Qin Xun’s strategy did not succeed.
   Because of the little boy’s few words, disciple Jianfeng’s heart was completely confused. Everyone thought that it would be better to compete one more time, maybe I would win this time.
   Xie Shutong also gave up, and the three-year-old boy defended Junior Brother Yu with his immature voice, saying that Jin Danqi’s advice was suspected of bullying others, how could he continue.
   Secondly, he couldn’t describe how he felt.
   do not know why.
   Ye Qing’s younger brother’s eyes were wet and very contagious, his lips were tightly pressed, and his nervous eyes fell on his arm, as if Xie Shutong was about to lose his arms and legs, which was a bit subtle.
   Xie Shutong subconsciously felt that his arm was inexplicably hurting, as if it was really broken, and suddenly lost his mood, and the competition ended.
   He decided to follow Tongyan Tongyu and change to another way: Yujian Competition.
   Eldest brother’s murderous knife is exceptionally easy to use, and this is the first time something has changed. Qin Xun’s small abacus was pounding in his mind, every trajectory was in his plan, and the bead jumping out could kill people invisible, but this time it failed.
   He gritted his teeth, a little unwilling.
   But at the same time, he did not object to a rematch.
   The old man Yupei had a panoramic view of this scene, and he was anxious in his heart: “Since you want to eradicate the demons in your heart, you must be cruel to the end. You will go all the way to the dark, and you will be led by the nose by a child halfway, what is this?”
   That’s what I said.
   Qin Xunjian frowned slightly, his brows and eyes were covered with a haze, he never understood why the old man with jade pendant kept comparing him with a three-year-old child.
   He interrupted in a displeased tone: “What do you mean I was led by the nose by a child? It’s just the childish words of a child with Wulinggen. It’s his honor that I take it seriously.”
   Qin Xun narrowed his naturally sharp and narrow eyes, raised his jaw, and spoke with arrogance.
   One sentence choked the old man of jade pendant.
   “However, there are some truths in the children’s words, and I agree with them. There are filth and evil inside the hidden sword peak. This competition itself is very problematic. With my foundation-building cultivation and superb swordsmanship, I shouldn’t stop Sixteen to…” This game frustrated his self-esteem.
   Qin Xun’s ability to dig up old accounts is first-rate, starting from the fact that the brother in charge of drawing lots may have deliberately targeted them, and counted them one by one.
   He attributed the reasons for his failure in the peak sparring and the messy loss to two points. One was that he was seriously injured and lost, and he would be invincible in anyone who won, and the other was that the competition system of Tibetan Sword Peak was unfair.
   He is willing to fight again.
   There is another way for monks to defeat their demons.
   For Jianxiu, there is nothing better than finding the person who defeated him, and then defeating him again.
   The boy with Wulinggen named Ye Qing said that he would compete again in ten days, and the method was to fly with the sword.
   Flying with the Yujian is the basic skill of every monk, and the Flying Frost Sword is the magic weapon he found in the secret realm, the magic weapon is psychic, and he will win this competition!
   And ten days later is just enough time for him to heal his wounds and leave the customs. This time he will definitely be reborn as a phoenix and come back brand new, completely avenging his shame!
   Qin Xun firmly believed in it.
   On the other side, Xie Shutong, as usual, meditated cross-legged by the cold pool, exhaling the first ray of aura in the morning. When he closed his eyes, he thought it would be good to have another match.
   Today, he could see all the impetuous thoughts of his classmates. Everyone thought that the original competition system was unfair.
   Xie Shutong’s handsome face couldn’t help but heaved a long and old-fashioned sigh.
   According to his thinking, this group of juniors and juniors should all be beaten up.
   In the long journey of immortality, there will be small competitions in the sect from time to time, and a small competition at Hidden Sword Peak is nothing at all.
   If a monk wants to go far, he must get rid of all the impetuousness and complacency in the world, and endure a lot of tempering, so that he can stand like calm water and stand proudly in the world.
