Brother thinks I'm too silly, what should I do?

The two officially started, and they were silent for a while.

Xiao Zeming's accompanying sword is named Han Chi, it is a good sword, it is a spirit sword guarded by ancient spirit beasts, it has a strong background.

Of course, there is a sword kiln behind the ancient spirit beast, so he is not the only sword with a strong background, and Fu Nanqiao's Huaping is also from the same source.

As soon as Han Chi came out, the surrounding air was tainted with cold, and everyone shivered and gasped.

They smacked their tongues and raised their eyebrows.

Qin Fen was also so frightened that his legs trembled, and he refused to go forward with his sword.

Fu Nanqiao shook his head, "How did he get to the semi-finals?"

Luo Chen's lips hooked, with a hint of an uncertain smile.

Xiao Zeming lost his patience and raised his sword to attack.

When everyone thought that Qin Fen was going to be defeated by a single blow, Qin Fen raised his hands, and at the same time moved to the left, he did not forget to instill spiritual power into the spirit sword, and returned a blow while dodging.

Fu Nanqiao laughed, "He's quite opportunistic."

Xiao Zeming naturally understood his little junior brother, he curled his lips into a smile, and said softly, "Not bad."

Qin Fen was happy to be praised, and his fight became more vigorous.

Xiao Zeming deliberately released water, and several times he had the opportunity to hit him, but he just refused to attack.

Fu Nanqiao clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Elder brother, you learn from others and treat your junior brother better, or I will really be transferred."

"Get out now."

Xiao Zeming raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Qin Fen who was walking wrong and disorderly in front of him. The reason why he could enter the semi-finals was inseparable from his dazzling swordsmanship. It means speed, shortening the speed of the sword, disrupting the sword technique.

Although Qin Fen is stupid, he has never given up on practicing martial arts. Over the years, few people can beat him by relying on his ability to opportunistically.

When Han Chi struck out, Qin Fen's sword was very fast, Xiao Zeming rolled his eyes, stepped forward, turned slightly, hooked Qin Fen's leg with his leg, his feet were unstable, Qin Fen fell backwards, Xiao Zeming grabbed his arm, came coldly, and stood on his neck.

Xiao Zeming smiled, "Whoever said that our little junior is stupid, and opportunism is considered a talent."

Qin Fen stood up, the corners of his eyes turned red, "Thank you, Third Senior Brother, for your enlightenment."

Xiao Zeming patted his head and smiled, "Keep working hard."

Fu Nanqiao sighed, "It seems that this little junior is very sad."

Luo Chen snorted, "Pity yourself, you may not even beat him."

Fu Nanqiao lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

In fact, saying that I don't care about my cultivation is all a lie. Who doesn't want to be a genius praised by everyone, what's more, if Fu Nanqiao doesn't suppress his demonic energy, he may not be much worse than Luo Chen. It's a pity that he is false. Speaking of which, he was also disappointed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Luo Chen felt a little uncomfortable, so he changed the subject, "Who do you think will win the next game?"

Fu Nanqiao's long legs were half-curled wantonly, and he regained his expression, "Xiao Zeming."

Seeing him mentioning Xiao Zeming's radiant look, Luo Chen suddenly didn't want to speak.

Fu Nanqiao was aroused, but he refused to let go, "Brother, let's take a gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Little Badger Badger!"

"Don't even think about it."

Fu Nanqiao moved to Luo Chen's side again, "Then I lost the bet and pulled out one of Master's hair."

——Master is really a dangerous profession.

"No gambling."

Seeing that his expression was indifferent, Fu Nanqiao moved aside, "I'm so cowardly."

Sure enough, Luo Chen's eyes moved, and he said, "Gambling."

Before Xin Zhuo came on stage, he wanted to talk to Xiao Zeming, but Xiao Zeming disappeared as soon as he got on stage, and he didn't see him coming until the opening.

Xin Zhuo shook his head helplessly, "Junior Brother, you are hiding from me."

