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Xuan Ling's expression did not waver, and he did not reply to his words. He just turned to look at Yu Chu, and a slight smile appeared on his thin lips, and he asked obediently, "Master?"

"Well." Yu Chu agreed, squinting his eyes before saying, "Go ahead and compare."

"Okay." The young man bent his clear pupils before stepping off the high platform. As he walked down the stairs, he raised his white fingers. Countless pieces of ice and silver light lingered, and the silver spirit sword instantly appeared under the slender fingers.

His expression was indifferent, the silver spirit sword's surface reflected the youth's ink-colored pupils, and there was a hint of ice between his eyebrows.

He said flatly: "Please give me some advice."

"Where," Xiao Qinghe said with a smile.

However, he had already drawn the long sword in his hand, squinted his eyes, and made up his mind to "instruct" the other party.

A cruel smile crossed his lips.

The female disciples were all nervous.

"Is Junior Brother Xuan an opponent of Senior Brother?"

"Junior Brother Xuan has only been cultivating for a few years, doesn't he say that his aptitude is still average... How can he compare to Senior Brother Xiao?"

"Ah...then, nothing will happen..."

"Senior Brother Xiao should be measured..."

They talked in a low voice, already determined that the boy would be defeated, and looking at the slender and beautiful figure, they couldn't help but feel a burst of regret and distress.

The competition on stage has begun.

Xiao Qinghe took the lead in attacking, and his sword moves were dazzling. Some of the immortals on the stage had already stroked their beards, showing a look of approval.

Xiao Qinghe, as the eldest disciple of Xianmen, naturally does have real talents and real learning, and has extraordinary qualities.

"It's a talent..." You Xianzun said.

"My Immortal Sect is also considered a successor."

"..."

The three immortals next to him chatted casually, Yu Chu took a sip of tea and was unmoved.

Someone finally asked her, "What do you think of Feng Zun? Do you have any comments on your little disciple?"

Yu Chu put down the teacup, patted his sleeve casually, and said, "My disciple, no one can beat him."

The Immortal Venerables next to them couldn't help but smacked their tongues and laughed: "Although it is your own disciple, it is a bit exaggerated to say that no one is invincible."

"Yeah, after all, his aptitude..."

"And it's only been practiced for a few years."

The Immortal Venerables discussed in a low voice, and some people looked at the high platform of the competition and couldn't help but wonder: "Qinghe has already used his ultimate move, why is Xuan Ling still unresponsive..."

Everyone looked over.

Sure enough, Xiao Qinghe's long sword was already in front of him, but the slender boy stood motionless.

The wind from the long sword blew through the ink, and the young man narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers slightly.

"It's too close, how can he hide? It's too late to hide now..."

"Still inexperienced..."

Just as several immortals were frowning and sighing, the young man held the silver spirit sword in one hand, and his slender figure flipped up beautifully, passing the top of the other party's head neatly.

The Immortal Venerables widened their eyes in surprise.

And the disciples watching below didn't expect that the people who were not optimistic at first, unexpectedly escaped Xiao Qinghe's first move.

The thin lips of the young man on the high platform were slightly hooked, and the silver shattered light reflected in his pupils, like a handful of scattered stars.

When Xiao Qinghe realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart, and when it was about to be in front of him, the other party changed direction lightly, and withdrew his hand to put the tip of the sword away, and the hilt slammed into his chest.

Xiao Qinghe's immortal power was in chaos for a while.

He gritted his teeth, his heart was in shock like a storm, looking at the boy's eyes as if he was looking at a monster.