Chapter 661: First defeat

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"Brother, brother!"

"Wake up soon. I haven't been there for two days. I'm going to the sword meeting today!"

Hao Siyun's shout sounded in his ear, Zhou Shu opened his eyes, "Oh, I see."

"Huh, so lazy."

Hao Siyun ran out, "Brother, we are waiting for you outside."

Zhou Shu stood up from the liquid medicine, used a cleaning method, and quickly walked out.

I've been rushing through Shuren's Alley in Wushuang City, almost forgetting the time, but the results are pretty good, now he can hold for forty-three breaths.

In Treeman Lane, the Treemen are continuous. Every time you rush past one level, you will immediately face new Treemen, and the number of Treemen is constantly rising. There are more and more cooperation, and the difficulty is doubled. Speaking of it, now he has to face the attack of five tree people, a bit exhausted.

I haven't found a great way for the time being, but I will come a few more times, it should be okay, but the point flow is generally used up to 1,000. If the remaining 1,000 can not be maintained to 100 interest, it will be in trouble. .

"Brother, you are a little weird."

Yangmei stared at Zhou Shu for a while, and said quietly.

Hao Siyun said bluntly, "Yes, I don't have any energy at all, lazy, not usually like this."

Yangmei was very concerned and said, "Or, take another day off?"

Zhou Shu smiled, "I'm fine."

Of course, his spirit is not very good. No matter who's soul is smashed and stabbed hundreds or thousands of times, it is rare to have a good one. At this time, he is quite exhausted, although his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power have recovered. But the spirit is far from the state, it can only exert about 30 to 40% of normal strength, and the third change and the fourth change require high-explosive tactics. Without the support of the spirit, it can only be cast once or twice.

It will take a few hours to recover.

But he didn't care too much. Entering the sword list is basically a foregone conclusion. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. Moreover, after playing against Shuren for a long time, he also wants to fight against other people to change his status.

"Oh, be careful later."

Yangmei looked at it for a while before turning her head.

Not long after, a few people arrived under the Tianxing Peak.

As the sword meeting progressed, the competition became more and more intense and more attractive, and many practitioners who watched the ceremony arrived early, so it was quick to see it.

"Zhou Shu!"

"Zheng Hengheng!"

After Zhou Shu stood there for a while, he heard his name.

Originally, I wanted to recover for a while, but I didn't seem to have much hope. I was the first one to play again. This kind of luck is also rare.

And the opponent is still the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

Zheng Hengheng stared at Zhou Shu with a solemn expression. He couldn't see a trace of neglect in his eyes. He obviously attached great importance to Zhou Shu and treated him as an opponent of Yuan Ying Realm.

Zhou Shu arched his hands, "Zhou Shu, I have met Senior Zheng."

Zheng Hengheng nodded his head, and said condensedly, "Don't dare to be, the old man will take the sword first."

A few moments later, the wind and clouds on the peak suddenly rose, and the clouds covered the mist, covering almost everything, and the figures of the two were invisible from the picture.

A cultivator in the audience said, "This is the Yunwu Sword Art?"

"Yes, one of the advanced sword tactics of the Heavenly Sword Gate, also called Hengshan Yunwu Thirteen Swords, is very famous. After the sword intent is used, it is ever-changing. The opponent is like falling into the clouds and it is difficult to figure out where it is going. ."

"But Zhou Shu is not a soft persimmon. The outcome of this battle is hard to predict."

"No, I think Zhou Shu will definitely win this time."

"why?"

"In the last two sword games, Zheng Hengheng lost to Wang Banbi, and Wang Banbi lost to Zhou Shu. Isn't the outcome obvious?"

"So that's the case, what Xiongtai said makes sense."

Hearing the conversation between several people, Yang Mei and Hao Siyun let go of their hearts, but still stared at the picture Bi, trying to see something.

After about a hundred breaths, Zhou Shu's voice came out, "I lost."

Zheng Hengheng stood holding a sword, with a hint of surprise on his face, and slowly nodded, "Friend Zhou, I have accepted."

Zhou Shu nodded and quickly fell to the audience.

For a time, there were many shocked voices, "Strange, why did Zhou Shu lose?"

"Yes, how could someone who won even half of the wall lose to Zheng Hengheng? Is there any conspiracy we don't know about?"

"I heard that Zheng Hengheng is the next-generation nephew of Elder Zheng. Could it be that Zhou Shu knew in advance that he sold a friendship..."

"Zhou Shu lost in the first game, but unfortunately he didn't win the game completely. If I were him, I wouldn't come later. I would be able to enter the sword list anyway."

Without paying attention to these, Zhou Shu walked to the two women with a calm expression.

Limited by the soul, he can only use 30 to 40% of his strength to face a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm who is waiting for it. This is obviously not enough. Although he has used only a few fourth changes to see through the opponent's sword intent, he also broke through. Several opponents defended, but they were helpless and lacking in mind. They couldn't continue. They barely dealt with each other, consumed a lot of spiritual power and consciousness, and could not see the chance of victory, so they simply gave in.

Yang Mei said concerned, "Brother, are you okay?"

Hao Siyun also came to comfort, "It doesn't matter, don't be afraid if you lose, brother will definitely be able to enter the sword list!"

Zhou Shu smiled, "Don't worry, I have to worry about it, let's go back."

The two women nodded, followed obediently, and went straight back to the mountain.

Above the booming peak, the two monks also had a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Heh, Elder Zheng, Shi Nephew won."

Chen Huayu arched his hands as if to congratulate.

Zheng Huabai waved his hand Heng Heng won a fluke, and Zhou Shu was a little strange to lose. Seeing that he was at ease in Yunwu Jianyi, he thought he had found the flaws of the sword, and he could win. Gave in. "

Chen Huayu smiled and said, "Finding flaws does not mean that we can defeat the opponent. In the end, the realm is different, and Zheng Shinephew has also been very diligent in the past ten years and has made great progress."

"Sword Xiu's progress mainly depends on comprehension. Heng Heng's comprehension is almost impossible. No matter how hard you work, it will be difficult," Zhang Huabai said calmly, "but this time he can beat Zhou Shu, who has defeated Wang Banbi. "

"Hehe, that's..."

Fairy Yudie on one side did not speak, condensed her eyebrows, as if thinking about something.

Under the Tianxing Peak, on a grassy hill far away from the crowd, two monks stood.

One is very tall and the other is very short, all dressed in Tsing Yi, with a very strange mask on his face.

Pure black, but covered with weird golden lines, there are two golden flowers painted where the eyes are.

"Rouer, this Zhou Shu..."

The little monk said lightly, "Father, it's common sense that the Golden Core Realm is not as good as the Nascent Infant Realm."

"No, his spirit is in the way, otherwise this will definitely win," the tall monk said slowly, "he is very good in all aspects, not only the sword intent, but the spirit of the spirit is far superior to his peers, but the spirit is beyond. Not much, it shouldn’t be the case. I don’t know if it’s normal or something went wrong."

The little monk seemed to think, "Maybe it hasn't recovered. I heard that he was the right monk two days ago."

"Two days are enough to recover."

The senior cultivator shook his head, "Such a kendo genius is still a master refiner. It would be a pity if the soul is short."

"Oh..." (To be continued.)

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