The moon is bright and the wind is clear

The head of the Qingshan sect in the main hall is obviously also very relieved, and is very satisfied with him as the head disciple.

Suddenly, a voice came from a distance.

"Who said no one will compete."

He heard his voice but couldn't see him. Before everyone could react, a figure in black and strong clothes landed on the place where the disciples of the Xuanzong sect were located with extremely fast movements.

The disciples of Xuanzong sect were overjoyed, "Eldest brother, it is the elder brother who is here!"

Sikong Lang ignored Lan Xuzhi, and went straight to Hongling, "Junior Sister, Junior Brother Lu, are you alright?"

Hong Ling shook her head, and said angrily: "I was severely injured by that Lan, senior brother, you must teach that person a lesson."

Sikong Lang understood in his heart, he stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the disciples of Cangyun Sect.

This time it was the Cangyun sect disciple's turn to be stunned.

One can see that his face is like a crown of jade, his figure is tall and straight, and his imposing manner is impressive, obviously he is not someone who is waiting for nothing.

Sikong Lang looked at the peach tree next to him, and only picked off a branch at random.Cang Yun sent all the disciples to watch his actions, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Well... not bad, it's just you." Sikong said with a breezy face.

With another extremely fast movement, Sikong Langfei was about to arrive at the competition stage.

Sikong Lang stood above, another gust of wind blew by, blowing his clothes and some hair that fell down, making him extremely handsome.

Lan Xuzhi looked at him and thought to himself that this person was able to transmit his voice from a distance through internal force just now, and his skill is by no means ordinary.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency..."

"Farewell, Your Excellency, I am the head disciple Sikong Lang, let's start."

"Then... where's your weapon?"

"Here, that's it." Then he shook the peach branch in his hand.

Lan Xuzhi was puzzled, thinking what kind of nerves he was having, wouldn't he be committing suicide without a weapon?

Lan Xu smiled and said, "Your Excellency, you are joking. With the branch in your hand, I can beat you to the ground within ten strokes."

Sikong Lang still had the spring breeze blowing on his face: "That's right, good idea, I use this branch, you use your sword, how about ten strokes to decide the outcome?"

Lan Xuzhi couldn't hold back anymore, and frowned slightly: "Are you looking down on me? Don't forget that all the younger brothers and sisters in your sect are all defeated by me."

"Oh, just now on the way to the martial arts field, I drank some medicinal wine at the pharmacist's place. The taste is really unusual. This is why I wasted time. Can we start?"

Blue veins popped out on Lan Xu's forehead: "Okay, just ten strokes."

Fen Dai from the audience looked at Sikong Langjiao on the stage and said with a smile, "What an interesting handsome man."

Immediately, Lan Xuzhi condensed his internal strength and drew his sword out of its sheath, the sharp blade glowed coldly, and he drew his sword and attacked.

Sikong Lang watched the opponent's moves carefully, his expression was completely different from the hippie smile just now.

Sikong Lang Xuanshen flew into the air and drew a spiral shape on the branches, withdrawing the incoming sword energy.Lan Xu was shocked, ordinary martial arts practitioners can only dissipate the opponent's sword energy, but this person can use his own sword energy to attack himself.

Lan Xuzhi saw that the sword energy was coming very fiercely, so he had to use all his internal strength to block it with the sword, but he was still knocked back a few steps.

Lan Xuzhi saw that he might be at a disadvantage if he only used internal strength, so he raised his sword and rushed towards Sikong Lang.

Sikong Lang figured out the other party's details, and he was quite at ease.

Seeing Lan Xuzhi rushing towards him, he could only defend but not attack.

Lan Xu's sword is fierce and his moves are deadly, but Sikong Lang can easily defuse his attacks.

Suddenly, Sikong Lang stopped: "I drank some medicinal wine just now, why are you so sleepy now?" He actually closed his eyes slightly with the branches on his back, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Lan Xuzhi had never seen such a battle before, seeing that the opponent was fighting with him as if he was playing, and now he was about to fall asleep, and he was even more angry.

"You lunatic, let you sleep!"

Suddenly, while holding the sword, he exerted force secretly in his palm.

With a thrust of the sword, Sikong Lang actually fell backwards with his eyes closed, and Lan Xuzhi flew into the air.

Sikong Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, slid to the left, fell sideways on the ground, and continued to doze off.

Lan Xuzhi was stunned, she couldn't figure out what kind of kung fu the other party was using, but she could dodge it with her eyes closed.

Unwillingly, Lan Xuzhi swung his sword towards the left again, and Sikong Lang used his figure to avoid his sword by falling backwards.

Lan Xuzhi felt that she was actually being played by the other party in the applause, how could she bear this breath, she suddenly became ruthless, and gathered her inner strength again to draw a lightning-like sword energy in mid-air.

At this time, the color of the sky suddenly changed suddenly for a moment, and it was completely white.

Sikong Lang's body changed, then he got up and blocked the sword energy with his palms and peach branches.

He didn't continue to sleep, and said indignantly: "I didn't expect the big disciple of Cangyun Sect to be so cruel, what a villain."

"Since you are like this, then I will not show mercy."

Sikong Lang held both palms in front of his chest, condensed the true energy in his body, and suddenly roared: "Xuanzong Sword Art!"

I saw the zhenqi accumulating from Sikong Lang's palm to the peach branch, he turned around and quickly approached Lan Xuzhi, and with the peach branch in his hand, in the blink of an eye, the sharp blade in Lan Xu's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Sikong Lang used the peach branch to draw ripples in mid-air again, Lan Xu wanted to block with his palm force without a weapon in his hand, but he never thought that the internal force was too fierce, he couldn't resist it for a moment, and he was like a man in the next moment. Like a burden, he was shaken off the stage of the competition.

