Chapter 077 Naturally I would choose my disciple.

When the two of them were communicating with each other through secret techniques, the scorching flames climbed up Xiao Jing's arm as expected, and then suddenly expanded rapidly, as if to devour Xiao Jing.

At that moment, a smug smile appeared on the face of the disciple of Yaolu. He actually defeated the disciple of the Immortal Master Wuyan.

He smiled and said, "My friend, you are trapped by my fire and there is no way you can escape. That is why you lose."

"Lost?" Xiao Jing's eyes were filled with indescribable arrogance and rebellion. "Did I agree?"

The moment the words fell, the raging flame wrapped around Xiao Jing's arm was like a snake that was caught by its seven inches, unable to move an inch. Then the flame kept shaking and became weaker and weaker, as if it was extremely scared.

The disciple at the medicine furnace was startled and kept making seals with his hands, but the flame did not move, as if it was completely out of his control.

The disciples in the audience were also filled with astonishment.

"What's going on?"

"Why isn't the flame moving?"

…

Xiao Jing glanced at the flame that was flickering in fear, and then looked at the medicine furnace disciple, "You lose."

The next second, the fire that was said to be impossible to get rid of once you got stuck on it suddenly froze, and the flames were frozen by the ice. This was simply a strange thing in the world.

Not only that, the freezing speed was getting faster and faster, and even the medicine furnace disciple's own medicine furnace was completely frozen and suspended in the air.

You can also see through the sparkling ice crystals that the flames inside have turned green due to jealousy and fear.

Xiao Jing looked down at the Medicine Furnace disciple and asked, "Are you admitting defeat?"

No matter how unwilling the Medicine Furnace disciple was, he didn't dare to joke with his own life-saving magic weapon. He nodded with regret and said, "I admit defeat."

On the stands, Elder Tang of the Medicine Sect stroked his beard and said with regret, "What a pity, my Medicine Sect only has such a talented disciple, and he actually ran into you Lingyun Sect when he went out."

Shen Wuyan said humbly: "I am very lucky. I have worked hard to win. Elder Tang's disciples are indeed very talented. With time, they will surely surpass you and me."

When Elder Tang heard what Shen Wuyan said, although he thought it was impossible, who doesn't like to hear nice words, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your good words, Immortal Venerable."

This was repeated throughout the entire venue, and then the second round began, with the winners randomly paired off in pairs again.

This time, Xiao Jing's opponent is a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Island Master Fang said with a smile: "The Immortal Master Wuyan entered the Dao with the sword, and conquered the world with the sword, so his disciples' swordsmanship must be top-notch. The Sword Sect is a sect that has been honing swordsmanship for generations, and the swordsmanship is profound. His disciples have been learning swordsmanship since they were young, so their swordsmanship must be outstanding. This competition will surely be exciting."

On the competition stage.

Xiao Jing still used the ordinary sword from before. The Sword Sect disciple opposite reminded him, "My friend, don't you want to change your sword?"

Xiao Jing's words really deserved a beating. He actually said, "Enough."

What does this mean? This clearly means that you don't take your opponent seriously.

Shen Wuyan held his forehead: "..."

Island Master Fang laughed and said, "Young people are still good. They are arrogant and unruly. They don't accept anyone. They are passionate and energetic. That's good."

Sword Sect Master Li didn't seem to care either, and echoed, "When I was young and ignorant, I was just as arrogant as this boy. I didn't accept anyone and felt that no one was my match. I miss him."

Shen Wuyan: "..."

Fortunately, the fight had already started, and these old men were stopped in time from reminiscing about the past.

Everyone watched the competition attentively.

When two swordsmen meet, they start fighting without saying much. Moreover, those who practice sword arts all have a fierce and violent aura.

The two men's attacks were fatal. Their movements were extremely fast, and everyone's eyes were almost all over the place. They moved left, right, up, and down.

It fully demonstrated what it means to be able to fight to the heavens and into the earth.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

"Boom boom boom..."

On the competition arena, swords flashed, spiritual power raged, and the two men's hands and legs kept fighting in the air. The movements were not only fast, but also extremely brutal and cruel.

This battle was undoubtedly fierce, passionate, and exciting. Everyone on the scene was excited and nervous.

"Both of them are very strong. Who do you think will win?"

"I think the Lingyun Sect will definitely win."

"Not necessarily. The Sword Sect specializes in swordsmanship."

"These two are so powerful, it's really terrifying. They even broke the ring."

Island Master Fang looked at everyone and asked, "Which of these two young men do you think will win?"

Everyone was a man of several hundred years of age, so they dared not speak carelessly, and only said vaguely:

"It's hard to guess. They are all very strong."

Island Master Fang suggested, "How about we have a little bet to have some fun. Guess who will win."

Sword Sect Master Li smiled and said, "Of course I suppress my Sword Sect disciples."

Zen Master Liaoran: "I will just count the beads randomly, and whoever I count to will be defeated."

Other big guys spoke up.

"I'll just flip a coin and see who God chooses."

"Let me calculate with my fingers and get a glimpse of God's will."

…

Mu Jinyan said: "Of course I won by defeating my Lingyun Sect disciples."

Shen Wuyan smiled and said, "Needless to say, I will naturally choose my disciple."

Island Master Fang smiled and said, "Then I'll just close my eyes and point casually."

…

On the playing field, the two heard people betting, and they played even harder.

Xiao Jing chuckled, "Okay, enough of the activities, I won't play with you anymore. I can't let Master down."

The Sword Sect disciple said angrily, "Humph, what a big tone. I think your master is destined to be disappointed. Because the only winner is me."

The Sword Sect disciple burned his spiritual power, then he slapped the stage with one palm. In the blink of an eye, countless vines quickly rushed towards Xiao Jing.

The vines intertwined in the air to form a cage, trapping Xiao Jing tightly inside, and then kept shrinking towards Xiao Jing. At the same time, the disciples of the Sword Sect controlled the sword intent condensed from their spiritual power and slashed towards Xiao Jing.

Shen Wuyan clenched his hands into fists and stared at Xiao Jing. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was nervous.

Xiao Jing stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed the flying sword. At the same time, he sent a message to Shen Wuyan: "Master, are you afraid that your disciple will lose or get hurt?"

Shen Wuyan didn't expect that at this time, this person would still use secret techniques to communicate with him, "Shut up, or you'll be stabbed like a hedgehog."

Xiao Jing was about to raise his sword, but when he heard what Shen Wuyan said, he stopped and asked curiously, "If my disciple is stabbed like a hedgehog, will the master take care of him personally?"

Shen Wuyan was so anxious, "You wish, I won't take care of you."

Hearing this, Xiao Jing sighed with regret and raised his sword high again, "Forget it, I will win and not let Master lose spirit stones."

It seemed that as long as Shen Wuyan had said that he would take care of him personally, he would have given up the struggle and let the thorny vine pierce his body.

Shen Wuyan cursed in his heart: "Mad."