The battle between Xu Yan and Ma Ming, the whole process was not long, not only did the result not develop as everyone present expected, but even the scene of mutual anxiety and insolvency did not appear, just after three moves against each other, it ended hastily with Ma Ming vomiting blood and falling to the ground, which couldn't help but make all the disciples present stunned, and even many elders sitting in the canopy couldn't help but stand up at this moment.

After Xu Yan received a nod from the Linesman Elder to confirm it, he walked towards the resting place of the Winter Character Sect, ignoring the various glances that were shooting at him around him.

A female disciple of the Dongzi Sect saw Xu Yan sitting down beside her, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally chose to say to him by the title of her youth: "Brother Xu, you ...... Why are you so strong now, I remember that you only entered the sect three years ago. ”

Xu Yan naturally also knew this young girl named Xu Hui, who was the same as Xu Niu of Chenyang Sect, who came from the Xujia Village at the foot of the mountain, where there were only about 100 households. He looked at Xu Hui in front of him, who had limited talent in sword cultivation and had only been accepted as a disciple by the elders of the Winter Character Sect, and thought for a moment before he replied with a smile: "Senior Brother Ma Ming estimates that because I am the sect master's personal disciple, and I also know that I only have a second-story cultivation, so he has a hand in me, so he was defeated by my sudden sword, and it was purely a fluke that I was able to win him." ”

Xu Hui didn't realize the pretense of humility in Xu Yan's words, but felt that the other party's explanation was reasonable, so she exhaled secretly, and secretly said in her heart that it was true, but although she agreed with Xu Yan's words in her heart, she still showed a smile on her mediocre face, and comforted Xu Yan: "Brother Xu doesn't have to be too humble, I believe that with your strength, even if you meet Senior Brother Ma Ming when you go all out, you will definitely be able to fight." ”

Xu Yan heard the meaning of her words, and didn't say anything more, just smiled and nodded.

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After Ma Ming was injured and returned to the camp of the Chunzi Sect, he undoubtedly suffered from the eyes of those inner disciples, and some of them ridiculed: "I thought that you Ma Ming was at least a hard bone, but I didn't expect you to just be reckless in front of us, why, when you saw that the other party was a personal disciple of the sect master, you didn't dare to make a move?" Or are you worried that if you beat the other party, you will be expelled from the sect by someone?"

When Ma Ming heard this, his face was gloomy as water, but more helplessly, after all, only he had truly experienced Xu Yan's sword, and only he knew how terrible the other party's sword was.

Seeing that Ma Ming was silent, the inner disciple of the Chunzi Sect did not mean to let him go at all, so he continued to sneer: "Why? After losing to a two-story sword cultivator, he also became dumb?" The inner disciple laughed, turned his head and continued to the person on his side: "Have you seen it, senior brothers, I said before that Ma Ming didn't dare to go all out, and it was as I expected." ”

"Ma Ming, you said that you didn't dare to do your best, you just juggled two swords, and then you were defeated by the other party with one sword, the other party is a two-story cultivator, you are acting, so you have to act realistically, right? Are you really trying to keep your position as an outer disciple, and you don't even want to be cheeky? You really give us a long face of the Chunzi faction. ”

When this inner disciple said the words 'outer disciple', he undoubtedly quietly accentuated his tone.

As the so-called mud bodhisattva still has three points of anger, Ma Ming heard this, no matter how good his temper is, he can't be silent anymore, he looked at this disciple coldly, but he didn't intend to argue with him, just said: "Zhang Shuji, I know that with your heart, you naturally won't believe that Ma Ming lost the game because his skills are inferior, and I don't want to justify anything, but I really want to see if you can hold on to a few moves in his hands when you meet this little junior brother." ”

Of course, Zhang Shuji would not believe Ma Ming's words, after all, in his eyes, the latter had long been a lowly person who did not hesitate to deliberately lose the competition in order to keep his position, and immediately snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "No matter how bad my Zhang Shuchen is, I will not be in the hands of the sword cultivator on the second floor, and I will not be chopped out by a sword for more than ten zhang, let alone in order to keep my position, I will make myself vomit blood and confuse the truth, who do you say you are pitiful?"

Ma Ming took a deep breath and forcibly held back the anger in his heart, but he knew that in this situation, it was useless to say more, so he kept silent. However, the female disciple who had spoken out to comfort him when he drew the bamboo sticks of the 'first round, first game' also frowned after hearing Ma Ming's words, and couldn't help but ask Ma Ming softly: "What Senior Brother said before is true?

Seeing Ma Ming's ugly face, the female disciple hurriedly explained, "Senior brother, don't misunderstand...... I'm not doubting Senior Brother's character, I just want to know the true combat power of that junior brother, lest I be unlucky enough to run into him in the future, and I will look ......."

