaoqi, he seldom told others, because it was too secretive and couldn't withstand investigation, it was a little bald hair that didn't exist in his world yet.

But Sheng Liuyu knew a lot, and it didn't matter if he knew a little more.

And a cub, no matter how much he knows, he can't make any waves.

So Xie Changming explained to him: "The chief commander of the South China Sea told me that if he knows the race of spirit beasts, if there are not many of them, he can accurately divination their location. I have been looking for that little thing for so long, but I haven't found out what kind of spirit beast it is." The beast must be a rare spirit beast. When the time comes, I will ask Da Si Ming, and if the divination gives the result, I will be able to find it."

Sheng Liuyu was stunned, lowered his head, and bent his neck slightly in a soft arc, as if he was curiously asking: "The South China Sea seems to be far away. The book says it's in the south of Yunzhou. Then how do you go?" "

What was said in the book was also taught by Xie Changming.

Xie Changming said: "The first half of the year is over, and the second half of the year is going to travel, so you can go."

He no longer looked at Sheng Liuyu, but looked far away, and said flatly: "We must find it at the ends of the earth."

After Sheng Liuyu finished listening, he blinked slowly, and could see the light mist flowing quickly with his eyelashes, his palms were clenched unconsciously, and the bamboo umbrella handle made a clicking sound.

He gave a soft "oh", and his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something.

Xie Changming didn't hear clearly.

But Sheng Liuyu stopped talking, he turned around, domineering as before, never lowered his head, the flowers on the temples also fell on the ground, and stayed outside the door.

In fact, what he said was: "Didn't you say that you will help me pass every class?"

Traveling abroad is also a class.There are tasks to count points.

But Xie Changming's words don't count at all.

bad people!

The ends of the earth, they will not go together.

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