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Ji Qingning pushed the wheelchair and turned to leave, but Zhuang Qiu rushed to Ji Qingning with a leap.

"Senior brother."

Zhuang Qiu had just gone through a hard fight, and the spiritual energy in his body had not been completely restrained, but when he flew down, the oppressive force from the stage just now completely disappeared.

He carefully put away his sharp claws, and gently pushed Ji Qingning's heart with the pad of his flesh.

All the eyes of the people around were focused on the two of them.

In Zhuang Qiu's eyes, he is the only one.

It would be a lie to say it was completely unmoved.

The world of comprehension is the most admirable place, no one does not want to get other people's eyes and reverent eyes.

But now Ji Qingning got it easily.

When Zhuang Qiu laughed, his eyes were like stars.

Young and full of energy, like the morning sun.

Ji Qingning suppressed the weird emotions in his heart, and said lightly: "Just passing by, I heard that the Holy Son of Huajian School will have a competition today, and I want to see how he is."

"He will compete in the afternoon. Do you want to watch it? I'll accompany you." Zhuang Qiu said and was about to push his wheelchair to the resting place.

Ji Qingning tilted his head in doubt.

He thought that Zhuang Qiu would be angry because he said that he was not looking at him specifically, but at Huajian School Shengzi.

But Zhuang Qiu, he still looks very happy, it seems that just looking at him along the way can make him feel better all day.

Pushing the man under the shade of the tree, Zhuang Qiu swung his sword a few times, and he cleared away the branches that were hanging down in front of his eyes.

"Junior brother, don't take what those people said just now, your legs will get better." Zhuang Qiu still remembers what those people said just now. If it really started, Ji Qingning's reputation would be even worse.

The weak who can only hide behind and be protected by others will definitely bear the infamy.

Ji Qingning was very calm, and he said without any disturbance: "What they said is the truth."

When Zhuang Qiu heard Ji Qingning's words, he suddenly fell in front of him and held his hand.

"In the future, if anyone dares to speak against you again, I will beat them one by one until they dare not speak up."

Zhuang Qiu's eyes are hot and gentle, with deep eye sockets, when he stares intently at a person, he looks very affectionate.

Ji Qingning felt that Zhuang Qiu's hands were a little too hot.

He took his hand back uncomfortably.

Although the tone was indifferent and alienated, there were some fluctuations.

"I don't need you to take the lead in my own affairs."

Zhuang Qiu is not a talkative person most of the time, when he is resting, he will stand beside Ji Qingning to practice.

The decisive battle with Huajian Pai's Shengzi is imminent, Zhuang Qiu is very uncertain.

But at this time, Uncle Qinghong didn't know where he was, and when he wanted to ask about the golden hook bone, he couldn't do it.

There is no time in sight for the master to come back, and Xiao Yi's instructions hang over Zhuang Qiu's head, making him extremely stressed.

After three poles in the sun, the competition stage suddenly became lively.

Zhuang Qiu opened his eyes and looked, it was the Holy Son of the Huajian Sect.

Every time I see the Holy Son, Zhuang Qiu feels that his eyes have been baptized. He is really beautiful, but he is not as gorgeous as Lu Xuan. Upturned straight nose.

His face is only about two-thirds the size of Zhuang Qiu's. The facial features are very deep on the small face, but they are not firm, but delicate.

In addition, he practiced the Han Jue of the Huajian School, so he had a cool temperament, standing among a group of female disciples, it was very seductive.

From a distance, Shengzi also saw Zhuang Qiu, he nodded to Zhuang Qiu, and Zhuang Qiu also nodded to him.

Invisible pressure permeated the competition venue.

As the referee elders and the number of people in the venue increased, the atmosphere became more and more silent.

It's a moment of application.

The competition has begun.

Zhuang Qiu opened his eyes, staring closely at the Holy Son on the stage with his spiritual sense, trying to see something strange from the trajectory of his spiritual power.

The person who fought against the Holy Son was the disciple of the Supreme Elder in the sect, who was also an elder in the fusion period, but this so-called disciple was just a nominal one. Occasionally, he could hear the Supreme Elder give a lecture. The most important thing is how to return to the Dao, and the ordinary preaching and teaching is no longer important to them.

Of course, Xiao Yi was an exception.

The Holy Son and the Supreme Elder's disciple Li Zhang tested each other, but the test had no real effect, and Zhuang Qiu saw nothing from the test.

When Li Zhang decided to test the depth of the Son with a small hole card, Zhuang Qiu finally saw the spiritual power of the Son.

Weird.

The operation of the Holy Son's spiritual power is completely different from that of most people, and it can even be said that it has its own system.

Normally, it starts from the dantian, runs upwards, passes through the sea of ​​viscera and consciousness, and continues to the limbs.

However, the Holy Son's spiritual power was directly transmitted to the limbs without passing through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Therefore, his speed was almost twice that of the others. Before Li Zhang could unleash his martial skills, he was slapped to the edge of the field by the palm of Shengzi.

Shengzi's steps are also very light and nimble. He has learned a certain kind of footwork and has cultivated it to a very high level, which is almost the same as Shen Xianglin before.

