Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

Bai Jing's opponent in the first round was a junior in the Qi refining period.

This junior brother is younger than him, and he looks like he has just entered the school for two or three years, and he is even shorter than him by a head, and he is still a little bit small.

Xiaobudian didn't have a weapon, but when he was about to go on stage, the brother standing next to him gave him a small wooden dagger to hold as a weapon.

The little dagger is now being held in Xiao BuDian's hand, as if holding a life-saving straw.He looked at Bai Jing with apprehension, and there was no sign of being bribed by Sun Youwei.

If you can't see it, you can't see it, but Bai Jing will not take him lightly.

So when the elder gave an order to indicate the start of the competition, Bai Jing held the sword in both hands, bowed to the little one, and said: "Junior brother, please enlighten me."

"Brother, please enlighten me."

Xiao BuDian still had a nervous expression on his face, and when he saw this, he hurriedly returned the salute, and clenched the little dagger in his hand even tighter.

Bai Jing didn't talk nonsense, and didn't delay, he stepped forward with the wooden sword in his hand, raised the sword forward, and picked it lightly——

"Snapped!"

A slightly dull voice sounded, and the little dagger in Xiaobudian's hand was dropped to the ground.

Xiao Budian couldn't react, blinked several times, and then looked down at the little dagger in front of his feet in a daze.

"..."

The disciples of the outer sect who were watching from the audience couldn't hold it back, and showed a horrible expression at the same time.

Although Bai Jing is already a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his cultivation level is much higher than yours, there is no need for you to be so weak, right?No matter how you have to resist and resist, show your mighty and unyielding character, how can you be picked out of the weapon so quickly?

The senior who gave the little one a weapon even turned his eyes away, unable to bear to look any further.

Bai Jing didn't give Xiao Budian time to recover.

He took another two steps forward, and touched the little boy's body with the wooden sword. The latter suddenly felt a strong force rushing towards his face, causing his body to lean back involuntarily, and at the same time, his feet also retreated.

After taking a few steps, Xiao BuDian fell off the competition platform.

The platform was half a zhang higher than the ground, but a senior brother quickly reached out to catch it, so that the little one would not fall on all fours.

"Thank you, senior brother." The little boy stood firm, thanked his senior brother who caught him, and then cupped his hands on the stage, "Senior brother Bai is so good, and my junior brother is convinced that he lost."

He said it sincerely, without any malice, and the elder directly announced that Bai Jing had won this round of competition.

Bai Jing came down from the stage, looked towards Sun Youwei, and saw that Sun Youwei had also finished the competition and was coming off the stage with a happy face.

Xu Shi noticed Bai Jing's gaze, and Sun Youwei turned his head to look over. The two looked at each other for only a moment. Sun Youwei showed a sinister smile, then opened his mouth, and said something silently.

Can't kill you.

After reading his words, Bai Jing's expression remained unchanged, he looked away indifferently, and went to the side to wait for the second round of competition to start.

Because the big competition of outer sect disciples only let those who have cultivated to the foundation building stage go through the motions, it is of no benefit to rank behind them, and it is also of no benefit to those who are in the qi refining stage, so the first round of competition did not take long, and it ended soon.

After waiting for a while, the battle list for the second round of competition was released. Bai Jing went over to see that this time his opponent was still a Qi refiner.

Same as the first round of competition, Bai Jing unintentionally picked off the opponent's weapon, and then picked the opponent off the stage, winning without any suspense.

Over there, Sun Youwei also won.

Then came the battle list for the third round of competition.

This time, the opponent is no longer Qi Refining, but Foundation Establishment.

Bai Jing looked at the others, all of them were building foundations, and there were not many left for Qi refining.

After waiting under the stage for about half an hour, the sky was getting late, and when the sun was setting, it was finally Bai Jing's turn to take the stage.

After he went up, his opponent also stood still on the stage at the same time.

Both of them seemed to be beginners in foundation building, except for a little difference in age, there was not much difference in realm, and the weapons in their hands were also wooden swords, so it could be said that they were evenly matched.

The number of onlookers gradually increased, and luckily it was Sun Youwei, one of the few Qi refiners, who also ended the competition early and came to watch the battle.

After seeing the two people saluting each other on the stage, their eyes were all solemn, and the atmosphere on the stage changed immediately.

The air suddenly became stagnant at this moment, and the two seemed to regard each other as real opponents, and at the same time they raised their swords forward and stabbed each other for the first time.

"boom!"

As if hitting straight, the two wooden swords were facing each other, making a lot of noise.

Both of them have only recently learned advanced swordsmanship, and everyone expected that their understanding of swordsmanship should be about the same.

Little did they know that Bai Jing was already familiar with all kinds of swordsmanship, but at this moment it was a good time to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and with Sun Youwei watching the battle below, he pretended not to be comfortable, deliberately deflecting the tip of the sword a little.

Coincidentally, the opponent didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and also deviated from the tip of the sword.

The same deviation caused the two wooden swords to face each other, and no one took advantage of the other.

At this moment, Bai Jing couldn't help thinking, could it be that this person was arranged by Sun Youwei?

