Wen Jing touched his nose, knowing that no one would compete with him for the flag of Huishi Peak.

Lu Yunfei wanted to ascend to heaven in one step, but he was determined to go to Huishi Peak.

A Qingxu disciple said loudly: "One incense stick is the limit, start!"

The eight people rushed out without thinking too much.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively. Everyone in the Qingxu Hall smiled and talked quietly, watching the movements of the eight people as if watching a play. Among

the eight people, three rushed to Yurong Peak where Xi Fang was sitting, and two rushed to Bazhan Peak, the most wealthy one, and immediately wrestled with each other, and the battle was fierce. One person didn't like fighting, so he quietly went to Xizhu Peak, and no one competed with him to take the flag. You Si stood and watched for a while, then took down the flag of Beiyan Peak and held it in his hand without any hurry.

Wen Jing smiled in his heart and had already rushed to Huishi Peak.

Someone in the crowd called out softly, with a tone of surprise: "Look, someone has snatched the flag of Huishi Peak."

Liu Qianmo was ecstatic and whispered to Jun Yanzhi: "Your silly boy is actually coming here!"

Jun Yanzhi said calmly: "That's not my silly boy."

Liu Qianmo ignored him, with a smile on his face, staring at Wen Jing's every move.

Wen Jing had never learned magic, was young, and was too short. He looked up at the flag stuck high on the pillar, jumped a few times but couldn't reach it, which caused everyone to laugh. Fortunately, no one came to snatch the flag, so he hugged the pillar, stepped on the stone carvings on it, and climbed up little by little.

Liu Qianmo was extremely anxious and secretly encouraged him.

At this moment, a gray figure suddenly appeared, jumped up, and grabbed the flag handle. Wen Jing was shocked and screamed "Ah", and in a panic, he grabbed the sky-blue flag tightly and fell down at the same time as the gray-clothed boy.

The gray-clothed boy shouted angrily: "Give me the flag!" A green light hit Wen Jing without saying anything.

Wen Jing rolled and crawled, dodged in a hurry, and narrowly avoided the attack, but still held on to the flag.

In the Qingxu Hall, everyone's jaws almost dropped.

Several young disciples talked in a low voice.

"Two people are fighting for the flag of Huishi Peak. What happened today?"

"Aren't you trying to avoid it?"

"No one is fighting for Hongxiu Peak."

Liu Qianmo was a little bit unbelievable. He felt a mixture of emotions. He felt sorry for Wen Jing, but was also overjoyed.

... There are actually people scrambling to enter his Huishi Peak.

At this time, the flags of six of the eight peaks had been taken away. Wen Jing and the gray-clothed disciple were fighting for the flag of Huishi Peak, but only Hongxiu Peak was left unattended.

Hongxiu Peak has a long history. The first peak leader was once the most valued disciple of Qingxuzi, but he was framed and forced to leave because of infighting. For thousands of years, Hongxiu Peak seemed to be teased by God. Talents have withered and there has been no improvement.

The peak leader Zhao Ningtian was a short, heavy, and fat man. He squinted his eyes and

looked unfriendly. Liu Qianmo said to Jun Yanzhi, "Master Zhao is always very proud. No one wants to go to his Hongxiu Peak. I think he will be angry."

Jun Yanzhi said nothing.

Sure enough, Zhao Ningtian snorted coldly, and his short and fat body suddenly jumped into the air, grabbed the flag of Hongxiu Peak, and with a "crack", he broke the flag handle and threw it on the ground, and walked away.

Wen Jing shouted to the gray-clothed boy, "What are you going to do at Huishi Peak?"

"Huishi Peak? Don't lie to me!" The gray-clothed boy said angrily. I didn't grab the flag of Yurong Peak just now. In a blink of an eye, I saw that six flags had been taken away, and one of them was not wanted by a scholar. This kid was climbing on the pillar. He was already panicking, and intuitively thought that the flag that was ignored belonged to Huishi Peak, so he rushed forward to grab it.

"Look carefully! This belongs to Huishi Peak!"

"Nonsense!"

Despite saying so, the gray-clothed boy still unfolded the flag with concern, and indeed saw the words "Huishi" written on it.

He cursed, let go of the flag handle, turned around and rushed to another pillar.

Wen Jing hurriedly hugged the flag in his arms and unfolded the wrinkled flag.

The gray-clothed boy ran a few steps, but saw that the pillar was empty, with a broken "Hongxiu" flag on the ground, and the peak master was no longer visible. He was stunned for a moment, extremely panicked, and ran back anxiously to snatch the flag from Wen Jing's hand.

Shameless! Wen Jing hugged the flag tightly.

Without the flag, you can't enter the Qingxu Sword Sect. The gray-clothed boy shouted angrily, and a fierce green light was emitted, which was the lowest-level attack technique, the Light Piercing Technique.

"Lu Jing, be careful!" A shout came from not far away.

"Oh my God!" Wen Jing screamed.

He didn't know any techniques, how could he defend himself? !

Extremely scared, Wen Jing held his head and dodged desperately, but saw that the green light missed the first attack and attacked him again, mercilessly.

When will it end?

At this moment, a Qingxu disciple said loudly: "One incense stick has been reached, it's over!" When

the disciple heard this, he was so angry and uncomfortable that he almost burst into tears, and his moves became more brutal, wishing to kill Wen Jing.

Wen Jing cried out inwardly, his shoulder accidentally hit by the green light, and he felt a sharp pain.

He didn't care about his image when he was running for his life, and Wen Jing rolled and crawled, which made some people laugh.

In an instant, a white light suddenly lit up beside him, and the gray-clothed disciple cried out in surprise.

Wen Jing looked closely and saw a green figure standing in front of him. He was as silent as the breeze and blocked all the moves of the gray-clothed boy: "This little brother, please show mercy when you can."

Liu Qianmo hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Report to the sect master, the flag bearer of Huishi Peak has come out! Please decide!" Xi Fang

glanced at the gentle and elegant man in green, and his long voice spread throughout the Qingxu Hall: "The winner has been decided, there is no need to fight anymore."

Wen Jing hurriedly stood up holding the flag, patted the dust off his body, touched his shoulders, and his face was full of peach blossoms.

The gray-clothed boy stayed where he was, lowered his head for a while, and cried.