cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 5 Meet the chief uncle!

Quanzhen swordsmanship has a total of seven moves and seven styles. Guanhe Mengduan is the most difficult method among them. Now it is performed by Zhao Zhijing. How is it not surprising?

"Junior Brother Zhen, you are proud enough to lose to me!" Zhao Zhijing shouted, the sword in his hand was like a rainbow light, whizzing towards him.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a flash of light flashed by, and he couldn't help murmuring softly: "Is Guanhemengduan...that's not how it is used!"

"Look, Zhen Zhibing has also drawn his sword!"

"What kind of sword move did he use? Why does it look like Guan Hemengduan?"

Seeing that the two people in the arena were all determined to decide the outcome with one sword, the three generations of disciples beside them all stared with bated breath.

The shadow of the sword is indistinct, and the cold light suddenly appears.

The two figures were like swords and rainbows, and they circulated their true energy one after another. The swords were flashed with lightning and flint, and fierce sparks burst out in an instant, trembling and buzzing.

"Guanhemengduan? You will also Guanhemengduan?!"

Seeing that his most confident sword was stopped by Chen Yu, Zhao Zhijing finally had a look of horror on his face.

He couldn't help shouting: "Impossible, it took me two years to comprehend the last move of Quanzhen swordsmanship, how could you catch up with me?"

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words in his ears, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Is this Zhen Zhibing going to Guanhemengduan? I heard it right!"

"Nine times out of ten it is true. Didn't you see that he blocked Zhao Zhijing's sword?"

The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. When did Guan Hemengduan become so easy to understand?

Usually, there is not one person in several years, but unexpectedly, two people appeared at once today!

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's expression in his eyes, Chen Yu raised his mouth slightly: "Senior brother has learned Guanhemengduan? I don't think so?"

With bulging veins on his forehead, Zhao Zhijing said angrily, "What do you mean?"

The turbulent true energy flowed from Zhao Zhijing's arms to the long sword in his hand, causing his cold light to shine, and instantly suppressed Chen Yu's sword.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Zhijing said grimly, "Even if you know Guanhemengduan, so what? My internal strength is far superior to yours, you can't beat me!"

Chen Yu's arms were slightly numb, and a fierce energy rushed into his body along the blade of the sword, making him grunt, it is definitely not wise to compete for internal strength.

"Brother, keep your eyes open, this is the real Guanhemengduan!"

Forcibly holding Zhao Zhijing's internal strength, Chen Yu's eyes froze, and the sword in his hand suddenly stirred up like a swimming dragon, and the originally fierce sword was suddenly mixed with a touch of tenderness.

This trace of tenderness is not the inherent tendency of Guan He Meng Duan, but it is mixed at this moment, but it is unexpected, and it tastes like a thousand catties.

In front of this sword, Zhao Zhijing felt that he had nowhere to use his strength, and all his internal energy was in a quagmire. His expression changed drastically, and he turned from attack to defense: "What is this?"

"Isn't this what the senior brother has always wanted?"

With a chuckle, Chen Yu's expression suddenly became solemn, and the sword in his hand swept like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

A series of metallic trills rose violently, and Zhao Zhijing, who was originally in the upper hand, was actually retreating steadily under this dragon-like tiger-like swordsmanship!

Chen Yu's move greatly changed the style of Quanzhen's swordsmanship. It is as light as a frightened bird, as moving as a swimming dragon, flickering and flickering, unfathomable.

"This is…"

On the Xiangshi high platform, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi stared wide-eyed at the same time, looking at the almost one-sided situation in the arena in disbelief, with shock on their faces.

True Sword Intent!

"Oh!"

The sudden muffled sound was like a heavy hammer falling on the heart.

Under everyone's horrified gazes, Zhao Zhijing, who was supposed to be sure of winning, was thrown with a long sword, hit Chen Yu's palm on his chest, coughed up blood, flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell hard out of the field.

lost!

Zhao Zhijing lost!
Looking at the embarrassing figure flying out, the entire Baiyu Square was silent.

"hiss……"

It wasn't until a moment later that the crowd finally came to their senses, gasped, and looked at the youth in the field with an unconcealable shock in their eyes.

