He voluntarily abstained from the best disciples of his disciples twice in a row. The pressure Feng Yuanshan faced can be imagined, but only he knew it, but he had to do this because he didn't dare to let Bai Bing expose the flying sword reflected in his eyes, at least not yet.

Perhaps all the disciples present could not find the mystery, but as long as the elegant man sitting in front of him could see the clues, many things would change because of this, but this change was something that Feng Yuanshan could not bear.

Feng Yuanshan swallowed, and under Zhao Bailian's extremely calm eyes, he felt a deep anxiety about it just like Song Yu at that time. He felt that he was like a secret person with no secrets removed from his clothes, as if the other party's eyes were filled with a mysterious power that could make him speak frankly and honestly.

"I wonder why Elder Feng voluntarily abstained from power again?" Zhao Bailian asked calmly without expression.

Hearing the other party speak on his own initiative, Feng Yuanshan came back from his trance. He habitually wiped his sweat, but in fact there was nothing in front of his forehead.

Feng Yuanshan said bitterly with a slight tremor in his tone: "Return to the words of the sect leader, Feng had to do this. You have also seen that my disciple's personal artifact, "Jade Fan", had been destroyed by Elder Song's personal disciple. Now that he has no such thing, how could he be a match for Nephew Zhou Xian?"

Zhao Bailian ignored his explanation, frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "He is a disciple of my Sword Sect, so how can he not carry a sword weapon with you?"

Feng Yuanshan said with a shy look: "It's all because Feng is incompetent in discipline. The jade fan was originally a relic left to him by my disciple's deceased mother. He kept it with him in order to mourn the deceased mother and never left her hands. Over the years, he has used it as a sword weapon and has become a habit. Feng thought that he was originally out of his longing for his mother, which was also filial, so he never intervened, which created the current situation."

Feng Yuanshan paused and said sternly: "But since the jade fan has been destroyed, from now on, Feng should teach him strictly and will never be as spoiled as before, making him so arrogant and despised his opponent!"

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Bai Bing knew that since his master had already voluntarily abstained from his power, he could only restrain his powerful sword intent. However, he had long expected this result, and he was not indignant about it. After all, he had already discussed countermeasures with Feng Yuanshan before the start of the selection competition.

Bai Bing sighed softly, glanced at Zhou Xian with his eyes wide open, pouted with some reluctance, and then walked out of the battle circle without any nostalgia. However, while he walked, he thought to himself, "As a matter of fact, it is impossible for him to defeat the opponent without showing some real cards and means."

All the disciples present had just seen a war about to be ignited, but they suddenly came to an abrupt end. They shouted unconvincedly. Among them, the disciples of the Chunzi Sect even booed the Qiuzi Sect directly, which was obvious provocation. But they were helpless that after all, the people on their side lost the competition, and they lost the competition in an extremely cowardly manner, which made the disciples of the Qiuzi Sect not find any reason to refute the other party.

For a moment, in the entire Qiuzi camp, he was a little dejected and looked ugly.

The morning competition ended quietly, and did not roll up too many waves as most people expected. It was not until the afternoon Shen Shi was approaching that the disciples present were rekindled their passion.

Xu Yan and Chen Qinghe came to the battle circle one after another.

Chen Qinghe looked at Xu Yan not far away and said in a calm tone: "Junior brother, senior brother will do his best in this battle, you have to be careful."

Xu Yan nodded, instead of using sword-controlling techniques like before, he reached out and pulled Fu Yao out of his back, holding it in his hand, and replied, "I am the same!"

Seeing this, Chen Qinghe stopped politely and rushed forward with his sword. His steps were fast, but his pace was very stable, as if every step under his feet had been measured in advance, which made the sword he handed out first in his hand after approaching Xu Yan was also very stable.

The sword weapon in Chen Qinghe's hand is also of great origin, with a green body all over the sword. On the hilt of the sword he was holding in his hand, there was a very exquisite and lifelike snake head carved.

The name of the sword, the green snake!

Chen Qinghe held the green snake in his hand and slashed out with a sword. His sword moves were sharp and simple, without too much cumbersome and showing off his skills. However, Xu Yan clearly felt that the other party had an extremely restrained but very domineering sword intent on this sword.

The sword intent fell into a clear spring like a tiny stone.

There are circles of ripples that rise slightly from the clear spring.

Xu Yan held Fu Yao in his hand and blocked it from the front, immediately making a sound of an iron tool.

Seeing this, Chen Qinghe's face remained calm. He kept waving the sword in his hand. He suddenly put away the green snake in his hand, turned it straight and stabbed it into Xu Yan's chest.

Xu Yan did not choose to take the sword in a head, but gently dodged the sword on one side of his body. However, just as he turned around, Chen Qinghe seemed to have predicted it, and then swept straight towards Xu Yan's head.

This sword is more solid and heavy than the sword intent contained in it.

Xu Yan did not dare to be careless about this, but it was already a luxury to use the long sword in his hand to resist it. He could only lean his whole body backwards. At the same time, he took several steps in the square, trying to distance himself from Chen Qinghe.

Chen Qinghe did not intend to stop Xu Yan, but there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes, but rather solemnity, it was better to say that this was a kind of meticulous seriousness.

He withdrew his sword and drew his sword again.

Above the green snake, a blue sword energy suddenly condensed and formed, and then burst out.

The sword energy rushed wildly from the air towards Xu Yan, who was rushing out of the sky, and then it turned into a green giant python about five or six feet long in the air. When the disciples watching outside the field saw this scene, their faces were horrified, and they could still hear the roar of the giant python in their ears.

When Xu Yan saw the fierce sword energy, he frowned and immediately stopped controlling his body. He stood up straight, and Fu Yao, who was holding in his hand tightly, did not stop at all, and directly threw out several extremely complex sword flowers.

A stunning sword intent condensed from around Xu Yan.

He raised Fuyao high.

One person, add a sword.

A dazzling sword light shone on the sword body, and then it struck the green giant python that was rushing towards him.

The sword energy collided with the sword energy.

It was a clear spring that was rippling like a slight rippling in it, and it finally exploded at this moment.

Fuyao vs. Green snake.

Seven Stars Kill the Giant Python.

In the martial arts square, the wind continued to stop.
Chapter completed!