When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

Qiu Zhengming won two games in a row, the crowd applauded, Wang Xuan was locked up for a month, now Qiu Zhengming has another group of younger brothers, some handing handkerchiefs, some carrying spiritual fruits, and carrying tables with them The chair waiter held him up to the sky.

He didn't consume much spiritual power in the first two matches, and after eating a Holy Spirit Pill, he was even more fearless in the match against Zheng Shengling. After drinking water and wiping off his sweat, he slowly stepped onto the arena, not giving Zheng Shengling a chance at all. Put it in your eyes.

"Junior Brother." He wiped his hands, raised the end of his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "How is your injury? Can you still walk?"

The words, which were obviously concerned, were extremely mocking and responsive when they came out of his mouth.

Zheng Shengling sneered, "It hurts a bit, but it's okay to hit you."

Qiu Zhengming's expression was slightly distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "...Is that so, then I have to ask my junior brother to show mercy."

After finishing his voice, he turned his head and shouted, "Why don't you start yet!"

Qiu Zhengming is the most beloved disciple of Elder Qi Xuan's sect, and Zheng Shengling is the elder's own son. Neither party is easy to offend. Laugh, "... yes."

Gongs and drums sounded.

In the sixth game, the finals of the Nascent Soul stage officially kicked off.

Qiu Zhengming had figured out Zheng Shengling's injury a long time ago, knowing that he mainly relied on Fenghuo, before the gongs and drums started, he could take whatever he wanted to eat the Holy Spirit Pill, but once the competition started, he could no longer rely on external force, once the spiritual power was exhausted It can only be slaughtered by others.

After a few rounds, Zheng Shengling's fierce offensive seemed to hit Cotton, without any feedback.The onlookers in the audience only saw Qiu Zhengming dodging back and forth four or two times, and he was not at all as vigorous and vicious as he was in the previous two games, so they couldn't help discussing.

"What's the matter with Senior Brother Qiu? The first two games were pretty fast. You really don't want to let Senior Brother Zheng?"

"Don't, don't, I have smashed five thousand spirit stones, if I really lose, I will lose everything."

"Senior Brother Qiu, why does it feel like he was pressing and beating him? Is it really all right? Wasn't he in a good state when he came here just now?"

The outer disciple saw it, held his head high and said to Xian Yu triumphantly: "You see, this is the power of Senior Brother Zheng. Once he makes a move, Senior Brother Qiu has no room for turning around."

Xian Yu glanced at him, but she wasn't in such a good mood.

The outer disciples have shallow vision, they only see who has the upper hand at this moment, but they don't know that Qiu Zhengming is just playing with consumption.

Right now Zheng Shengling is like a mouse with its tail pinned down, thinking that there is a chance to come back, but when he exhausts all his strength, it's time for Qiu Zhengming to harvest.

In the first two sets, Zheng Shengling was able to launch a fast break, firstly because he was in good condition and had enough strength; I was not as powerful as my opponent, and my spiritual power was consumed, which led to the collapse of everything.

"Do you know about Tian Ji's horse racing?"

"Ok?"

"Little Phoenix puts the top horse in front."

Xian Yu said softly, "He has no way out."

On the court, Zheng Shengling gradually felt that it was difficult.

With a sound of ding, he was forced to take two steps back, his right arm was numb from the shock, and many beads of sweat oozed from his face. , I can still feel the faint cramp in my calf.

Looking at Qiu Zhengming again, although he also sweated a little, the avoidance of the battle at the beginning allowed him to retain more energy, and now he is more calm.

Qiu Zhengming wrapped up the cloth strips that were slightly loosened from his palms. He had detected the remaining strength in Zheng Shengling's hands with the blow just now, and there was not only a little more mockery on his brows, "Junior Brother has been praised for so many years. But that's all."