In terms of speed, Zhuang Qiu is very clear that he is not as good as Shengzi.

Li Zhang managed to dodge, but his momentum had already been lost. At this time, the Son of God slapped him again, and Li Zhang took it in embarrassment.

Li Zhang wanted to fight back, so he took out his natal magic weapon, which covered him with a hazy white light.

Li Zhang also cultivates swords, but what he cultivates is a thousand swords. His magic weapon is not a sword, but a magic weapon of space. When the magic weapon is sacrificed, Li Zhang himself enters another dimension. In front of him, nearly a hundred swords appeared.

A hundred swords were densely pressed against the sky at the same time, even Zhuang Qiu in the audience felt palpitations.

There are only two solutions to this sword technique, one is to break through ten thousand spells with force, as long as you break through the hundred swords one by one, then this martial skill will be broken by itself.

Another way is to attack Li Zhang himself, but Li Zhang is already in a different space, how to attack him.

So now there is only one way left, to meet his sword, and then break his sword.

One after another sword light flashed out.

The hundred swords like a cloud of swords pressed down on the Son.

Then Shengzi made a movement that Zhuang Qiu didn't understand at all.

He held out his hand.

Didn't look at the sword in the sky at all.

His hands are not like a man's, but like a woman's, slender and slender, when he grasped them in the air, the space was broken, and Li Zhang was caught off guard by him.

Not only Li Zhang, but everyone present including Zhuang Qiu was stunned.

How did he find Li Zhang from the void?

In the Nascent Soul Stage, it is impossible to break through the space and can only use magic tools. Even a monk who is proficient in space will never be able to grab people out of the void with bare hands like him.

It's not like teleporting 100 meters 200 meters.

Li Zhang seemed to be in front of him, but in fact, he was already on the other side of the mainland. The method of space cannot be solved by footwork.

But that's how it happened.

Zhuang Qiu stood up in surprise and looked at Shengzi without blinking.

The Holy Son just casually threw him out of the arena.

The magic weapon was broken, and the sword floating in the sky naturally disappeared.

Zhuang Qiu sat back down again with a solemn expression.

Knows the method of space, is extremely fast, and has more condensed spiritual power than him.

This holy son of the Huajian School seems to have no flaws at all.

How to play this match.

Ji Qingning on the side also widened his eyes when he saw the Holy Son pulling the man out of the void. He didn't let out a long breath until the competition was over.

Although the coercion of this holy son is not as terrifying as Zhuang Qiu's Qinglian, the degree of danger is not weaker than Zhuang Qiu's at all.

"Brother." Ji Qingning called out to him.

Zhuang Qiu was in a daze for a moment, then raised his head: "Huh?"

"It's time to go back." Ji Qingning said.

Zhuang Qiu gradually recovered from the shock, and said slowly: "Okay, go back."

He stood up, pushed Ji Qingning's wheelchair, and walked slowly towards Wanjian Cave along the way.

There is a long distance between the mountain peak where the test platform is located and Wanjian Cave, and the iron chain plank road between the peaks is very dangerous, so their speed is very slow.

"Junior Brother, do you think I can beat that Holy Son?"

The sun was setting, and in the setting sun, Zhuang Qiu looked a little lonely.

Ji Qingning said truthfully, "No."

No matter which aspect, Zhuang Qiu has no advantage at all. Coupled with Shengzi's space ability that revealed the tip of the iceberg, Zhuang Qiu has no chance of winning.

"Brother, what you said is really hurtful, brother wants to cry now."

"I also lost the competition and stopped in the top eight. You are going to cry just because you won No.2?" Ji Qingning scolded Zhuang Qiu for his impulsiveness.

"That's different."

"What's the difference."

Zhuang Qiu was stunned by the question.

What's the difference.

It seems like nothing is different.

It's just that he has won too many times, and the hope of the Taixuan Sword Sect is on him. If the Taixuan Sword Sect is the host and is overwhelmed by the Huajian Sect, then Xiao Yi will be ashamed.

Zhuang Qiu can't lose.

But these can only be counted as pressure, who doesn't have pressure.

"Senior Brother is right, Senior Brother understands, it is Senior Brother who got into a dead end."

Ji Qingning tilted his head.

ah?He just mocked Zhuang Qiu, what do you understand?

Night fell.

The next day will usher in the final competition.

The entire Taixuan Sword Sect was also plunged into darkness.

Hidden under the calm darkness is the darkness that is about to move.

After sending Ji Qingning back, Zhuang Qiu went to Master Qinghong's residence.

There will be a competition tomorrow, and he must find Uncle Qinghong today.

When I came back, there were still so many auspicious birds and beasts on the mountain, and the mountain was like a fairyland, but when I came back now, the mountain was empty and there was nothing left.

Zhuang Qiu thought with some doubts, could it be that Uncle Qinghong lost too many bets and sold all those spirit beasts?

Thinking of this, he searched for it on the mountain.

But he walked around the entire mountain, and his spiritual sense swept away the fable.Again, found nothing.

The entire mountain was eerily silent.