Advise Qingshan

Early the next morning, Wen Xing gave a lecture on stage.

Ye Jue was almost there with Wen Xing. He looked up and felt that the place where Wen Xing was kneeling was familiar. Only then did he realize that his golden seat carved with dragons and phoenixes had been floating directly above the arena for 80 years. , the pure gold seat was leveled, leaving a base floating in the air, still shining dazzlingly under the sun.

——It hurts the eyes very much.

Ye Zhuo spread out on the seat, looked at the golden light above his head in despair, and thought to himself, "It means that Wen Xing's aura can overwhelm this chair."

There was nothing to talk about in the lecture, Ye Zhu knew it all clearly, and he started to stare at Wen Xingshen openly after listening to it, so he called it serious listening to the class.

During the period, he also heard someone scolding his disciples, "Look at other people's seriousness, you know why others can be the disciples of immortal emperors, but you can't?"

Ye Zhuo was sitting next to him, more and more people recognized him, and the team tended to develop towards him, Ye Zhu estimated the time, and simply turned around to watch Jian Qing's match.

On the right side where the field entered the field, someone opened a gambling handicap, and a wooden board was placed on it, with the names and games of all the participants written on it.Ye Zhuo looked at the sign, Jian Qing's odds were ridiculously high.He walked over, just in time to hear someone yelling, "Xie Yangli wins, I'll press another five high-grade spirit stones."

Xie Yangli was the one Jian Qing drew.

Five high-grade spirit stones may not be a big deal to the former Chongning Immortal Lord, but they are a huge sum of money to ordinary disciples. Ye Zhuo raised his hand and patted that person's shoulder, saying strangely, "Fellow Daoist, that Jian Qing Xiaodao Long cultivation base is not bad, I entered Xiaquan inner sect early, why do you all bet on that fellow Daoist Xie?"

The disciple wearing the costume of the South China Sea Sword Sect sighed, "I can't help it. It's also that Jian Qing Xiaodao Master was unlucky. Naturally, he won the draw from the small sect, but he just got Xie Yangli in the first draw."

Ye Zhuo asked, "Who is Xie Yangli?"

The disciple next to him was taken aback, "You don't know Xie Yangli?"

Immortals and below are all ants, Ye Zhuo really doesn't know Xie Yangli, he humbly asks for advice, "To be honest, I just came out of the mountain with little knowledge, I wonder if you can enlighten me, who is this Xie Yangli?"

The disciple shook his head, looking as if he could not carve out rotten wood. Obviously, he regarded Ye Zhuo as someone who had no experience in a small sect, and pointed at him.

The seat floating in the air asked him, "Does the one above know you?"

Ye Zhuo raised his eyes and saw the shining golden Wen Xing above him. He said honestly, "I know, the elder Xuesong from Xiaquan. Is this Xie Yangli related to the elder Xuesong?"

The human said, "It's a big relationship. That elder is called Wen Xing. This Xie Yangli is called 'Little Wen Xing'"

Ye Zhuo "..."

He sighed for a while, "Xie Yangli's talent is terrifying, and he may not be inferior to Elder Wen. We all said that if he was born more than ten years earlier, the position of Xianjun's first apprentice may not necessarily be Elder Wen!"

"...Oh" Ye Jue's expression was indifferent, he asked "This 'Little Wenxing', how old is he now, what cultivation level?"

The man had a look of admiration, "I haven't reached the crown yet, but I've reached the third realm of Cloud Taying Palace."

Tayun Palace is a great realm below Shenxuan. It comes from "hunting and rectifying wind sleeves, intending to step into the cloud palace", which means that monks have just glimpsed the divine realm and are temporarily a passer-by in the fairy house, but one day they may enter the hall and enter the master cloud palace.

This realm is unattainable in the eyes of ordinary monks. To Ye Zhuo, he could barely see it. It was probably a bit higher than Jian Qing, and similar to Jian Bai. Bit 'Little Wen Xing' a big realm.

Ye Zhuao said, "As far as I know, Elder Xue Song has already broken the Divine Profound Realm at his age."

The man clicked his tongue, "Elder Xuesong is possessed by a demon. Of course, his demonic cultivation has increased rapidly, thanks to the kindness of the immortal..."

Ye Zhuo interrupted him, "The Immortal Lord is not kind, and the Immortal Lord just likes him."

The man was extremely disdainful, and he said in surprise, "What do you know..." But before Ye Zhu could finish speaking, he brushed his hand away and went to the stage.

Before he got close, he heard the violent clash of swords.

When Ye Zhuo went in, he saw Jian Bai in the stands. He sat next to Jian Bai, and Jian Qing happened to be hiding underneath. His clothes were cut several times, and blood was seeping in some places. Bai, the man on the opposite side had a straight face, he held a red long sword, and his black robe was trimmed with gold, which was awe-inspiring.