Xiao Zeming's eyes were full of smiles, "I don't hide from senior brother, so why not wait for senior brother to discuss with me about retiring?"

Fu Nanqiao originally wanted to talk to Xiao Zeming, but he was nowhere to be seen, so when he came back, he met the two of them face to face. Fortunately, he overheard their words, and was very embarrassed at this moment.

Xiao Zeming frowned slightly, and winked at Fu Nanqiao.

——What are you walking around when you have nothing to do!

——I'm going to find you!

Xin Zhuo chuckled, "I heard it when I heard it, why is my junior staring at him?"

Xiao Zeming withdrew his gaze, "Let's go, brother, the show is about to begin."

Fu Nanqiao waited for the two of them before running back.

Luo Chen drank his tea and glanced at Fu Nanqiao who was running over.

Fu Nanqiao sat next to him and said in a low voice, "Brother, is Senior Brother Fu Qiudao not as simple and honest as he appears?"

"Unfamiliar."

Fu Nanqiao turned his head to look at Xin Zhuo, feeling uneasy in his heart—is he going to persuade Xiao Zeming to retire?

The two people on the stage were full of momentum, Xiao Zeming held his hands coldly, and did not budge.

At the beginning of the technique, the spiritual power of the swords of the two people will increase greatly, but after a while, dozens of moves have passed. Although the level of the two people's skills is a level behind, Xiao Zeming is not weak at all. On the contrary, after a few moves, he has a bit of an advantage momentum.

Luo Chen glanced at him, seeing Fu Nanqiao's rapt attention, and thought it was a bit funny. When others came on stage, he chatted nonsense without a moment's rest. Once Xiao Zeming came on stage, he didn't even bother to complain.

Han Chi's sword intent was sharp, and his skills were greatly increased. The coldness made Xin Zhuo's movements a little slow, and he was worthy of the Golden Core Stage Dzogchen.

With a small step, a spirit attacked from bottom to top, Xin Zhuo lowered his eyes slightly, the spiritual power poured into his legs, the tingling sensation meandered upwards, he half-kneeled on the ground, and cried out in pain.

Xiao Zeming frowned, looking very angry.

For a moment, everyone sighed, some said that the name of the senior brother of the noble sect was not worthy of the name, and some praised Xiao Zeming's hidden secrets, but they did not say that Xin Zhuo let the water go.

Feng Chi looked at it, and couldn't help clicking his tongue, "This water is released, it's really wonderful."

Fu Nanqiao suddenly realized that Xin Zhuo deliberately let the water go, so what he heard just now was that Xin Zhuo was discussing with Xiao Zeming that he was going to retire!

Fu Nanqiao turned his head to look at the head of Xiu Ran. At this time, he was frowning, and he could clearly see that he was releasing water.

He knows the background of his apprentice best. Feng Chi only occasionally watched Xin Zhuo practice martial arts, and he could tell that this was not his strength. As his master, how could he not see it?

Fu Nanqiao used to think that desolation was the most harmonious faction, but now he thinks that Fuqiu Island is also quite harmonious. In the extremely serious martial arts competition, they actually gave in to each other.

Xiao Zeming walked over, grabbed Xin Zhuo's collar, forced me to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Brother, are you looking down on me?"

Fu Nanqiao looked at Xiao Zeming's slightly trembling body, "Xiao Zeming is angry."

Luo Chen next to him snorted, "Are you going to coax?"

"..."

The shattered hair covering Xiao Zeming's forehead was slightly moved by the wind. At this time, he was holding the elder brother's neck tightly, his eyes were filled with gloom.

Xin Zhuo raised his hand and untied his broken hair.

The people under the stage "..."

Fu Nanqiao said in surprise, "Ah, what are you doing?!"

He only heard Xin Zhuo say something in his ear, the next moment, Xiao Zeming let go of Xin Zhuo, Xin Zhuo smiled, turned around and bowed to everyone.

"I surrender."

