The devil is me

On the second day I don't know if Xue Yu said something to his elder brother, or it happened to be such an arrangement, but Shen Po's opponent was really Xue Yu.

Two sword cultivators have to use spiritual power, spells and sword skills to fight against each other.Xue Yu took the lead to strike the sword, carrying the resentment that he suffered from yesterday, he was indeed extremely fierce.

While dodging, Shen Po wondered, how did he manage to keep his hair on his forehead completely motionless?

Xue Yu saw that he was absent-minded, and responded extremely perfunctorily. He felt insulted even more, and his moves became more and more swift and fierce, without leaving any room for it.It stands to reason that this kind of competition should be done to the end, but Xue Yu was ruthless everywhere, without paying attention to the life and death of the other party at all.

Shen Po recalled the sword stabbed by him in Dahuangshan, and became even more angry from the heart.Suddenly he had an idea, and repeated the same old trick as before, throwing a wind talisman. His spiritual power was far more surging than that at that time, and suddenly the wind blew up, making people unable to open their eyes.

Xue Yu's forehead hair finally loosened, swaying with the wind, sawing on his plump and clean forehead.

Pianpian son Xue Yu couldn't bear it, and immediately opened an enchantment to resist, with the other hand he hurriedly straightened his clothes, and glanced flusteredly outside the field.

This glance was full of greenness, mixed with the throbbing of the deer, which was captured by Shen Po keenly. He followed his eyes and looked over there. Standing there was Shen Yutao in a blue dress with willow eyebrows slightly frowning.

He thought it was interesting and a little bit funny, and with a great playfulness, he threw out a talisman with his backhand.Seeing that the hem of Xue Yu's clothes suddenly flew up to cover his eyebrows and eyes, revealing his snow-white undershirt and underwear, all the disciples onlookers burst into laughter, and those who dared not laugh out loud covered their mouths to laugh.Shen Po couldn't stop laughing, and for a while, the air inside and outside the court was filled with joy.

Humiliated in front of the person he likes, Xue Yu's face turned into a liver-colored face. He tore up the spell, flattened his clothes, and angrily said, "What kind of bullshit spell is this? You cheated!"

After saying that, he raised his sword and slashed. He was hysterical, and he didn't care about his image or whether he was handsome or not, he only wanted to kill.

The more irritable he was, the more Shen Po couldn't help laughing, pointing at himself with his thumb while dodging swiftly, and said triumphantly: "This spell, I invented it, of course you haven't seen it before, it's specially designed to deal with oily-headed butterflies like you. My master can beat it, but you can't beat it, it's not shameful."

There was another burst of laughter around.Xue Yu was furious, his movements were chaotic, and his steps were even more chaotic. Shen Po found a flaw in it within a few moves, grabbed his arm, unloaded his sword with a bang, and threw him to the audience.

It wasn't easy for Xue Yu, he staggered a step, but fortunately he finally stood firm, he shook his sleeves and started over again, it was just that his skills were not as good as others at that time, if he fell to the ground and then another dog ate shit, he would be really gentle and throw everything away It hurt the Xue family's face.

Xue Rongyu's complexion was very ugly, turning blue and pale, and finally left the scene early.

Ling Yaosi also felt happy about winning this round, hugged Shen Po's neck, and slapped his shoulder.He just lost a game because of a mistake, and he got back from Shen Po, and he was happy again for a while.After a whole morning's competition, Shen Po and Shen Xinzhai were left in the end. This situation is a bit delicate.

Everyone knows that the two of them are both senior brothers and blood brothers, a concubine and a concubine, and the grievances and grievances among them are known without telling.In the afternoon, they will face off against each other on the same stage, and most of them are in the mindset of watching a good show.

Shen Po was fine, he still enthusiastically called Shen Xinzhai to have dinner together, but Shen Xinzhai felt a little uncomfortable, and walked away alone under the pretext of going back to change clothes first.

He is really envious of Shen Po sometimes.In Shen Po's eyes, since he is going to compete in the dojo, he should concentrate and do his best. If he loses, he loses. If he wins, it is better. It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses, because geese pass by without leaving traces, and come and go without traces.But in his heart, there are many things worth looking forward to, he is afraid that if he wins, Shen Po will be displeased, and if he loses, he will be scolded by Shen Yutao.Winning hurts friendship, losing loses face, the more distracting thoughts are in my mind, the more nervous my hands are shaking.

Bypassing the ashram, walking on the path connected to the bedroom, carving beams and painting buildings all the way, just touching the water, the beautiful scenery everywhere did not make him feel any relaxation.Suddenly someone stopped him.

"Why don't you go to eat?"

He turned his head and saw Shen Yutao, even more upset: "I don't have any appetite, I want to go back to the house to rest for a while."

Shen Yutao took a few steps closer and walked back slowly with him: "How is it? Are you sure about this afternoon?"

Shen Xinzhai knew that her sister's question was not just for encouragement or comfort, she really regarded winning or losing as a big deal.

He hesitated for a moment, then replied anxiously: "Frankly speaking, the chances of winning are not great."

He has been in Penglai for many years, and he knows best that among the Taoist cultivators of the same age, Shen Po has many ideas, deep cultivation, and top-notch mental, sword, and body skills. It is not easy for him to please him. Thinking, he has plenty of ways to drive him out of power, it's just a matter of saving face for him or not.

After saying these words, he was ready to meet the heavy storm, but found that she was different from what he expected, she fell silent, as if she accepted the reality calmly.

Just as Shen Xinzhai breathed a sigh of relief, Shen Yutao suddenly said, "Do you know about the oban pill?"

Shen Xinzhai faltered and looked at her in disbelief. He immediately looked around subconsciously, as if he had a feeling for what Shen Yutao was going to say next.

Under her oppressive gaze, Shen Xinzhai's throat rolled, and he replied with difficulty: "A kind of... poison that prevents cultivators from driving the inner alchemy for a short time."

Shen Yutao smiled gently, took out a small white porcelain bottle and stuffed it into Shen Xinzhai's palm.

"Ming Dan is colorless and tasteless after dissolving in water. Try to let Shen Po eat it." Shen Yutao lowered his voice and spoke quickly, "This medicine takes effect slowly, and it will take about two hours. By then, your competition will be in full swing. He He will suddenly lose his spiritual power, and when you knock him down, you will win, and no one will find the evidence."

Shen Xinzhai felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his face was as white as paper: "Sister, this...is not right."

"If I can't beat it, I can't beat it. Everyone knows that I can't beat it." He lowered his eyelids and grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Even if he wins like this, Master...he won't be unclear."

"Master, Master, your practice is not for Yun Chonghe to see alone." Shen Yutao said angrily, "You have to let the world see that you will knock down Shen Po, and you don't care what Yun Chonghe does." .”

"What's more..." Shen Yutao paused for a moment, with an unpredictable expression on his face, "I'm afraid the relationship between your master and Shen Po is not that simple. What good can you get from Yun Chong and Na if you practice honestly?"

These words seemed to wake Shen Xinzhai up suddenly, too many doubts grew wildly and germinated.

His throat was dry, and he subconsciously licked his chapped lips: "What do you mean it's not that simple?"

"I don't know either." Shen Yutao shook his head slowly, "But the way Shen Po looked at Yun Chonghe, tsk, he looked like a coquettish child. After all, he was just like his mother, a bad seductress... ..."

The author says:

Xue Yu: Iron bangs yyds!