The first round of competition lasted for five days. The auras of He Ling, Jun Yanzhi and Wen Jing rose like bamboos, and they were unstoppable!
He Ling improved the "Four Dark Winds" by one level, and the violent whirlwind swept across the arena like a blade, leaving no room for mercy, and leaving a mess wherever it went.
This scene was just like his impatient character, sweeping away everything in his way, and he wanted to end the battle immediately.
He won seven games and lost three games, and got 29 small stones to enter the second round.
Jun Yanzhi's "Dead Wood Sword Technique" was only practiced to the first level, but the piercing power was hard to resist, enough to wipe out the disciples in the early stage of foundation building. The strange thing is that although the sword technique has great lethality, it can always stop in time at the end and stop at the right time.
This is really contrary to the tenet of "The Deadwood Swordsmanship" that every strike of the sword must injure someone.
Swordsmanship is like character. Although his swordsmanship is superb, he is humble and tolerant, which makes the audience feel like spring breeze. This is more popular than the original "The Deadwood Swordsmanship", and coupled with his elegant appearance, it is pleasing to the eye.
He won six games and lost four games, got 22 small stones, and entered the second round.
If He Ling's competition is like the annual disaster movie of Europe and the United States, and Jun Yanzhi's competition is like the beautiful Tsui Hark movie, then Wen Jing's competition is like a comedy.
In this comedy, the male protagonist only knows one move, which is to swing the sword.
The Qingxu disciples had never seen such a person. Apart from the light piercing technique, this disciple was useless and had never used even the simplest fire bomb technique. No matter what tricks others used, Wen Jing would only use sword energy to block them, or he would hold his head and run around the ring.
Such a male protagonist is rare...
and the sword energy generated by his sword swinging, if it were not blocked by the barrier, would really be like a little dragon soaring into the sky, full of heroic spirit, making people want to watch it again and again, and their hearts were both sour and refreshing.
Facts have proved that comedy movies have the highest box office revenue, so most of the Jianzong watched Wen Jing's competition. The disciples laughed, cheered, and called Wen Jing a brother.
On the fifth day, the examination ended. He won ten matches without losing, and got forty-two small stones, entering the second round.
Judging from the number of small stones alone, Wen Jing became the tallest in Huishi Peak.
It was not strange that Wen Jing had not seen Duan Xuan since he came out of retreat, and he did not care about it at first. Unexpectedly
, one evening, Wen Jing was practicing sword, and Duan Xuan came uninvited.
"Green pine points the way." Duan Xuan landed on the open space, said the name of the sword style briefly without saying any more nonsense.
The big turtle squatted on the ground, staring blankly.
Duan Xuan taught Wen Jing this move for more than half a year, and they have not met since then. Wen Jing knew that he wanted to check the results of his sword practice. Although he was uneasy, he had to use the move "Green pine points the way".
His movements were in order, and there was nothing wrong with them, but his sword energy was lacking.
The atmosphere immediately dropped to freezing point. Duan Xuan stared at Wen Jing in silence, the air around him was chilly, and the wind swirled past with chill .
"You've practiced for more than half a year, and this is all you've gotten to?" Duan Xuan's voice was low and stern, and the words flew out like flying knives, "Are you distracted?" "I'm
not distracted!" Wen Jing clarified loudly.
"With your qualifications, your sword energy should be many times stronger than this. What's the matter?"
Wen Jing said righteously: "I'm stupid!"
Duan Xuan was furious: "You're stupid and you think you're right? You're not stupid at all, I think you're distracted!"
"I'm not distracted..." Wen Jing hung his head in despair.
How can he believe it?
Things went against his wishes. At this moment, Jun Yanzhi floated down from the sky, holding a plate of wine and food, overflowing with the aroma of wine, as if he wanted to drink with others. He didn't know what happened, but seeing Duan Xuan's expression, he understood a little bit. Unfortunately, he had been seen by Duan Xuan, so he had to come down and said, "Master."
Duan Xuan glanced at Jun Yanzhi and snorted at Wen Jing, "Are you not distracted?"
Wen Jing didn't know what to say. Now he was speechless. Whatever he said would be wrong.
Duan Xuan said coldly: "Before you have mastered the swordsmanship, you two are not allowed to meet." Then he turned to Jun Yanzhi and said: "I trust you, but your junior brother is young and it is difficult for him to concentrate. Don't bother him recently."
Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and felt wronged, but he had to say: "Yes."
He had planned to drink with Wen Jing tonight to reminisce about the past. Once the hot wine entered his stomach, it would be easy for him to get into trouble. He would just let him take responsibility tomorrow morning. If it didn't work, he would cry a few times. It's true that man proposes, God disposes, and there is an accident again...
What should I do now?
This night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The big turtle squatted quietly beside him. It was a beautiful night in early summer. Wen Jing was about to fall asleep while touching the turtle shell when a familiar rustling sound came from the window. He opened the window with joy, and saw a huge python sticking its head out of the window, quietly spitting out its tongue, and twisting its body a little shyly.
