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Ying Tian and Yi Hongzhuang in the green plum forest under the seventy-two peaks looked at each other, and the gloom could not be hidden in their eyes.

Huangfu Yi naturally couldn't see the sad expression.

But the inadvertent sadness was fully visible to Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng looked around and found no shadow of the first bright mirror platform except Ying Tian and Yi Hongzhuang. He had guessed the experience of the academy comrades who vowed to take the life of Zhou Tong, a disciple of Jiange, to avenge his classmates.

About that.

"There is no need to register for the sword controversy platform." Luo Changfeng said, who had been silent for a moment.

Cooking green plums and wine, washing flowers and swords, was originally a rare event in Kunlun Jian Pavilion. But now the old man who watched the star is back, adding many unpredictable variables to the event that originally discussed the Tao by sword.

Luo Changfeng and his senior brother who were involved for no reason could escape unsuccessfully. He really didn't want to see any student in the academy again.

"But the hatred of my fellow comrades..."

Yingtian was so angry.

Yi Hongzhuang pulled Yingtian's sleeve and shook her head gently.

Compared to Ying Tian, ​​the second most popular student in the college, Yi Hongzhuang is undoubtedly much more mature and thoughtful.

No wonder he is known as Matchmaker and Sanniang in the inner courtyard.

"It is safer to solve the problems of the academy by me and my senior brother."

Luo Changfeng turned around and looked at the nine heavenly peaks in the distance.

There is a mountain climbing stone stairs right in front of him.

There are nine mountaineering roads around the mountains.

Although I don’t know which stone stair ends with Zhou Tong, the young master of the Iron Sword Sect, there is no need to be discouraged. Because Luo Changfeng knew that Zhou Tong was among the six sword servants selected by the Sword Pavilion this time.

Just knowing this is enough.

Sooner or later they will meet, on Jiutian Peak, or in Huanhua Pond.

Ying Tian was slightly surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect Luo Changfeng to take the initiative to take charge of this matter.

In fact, with his current strength in the realm of the soul, he still dared not say 50% sure when he met Zhou Tong, otherwise he would not have become like this.

Yi Hongzhuang's beautiful eyes were flowing with soft light. Seeing that Luo Changfeng's cultivation was just about to enter the realm of the soul, she had never seen Luo Changfeng take action and could not make any unfounded conclusions.

She and Ying Tian looked at each other again.

Despite the unwillingness in his eyes, he finally chose to endure it.

They silently retreated behind the two uncles of the masters.

A sensation broke out in the forest of green plums.

It was the applause and shouts from countless people who were cooking wine and watching swords under the plum tree or from practitioners.

Luo Changfeng looked at everyone's eyes.

The sword competition platform beats the drums and beats the sword, and someone climbs the sword platform.

It was actually a desolation.

The long sleeves of his right arm danced with the wind and appeared empty, Li Luo, in the sword-washing slave costumes of Jiange, stepped onto the sword platform. He stood on the sword platform, which immediately caused a sigh.

"That's a sword-washing slave?"

"It looks like a disabled sword slave."

"Does the sword slave also want to compete for the first place in the sword controversy?"

"It's so ridiculous! When will the dignified Kunlun Sword Pavilion be reduced to relying on the sword-washing slave to support the storefront?"

"Maybe they might be hiding in a deep state, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"If he had hidden himself, he would have been selected as the Tianchi Sword Service long ago. Will he have difficulty participating in this sword competition platform group points?"

“…”

The laughter and noise are endless in my ears.

Everyone was laughing at this humble sword slave for not knowing the height of heaven and earth.

Many disciples of Jiange gathered on Li Luo's body around Qingmei Forest at the foot of the mountain without any kindness.

Although they are outer disciples, they are also dignified members of the Jiange Sect.

They really could not forgive a humble sword slave who could not even have a sword to shame the Jiange at this world-renowned moment.

That is a great shame!