Without waiting for the woman to finish speaking, Ma Ming glanced at her with a complicated expression, and replied bluntly: "Senior Sister Xueqing, I know that your strength is much stronger than that of your brother, but if you really meet the junior brother, I don't think you are his opponent either, unless you can break through to the middle three realm." ”

After hearing this reply, the female disciple whose real name was Gu Xueqing couldn't help frowning even more, and her eyes couldn't help but look at Xu Yan, who was already sitting in the camp of the Winter Character Sect, and fell into deep thought for a while.

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Xu Yan, who was sitting in the camp of the Winter Character Sect, naturally knew that there were always different eyes sweeping towards him, but he remained silent and ignored it at all.

Defeating Ma Ming with only one sword before, purely because he didn't want to expose too many of his sword moves, so he had to do it, but after a brief conversation with Xu Hui, he suddenly realized in his heart that just as the latter thought in his heart, in fact, among most of the participating disciples present, there should not be many people who would think that he could defeat Ma Ming with the power of a sword because of his true strength.

However, for this result, Xu Yan wished that they could all think so, because in the process of the competition, the less means he exposed, the more it proves that he can go further behind.

Xu Yan no longer thought much about this issue, but focused his attention on the martial arts training square, because he also wanted to take this opportunity to have a good understanding of the level of these participating disciples, but after he watched more than ten games in a row, he found that although these disciples were selected to participate in the competition because of their cultivation on the third floor, there were indeed very few people who could really make him feel bright in the battle, and even at the end of the whole day's competition, he didn't see a crushing victory like he did against Ma Mingshi。

The one who won also only made a sword, and then his opponent was blasted out of the circle.

Xu Yan looked at the handsome young man who walked directly to the camp of the Qiuzi Sect after winning, and had already remembered his appearance in his heart, and when this Qiuzi Sect disciple won, almost half an hour had passed, and the Linesman Elder, who had always been watching coldly, glanced at the sky and opened his mouth to announce that the first round of the competition was over, and it would continue tomorrow.

Xu Yan counted the number of matches today, but only fifteen games were played, and it was obvious that with a total of sixty matches to be played in the first round, the schedule was only about a quarter of the past, so in the next three days, it could almost be said that it had nothing to do with Xu Yan.

Xu Yan reviewed the whole day's competition in his mind, and finally made a decision, he didn't plan to watch the battle again for the next three days, because the result was as the cardinal said, in the first round of this uneven comparison of strength, even if he watched the battle from the sidelines, in fact, the gain was really not big, it was better to spend this time on cultivation.

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Time flies, and when Xu Yan came to Lianwu Square again, it was already three days later.

At this time, the weather has already cleared, and the time is close to three quarters of unitary time, and the sky is full of red clouds.

With the defeat in the last game, after the strength of a certain inner disciple of the Dongzi Sect was exhausted and unfortunately lost, the first round of sixty matches was finally over, but the final result was eye-catching, because in the Chunzi Sect, twenty-one people entered the second round.

There are fourteen people in the Xia faction, sixteen people in the Qiu faction, and only nine people in the winter faction, including Xu Yan.

Such a result is undoubtedly equivalent to a disaster for the Winter Character Sect, which makes Wang Chu, who is the Supreme Elder, even more pale, but he has no way to do it, after all, most of the disciples of the Winter Character Sect are mainly based on alchemy, and they cannot be compared with the disciples of the other three sects in terms of sword training talent.

It can be said that the fact that nine people from the Winter Character Sect can enter the second round this time is already a considerable result.

After counting the last disciples who had been promoted, the Linesman Elder took out two bamboo tubes that had been prepared long ago and placed them on the long table by the square, and then said loudly: "Since the first round of the competition has all ended, according to the rules in the competition, the sixty disciples who won in the first round can now be drawn as the order of appearance in the second round." ”

Seeing them go to draw lots one after another, Xu Yan was not in a hurry at all, so he waited for two quarters of an hour on the side before he waited for the opportunity to draw lots, but just like the first round, when he drew lots, only the last bamboo stick was left in the bamboo tube.

Xu Yan looked at the lonely bamboo stick, stretched out his hand and pulled it out directly.

As he tore open the piece of paper wrapped around the bamboo skewer, he thought to himself that he wished he wouldn't be the first to fight again.

However, when Xu Yan saw the words on the bamboo stick, his face was as ugly as eating Coptis chinensis.

Because what is written on this bamboo stick is, "Second round, first game." ”

Xu Yan handed the bamboo stick to the Linesman Elder who was registering the roster, and was so sad and angry that he didn't want to speak, but when the Linesman saw that he had drawn the first game, it was his always serious character, and he couldn't help but say to Xu Yan, "You really have a pair of hands that touch." ”