Just because Lu Zhaozhou Zhuyu was in front and Zheng Shengling was added, their young and promising disciples of the same generation were all dimmed.After all, Lu Zhaozhou is the direct disciple of the head of the sect. Qiu Zhengming's status is incomparable to him, not to mention that Lu Zhaozhou's cultivation base also overwhelms him. No matter how unconvinced, Qiu Zhengming has to admit defeat.

But Zheng Shengling was different.

He is only the son of Elder Ling Yan, but he has never joined Wan Jianzong.Back then when he entered the sect to study art, Qi Xuan obstructed him in every possible way, saying that if he did not enter the sect book, he was not qualified to learn the Wanjian sect's mind method.

However, Jiang Wenyun was friendly with the head of the school, Yue Hezhu, and senior brother Liu Wuming. Elder Zunfa was usually good at Tai Chi and didn't take the initiative to express his opinions. Elder Qi Xuan was outnumbered, so he had no choice but to agree.Therefore, Zheng Shengling was named at the foot of Fuhua Mountain, enjoying the treatment of a group of inner disciples as the young master of Wenji Pavilion, and even colluded with Lu Zhaozhou, whom he hated the most.

At this moment, seeing his rare embarrassed appearance, Qiu Zhengming, who had been aggrieved for so long, finally felt a little joy in his heart.

"Junior brother, although I have never gone to the secret realm to practice, I have never slacked off during the days of retreat." Qiu Zhengming lightly wiped the edge of the sword with his fingertips, and said with a cold smile, "It's you who really surprised me this time. If it wasn't for Fenghuo's need to inherit the lineage of Fuhua Mountain, and you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

If it wasn't for the blood inheritance, would Zheng Shengling still be the so-called proud son of heaven?What is the difference between him and those ordinary Nascent Soul disciples?Could it be that the so-called way of cultivating immortals is controlled by the pure blood of the aristocratic family just like the official career of ordinary people?

Then what's the point of their cultivation?

The surrounding disciples thought of their own situation, and felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts, and their emotions were passionate.

"... so much nonsense." Zheng Shengling raised his sword with his eyebrows like a knife's edge, and shouted angrily, "I'll talk if I win!"

After all, a sharp cold light flew over, and immediately after, tens of thousands of feet of flames rose into the sky, which raised the temperature of the arena a little higher. It was obviously a warm and cool early summer, but the entire arena was burned like a scorching summer. The audience burst into sweat instantly.

Qiu Zhengming's expression was solemn, he dropped the divine dragon talisman in one hand, and the water dragon roared up, and the power of waves, rivers and seas was released from a thin yellow talisman. In the steamer, the water steamed up, and everyone seemed to be fished out of the water, soaked in sweat.

Xian Yu quickly lowered a magic circle to avoid being drenched in the rain. As long as he has spare energy when casting spells, he likes to arrange the magic circle to make it easier to move around, and this time is no exception.The spacious golden light formation instantly covered the inner disciple together, and the temperature inside the formation was cool, completely different from the flooded river and sea venues.

The inner disciple was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, he didn't seem to expect that he would help him, so he thanked him in a low voice awkwardly.

Xian Yu's gaze was still on the arena, and she didn't notice him.

The little disciple pursed his lips and stopped talking.

When everyone was hiding from the 'rain', dozens of tricks had been passed on the stage, and the tricks were fierce. The referee saw that the thick fog would not disperse, and couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, so he had to move to disperse the rain and fog.

The moment the cloud and mist cleared, Zheng Shengling slammed down the mountain and river in the air. His angle of this stance was extremely tricky, and he couldn't avoid it no matter what.Qiu Zhengming could only bite his teeth to death and slightly dodged a sword that hit him, and his shoulder was instantly pierced. Zheng Shengling's waist! !

With this sword, he was stuck in a position that was difficult to see with the referee's naked eyes. Even if he was found, he didn't dare to judge him for violating the rules, so he made a ruthless move, and pierced Zheng Shengling with a sword, and even spun around abruptly. When it is pulled out, a hole the size of a baby's fist can be seen with the naked eye.