   But… Xie Shutong is not without gains today.
   After closing his eyes for a long time, he opened them again, walked to an open place, and planned to write down the childish words of his junior brother one by one, and present them to the teacher.
   The younger brother said that the competition system is not perfect enough.
   For trials in Hidden Sword Peak, you can set up children’s group, youth group, and senior group according to age, that is, children’s group under the age of 20, youth group from 20 to 100 years old, and over 100 years old…
   When Xie Shutong wrote the word “elderly group”, his face was gentle and calm, and the brows raised slightly.
   According to the division of junior juniors, does he actually belong to the senior group?
   The problem is that he is not old at all. How did the little junior classify the words of this group…
   Xie Shutong frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and deleted the word “old age” with the Lingmo pen. Thinking about Ye Qing’s identity and background, he paused and felt a little relieved.
   Junior brother Ye Qing is extremely intelligent, but after all, he came from the mortal world. Ordinary people have a limited lifespan. If they live over a hundred years, they will reach the sky. They can’t understand how long a monk’s lifespan is.
   Xie Shutong also adopted what Ye Qing said next, dividing groups according to the level of cultivation and the length of beginners.
   The next big competition may have a new look.
   —
   Hidden Sword Peak is about to compete again, and the news of holding a sword flying competition spreads, causing a commotion among the peaks of Guiyuanzong.
   For no other reason, the lives of monks in the cultivation world are boring, and it is exciting to hold an intra-peak sparring at Hidden Sword Peak, not to mention the shameful Sword Control Competition where hundreds of disciples participate together.
   As soon as the news spread ten times, tens of thousands of disciples flocked to Hidden Sword Peak like a tide, and the sect was full of excitement.
   The evolution of the situation was beyond expectations, and it was no longer just the internal affairs of the Tibetan Sword Peak.
   The disciples of Guiyuanzong talked a lot.
   “The Yujian competition is a test of the basic skills of a swordsman. How do you compare? Who can fly faster, farther, and more stably?”
   “It shouldn’t be my illusion. After the younger brother joined the sect, my life in the sect has become much more colorful.”
   “It’s not your illusion.”
   Above the main peak, Song Qi Shiben was listening to the teachings in the living room of the master. When she heard the “Sword Contest”, her beautiful face like an ice sculpture beauty was slightly moved. She couldn’t sit still, and stood up suddenly: “I am also a sword repairer , I can also fly with the sword, and I want to participate!”
   “Nonsense, you are a disciple of Yushou Peak!”
   What’s the matter with you in the competition inside Yujian Peak?
   “That guy Xie Shutong said that only those inside Hidden Sword Peak can sign up?” Song Qishi drew out her sword.
   It was an extremely beautiful red sword, and as the sword came out of its sheath, a rippling water shone out. In the hands of Peerless Beauty, this sword seemed to have a soul. It was silent at first, like a dead object. After a while, it seemed that it sensed the excitement of its master.
   “Look, my sword is trembling.”
   Song Qishi slowly revealed a icy smile, and after a while she clenched the red sword tightly, like a goddess of the nine heavens, so vigorous and fierce that she couldn’t be looked at.
   After thinking for a while, she took out the disciple jade card that everyone in Gui Yuanzong had, put a trace of aura on the jade card, and connected the message, “Xie Shutong, can I participate?”
   Not surprisingly, it was rejected.
   The red-clothed fairy was devastated, and pursed her lips: “I really want to participate in the Yujian competition…”
   It’s a pity that she can’t participate in such a lively event!
   There are not a few people who think like Song Qishi, and monks above the Qi training stage can basically fly with a sword. Ye Qing’s three-year-old Zaizai’s plan suddenly turned a small competition into a public event, which made every monk’s heart sway.
   Everyone knows the difference between inner and outer sects, but everyone knows how to fly with the sword, and suddenly there is a feeling of “I can do it if I can”, “The disciples of Cangjian Peak can’t fly, I can also give some pointers.” sentence” sense of superiority.