Sikong Lang also flew down to the center of the martial field under the competition stage.

Lan Xuzhi fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the handsome man in white who had been standing next to him was anxious to help him up.

Lan Xuzhi suddenly yelled, "Leave me alone, I'll get up myself!"

Lan Xuzhi stood up staggeringly.

Sikong Lang said to Lan Xuzhi: "Lan Xuzhi, you are too hostile, in fact, when I competed with you just now, your swordsmanship is already proficient, but you are too eager for success, and your kung fu pursues speed and ruthlessness. But I completely forgot that the foundation of martial arts lies in cultivating the mind. If you can’t cultivate your mind, then the foundation of your internal strength will be crumbling. It is really difficult to learn from a master."

"Hmph, if you didn't have the Xuanzong Sword Art, would you have easily defeated me?" Lan Xuzhi sneered.

"Anyway, you lost today. I just advise you as a big disciple of the four major sects, so you can do it yourself."

Lan Xuzhi didn't even look at him, just smiled coldly, then turned and left.

"Senior Brother has won, Senior Brother has won!" Immediately, Xuanzong sect disciples cheered, and some even mocked: "Aren't you Cangyun sect very arrogant? See if our senior brother can't put out your fire haha."

In the main hall, the master's close disciple asked loudly: "Are there any disciples of the Cangyun sect who have tried their swords?"

The so-called 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, just like the disciples of Xuanzong's sect just now, all the disciples of Cangyun sect have ugly faces, but seeing that their senior brothers have left, no one dares to respond.

"Then, if you try the sword today, Xuanzong's family will win."

In the main hall, Master Qingshan said to Bai Genshan: "The master disciple of your sect has extraordinary skills. Congratulations Master Bai has accepted a good apprentice."

"You're flattering me. I'm an idiot who is playful by nature, and I'm not good at it." Bai Genshan said with a slight smile.

There was another round of drumming, and the disciples of the two factions gradually dispersed amidst the rumbling sound.

After exchanging greetings with the masters of the two sects, Qing Shan smiled and said: "Since Master Bai is so kind, my sect will stay in your sect for a few more days. Master Bai, the old man will go back to rest first."

Then he turned around and left. At that moment, the head of Qingshan put away his smiling face and walked out of the martial field with a gloomy face.

Lan Xuzhi returned to her room and meditated to recuperate her inner breath, but she couldn't calm down when she thought about the humiliation she had suffered today.

Boom, boom, there was a knock on the door.

Lan Xuzhi stood up and opened the door, seeing the man in white who had been following her outside the door, she said impatiently, "What are you doing here again?"

"I see that your skill has been damaged today, so I specially found the kitchen here to make a medicinal soup for you, it should be good for your recovery..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lan Xuzhi cut off his words: "Mo Qi, what you saw in the martial arts field today, I am not very embarrassed."

"Eldest brother, you will always be the strongest in my heart. Then Sikong Lang just got the true inheritance of Baigen Mountain. When it comes to swordsmanship, he may not be able to beat you."

"But Bai Genshan passed on the most powerful sword art in his sect, but what about me? The old man Qingshan hasn't taught me his unique skill yet."

"Maybe it's because Master thinks it's not ready yet."

Suddenly, Lan Xuzhi overturned the bowl containing the medicine soup in Mo Qi's hand, and said bitterly: "Even you look down on me, right? The time will come to the fire."

Mo Qi was so frightened that he took a big step back, he didn't dare to vent his anger, he just let Lan Xu vent his anger.

Lan Xuzhi looked at the pale-faced Mo Qi, and calmed down again: "I'm going to rest." Then the door was closed heavily.

Mo Qi showed pain, so he had no choice but to pick up the broken bowl on the ground and retreat.

There was another knock on the door, and Lan Xu was furious. When she opened the door and was about to get angry, she saw her master standing outside the door.

"Master." Lan Xuzhi said respectfully.

"I can clearly see the situation between you and Sikong Lang today."

Lan Xuzhi had a gloomy face, with vicious eyes.

"Why, you still don't accept the loss. Sikong Lang is a martial arts prodigy, it's normal that you can't compare to him."

"But he has the Xuanzong sword formula." Lan Xuzhi refused to accept it.

"Even without the Xuanzong Sword Art, he can still defeat you, not to mention that he has only reached the fifth level."

"Master, when will you pass on the Cangyun sect's secret knowledge to me?"

"Why don't you understand that even if you pass on the secret knowledge of your sect, you can't beat Sikong Lang. Your internal strength is not enough."

Lan Xuzhi clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Next, you need to continue to cultivate your inner strength and mind. If you get the method, I will pass on the Wuying magic skill created by your ancestor master, and you may be able to defeat Sikong Lang in a few years.

Years later... he still has a few more years to consume.

"But don't be discouraged. Although you lost today, Sikong Lang may not succeed in electing the leader of the White Dao."

Lan Xu remained silent.

"Although Sikong Lang is a prodigy in martial arts, but his temperament is unstable, he is definitely not someone who can lead the heroes of the world. So, you still have a chance. Now, you should know how to do it."

Lan Xuzhi said: "Yes, Master."

"Well, the teacher will try his best to help you, don't let the teacher down."

Qingshan walked out of the door, Lan Xuzhi stared at the door viciously.

Years?Hehe, I will not foolishly practice internal strength for several years, old man Qingshan, Sikong Lang, you just wait and see.