Zheng Shengling frowned fiercely, a mouthful of blood spurted on Qiu Zhengming's skirt, the temperature was scalding hot.

Xian Yu suddenly stood up with a solemn and cold expression.

"I'm sorry, little brother." Qiu Zhengming wiped off the blood on the lapel of his clothes, and said with a soft smile, "If you give me a sword, I'll return it to you. It's fair."

"..."

Zheng Shengling pulled out his sword vigorously, stood up silently covering his wound, and raised his eyebrows, "Yes, fair."

For a while, there was silence on and off the stage in the martial arts arena.

This is not an ordinary Nascent Soul stage duel, but a revenge with selfish intentions hidden.

The referee subconsciously wanted to light up the red drum to judge him for breaking the rules, but Qiu Zhengming glanced at him when he turned around. He was silent for a moment, but still took his hand back sadly.

Some grudges cannot be settled on the surface, but can only be settled secretly.Just like Lu Zhaozhou, he is a direct disciple of the head of the sect, even if Qiu Zhengming deserves to be beaten, he can only find out his faults.

The enmity between these two families cannot be controlled by a referee.

Zheng Shengling knew about it, so he didn't say anything when he was hurt secretly.

But even if he loses today, he will return this sword.

The fight lasted for more than an hour, and the games at the same time period had already ended, and some even came to watch the fight after the fight. There were more and more people, but the situation on the field was still anxious.

Xian Yu and Gu Rongjing also changed venues, from under the willow tree to the side of the ring which is closer.It's just that Zheng Shengling was so engrossed at this moment that he didn't notice the movement in the audience.

Liu Wuming watched from a distance for a long time, and the little boy beside him saw that Zheng Shengling had several injuries on his body, and thought of his unhealed leg, so he couldn't help muttering worriedly, "Is it possible that he will be right, little brother?" To lose?"

Liu Wuming glanced back at him, and the boy immediately shut his mouth.

But it was able to block people's words and the gradually deteriorating situation. In the next quarter of an hour, Zheng Shengling used an eye for an eye and an eye for an eye. Will crush his golden core.

Even though Qiu Zhengming was wearing a magic weapon to protect himself, he was seriously injured, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The referee's hand hanging on the red drum couldn't be pressed any longer.

He didn't get a sentence for the first violation, so he couldn't get a sentence for the second time, otherwise both parties would be offended.But if this continues, I'm afraid that these two little ancestors will really have trouble...

The physique of a cultivator is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Zheng Shengling's arm was crippled and hangs down weakly, he has an old injury on his leg, and there are several places on his body. It will be good if you keep it.

This is also the reason why Xian Yu and Liu Wuming didn't interfere with the competition even though they were worried.

After this battle, although Qiu Zhengming didn't lose any benefits, and lost all kinds of magic tools and spells, the situation has become clear, and it is very difficult for Zheng Shengling to turn around.

Xian Yu sighed, seeing him struggling so hard on the stage, he couldn't bear to watch him for a while.Although Little Phoenix was injured and moved forward, if he loses this competition, he must feel bad...

"Xianjun."

Suddenly, a soft female voice came from beside him.

Xian Yu turned her head and found that it was the female cultivator who had just led the way.

Xian Yu and the others had been watching the battle from a distance before, while Gu Rongjing stood aside, and the female cultivator did not approach, faintly as if the water in the well did not interfere with the water in the river.

But as soon as Xian Yu came to the stage, she also followed...

His eyes flickered, "Young lady, are you done?"

"Yes. Now that I'm free, let's take a look at the competition between the juniors."

Su Ran looked at the stage, "This competition should be two hours sooner, right? It's really exciting. It seems that Junior Brother Qiu has the upper hand now."

She said words of exclamation, but Xian Yu could see clearly: This female nun's eyes were obviously calm and she was not interested.

