v3 Chapter 127： My brother

Upon hearing the answer from the practitioner of Lushan Jianzong, Xu Weihua sneered ruthlessly: "How do you prove that you are only free to extract, not deliberately extract? Who knows if you have any selfishness?"

Xu Fuhua’s problem is extremely sharp, even with a malicious accusation. The ordinary candidates may not have the idea to say anything. However, Xu’s father is one of the thirteen princes of the Daqin dynasty. He has enough identity and courage to say such things.

Thinking about the previous encounters between the mountains, the teachers who did not know the practitioners of the Shushan Jianzong in the field had some coolness in their hearts, and looked at how the name of the Shushan Jianzong practitioner should answer, but this name The practitioners of the Shushan Swordsman did not care at all, and said indifferently: "I am proof of myself."

"yourself?"

Xu Weihua sneered: "How to prove."

The practitioner of the Shushan Swordsman said slightly: "Because it is Lin Xingxin, I have always been free to do things, and I will never be surrounded by anyone. Even Baili Su Xue can't control me."

This Lushan Jianzong still has no obvious sensation on his face, and the tone of his speech is still very casual. However, when he hears his name, there is a scream in the field.

This exclamation was even louder than the previous Ding Ning's sword defeated Zhou.

"you…"

Pride, such as Xu Weihua, was completely stunned. He stared at the Shushan Jianzong practitioner, and only said one word, but he had naturally used the honorific words.

"There are also people in the front of the number of people who are uncles and uncles. This last sword tries to close the final promotion. How do these people think that Lin Shibo will be better than the swordsman? Ordinary people?"

Looking at the teachers who were shocked by the selection of the students and the practitioners in the field, the net glass was somewhat scornful and sneer, but even if she was herself, watching the eyes of the Shushan Swordsman Be more respectful when you are waiting for others.

"You should understand now that I will not be affected by people, and it is even more impossible to deliberately make it difficult for you because of some external factors." Looking at the unreasonable Xu Weihua, the name of the Shushan Jianzong practitioner is dull. Said.

Xu Weihua returned to God and took a ceremony with true respect. He trembled: "I have no objection."

"I don't think he is Lin's predecessor."

Duo looked at the practitioner who didn’t care about Xu’s reaction and casually looked down at the book in his hand. He couldn’t help but whispered, “In fact, this sword will... just look at these legends. The character is worth it."

Lushan Jianzong and Lingxu Jianmen are undoubtedly the strongest cults in the world. This kind of power is not only because there are one or two particularly powerful practitioners, but there are many powerful practitioners, and there are even many that can be called For the legendary practitioner.

Among the many legendary practitioners of the Minshan Swordsman, Lin Xingxin is the only one who can even think of the idea of ​​Bai Lisu Xue.

Because he is the brother of Bai Lisu Xue, and he was the master of the army. He was the heir to the sect of the previous generation. It was only because his temperament was too casual, and he quickly gave the position of this lord to Bai Li Su Xue.

Even his practice is too casual, and he is all looking at his mood when he is practicing, and he does not deliberately pursue the realm.

Therefore, in some rumors, he himself is as likely to be a practitioner of Yuanwu as the Emperor Yuanwu. It is only because he does not pursue the realm of practice, so now only the Emperor Yuanwu has been repaired to the Eight Realms.

There are many stories about his casualness. Because of his casual nature, he can chase a group of powerful thieves in depth for the sake of an irrelevant practitioner. Even the thieves are still above him. Because of his casual nature, he refused the invitations and demands of countless dignitaries. Even when the ancestor of Emperor Lushan and the current Baili Suxue asked him to take the shot, he refused.

A person's character is not in the performance of a certain thing, but in the choice of many moments of life and death. No one will doubt that Lin will succumb to the will of some people, and everyone even understands that Lin will appear in the final stage of this sword meeting, only because of his own interests.

Since no one has any objections, Zhang Yi’s comparison of Xia Wei will naturally begin.

"Don't mother-in-law."

Ding Ning looked at Zhang Yi, but the younger brother was as serious as the teacher. "You have to understand that in the face of such an opponent, even if you really want to kill each other, you can't kill it."

Thinking of being a brother, but also the younger brother, Zhang Yi was a little shy and nodded.

"When hesitating, think about Xue Dongzhu." Ding Ning also nodded, and then added this sentence.

Zhang Yi stayed and stayed down.

"I know, little brother."

He whispered this sentence and then turned around and turned away.

Generally, only when the mood is fluctuating, Zhang Yi will habitually shout and call Ding Ning as a younger brother.

"Zhang Yi's mother-in-law came from him too generous and kind." Looking at Zhang Yi's back, Xu Weihua turned to look at Ding Ning, and did not avoid his own opinion against Ding Ning, the voice said slightly cold: "You are at this time It’s no different to force him to fight hard.

"I understand your idea."

Ding Ning looked at the face and also had some cold Xu Weihua, calmly said: "You think that he is in the situation of losing to Xia Wei, because I will give him a hole in the hole, he will not easily admit defeat, so it is possible that he You will lose your life and you will lose it. You care so much because you are a true friend, but don't forget that he is my brother. The old man is no longer here. He and Shen Shen are my closest relatives in Baiyang Cave. Relatives, I care more about their safety than you."

"I know my brother better than you."