Wen Jing couldn't help but lower his head. Such a coquettish little princess, coupled with a ferocious snake head, was really a bit weird... But this giant python was his favorite, so it was normal for it to be coquettish. If others didn't like it, wouldn't he also like it?
What's more, this snake was very petty and couldn't tolerate others saying a bad word to it, otherwise it would get angry and cause trouble. Wen Jing didn't dare to say a word, and coaxed, "You're finally here, I missed you so much."
The giant python twisted shyly again, crawled in through the window, "hissing" and spitting out its tongue, and wrapped around Wen Jing in circles.
After a year of separation, I really miss you...
Wen Jing hugged it tightly for a while, and sighed softly: "You are still the one closest to me." He touched the head of the bed again, but saw the big turtle trying hard to crawl out of the door. He said puzzledly: "The big turtle always runs..."
Before he finished speaking, the snake licked his cheek, bringing an indescribable sleepiness. Wen Jing's head was groggy, as if something slippery was drilling into his mouth, but he couldn't raise his eyes...
This strange sleepiness was a little familiar...
Wen Jing lowered his head, fell into darkness and chaos, and his body softened without his control.
"Bang" and "Bang" a few times, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the room was dark.
The python twisted its body on him, sticking to his naked skin wantonly, and its head greedily pushed open his thin underwear, rubbing and licking his smooth shoulders. The touch of that skin was very wonderful, and the snake twisted its body for a while, and the epidermis near the tail tip turned over, slowly revealing a pair of thorny things, dark in color and large, hidden in Wen Jing's clothes. Wen Jing was unaware of it, but his pants were pulled apart by the snake's tail, revealing his young and slender thighs.
Since the giant python is a divine beast, its ability is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary monsters. The top of the pair of things was slightly damp, and it twitched a few times against Wen Jing's legs, secreting something unknown, rubbing against Wen Jing's unspeakable places.
Soon, Wen Jing's body flushed, and he clung to the python's body and breathed softly.
The author could not see clearly what Jun Yanzhi did next because of the dim light, so he will leave it aside for now and write about it after he finds out.
When he got up the next day, the door and windows of the room were wide open, and the cold mountain breeze blew through the room, making him feel so comfortable that he did not want to get up. There was no one beside the bed, and the giant python had already disappeared.
Wen Jing got up and went outside, touched his neatly dressed clothes, and felt something was slightly wrong. He lowered his head and touched his pants, but found them sticky. He then realized what was wrong, blushed, and hurried to take a cold shower.
So, what happened that night was like a drizzle on a spring night. When the sun came out, even the last trace disappeared.
Apart from the competition on the arena, Wen Jing really never saw Jun Yanzhi again. The two had no interactions, and it seemed that they had returned to the situation when they first entered the peak.
Every time Jun Yanzhi saw him, he just nodded gently and didn't say much.
Wen Jing was naturally embarrassed to look for Jun Yanzhi again. Even if Duan Xuan hadn't ordered it, what he did a year ago was not very good. Although Senior Brother Jun didn't mention it, he couldn't be thick-skinned and pretend that nothing had happened.
There was no point in thinking about these troubles. Wen Jing put all his thoughts on practicing swordsmanship and practiced hard day and night.
Half a month later, the three rounds of trials finally ended.
Huishi Peak is in its heyday, and its momentum is unstoppable!
He Ling had the highest achievement, ranking ninth among the foundation-building disciples of the Sword Sect. He could choose two volumes of top-grade techniques, two volumes of middle-grade techniques, two top-grade magic weapons, two middle-grade magic weapons, three hundred elixirs, and three hundred spirit stones.
Jun Yanzhi failed to make the top ten, ranking seventeenth among the foundation-building disciples. He could choose one volume of top-grade techniques, one volume of middle-grade techniques, one top-grade magic weapon, one middle-grade magic weapon, two hundred elixirs, and two hundred spirit stones.
Because both of them were under thirty years old, He Ling and Jun Yanzhi each got one more top-grade magic weapon and one hundred elixirs.
Wen Jing ranked second among the Qi-training disciples, and received one volume of top-grade techniques, one top-grade magic weapon, one hundred elixirs, and one hundred spirit stones.
He was also the most popular, and was on par with Jun Yanzhi.
The examination of the five major sects will start in two months. Wen Jing has something on his mind. He seems to be crazy. He puts aside all worldly affairs and practices swordplay diligently. He doesn't think about anything when practicing swordplay, and he would even sit in a daze and talk to himself. This look must make people laugh. Wen Jing chose a secluded place at the foot of the mountain to practice swordplay. It was like a retreat, and no one was seen all day. When
he returned to the room one day, Wen Jing saw a note under the big turtle.
"We will set off tomorrow afternoon, don't forget. Jun Yanzhi."
Wen Jing frowned, feeling very nervous.
The examination of the five major sects is about to begin, and the demon cultivators will definitely stir up trouble... I just don't know if the scene of tragic deaths and bloodshed in the book will happen? I have only mastered this sword technique, and it is hard to say whether I can protect myself. I wonder if I can find the evildoer?
And there is Changsun Shaoyi... I wonder who this person is?