She commented a few more sentences, and asked casually: "Xianjun seems to be familiar with Junior Brother Zheng, who does Xianjun hope to win?"

"I hope it's useless, winning or losing has its own conclusion."

Xian Yu said calmly, "Young lady joined Daoyou Qiu just now, and it seems that she has a deeper friendship with Junior Brother Qiu. I think you should be very happy that Junior Brother Qiu won the championship."

Su Ran: "..."

"What is Xianjun talking about?" She laughed awkwardly, "I just happened to come here with Junior Brother Qiu. If you want to say that the friendship is deep, Zheng Shengling is my real junior. If you want to say hope, I will naturally be more Prefer him a little..."

Her tone was gentle, but her heart was tense. She glanced at Xian Yu's expression from the corner of her eye. Although she couldn't see anything clearly, when she mentioned Junior Brother Qiu, Xian Yu lowered her fingers slightly and tapped the corner of her clothes with a brisk frequency. This is his usual pattern. The small movements show that he is a little irritable now.

When Zheng Shengling was mentioned later, he slowly relaxed.

Su Ran heaved a sigh of relief, and thought that luckily he didn't leave a bad impression on him.As long as he knows who the people close to him are, it will be much easier to handle.What's more, Zheng Shengling is the son of two sects, so it is impossible to worship in the wishful gate, and there is no competition with her.Speaking of which, Jiang Wenyun and Zheng Yi's son is also related to her with some stories...

Although Zhao Sheng couldn't understand the tricks they used, he also knew that Zheng Shengling was exhausted and had no way to retreat. He was afraid that he would lose in less than a stick of incense, so he couldn't help sighing.

Xian Yu's eyes were slightly disappointed, and she whispered to Zhao Sheng: "It's not convenient for me to come out, and Lu Zhaozhou and Wang Yun are not here, after the end, you take him back to recuperate."

Zhao Sheng nodded in agreement, and said again: "Little Phoenix said before, after the competition, please ask Elder Ling Yan to open the marrow washing pool..."

Before he knew it, his title changed back again.

"Don't worry." Xian Yu said, "This battle has sharpened his character, it's a good thing, let's stay for a few more days. Even if the marrow washing pool is opened, I still need him to protect the law..."

Guardian?

With sharp ears, Su Ran immediately caught this keyword.

Dharma protectors in the realm of comprehension are always at critical junctures, such as when breaking through the realm and retreating, and asking someone to take care of them. At this time, the whole person will fall into a state of relaxation and defenselessness, so Dharma protectors are not only time-consuming and laborious, but also pay special attention to relationships. .It is impossible for someone who is not close to him to invite him to be his Dharma protector.

It seems that the master is going to break the border?

Speaking of it, Su Ran remembered that Xian Yu was already a Mahayana monk hundreds of years ago, but he didn't know if he did it, and now he can only see his golden core cultivation base.

She has also heard a little about the marrow washing pool in Fuhua Mountain. She heard that the place is Yijing and soothes the bones. Although it will be extremely painful after entering the water, it is also very helpful for spiritual practice.If the master succeeds in breaking through this time, wouldn't he be a monk in the tribulation period?

If you succeed in crossing the tribulation, you will become a fairy today...

Then, can they see each other again?

With a clang, Qiu Zhengming threw Zheng Shengling to the ground, knelt down on one knee, and sharpened his two swords.

Su Ran came back to his senses, and said softly, "Your Majesty, don't worry..."

Xian Yu raised his eyes, wondering if he had heard her words, and glanced past her.

"Junior Brother Zheng, you will definitely win."

she murmured.

After finishing speaking, Qiu Zhengming suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, the arm holding the sword trembled rapidly, and a dark purple flashed in his eyes.

He looked strange, Zheng Shengling was surprised for a moment, but he didn't expect that much, seized his opening and turned around to fight back. With a buzzing sound of the sword, the Meteorite Sword was knocked to the ground, and the silver sword in his hand was already aimed at it. Qiu Zhengming's neck.