After a slight pause, Ding turned his head and looked at Zhang Yi, who had already entered the venue, and said softly and earnestly: "He is definitely better than all of you think."

There was an unspeakable calming power in Ding Ning's words. Xu Weihua calmed down and frowned slightly. "Do you mean that he might win the summer?"

"In the real battle, it is not just repairing that plays a decisive role. There are many factors, such as wisdom. My brother is far more intelligent than most people." Ding Ning nodded and said.

Xu Weihua was silent.

He thought that his own cultivation was still seriously injured in the sea of ​​thorns. However, Zhang Yi came out with his own unscathed, so he felt that Ding Ning was right.

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At the other end of the shed, no one in the election chose Zhang Yi.

Even if they saw Zhang Yi’s performance in the sea of ​​thorns, they might feel that Zhang Yi would lose.

The preparation of the talented book must be a great master who knows how to practice and has a high vision. Therefore, almost all the practitioners of Changling recognize the authority of the talented book.

The first fifty of Zhang Yi’s talented books were not entered, but Xia Wei was ranked eleventh.

Zhang Yi has been practicing in Baiyang Cave. Baiyang Cave can only be regarded as a third-rate sect in the entire Changling. Therefore, it will be even more shocking if Xue Forgets reveals that the seven realities are repaired. Xia Wei is a student of Zhitianjianchang. Zhitianjianchang is not as good as the two super-class gates of Lushan Jianzong and Lingxu Jianmen in Changling, but it is definitely a strong practice place. One.

In the spring of last year, Xia Wei had already gained a chance in the Tiantianjianchang Tianxiu, and entered the four realms, while Zhang Yi still stayed in the three realms.

Xia Wei thinks so too.

So looking at Zhang Yi, who leaned his head and walked to the opposite side, this powerful black-shirted boy raised his eyebrow slightly, but his right hand was placed on the hilt of the waist, and he bowed to Zhang Yi’s head and said: "You take it." ”

Zhang Yiwei became a ritual, holding a sword of Zhao Jian furnace that burned in flames all the time, across the chest, but it was said: "Xia brother first please."

Xia Wei gave a slight glimpse, "Do you let me shoot first?"

Zhang Yigong said: "Xia Xiong is only one more battle than me. I naturally have some advantages."

Listening to Zhang Yi’s answer, Xia’s mouth slowly reveals an invisible sneer.

In his view, from the beginning of the sword meeting, Xue forgot to die, Ding Ning showed an attitude of not bowing his head. This sword will have a **** meaning for everyone in Aries, but Zhang Yi is still doing this at this moment. It is also the same as the rumor, too pedantic too docile.

Such an opponent naturally makes him feel contemptuous.

"If that's the case, then please."

He no longer quits, his right hand slowly falls on the yellowish hilt, and then the sword.

With a bang, a straight sword gas cut straight forward like a real one. In an instant, it was divided into three strands. It was still straight ahead and cut to Zhang Yi.

This is a very common three-point sword style. The reason why he has such a sword style is that he does not want to take advantage of Zhang Yi’s cheapness. Secondly, this is an extremely stable sword meaning. In his view, he is repairing higher than his opponent. Next, he only needs a steady victory.

Zhang Yi looked up.

In the face of the three swords on the head, he chose to jump up.

The two groups of rushing out of his feet, his whole person leaped high, and the burning long sword in his hand also swung forward.

It was wet in the sky.

Feel the smell of this moist steam, Xia Wei stood still, the smile of the mouth was more obvious.

The sword in his hand slanted upwards, and as his wrists moved, a fascinating light curtain emerged from his sword.

Knowing ourselves and knowing each other, there is no war.

He heard that Zhang Yi’s shot in Wutong fell, knowing that Zhang Yi had a strong sword in Zhou Jiamo’s garden, and there were countless sharp rain lines falling from the sky, covering a wide range.

However, since it is rain, he only needs an umbrella.

There is a strong "Luotian Umbrella" sword in the Tiantian sword field.

The faint light curtain is propped up, like an unusually gorgeous umbrella.

However, the umbrella is ready, but the rain has not fallen.

The water was condensed in front of Zhang Yi, and suddenly burst into a stern sound.

A crystal clear water flow at a horrible speed, with Zhang Yi's sword, like a dragon twisting and rolling in the air, slamming into the summer.

Xia Wei’s eyes flashed countless shocks.

His breathing paused, and the hard-pressed force pressed down the sword.

A loud bang, the light curtains slanting down and the sparkling water violently slammed together, exploding with an amazing splash.

His reaction has been extremely fast, but the sword has been exhausted.

However, Zhang Yi’s sword has not yet been completed.

At this moment, his hair danced like countless snakes. He tried to control the speed of the real element in his body on the most dangerous edge, and injected it into the blade as quickly as possible.

A loud bang sounded without stopping.

A wave of fire rushed from his sword, burning countless scattered water droplets, and instantly burning these water droplets into an aerosol containing powerful heat, and photographed it in front of Xia Wei.

All the breathing of watching the election has stopped.

Even the students who are separated by a long distance feel the oncoming heat wave.

Everyone is sure that Xia Wei is too late to adapt, and it is impossible to completely escape the scope of the mist.

Xu Weihua was completely stunned. He did not expect Zhang Yi to have such a change, and he was able to launch such a severe blow.

"One can rebel, this is my brother." Ding Ning calmly stared at the burning air, but at this time, said softly. R1058

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