It was full of sighs, there was everything to say, there was no flaw in this wave of water, and no one said that Xiao Zeming was wrong, he made a name, won the game, all benefits are harmless, it's just that he is a senior brother. I got nothing, but got a title that is not worthy of the name.

Fu Nanqiao was particularly puzzled.

Luo Chen also didn't understand "You may not lose, why should you admit defeat?"

"Xiao Zeming was also angry that Xin Zhuo released the water, obviously he didn't force it."

Luo Chen nodded and drank his tea, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, "This doesn't count as your victory."

Fu Nanqiao turned her head back, looked at his calm appearance after playing tricks, and was dissatisfied with "Why?"

"Before the game, I never said that I would admit defeat."

"You are fooling."

"No."

"Have."

"No."

"The Wuxuan sect master meeting is over, the young sect master Xiao Zeming!"

The people in the audience chattered happily, congratulatory words came out endlessly, Fu Nanqiao stopped arguing with Luo Chen, and turned to look at Xiao Zeming.

At this time, the Bliss Gate, who had the least eyesight, said, "Now it's time for us to fight Yi Chen and Desolation?"

The head of Xiu Ran chuckled, glanced at Feng Chi, Feng Chi nodded, and then he turned his head and said, "Then let's start."

A string in Fu Nanqiao's mind collapsed tightly, and he became nervous for Luo Chen.

"Little Junior Brother."

"Huh?" Fu Nanqiao helped Luo Chen tidy his clothes, and raised his head to look at him upon hearing this.

"Let you see how senior brother is invincible and invincible."

Fu Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat, and inexplicable emotions surged into her heart.

Feng Chi patted Luo Chen on the shoulder, "Nephew, don't embarrass Cang Liang."

"Don't worry, uncle."

Fu Nanqiao also said, "Brother, come on."

Luo Chen nodded, turned and walked over.

Zhang Yichen's clothes are even more enchanting today, and his figure is slim and graceful, which really makes people get goosebumps all over his body.

Luo Chen's sword was named Yu Qi, and it belonged to Yao Yuchuan, the head of Cangliang's previous generation. Later, the head was promoted, so he passed this sword down, and now it has passed into Luo Chen's hands.

Yu Qi is a wooden sword, but it is more indestructible than any iron weapon. When there are grasses and trees around him, he can use both spells and techniques.

Zhang Yichen didn't hold a matching sword, and walked up with bare hands. Fu Nanqiao moved to the side of the wind pool, and said softly, "Could it be that he has practiced other techniques, so he is not worthy of a sword?"

Feng Chi smiled, and instead spoke for Zhang Yichen, "Who said that disciples of Xianmen must wear swords?"

There was an unpredictable smile on Zhang Yichen's face, and he tilted his head slightly to look at him. For a moment, Fu Nanqiao suddenly felt that the remaining bit of masculinity had been used up.

Different from Xiao Zeming's coldness, the harsh chill he brings makes people around him tremble, while Luo Chen's Yu Qi is gentle, like being in a gentle town, even a very murderous person can bear it. Can't help but drop three points.

With Yu Qi's sword energy, the deep blue meanders and stretches. Luo Chen wears white clothes with cloud pattern tattooed on them. The blue and white hair band on his head is slightly fluttered by the wind. Attracted by the sword energy, he spun a few times in the air before landing under Luo Chen's body.

Like a banished fairy.

Zhang Yichen originally had hostile eyes, but he couldn't help looking at the young man in his eyes at this moment, he forgot for a moment that they were going to fight, the master Yun Nan coughed, and Zhang Yichen was relieved just now.

Fu Nanqiao raised her eyebrows, "Even Zhang Yichen was attracted by my senior brother's beauty."

Feng Chi was also very proud, "Your uncle was very beautiful when he was young, but now he is really inferior compared to his disciples."

Fu Nanqiao chuckled, the head of Fengchi was away for the past few days, and he couldn't do without Master Lingyao, Fu Nanqiao's ears felt callused.