A man walked upstairs from Li Luo. He looked at him dressed as a disciple of Jiange and an outer sect. The disciple was holding a bronze sword in his hand, which should be the disciple of the bronze sword in the fourth gates and three halls of Jiange.

Under the noise, the disciple stood in front of Li Luo and said in a deep voice: "Don't you get out!"

Li Luo raised his eyes: "Senior brother is talking about me?"

"Can there be anyone else on the sword stage?"

"Isn't a senior brother?"

There was another burst of laughter around.

The disciples of the outer sect of the Tongjian Sect, who obviously had no upper hand, were angry and embarrassed: "You guy who doesn't cry until you see the coffin!"

The disciple drew his sword and stabbed him straight.

Dealing with a broken sword slave is just a matter of one move.

He wanted everyone to watch, who would be as embarrassed as a dog after this sword was stabbed.

Li Luo stood on the first group of swordsmen without moving.

He felt the sword wind blowing towards him, and he stretched out his left hand and pointed it like a sword to clamp the bronze sword that was stabbing the door directly.

The outer disciple was frightened. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get the sword in his hand away from the power of the two fingers of the abominable sword slave.

The laughter and contemptuous eyes around the sword controversy platform gradually decreased.

The people and practitioners who were cooking wine and watching the sword slowly lowered their smiles when watching the show. Looking at the nervous and frightened expression of the outer disciple, everyone began to take it seriously.

Just because Li Luo has been serious all the time.

The copper sword was clamped with two fingers and the tip of the sword began to bend, and then the sword body began to bend. After the arc of the ordinary copper sword reached its limit, the copper sword was broken into two pieces under a crisp sound of breaking.

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The shocked outer disciple staggered back.

Li Luo flew out like a hidden weapon with half of his fingers clamped his sword tip. The tip of the sword pierced the cheek of the outer disciple and directly inserted it into the green plum tree not far from the sword contest.

penetrating!

The Qingmei Forest is quiet all around.

No matter how you say it, it was not a wonderful sword battle that suddenly made the seventy-two peaks silent.

The first battle of the first group of swordsmen ended with the beginning.

Many people don't even know what's going on.

A humble sword-washing slave forced him to retreat from the outer disciple of Jiange with only two fingers?

Someone said carefully: "Maybe, this is really a story of a sword slave counterattack, and it is hard to say."

...

First win in the first round.

The disciples of Jiange, who were responsible for recording the results of the sword competition, reluctantly drew a stroke behind Li Luo's name.

Li Luo, who was inadvertently glanced at this side, walked off the sword contest stage.

Everyone who was cooking wine and watching the sword came to their senses. Looking at the back of the fallen back, there were bursts of applause coming from the green plum forest.

Give Li Luo an applause.

The group battles of more than 20 sword competition platforms were also staged one after another under the endless applause.

The foot of Kunlun Seventy-Two Peaks is extremely lively.

However, compared with the six challenge places on Jiutian Peak, no matter how exciting the sword competition platform is, it is always a small fight. In addition to attracting the people of Tianyong City who are cooking wine under the green plum trees to watch the sword, they come from afar

The practitioners are not very attractive.

What practitioners really want to see is naturally the thousand-foot-foot Jiutian Peak.

Luo Changfeng and his senior brother were also quietly watching the sword in the crowd.

He always paid attention to the fact that the stone steps of Jiutian Peak were always deserted.

Before no one broke the desertion, he did not intend to show up first. After all, there was no way to hide the obstacles in the thousand-story stone steps leading to the top of Jiutian Peak.

At this time, it is not a good thing to be in the limelight!

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing to climb the mountain from the corner of his eyes, Luo Changfeng turned his head in surprise.

The senior brother also felt something and let out a light whisper.

So Yi Hongzhuang and Ying Tian followed suit.

(PS: Please give me monthly tickets in early July, and I hope that friends who read books can come to Zongheng to support it. The way Juntian will do is depend on July one month.)