After thinking about it again, no, if it was arranged by Sun Youwei, he should not hide his true strength as soon as he came up, but should directly suppress him completely, disrupt his rhythm, and tell him to get injured as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Bai Jing withdrew his sword, pinched the sword formula with his left hand, and moved forward with a move of "exploring the sea" with his right hand. At first glance, he looked menacing and mighty.

Even though he didn't use his sword energy, his attack was still the same as when he used his sword energy.

Seeing that the elders commented: "This son is good at swordsmanship."

Another elder who was attracted heard this and nodded his head: "It's really rare for an outer sect to have such a talent."

Sun Youwei next to him listened, squinted his eyes, thinking about something in his mind, but watched the battle more seriously on the face.

In the stands, there was a faint sound of bitter wind following Bai Jing's sword, forcing the opponent to raise his sword to block, and then took advantage of the situation to change his moves and start to counterattack.

Seeing that the other party's wrist turned, Bai Jing's sword was pushed back, and then the wooden sword was lifted up, stabbing towards Bai Jing, there was a slight force on the sword, and a little sword energy was used. I don't know how much stronger this counterattack is than the previous temptation.

The surrounding disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage couldn't help but secretly compare whether they would be injured and how to resist this move if they were to face it.

Against the backdrop of sword energy, the unsharp wooden sword tip is like a real spirit sword, and the air will be split.

Bai Jing's expression became more serious, and he immediately drew back, and without thinking about it, he used the first move in "Ye Lai Feng Yu Sword Art", Chun Xiaoye.

"Yelai Wind and Rain Sword Art" is divided into four styles, Chunxiaoye, Chunxiaolai, Chunxiaofeng, Chunxiaoyu.

Right now, Bai Jing is using the first style of Chunxiaoye, and it feels like nightfall. A dark color that is clearly visible to the naked eye appears from his sword, and then spreads rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the entire martial arts arena is covered by this dark color, even the setting sun It can't even illuminate the scene.

If you're not on stage, you can't see any changes in the dark, and the surrounding audience can only guess based on their voices.

First, there was a heavy bang, the sound of two wooden swords clashing.

Secondly, "cracking" and "thumping", the two wooden swords were moving at a very fast speed.

There was another "snap", and someone hit the opponent's body with the wooden sword.

Then there was a "click", whose wooden sword was broken?

Finally, there was a loud "bang", and someone fell to the ground!

With the sound of the last voice, the darkness on the stage gradually faded away, and everyone looked anxiously, and saw that the person who had broken his sword and fell to the ground was unexpectedly Bai Jing.

This situation made the elders a little surprised: "Ye Lai's wind and rain swordsmanship, can't you resist it?"

Another elder said in a deep voice: "He was too eager for success and lost the opportunity. It is not a big deal that the Chunxiaoye he used in a hurry was cracked."

"indeed."

Having said that, the battle on stage is not over yet.

With only half of the wooden sword left in his hand, Bai Jing stood up with his strength, panting and looked at the person opposite.

Judging from his state, the spring Xiaoye style just now has already made him a little bit exhausted.

But he refused to admit defeat, and seemed very stubborn. After a while, holding the half wooden sword, he used the second style of "Ye Lai Feng Yu Sword Art", Chun Xiao Lai.

Chunmian doesn't know dawn, and I hear birds everywhere.

The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.

The spring breeze is coming, the birds are coming, and the flowers are also coming.

In the soft and warm spring breeze, the phantom shadows of birds and flowers could be faintly seen on the half of the wooden sword.

The birds were playing among the flowers in the wind, and their constantly flapping wings would have been scattered at the touch of a touch, but it happened to cause a strong wind on the stage!

The gust of wind suddenly rose, and the spring breeze that was still extremely gentle just now turned into a hurricane that could crush everything. As Bai Jing moved forward with a sword, the gust of wind and the hurricane blended together, and swept away towards the person facing him!

"Wow—"

There was a loud noise, and the figure on the opposite side was instantly swallowed up.

After using this spring dawn, Bai Jing's back bent sharply, and he almost fell down.

He tried his best to stand there, panted and looked over, and saw that the wind gradually stopped, the figure was lying on the stage, the clothes on his body were torn by the wind, and he couldn't get up no matter what .

In the end, I could only hear the other party say: "I admit defeat."

Bai Jing won with difficulty.

With a big sigh of relief, Bai Jing shook his body, and when he stabilized, Fang bent down to pick up the other half of the wooden sword, then cupped his hands at the elder and the people around him, and then slowly stepped off the stage.

When he was about to walk out of the crowd, Sun Youwei came over.

"I thought you were so powerful." Sun Youwei looked at him mockingly, "Now it seems that it's nothing more than that."

Bai Jing didn't speak, but pursed his bloodless lips, walked around him, and walked straight forward.

Waiting to stay out of the sight of everyone, Bai Jing, who had just looked slumped and couldn't straighten his waist, seemed to be a different person immediately, his face was no longer slumped, and his waist straightened.

He walked briskly, weighed the wooden sword that had been cut in two in his hand, smiled indifferently, then took out the little fox from his sleeve, and kissed the little furry head several times.

"Fanfan, did I perform well today? Do you have any rewards for me?"