"Not bad." Wang Zezhi replied. Ke Duzhong: "???" No, that's it? "Zezhi, aren't you interested in accepting another direct disciple? I also think this Shangguan Yujie is good." This time, Wang Zezhi did not answer Ke Duzhong, and his eyes fell on Ye Feiran under the competition stage. I wonder if Ye Feiran will go on stage to compete with Guan Yujie? Ke Duzhong saw that Wang Zezhi was silent and said nothing more. He knew that Wang Ze had a high vision and had already accepted Ye Feixuan as a direct disciple, so he could not force him to accept another direct disciple. However, he felt uncomfortable when he thought that Shangguan Yujie might join the Sword Immortal Sect if Wang Zezhi did not act. Swordsmanship competition stage. One sword cultivator after another challenged Shangguan Yujie, but all failed. Of course, since the stipulations are over, those sword cultivators in the early, middle and late stages of immortality also want to see Shangguan Yujie's abilities. Shangguan Yujie was not impatient and responded to the challenge. Seeing that Lu Yingzhou was also ready to make a move, "Little Ye Zi, do you think I should go on stage to challenge?" "Okay!" Ye Feiran smiled. Although Lu Yingzhou's cultivation level is not as good as Shangguan Yujie's, Lu Yingzhou also has the divine sword Weeping Blood Sword. Thinking of this, he added, "No need to hide your clumsiness." Generally speaking, those who are recognized by the Divine Sword have good talent in swordsmanship. Lu Yingzhou took out the divine sword Weeping Blood Sword, and he might gain something unexpected. Hearing this, Lu Yingzhou was slightly startled, and then he understood when he thought of the Weeping Blood Sword. "good!" When another swordsman was defeated by Shangguan Yujie, Lu Yingzhou flew onto the competition stage. As soon as his consciousness moved, the Weeping Blood Sword appeared in his hand. m.biqubao.com The aura of the divine sword was different, so people around him recognized it immediately. "Hiss, another divine sword!" "Isn't this Lu Yingzhou? What is the divine sword in his hand?" "He was actually recognized by the Divine Sword. As expected, a person cannot be judged by his appearance!" The cultivators from various sects in the water mirror were also surprised when they saw Lu Yingzhou taking out a divine sword. "This kid has also been recognized by Divine Sword, and he seems to have good talent in swordsmanship." "Our Sword Immortal Sect also wants this disciple!" Ke Duzhong looked at Lu Yingzhou, then at the divine sword in his hand, and couldn't help but ask Wang Zezhi, "Zezhi, how is this disciple?" Without waiting for Wang Zezhi's answer, he continued, "Lu Yingzhou originally planned to join our Xuantian Immortal Sect, but he cannot be snatched away by the Sword Immortal Sect." Wang Zezhi took a sip of wine and said, "Since he has decided to join our Xuantian Immortal Sect, if he is snatched away by the Sword Immortal Sect on the way, we don't want such a disciple." Ke Duzhong: "..." This made sense, but he was speechless. When Ke Duzhong saw that Lu Yingzhou had caught more than one of Shangguan Yujie's moves, he finally couldn't help it anymore. "Zezhi, if you are not interested in Lu Yingzhou, I plan to accept him as my disciple." As soon as these words came out, not only Wangzezhi, but also Qingwu, Rongyue and Guiyi were all surprised. Didn't their sect leader say long ago that he would no longer accept disciples? After all, he already has three direct disciples, and all of them are extremely talented. One of them is even being trained as the next sect leader. After being surprised, Wang Zezhi said, "As long as the sect master likes it." With a smile on his face, Ke Duzhong stroked his beard and said, "My swordsmanship is not as good as yours. I hope Zezhi can give Lu Yingzhou some pointers." "Okay!" Wang Zezhi agreed readily. Qingwu looked at Lu Yingzhou and Shangguan Yujie in the water mirror, then at Ke Duzhong, and asked doubtfully, "Sect Master, I see that the talents of these two children are not much different, why are you only interested in Lu Yingzhou?" Hearing this, Ke Duzhong chuckled, "Haha... Shangguan Yujie is a born swordsman. If he wants to learn from me, he will definitely look down on me. But Lu Yingzhou is different." More importantly, in his eyes, he felt that Lu Yingzhou's talent was better than that of Shangguan Yujie. After all, Lu Yingzhou came from a lower realm where spiritual power was not as abundant as the fairy world! Moreover, most of the cultivators from the lower realm have good character. As long as they have abundant cultivation resources, their explosive power will be very strong. Then, he turned to look at Wang Zezhi and said again, "Zezhi, this disciple of Shangguan Yujie, you should really consider it." This time, Wang Zezhi still had no reaction. Ke Duzhong: "..." It seems that Wang Zezhi doesn't like Shangguan Yujie anymore, so he should send a summons to ask other elders of the Xuantian Immortal Sect if they are interested in Shangguan Yujie! Swordsmanship competition stage. Lu Yingzhou caught Shangguan Yujie's three moves in total. He was knocked off the fighting stage by Shangguan Yujie, and he was still in an excited mood. "Not bad!" Ye Feiran praised directly. Hearing this, Lu Yingzhou became even more happy, but he did not forget to heal his wounds and restore his spiritual power. Shangguan Yujie was naturally surprised that a mid-level immortal could catch three of his moves. If Lu Yingzhou's cultivation level was also at the peak of an immortal, could he defeat him? However, he didn't have much time to think about this issue because another sword cultivator came on stage to challenge him. Of course, the other party will give him time to recover his spiritual power. After Lu Yingzhou recovered his spiritual power, a sword cultivator whose cultivation was also at the peak of an immortal came on stage to challenge Shangguan Yujie. This swordsman's bone age is close to a hundred years old, and he has always kept a low profile. It has been so long since the competition began, but today is the first time he has appeared. When Shangguan Yujie saw this sword cultivator, his heart felt hot, and he finally met his opponent. "Shen Xiangyan!" "Shangguan Yujie!" The two men bowed to each other. "The competition begins!" As the referee's voice fell, Shangguan Yujie and Shen Xiangyan moved at the same time. "Ding ding ding..." The sound of spiritual weapons colliding sounded, and the two people started fighting. Their speed is very fast, and they can perform dozens of moves in a short time. The sword cultivators in the audience were also excited to see this. Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly, and she could see that the two of them were currently testing each other's strength. Sure enough, they soon separated again. The next moment, the two people took action at the same time. Shangguan Yujie's thunder sword struck at Shen Xiangyan, a sword energy with the attribute of thunder. Shen Xiangyan's eyes narrowed and he nimbly dodged away. "boom!" The thunder-attributed sword energy struck the competition platform, instantly turning it black. Immediately afterwards, one after another lightning attribute sword energy attacked Shen Xiangyan. Shen Xiangyan dodged the attack in front and fought back, but was still hit in the back. He was directly struck by Shangguan Yujie's thunder attribute sword energy, and his whole hair exploded. Shen Xiangyan reached out and wiped his face, and then his whole hand turned black. As we all know, sword cultivators are very powerful in combat, and sword cultivators with thunder attributes are even more powerful in combat. Therefore, even though he fought back with all his strength, he was knocked off the stage in the end and suffered some injuries. "Admit it!" Shangguan Yujie raised his hand to Shen Xiangyan. He is naturally disappointed with Shen Xiangyan, his opponent, but he is by far the best opponent. I wonder if there will be opponents with comparable strength in the future?
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