Ye Zhuo asked, "What's the matter?"

Jian Bai stared at the bottom without blinking, "After a hundred moves, Jian Qing is no match for him."

Ye Zhuo asked, "Are you worried?"

Jian Bai said, "It's not that it's not, it's just that I'm a little flustered, Jian Qing should be fine to protect herself."

He shook his head, "I don't know why, this Xie Yangli, I think he's a bit strange."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Yangli suddenly raised his sword and swooped down. Jian Qing hastily lowered his horizontal sword to block it, but Xie Yangli's sword seemed to be extremely heavy, and there was a loud bang, followed by smoke and dust, Ye Zhu frowned, but Jian Qing was sent flying, smashing a corner of the stand.

Xie Yangli did not attack again, but stood on the spot, with the point of his sword pointing down, he saluted very politely, and his voice spread throughout the audience with his spiritual power, "Fellow Daoist Jian, how old am I, you can't beat me with this one!" Well, it’s better to admit defeat.”

There was silence.Through the smoke and dust, it seemed that Jian Qing got up again.

Ye Zhu frowned, "He won't admit defeat? This is a game that must be defeated. If we continue to fight, we may hurt the root cause. It will take a long time."

Jane Bai clenched her teeth.

Xie Yangli shook his head and sighed, "Why bother, Fellow Daoist."

He actually stopped his sword and waited for Jian Qing for a moment. He was still courteous to the younger generation at this time, which is really a gentleman. Many people in the stands cast admiring glances.

The smoke and dust hadn't cleared away, and the corner of the venue was blurred. Xie Yangli kicked his side leg to the ground, and raised his sword again to charge towards Jian Qing. Jian Qing was obviously weak and couldn't dodge. With a sound, the hilt of the sword was released, and the whole person rushed forward.

Jian Bai stood up abruptly, "Jian Qing! Admit defeat!"

The figure swayed several times in the smoke and dust, but never said a word.

Ye Jue stared coldly at the two dodging figures, and said, "Strange."

Although he couldn't see clearly, Xie Yangli was always in the upper hand. Jian Qing's dodge was extremely embarrassing.

Ye Zhuo said to himself, "How do I look at it, he doesn't seem to admit defeat?" He frowned into a small triangle, and slowly stood up, seeing that the giant sword had already touched Jian Qing's neck, Jian Qing rolled over and sat on his knees Unable to get up on the ground, Jian Bai stomped anxiously, "Jian Qing! You have to admit defeat!"

There was a small human voice on the field, which was completely covered by the clanging of swords and swords.

There was another loud bang, and Xie Yangli's epee brushed against Jian Qing again and slammed into the stone platform, stirring up countless gravel and dust. Jian Qing knelt down on one knee and grabbed the long sword from the side. Colliding with the oncoming red sword, Xie Yangli turned sideways and flew Jian Qing's sword again. Jian Qing retreated half a step in embarrassment, but Xie Yangli's sword was extremely fast. It seemed to penetrate Jian Qing's abdomen.

Everyone on the field held their breath.

But there was a collision of swords, followed by a tragic cry of pain. Suddenly, an extremely bright half-arc sword burst out from the gray arena, cutting a path through the smoke and dust. Everyone saw figures passing by and smashing straight When he got to the other side of the arena, he looked intently, but it was Xie Yangli, who was still invincible just now, and now he made a huge human-shaped pit on the stone wall, which was a match for Jian Qing's miserable.

Ye Zhuo stepped downstairs and bowed to the arbitration.

This arbitration is a long-haired piano repairman from Nanhuaiqin Pavilion, who also half-stands up at this moment. Ye Zhu just said that the sword light was left by countless people in the world, and it is enough to use it with the strength of Shenxuan. He frowned Said, "Who is your Excellency, why did you join the disciple competition for no reason?"

Ye Zhu casually tossed aside the red giant sword held by his fingertips, as easily as throwing away trash.

He held a spell in the palm of his hand and handed it to Jian Qing when he got up, then turned around, looked at the referee politely, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, when my nephew was learning the law, You can’t use the sound reinforcement array, I’m afraid he’ll howl and you won’t hear me, we left a meditation talisman, he did tell me just now that he wants to admit defeat, I see the situation is critical, so I have no choice but to make this decision.”

Jian Qing hid behind Ye Zhuo and nodded tremblingly.

Ye Zhuo lazily talked to Xie Yangli, he just bowed his body slightly, and said with a smile, "The meditation talisman in Jian Qing's hand is the proof."

Meditation talisman was used by disciples who went out to ask for help from the elders in the family in the era when talismans were prevalent. They could send messages with a single thought, without needing to speak. More importantly, the content in the talisman could be read. The spell injected spiritual power, and sure enough, three large characters "I admit defeat" appeared in midair.