"Okay, okay!" On the high platform, Wang Chuyi looked wonderful, surprised and happy.

He knew that Zhen Zhibing had extraordinary aptitude in martial arts, given time he would definitely be able to excel in swordsmanship, but he never expected that the other party would comprehend the true meaning of the sword so quickly.

Looking at the entire sect, how many people can understand the sword intent?
But there are only a handful of them!

Qiu Chuji's cheeks twitched unnaturally, and due to the excessive force on his palms, even the white jade railing in front of him was shaken to have cracks as thick as a thumb.

"It seems that I was wrong."

No one knows better than Qiu Chuji what a disciple who comprehends the meaning of the sword means to the entire Quanzhen Sect.

Originally, he had pinned his hopes on Zhao Zhijing, hoping that he would reach the threshold within five years, but now God directly gave him a surprise.

This is definitely the first time in the history of Quanzhen Sect that the chief disciple has comprehended the Quanzhen Sword Intent!
"Zhao Zhijing was defeated, not because of his internal strength, but because of his swordsmanship!"

"Has anyone seen what sword technique Zhen Zhibing used just now? Although it has the shadow of the Quanzhen sword technique, many details are different."

"It's terrible. If it were me, I might not be able to take both moves!"

Outside the arena, the disciples of the Zhizi generation who were not optimistic at first all looked shocked at this moment. They had belittled Chen Yu before, and they were slapped in the face so quickly.

Zhang Zhiguang, Wang Zhitan and the others had hot cheeks, feeling that many low-level disciples were looking in their direction, wishing they could find a place to sneak in.

"Hahaha, that bastard Zhao Zhijing has finally lost, my big brother Zhen Zhibing is mighty!" Behind the crowd, young Yang Guo jumped up and down excitedly, dancing with his arms and legs.

How many days of grievances are released at this moment, it is extremely joyful!
"It's not big or small, even if we lose, it's our uncle, so be careful not to let people hear it!" On the side, a young Taoist priest who just started gave Yang Guo a look.

But not long after, he leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, are you familiar with that senior uncle Zhen Zhibing? Can you speak nice words for me and let him accept me as a disciple?"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding group of disciples all pricked up their ears, and surrounded Yang Guo one after another, wanting to have something to do with Chen Yu.

They may not know about Quanzhen Sword Intent, but everyone can see at this moment that after defeating Zhao Zhijing, Chen Yu will become the leader of all disciples!
"I lost, Master actually lost..." Not far away, the paunchy Lu Qingdu's lips were white, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were chattering.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Zhao Zhijing's prestige, but he didn't expect this kind of result.

He had a mournful face and his legs were shaking violently. If Chen Yu became the chief disciple, would he be able to live a good life in the future?
The fellow disciples who had surrounded Lu Qingdu to flatter him all backed away as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, and even a few of them had squeezed into the young Yang Guo's side.

There, Yang Guo was chattering about Chen Yu's glorious deeds, how amazing his talent in martial arts was, and how hard he had been through the cold and summer.

The eyes of many young disciples who have just started are shining, and their blood is boiling with enthusiasm. They are in awe of this almost legendary uncle...

"I lost, I actually lost..." Outside the square, Zhao Zhijing sat slumped like a dustpan, muttering to himself like a bewildered man.

Suddenly his eyes were scarlet, and he picked up the sword like a madman, and stabbed at Chen Yu's neck, trying to ruin his life.

"Bastard, dare you!"

As soon as Zhao Zhijing drew his long sword, he was heavily entangled by a whisk.

Wang Chuyi descended from the sky, with a displeased face and a cold snort, his sleeves twitched, making Zhao Zhijing feel like being struck by lightning, he vomited blood, flew upside down, and hit the stone railing heavily.

"The result of today's sword debate has been determined."

Withdrawing the whisk, Wang Chu cast a contemptuous look, and said in a voice like a bell: "From today on, Zhen Zhibing will be the chief disciple of my Quanzhen Sect!"

"Meet the chief uncle!"

In the entire Baiyu Square, more than a hundred Quanzhen disciples clasped their swords together, bowed down and bowed in respect, and looked at the field with fiery eyes. The young man who has always been calm...

(End of this chapter)