"Oh, this Han Binger is also a disciple of the swordsmanship. If you want to talk about it, this woman's swordsmanship is not weak. She has entered the bottom of Xuejing Lake three times to practice. It is said that this girl was well-behaved and lively when she was young. It was because she had contacted the ice stones at the bottom of the lake that she gradually changed her personality. She was as cold as ice. The elders of our sect often joked privately, saying that this woman had a kind-hearted person like fellow Daoist Lin, who warmed her up... Oh, I'm too much, I will never mention this kind of thing!"

Elder Xuanzhen was glared at by Lin Hao, and quickly coughed a few times and apologized, and looked at the battle honestly.

However, this battle lasted for more than half an hour, and there was no slow motion this time. It was because the two on the stage were equally strong and no one could do anything to each other. It was difficult to distinguish for a while... Of course, if they really tried their best, these two people should have decided within ten moves. However, it seemed that they were arranged by Elder Xuanzhen and deliberately delayed time. Many killer moves did not release their due power, but instead made them more ornamental.

With Han Binger's cold personality, he actually danced like a sword dancing. Beautiful is beautiful, and it is indeed beautiful, and the beauty is also very sufficient. However, the performance traces are too much, and it doesn't seem like a battle competition at all! After this competition, Lin Hao almost fell asleep.

Soon, the third pair of participating disciples jumped onto the Snow Glass God Platform, followed by the fourth pair and the fifth pair.

After all the twenty participating disciples were competing, more than eight hours had passed and the sky had become completely dark.

"This day's competition was really exciting!!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it's too late. Why not I'll send fellow Daoist Lin and fellow Daoist Lin's fellow Daoist Lin, as well as the two Dao brothers and Brother Xue, back to the yard to rest. Tomorrow we will continue to watch the battle competition between the genius disciples of our sect!"

Elder Xuanzhen glanced at the sky, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and said to Lin Hao with a flattering smile.

Lin Hao held his cheek with one hand and leaned against the back of the chair. Wu Yuanyuan, who was sitting with him, had already fallen asleep. He was holding his other arm, and his head rested on his arm and was sleeping soundly.

"No hurry. There are three hours and two quarters of an hour before the end of today. Elder Xuanzhen, I am very curious. Will the ancestor Jingxu of the noble sect come out of seclusion in these three hours?"

Lin Hao glanced at Elder Xuanzhen lightly, and at the same time, he glanced at the back of Xuejing Peak, and could only see a corner of Funiu Holy Mountain.

"Uh..." Elder Xuanzhen was speechless and speechless. He had been watching the sect competition for a day. Why is this fellow Daoist Lin still thinking about meeting with the ancestor Jingxu?

Is it not good to watch in the sect competition?

Or are the many female disciples he arranged are not good-looking?

?

If it weren't for the time when Han Bing'er came on stage, Lin Hao once praised the beauty of the Iceberg, he would have doubted whether Lin Hao had some problems in that aspect.

As for the ancestor Jingxu came out of seclusion and met Lin Hao... "By the way, why did I almost forget that today's sect competition is not over yet!"

Elder Xuanzhen slapped the armrest of the chair, laughed loudly, and immediately passed a voice to the referee elder. The referee elder was obviously not a fool, and immediately understood it and immediately announced that today's game was not over, and those who lost had a chance to resurrection match. There were a total of twenty participating disciples today, and ten of them were defeated.

Now, the resurrection match of these ten people will start, fight against five games, and decide the five winners. As for the losers... If you lose, then continue the resurrection match until everyone is resurrected and get the qualification to participate again! Lin Hao did not say anything to stop him, but just held his chin and watched the battle game quietly. Anyway, there are only more than three hours left before the end of today, and he is waiting here to see. After more than three hours, how should this old bastard Xuanzhen explain to him! They have been in the Snow Mirror Sect for seven days, and have not been able to see it for seven days.

The ancestor Jingxu had already aroused his alert! After all, he really couldn't believe that the ancestor Jingxu knew that he was coming tens of thousands of years ago and waited specifically. He couldn't believe that the Xuejing Sect would treat him for no reason and the people who followed him for no reason. They all got great opportunities for luck and no money. They didn't have to pay any price! The pie would never fall in vain in the sky! The longer he stayed in this place, the more Lin Hao felt that something was wrong, but he had to say something was wrong, but he really couldn't say it.

But the more he couldn't say it, the more he doubted this place! True and false, false and true.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, he doesn't want to continue to stay in this inexplicable place.

Lin Hao took a deep breath and continued to watch the battle on the snow mirror god stage below.

But obviously, those participating disciples were already tired, and they couldn't delay on stage for long. Ten people and five games were solved in just one and a half hours, and then the resurrection match of the five people who were eliminated for the second time continued.

But this time it was faster. The two games ended in just one stick of incense. The last person left was directly bye and got a resurrection place in vain.

"Old thing, only one and a half years left."

Lin Hao glanced at Elder Xuanzhen beside him, and he was too lazy to call him his Taoist name.

Elder Xuanzhen, who was sitting next to him, was already sweating profusely, and he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He turned pale when he heard this, and he hurriedly smiled bitterly at Lin Hao: "Fellow Daoist Lin, don't worry, this game is not over yet?"

As he said that, Elder Xuanzhen hurriedly glared at the referee below, and sent a message to some unknown words.

The referee elder below looked at the disciples who were already exhausted and helplessly looked at them again. Even the iceberg beauty Han Binger had red cheeks and panting, and her smooth forehead was covered with sweat, and she was obviously exhausted.

But even so, the referee elder still bit the bullet and announced directly on the spot: "Next, please enjoy the sword dance of Han Binger, a disciple of Qianqiu Mountain, and the fourteen states with one sword! "

Under the Snow Mirror God Stage, Han Bing'er's face changed, but he could only grit his silver teeth, hold the ice sword in his hand and jump onto the Snow Mirror God Stage, and jumped out a very gorgeous but cold sword dance. It was very graceful and Lin Hao also watched it with great fun, but unfortunately, this sword dance was finished in just two cups of tea.

"Old thing, there is still one hour and one quarter of an hour left."

Lin Hao glanced at Elder Xuanzhen indifferently.
Chapter completed!