In an instant, the outcome has been divided.

The comeback came so suddenly, not to mention the spectators, even Zheng Shengling himself didn't react, and the referee at the side was stunned for a while before hitting the gong and drum.

"The victory and defeat have been divided, stop!"

"In the third match, Qiu Zhengming from Xuanmiao Peak faced Zheng Shengling from Fuhua Mountain, and Zheng Shengling won!!"

The referee's passionate voice echoed throughout the arena, Zheng Shengling took a step back in a daze, and dropped the silver sword in his hand to the ground.After the power of the elixir passed, there were bursts of stinging pain from the second injured kneecap, but the pain didn't wake him up from his dream.

He won?He really won?

Are you kidding me? ?

Zheng Shengling knew how much he weighed.It's okay to poke a few holes for Qiu Zhengming, but it's impossible to seriously injure the opponent and win the competition in one fell swoop.

"What happened just now, how did Brother Zheng win?"

"I didn't see clearly..."

"Didn't Qiu Zhengming suppress Zheng Shengling with a sword? How did Zheng Shengling fight back?"

"I always feel a little weird..."

Qiu Zhengming fell on the ground, his face was blue and purple, blood kept protruding from his mouth, and he was covering his dantian with one hand.

Xian Yu frowned, and was the first to react. At this time, he no longer cared about his identity, and stepped into the arena.

"Hey, who are you—"

The referee saw him flying up from outside the field, and before he could stop him, Xian Yu walked up to Qiu Zhengming's side, put his two fingers together and tapped his vital acupoints, probing his heart, without any further hesitation, a little bit of spiritual light sealed him. Lived in Qiu Zhengming's spiritual acupoint.

"Is there any snake spirit grass?"

He clasped Qiu Zhengming's wrist, and said while checking the pulse, "Qingxin Pill will also work."

Zheng Shengling suddenly saw him flying from the audience, he was stunned and at a loss what to do.

Isn't he unable to say it?Why did he suddenly appear here now... Or, has he been here for a while?

Then in the competition with Qiu Zhengming just now, he was pushed to the ground and beaten by Qiu Zhengming, didn't he also be seen by Xian Yu? ?

He blushed and murmured, "You..."

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Xian Yu frowned and raised her head. This time her voice was stern and harsh, "I said, is there any Spirit Snake Grass and Qingxin Pill? His spiritual power has gone astray, and it's very dangerous now!"

Spiritual power going astray? ?

Zheng Shengling's face faded in an instant, and he quickly took out half a bottle of Qingxin Pill from the mustard ring - that was left to him by Wangyun before, and he never had time to eat it.

"I didn't bring the Spirit Snake Grass."

All afternoon, his lips and face were dry and cracked, and the wound on his body was still oozing blood, but at this moment Zheng Shengling could no longer feel the pain, he knelt on the ground, and began to use his internal energy to adjust his breath for Qiu Zhengming.

Seeing his actions, Xian Yu had a trace of approval in his eyes.

Enmity is hatred, hatred is hatred, if you want to settle the score, then put it on the bright side and settle it clearly, but he doesn't like these things behind the scenes.Zheng Shengling's actions also convinced Xian Yu that Qiu Zhengming's spiritual power went astray and he collapsed to the ground, he would not have done it.

Since it has nothing to do with Zheng Shengling, then only...

He looked back to the arena, only Xian Yu was left beside Gu Rongjing, and the female cultivator had completely disappeared.

After Zheng Shengling finished molesting, he stopped and gasped for a moment, "What happened to him?"

If the spiritual power goes astray, it is actually a harbinger of madness.But after two hours of comparison with Qiu Zhengming, he was very clear about his physical strength, spiritual energy and moves, and it was impossible for his spiritual power to go astray.

