After the rebirth, the master takes orders and asks him

The cold wind on the top of the mountain is biting, blowing on the skin like a knife, with a faint sharp sword aura.

There are sword marks all over the cliff, which makes people feel daunting.

In the center of the stone platform built in the middle, two figures, one red and one purple, fought inseparably, evenly matched.

Everyone hid below to watch the competition between the two, fearing that they would be accidentally injured. Only Xie Jincheng, dressed in white, was watching nervously with frowning eyes, as if he was particularly worried.

Everyone thought that this master-student relationship is really touching.

A famous disciple sarcastically said to Xie Jincheng:

"Senior brother Chu has been a beginner for decades, and your master Yunrong is only a few years old. No matter how much you worry about it, it's useless. He's doomed!"

Xie Jincheng glanced at him without speaking, turned his head and continued to stare at Yun Rong's figure.

[Host, why do you have to stand here?It's quite dangerous...] The system watched the sword energy passing by from time to time, and swallowed.

【It's closer here," Xie Jincheng said seriously, 【It's convenient for me to find a chance to trip Yun Rong later. 】

One of the two people above who fought fiercely was his senior brother, Chu Ci.

The other is his apprentice, Yun Rong.

However, that was a matter of the previous life, and now, he has become his apprentice's apprentice.

Two words, aggrieved.

In his previous life, he was originally a proud son of heaven, the first disciple of the suzerain, but he was bullied because of his good temper and kindness. After the death of the suzerain, he was usurped by his senior brothers and betrayed by his apprentices, and his luck and cultivation were divided between the two. clean.

Fortunately, he was reborn.

But because of his bad luck, he became an unlucky good-for-nothing.

The only way is to choose one of the above two people as the target of the attack, and eat away his luck step by step.

And this competition is the key, he can only choose the winning side as the target of the attack.

The system continued to persuade: [Host, why don't you go down?I think it's dangerous for you to stand here! 】

Xie Jincheng said seriously: [No!What if Yunrong wins?If he wins, I'm done! 】

I thought that when he was reborn, he could rely on the memory of his previous life and strike first, but his bastard apprentice was not only reborn, but also reborn 100 years earlier than him!

Therefore, it is obviously much easier to attack Chuci than to attack Yunrong.

The system comforted him: [Don't worry, Chu Ci has been a beginner for so many years, and the Yun Rong Mao has not grown up, so he must not be able to beat him! 】

Before the words fell, there was a loud noise.

Chu Ci was hit by Yun Rong's palm on the cliff, creating a big deep hole.

System: [uh...]

Xie Jincheng: […]

The disciple who had just ridiculed his face turned green, and stared at Xie Jincheng with hatred, gnashing his teeth, like a child eager to argue, blushing and thick-necked.

"Senior Brother Chu hasn't used his full strength yet, he will definitely win!"

Xie Jincheng nodded and agreed:

"Makes sense."

There is still a chance, no, there is still him.

Then Chu Ci drew out a sword blade surrounded by spiritual power and glowing with lightning, which looked very powerful.

Chu Ci narrowed his eyes: "Junior brother, be careful—"

Xie Jincheng's eyes lit up, this sword is not simple, it is a sharp blade brought by the suzerain from the demon world, it is extremely fierce!

In the center of the round platform, Yun Rong glanced lightly at Xie Jincheng, who was visibly trembling with excitement, and frowned slightly.

The little sword spirit asked him in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, why does he look so excited?"

Yun Rong retracted his gaze.

"Maybe I think I'm going to die, I'm too excited."

As he finished speaking, he pulled out a thin blade that was completely white, like ice and snow, without a single trace of impurities.

There are two words engraved on the hilt of the sword: Chunjun.

As soon as this sword appeared, all the sword blades on the scene began to buzz and contend, as if cheering and fearing.

Everyone's eyes widened instantly.

Xie Jincheng's face turned green.

He gasped and said: [He actually has Chunjun! 】

All spiritual weapons in the world have flaws and flaws, but Chunjun is the only one who is perfect and can bring out a person's strength to its peak.

It is the dream weapon of all sword cultivators.

Chu Ci is not enough to make three moves under his hands.

The disciple just now had red eyes: "Now you are happy!"

Happy, he was so happy that he wanted to cry.

The speed of Yunrong's sword was several times faster than that of just now, and everyone realized that he hadn't even used half of his cultivation just now!

Seeing that Chu Ci was beaten and retreated steadily, Xie Jincheng finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He took out the prepared poisonous needle from his sleeve, held it in the palm of his hand, took advantage of Yunrong and the others not paying attention, swiped a few needles and flew towards the red figure.

For a long while, there was no response.

【what happened? 】 Xie Jin frowned.

The system thought for a while and said: [Missed?Two more shots? 】

This time, Xie Jincheng gestured accurately to Yunrong and threw out a few more needles.

Still no response.

Does this person have a vajra shield on his body?

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he threw out all the needles in his sleeves with both hands.

In the end, as if nothing had happened, Yun Rong kicked Chu Ci over, pressed his cold sword against his neck, and successfully won the competition.

Just as Xie Jincheng was about to slip away, a cold voice sounded as if mixed with ice and snow.

"Where?"

Yun Rong slowly walked down from the high platform, approaching him step by step.

Found?No way... He was very careful.

Xie Jincheng smiled and applauded: "Master is really amazing! I told them just now that Master will definitely win!"

He looked at Yun Rong with admiration.

Yun Rong stood still in front of him, stretched out her left hand, a handful of blackened silver needles.

Xie Jincheng swallowed his saliva.

"A gift?" Yun Rong looked at him, "It's very unique."

Xie Jincheng: "..."

Finished calf.