   Ye Qing was completely unaware of all this.
   After he resolved a catastrophe for his elder brother and avoided a bloody disaster for his senior brother, he locked himself in the house.
   He is sitting on a chair now.
   Holding a pen in his soft little hand, he has a very rich expression, sometimes his eyes are empty, and sometimes his face is slightly wrinkled, falling into racking his brains and thinking hard.
   It seems to be too difficult, the child is a little unsure, holding the fat cheeks of the baby, piled up a little soft meat, looking pitiful and cute.
   It is reminiscent of the soft and light white clouds in the sky, and the sweet pastries in the hands of vendors in Yunzhou City.
   Yu Jinghan sat next to him, half of his body was immersed in the light and shadow, his body was as thin and straight as a pine bamboo. The young man has not yet grown up, and has been praised by many people as the most beautiful woman in the fairy sect. At this moment, he is pursing his lips, with a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes that are upturned, like black long eyelashes, under the shade of the candle lamp, cast fragmentary Shadow, “Qingqing, you saved me again.”
   Yu Jinghan was not afraid of that Demon Slayer Sword, but he would never forget that it was a child who stood in front of him yesterday. Young Tong is innocent and kind, and he is so kind to him. He doesn’t know how many lives he will have to repay this debt.
   Yu Jinghan’s eyes were originally pitch black, but in an instant, the dead and gloomy aura disappeared.
   As soon as the child raised his head, an intoxicating scenery was reflected in his black pupils.
   A certain face control cub stared blankly at him for nothing, but when he came back to his senses, his eyes sparkled, and he immediately grabbed his brother’s hand, and the little milk said loudly, “You’re welcome, brother!”
   Being jealous and oppressed is the fate of Long Ao Tianwen’s hero!
   And he, a righteous little baby, will protect his brother in the face of injustice! He wants to prove to everyone that his brother is the best!
   Tang Xi’s remnant soul was also boasting: “Qingqing, you did a great job!”
   Yu Jinghan is the son of a female cultivator of the fairy sect and a demon cultivator. More than half of the demonic blood flows in his body, and his blood is extremely impure. The son of a half-demon is the most dangerous, and you will be fine if you keep your balance. Once the demonic blood in the body completely gains the upper hand over the immortal blood, the whole person will fall into the devil successfully.
   But now, Yu Jinghan didn’t have the slightest sign of being possessed, and half of the bloody storm had disappeared.
   Invisibly, the safety of the cultivation world was saved again!
   “I, I’m so good…” Ye Qing blushed after being praised, he was shy for two seconds, and rested his face on his little hands. The two rows of eyelashes are black and slender, blinking now and then, like two small fans or two small butterflies under the candlelight.
   The human cub was already pretty and cute, with well-behaved black hair and a milky white complexion like suet jade. His little gesture made him look even cuter.
   It’s just that his movements are not cute at all.
   Because in front of him was a map of Guiyuanzong, where the Lingmo pen went, the routes fell one by one, the child circled many places, and finally his little Lingmo pen stopped at a hanging spring waterfall, where the dangerous road The narrow, vast rapids seem to be very suitable for an extreme jump with a difficulty factor of 3.8.
   The human cub’s angelic face was deep in thought, and after a while, two little devil-like wings suddenly popped out from behind and flapped gently.
   With the last pen down.
   The child finally showed a trace of guilt.
   Oh no, am I a bit of a devil like this!
   Unexpectedly, Tang Xi’s remnant soul was floating beside him. He saw the whole thing from the beginning to the end, and his breath became short of breath. He said, “Qing, Qingqing, you are really the smartest and most talented child I have ever seen!”
   My God, how could this damn Yujian match be so attractive and exciting!
   If only he had an entity too!
   Finally came the day of the competition, and Gui Yuanzong was crowded.
   Hundreds of monks at Hidden Sword Peak mobilized in unison, flying swords in the air, it was a grand sight.
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