Shi Yingxue's face was filled with disdain, but Baili Jian rubbed her head.
The few of them didn't say anything, but they saw the leader of Chongxiaoxuan coming on stage with a loud voice, talking high-sounding nonsense, as if he wanted to take the blame for today's misfortune on his own head.
But everyone here, as long as they have eyes, can see that Chong Xiaoxuan is talking nonsense!
Who doesn't know that Chong Xiaoxuan deliberately slapped Zang Fenggu in the face?
In the past, when the Zangfeng Valley family was the dominant one, it would naturally be able to fight back. But today, Zangfeng Valley is like this. It can only knock out its teeth and swallow it.
There were people snickering all around, and several disciples around Shi Yingxue blushed with embarrassment on their faces.
Shi Yingxue sighed, some people have bad habits that can never be changed in their lives. They feel jealous when they see others being superior. When they are in decline, they start to feel happy, and they feel uncomfortable unless they step on them.
Baili Jian remained silent, and few of his disciples spoke. They all looked listless and unable to cheer up.
On the ring, the leader of Chong Xiaoxuan finally finished talking nonsense. He clapped his hands, which probably meant that today's competition could begin.
There are four arenas in the center, namely the sword training field, the piano training field, the physical arts field and the magic field.
There is no other reason. The most common monks on the road are sword cultivators and harp cultivators. Even if they are not serious sword cultivators and harp cultivators, they still use swords and harps as their main weapons. As for the physical arts field, they are those who use close-quarters weapons.
Monks, and the magic field, are monks who specialize in long-range attacks with spells, do not engage in close combat, and do not have main weapons.
When Shi Yingxue saw other competitions in the future, she knew that today's arena was really crude, but she had seen very few things now, so she felt that this competition looked pretty good, and there was nothing to fault about it.
It seems that Chong Xiaoxuan still tried his best to make this little competition a success, and stepped on Zangfenggu's face to get the upper hand.
There were many people participating in the sword training field. According to the rules, lots were drawn and those with the same numbers competed in the same field. The boy holding the lottery bucket walked around in front of the various sects, and finally arrived at Zangfeng Valley.
Zangfeng Valley reported a total of two sword cultivators, one was Xie Ning and the other was Shi Yingxue.
And surprisingly, there were only two lots left in the lottery bucket, so there was almost no chance to draw.
Xie Ning drew first, and Shi Yingxue took the last lot. When she saw the number on it was "four", her eyelids twitched.
The kid holding the lottery bucket was about to leave. When Leng Buding met Yingxue's eyes, she trembled and almost ran away. It took her a while to realize. What was he afraid of her for?
But the little girl's eyes just now were too cold. She looked at him not as if she were looking at a living person, but as if she were looking at a rotten piece of meat that was destined to die.
Shi Yingxue watched the two fights with great interest at first, but their fights were really meaningless. She lost interest after watching them for a while, and turned to look at the gleaming Dao lines under the feet of those people.
Sure enough, as Senior Fang said, some people's Dao lines are only half as bright and not as broad as hers. Among them, several disciples at the seventh level of Qi Refining have the Dao lines under their feet that are not as wide as when Shi Yingxue was at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
The first three games have been played. I don't know if her calm and calm demeanor has angered someone, or if others can't stand her obliviousness to everything, but Chong Xiaoxuan finally has a disciple next to her to speak.
"Yingxue, don't be proud."
Shi Yingxue felt a cold sweat in her heart. Why was she so proud? She turned her head to look at the person who was speaking. The person no longer looked at her and turned around as if nothing had happened.
"No. 4, the direct disciple of Chongxiaoxuan Fuyang Taoist, Yi Yiyang, the direct disciple of Zangfeng Valley Tianxing Taoist, Yingxue."
As soon as the caller on the stage finished speaking, the bustling crowd below could not help but fall silent.
Yi Yiyang of Chongxiaoxuan is a swordsman whose reputation is second only to Feiye of Zangfeng Valley.
Yi Yiyang started school at the age of ten, introduced Qi into his body at the age of twelve, and was already at the sixth level of Qi refining at the age of fifteen. Now at the age of eighteen, he is already at the ninth level of Qi refining, which is rare. However, he is not as good as Fei Ye, who was always in the past years.
Being pinned down by Feiye, he couldn't breathe.
This year Feiye is no longer here, and has been replaced by Yingxue, a young baby girl who is also Feiye's junior sister. Who can imagine how Yi Yiyang will act?
As for Yingxue of Zangfeng Valley, actually no one has much impression. She is extremely talented, but Baili Jian deliberately hides her clumsiness, and Shi Yingxue does not have the kind of temperament to show off everywhere, except for everyone in Zangfeng Valley who knows
Her reputation was so great that she was not visible among other sects. I just vaguely remembered that Tianxing Taoist seemed to have picked up a little girl from the mortal world and accepted her as a closed disciple.
When they remembered that she was a water-type Tianlinggen, everyone's faces suddenly showed surprise.
One is because she has a rare heavenly spirit root, and the other is because water spiritual roots rarely practice swordsmanship. When they heard that she had signed up for a sword practice field and had to face off against Yi Yiyang, everyone felt that the outcome was already decided.
When Shi Yingxue heard her name being announced, she raised her eyebrows and stood up very simply. She bowed to the people in Chongxiaoxuan beside her with fists clasped in a distance, and took the lead to jump onto the ring.
Yi Yiyang can be regarded as one of the best among people. As soon as he stood up, he saw that the little girl didn't even look at him. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. How could this damn girl have the same virtues as her senior brother?
The spiritual energy fluctuations in Shi Yingxue's body were very stable. It looked like she had reached the peak of her realm. She just stood on the ring with her eyes slightly lowered, not knowing what she was thinking.
Yi Yiyang came up to the stage and saluted her as a peer.
The dao marks under their feet flashed, and the alliance between heaven and dao had been formed.
In fact, if it's about saving face, the two of them can have a friendly conversation after paying homage to their peers, and then they can start fighting again after the Heavenly Pact is formed.
However, Shi Yingxue had no intention of talking to him. She just raised her eyes to look at him, slightly bent her eyes and smiled.
Yi Yiyang was furious in his heart. He had always been a favored man in Chongxiaoxuan. In addition, he was also quite handsome. He had always been popular with female cultivators. No one was friendly to him wherever he went.
Yingxue was so cold.
He didn't want to talk to Shi Yingxue anymore and skillfully used his sword.
Yi Yiyang's sword is a magic weapon that sheds blood to recognize its master. When it is sacrificed, it has some fancy special effects, which is dizzying for everyone to see.
His sword is actually somewhat famous. When Taoist Fuyang was young, he had some chance to obtain this sword, but he never succeeded in identifying its owner with blood.
It is said that this sword is a remnant of the divine weapon. Some of the spirit of the weapon is left, and it is quite temperamental and looks down on Taoist Fuyang. However, Yi Yiyang picked it up once and successfully recognized its owner with a drop of blood.
According to legend, when the divine sword recognizes its owner, the sky is filled with flowers, and peach petals fly out from the sword's edge, which is very reminiscent of the immortal.