"Senior brother, senior brother!"

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

Hao Siyun's shout sounded in his ears, and Zhou Shu opened his eyes, "Oh, I understand."

"Hmph, so lazy."

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

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

He has been exploring Shuren Lane in Wushuang City, and he almost forgot about time, but the results are pretty good. Now he can hold on forty-three breaths.

There are endless trees in the alley, and every time he rushes over a floor, he will immediately face a new tree. Moreover, the number of trees is increasing, with more numbers, more cooperation, and more difficulty, and he has increased exponentially. Now he has to face the attack of five trees and is a little tired of running.

I haven't found a good solution yet, but I should do it a few more times, but the points flowing water usually takes 1,000. If the remaining 1,000 can't last until a hundred breaths, there will be trouble.

"Senior brother, you're a little weird."

Yang Mei stared at Zhou Shu for a while and said in a low voice.

Hao Siyun said bluntly, "Yes, I'm not energetic at all, lazy, it's not like this in normal times."

Yangmei said with great concern, "How about taking another day?"

Zhou Shu smiled, "I'm fine."

Of course, his spirit is not very good. No matter whose soul is thrust and stabbed hundreds or thousands of times, it is rare to be better. At this time, he was quite tired. Although his spiritual power has recovered, his soul is far from his state, and he can only exert about 300% of his normal strength. The third change and the fourth change require high explosion magic tricks. Without the support of the soul, he can only cast it once or twice.

How many hours will it take to recover.

But he didn't care. Entering the sword list is basically a foregone conclusion, and winning or losing doesn't matter. Moreover, after fighting with the Shuren for a long time, he also wanted to fight with others and change his state.

"Oh, be careful later."

Yang Mei looked at it for a while before turning her head.

Soon, a few people arrived at the Tianxing Peak, and the crowds were surging and the noise was endless.

As the sword meeting progressed, the competition became more and more intense and more attractive. Many practitioners who watched the ceremony arrived in advance and took a sneak peek.

"Zhou Shu!"

"Zheng Hengheng!"

Zhou Shu just stood for a while and heard his name.

I originally wanted to recover for a while, but it seemed that I had no hope and was the first to appear again. This kind of luck is rare.

Moreover, his opponent is still a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Zheng Hengheng looked at Zhou Shu with a serious expression, and there was no trace of neglect in his eyes. He obviously attached great importance to Zhou Shu and treated him as an opponent in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Zhou Shu bowed, "Zhou Shu, I have met Senior Zheng."

Zheng Hengheng nodded and said frankly, "I dare not take it, I will draw my sword first."

Soon after, the wind and clouds suddenly rose on the peak, clouds and mists surrounded them, almost blocking everything, and the figures of the two people were not seen from the shadow jade.

A cultivator from the audience said, "Is this the Yunwu Sword Technique?"

"Yes, one of the advanced sword techniques of Tianjian Gate, also known as Hengshan Yunwu Thirteen Swords, is very famous. After using the sword intent, it changes thousands of ways. The opponent is like falling from clouds and mist, and it is difficult to prevent it."

"But Zhou Shu is not a soft persimmon, and the result of this battle is hard to predict."

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

"Why?"

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

"So that's it, what Brother Tai said makes sense."

After hearing the conversation between several people, Yang Mei and Hao Siyun felt relieved, but they still stared at Liu Yingbi tightly, trying to see something.

About a hundred breaths later, Zhou Shu's voice came out, "I lost."

Zheng Hengheng stood with a sword, with a hint of surprise on his face, and he nodded slowly, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, I've given up."

Zhou Shu nodded and soon fell off the stage.

For a moment, many shocks came, "Strange, why did Zhou Shu lose?"

"Yes, how could a person who even won Wang Banbi lose to Zheng Hengheng? Is there any conspiracy that we don't know?"

"I heard that Zheng Hengheng is Elder Zheng's nephew. Did Zhou Shu know in advance and have a friendship..."

"Zhou Shu lost in the first game, but unfortunately he failed to win. If I were him, I wouldn't come later. Anyway, I would be on the sword list."

Without caring about this, Zhou Shu walked to the two women with a calm expression.

Due to the limit of his soul, he could only use 30% of his strength. Facing a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who was waiting for a strong battle, this was obviously not enough. Although he used his only few fourth changes to see through the opponent's sword intent and broke through the opponent's defense several times, he had no choice but to be weak and could not continue. He barely dealt with a hundred breaths, consumed a lot of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, and could not see the chance of victory, so he simply gave in.

Yang Mei said with concern, "Senior Brother, are you okay?"

Hao Siyun also came to comfort her, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to worry if you lose. Senior brother will definitely be on the sword list!"

Zhou Shu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have something to do, let's go back."

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

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

"Ha, Elder Zheng, my nephew won."

Chen Huayu bowed his hand, as if congratulating.

Zheng Huabai waved his hand, "Hengheng won the lucky chance, and Zhou Shu lost a bit strangely. Seeing that he was at ease in the Yunwu Sword Intent, he thought he had found the flaw of the sword intent and could win, but he suddenly admitted defeat."

Chen Huayu smiled and said, "It doesn't mean that he can defeat his opponent. The realm is different. Moreover, Master Zheng has been very attentive in the past ten years and has made considerable progress."

"The progress of sword cultivator mainly depends on his understanding. Hengheng's understanding is not as good as he works hard," Zhang Huabai said calmly, "But this time he can beat Zhou Shu, who has beaten Wang Banbi, is also proud."

"Haha, that's..."

Fairy Yudie on the side didn't say anything, and her eyebrows were fixed, as if she was thinking about something.

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

One person was very tall, the other was very short, both wearing blue clothes and a rather weird mask on his face.

It is pure black, but covered with strange golden patterns. Two golden flowers are painted where the eyes are originally painted.

"Rou'er, this Zhou Shu..."

The short monk said lightly, "Father, it is common sense that the Golden Elixir Realm is not as good as the Nascent Soul Realm."

"No, his soul is in hindrance, otherwise he will definitely win this game," said Gao Da Cultivator slowly. "He is very good in all aspects. Not only the sword intent, but his soul is far superior to his peers, but his soul is not much more than his soul. According to the truth, it shouldn't be like this. I don't know if it's the norm or something is wrong."

The short monk seemed to be thinking, "Maybe he has not recovered, right? I heard that he was also the right monk two days ago."

"Two days are enough to recover."

The tall cultivator shook his head, "A such a swordsman is still a master of weapon refining. It would be a pity if his soul is short."
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