Nanhuaiqin Pavilion is not considered a big school, and Qin Xiuben didn't want to offend Xiaquan Palace. Seeing that Ye Zhuo's explanation was barely reasonable, he planned to expose it.

He even returned the salute to Ye Zhuoyi from afar, complimenting him, "I haven't visited Xiaquan for a long time, and I didn't know that there was such a young high-level practitioner in Xiaquan. Who, what is the title?"

Ye Zhuo stood in the middle of the arena, he was already slender, he was usually too lazy to tell, but at this time he deliberately held it up, showing his brilliance and his bones.

He arched his hands and said with a smile, "It's not an elder. His surname is Ye Mingzhuo, and he has no title."

He didn't look at the astonished or doubtful faces on the field, he helped Jian Qing to the edge of the field, but saw two half-moon arcs of sword light flashing across the air, the moment Jian Qing saw Jian Bai He threw himself on his brother's back and began to cry, not caring that there were people watching, but Wen Xing took a quick look at Ye Zhuo to make sure he was not injured, and said, "What's wrong?"

Ye Zhuo turned his head and glanced at Xie Yangli who was being framed, "If Xie Yangli can't get up for a few days, he will definitely not get up.

He turned his head and said, "It's nothing, I think there is something wrong with Xie Yangli, you can check him."

"Ah."

Jian Qing was obviously extremely wronged, stuck in Jian Bai's arms, crying out of breath.

Jian Bai patted his head, lowered his voice, and sighed, "I just refused to admit defeat, that's it."

Jian Qing sobbed, "I...I can't say, there is a problem with the spiritual power on that field."

Ye Zhuo said, "I think it's normal for you to fight, just because you can't use amplification-like spells?"

The arena is full of swords and swords, and the place is huge. Without spiritual power, no one can hear who is speaking clearly. If you block them to prevent others from admitting defeat, you are afraid that your opponent will be seriously injured all the way.

Ye Zhuo paused, and comforted him, "Wait, this guy will definitely be able to enter the inner game, and then my brother and I will help you beat him."

Hearing this, Jian Bai folded his arms, looked at Ye Zhuo worriedly, and stopped talking, "Senior, you..."

Ye Zhuo guessed it too, it was nothing more than asking him how a sword cultivator who can't eat anything and wait to die just swung the sword like that just now, Ye Jue couldn't answer, he glanced at his face quickly, and saw Wen Xing standing where he was , I went to push him, the more guilty he was, the more anxious he spoke, and he said with a guilty conscience, "Have you finished class, then come over halfway, let's go."

Elder Xuesong cooperated very well and was dragged away by him.

Wen Xing explained that he postponed the class and insisted on taking Ye Zhu back. Ye Ju stood on the flying sword and hugged Wen Xing's waist from behind, feeling even more guilty.

He couldn't see Wen Xing's face from behind, so he asked secretly, "What did you see?"

Wen Xing paused for a while, and then said, "I didn't see anything." He lowered his eyes, "I heard that something is not going well for Jian Qing, let me take a look."

Ye Zhuo let out a long sigh of relief. He sat cross-legged on the hilt of his sword, and said, "In my impression, the Tianshan Sword School has always been a decent school, and I don't know what happened this time."

Wen Xingdao: "I don't know, but it's true that my faction hasn't interacted with him for a long time. It's a formation that suppresses only one spell... I haven't heard of it either. Maybe I need to ask two more people."

Ye Zhuo propped his head and hummed.

They were talking here, so Jianfei was very slow. Jian Bai followed up with Jian Qing. The child was frightened just now, but now he was comforted. After a sigh of relief, he was still blushing His eyes were talking to Ye Zhuo. Seeing Ye Juo's casual posture and sniffling his nose, he couldn't help but stepped forward and reminded him in a low voice.

"Senior, don't sit like this anymore, this is disrespect for the sword, and the elders will be unhappy."

In order to avoid Wen Xing's hearing, he kept his voice very low. Ye Zhuo was still thinking about Moxiu and Tianshan Sword Sect, but he couldn't hear clearly for a while, "Huh?"

Wen Xing turned around, "It's nothing." He even asked, "Are you sitting on the hilt of your sword?"

Ye Zhuo was taken aback, "It's okay."

Wen Xing said, "Then you sit down."

Jian Qing stared at them blankly, and suddenly began to wipe his eyes again. Ye Ju got up in a hurry and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Jian Qing sniffed, and complained, "My brother never let me sit on his sword, not even once, and he chased me away when I sat on—" He pursed his mouth, as if he was about to cry again

Jian Baihei's face flew over, and said coldly, "Come up and sit."

They flew away quickly.