Xian Yu's fingertips brushed Qiu Zhengming's heart vein lightly, and a thin silver-white line slowly floated out from his chest and landed in Xian Yu's palm.

Before Zheng Shengling could ask in the future, the other two had already climbed up to the competition arena one after another, their expressions hurried, and they said in a serious voice: "What's going on?"

They looked back and saw two middle-aged men in their 50s and [-]s standing in front of them. One of them had a sword around his waist, and the other had a wine gourd around his waist.

It was Liu Wuming and Qi Xuan who happened to come to watch the battle.

As soon as Qi Xuan arrived, he saw Qiu Zhengming lying on the ground, and Xian Yu reached for his heart, and couldn't help shouting angrily, "Who are you! You still don't let go of my apprentice!!"

Xian Yu couldn't help but pause.

Zheng Shengling and Qiu Zhengming competed for nearly two hours. Although Qi Xuan had confidence in his apprentice, he was still a little worried when he didn't see the competition with his own eyes. As soon as the work was over, he hurried over. Seeing Qiu Zhengming collapsed on the stage, and a strange man sealed several of his acupuncture points, he was horrified.

Can't wait for them to answer, Qi Xuan hurried over, pushed the two away, and carefully probed Qiu Zhengming's wrist.

Zheng Shengling had no choice but to step aside, "Uncle Liu."

Liu Wuming hummed, and his eyes fell on Xian Yu's shoulder, "What happened?"

It sounded like he was asking Zheng Shengling, but his eyes were clearly asking Xianyu.

Xian Yu stood up, quietly put the silver thread back into her sleeve, and said coldly: "As you can see, the spiritual energy has gone wrong."

Zheng Shengling looked back at him with a surprised expression, but Xian Yu's expression didn't change, he paused, then nodded.

"It's indeed the aura gone wrong."

"Nonsense!" Qi Xuan said angrily, "My apprentice practiced hard and rigorously. I have competed for more than two hours. How could my spiritual energy go astray?"

Xian Yu said: "Then I have to ask your apprentice."

He spoke so bluntly that Qi Xuan's eyes widened in anger.

Liu Wuming walked over to explore, frowning slightly.

"Senior Brother Qi Xuan, he is right."

The aura riot phenomenon in Qiu Zhengming's body should undoubtedly go astray.Qi Xuan was concerned, but he didn't realize that, in fact, there seemed to be faint signs of demons in Qiu Zhengming's dantian.It's just that Xianyu moved quickly, and used Qingxin Dan to seal up a few big acupoints to stop it.

If the heart demon is born, Qiu Zhengming's road to cultivation in the future will be difficult...

At this time, he couldn't say much outside, but Qi Xuan mistakenly thought that he was helping this strange young man get rid of his crimes, and immediately became angry.

"Just now after my disciple fell down, you were the first to rush up to find out his heart." He said coldly, "How do I know if his original spiritual power went wrong, or you went up to do something?!"

Zheng Shengling had a headache, "Uncle Qi Xuan..."

"Believe it or not."

Xian Yu didn't expect him to be so obsessive, her face suddenly turned cold, she turned around and left after saying this.

"Wait, stop!"

The Zongmen Dabi was mixed with fish and dragons, and invited many outsiders. If he was let go, he might not be able to find anyone again when he was held accountable...

Qi Xuan's expression froze, and a magic weapon was thrown out of his sleeve, and the coercion belonging to the monks of the combined body stage immediately spread in all directions. Some disciples with weak cultivation could not breathe, and fell to their knees directly.

Xian Yu suddenly turned around with the flying sword, and the flying flowers fell instantly, and when she opened her eyes again, the blade of the sword was already on Qi Xuan's neck.

And his breathing didn't change.

That cold face was close at hand, and the coercion of the fusion period seemed to have no effect on him. In an instant, Qi Xuan's mind went blank.

Xian Yu swung his sword into its sheath, and there was a fine line of blood on his neck.