There was not much important information in the letter paper given to him, but there was a very exquisite map drawn by hand. Someone marked a lot of text on the map, and the handwriting was neat and elegant, as if it was from a lady from a noble family. However, Xu Yan did not spend too much effort on this matter to investigate it, but he knew that most of this information was related to the first three tasks of this spring hunt.

For example, the location of the "Climbing the Behind Mountain" on the map is marked with this mountain, which is the location of the first task...

Such things.

After Xu Yan wrote them all in his mind, he burned all the letter paper with candlelight as Bai Bing ordered. But it was obvious that the path the other party mentioned before did not come from ordinary channels, but an extremely important information channel. Xu Yan even suspected that the other party had probably known the inside story of the whole thing, but because his attitude at that time had not yet made it clear to him, the other party could only find an excuse to make excuses first.

Xu Yan was not dissatisfied with this. After all, the other party and him were not too familiar with him. He could not have had a few brief exchanges between them and let the other party tell him the information he had.

Xu Yan walked out of his room and came to the patio, and stopped thinking about any questions about Bai Bing, but began to practice swordsmanship by himself. For him, the selection competition had not ended yet because tomorrow, he and Zhou Xian had a final battle.

Looking back on this selection competition, Xu Yan didn't feel that he had gone through this journey. For example, when he met Li Ku before, he was actually facing a dangerous situation where he might be eliminated by the other party. Today's battle with Chen Qinghe made Xu Yan realize that if he only talked about his strength in the swordsmanship, he could not defeat the other party. If he had nearly five-grade martial arts cultivation as the cornerstone at the end, he would have been bombarded with the sword energy as fast as a mountain torrent before Chen Qinghe.

Since Chen Qinghe is so difficult to deal with, Zhou Xian, who has entered the four-story building, will undoubtedly be even more difficult. Moreover, Chen Qinghe is strong and powerful, but he will not use sword control techniques. Zhou Xian is completely the opposite. It can be said that most of the extremely familiar sword techniques he really used are the kind of sword techniques that need to be used when he controls his sword.

For example, the four-character sword technique is a storm!

However, Xu Yan had already learned the storm, so he was not afraid that the other party would use this set of sword techniques on him. What he was worried about was the sword techniques that Zhou Xian had never used in this competition.

Looking at the promotion process of the entire selection competition, Zhou Xian should be the smoothest among all the disciples. Even when he was playing against Bai Bing this morning, he only used the word "Rain" in the Four-character Sword Technique, and then abstained from the right to surrender. It can be said that he is a strange guy who can get everything with one move, but this indirectly proves his strong strength.

However, no matter how strong his strength is, Xu Yan will do his best to defeat him. After all, compared to the second place, there is also an additional sword technique passed down by Zhao Bailian. This temptation is absolutely irresistible to anyone.

"I just don't know what kind of sword technique he will teach. I hope it will not be weaker than the Seven-Star Sword technique." Xu Yan said to himself in his heart, and then he did not think about it anymore. Then he practiced all the sword technique he had learned so far, and the cardinal in the kitchen finally prepared dinner at this time.

At this time, the time was approaching Xu, and in the distant sky, it had gradually turned from the last touch of dark blue to the deep ink color.

The dark night will eventually come, but in the Liuyun courtyard, the candles are brightly lit.

While Xu Yan went to make a meal, he habitually made a bowl of Cardinal. After Cardinal took it, he started to eat in small sips. Halfway through the meal, she still congratulated Xu Yan and said, "Congratulations on entering the last round."

It was obviously congratulations, but Xu Yan couldn't tell this meaning from her tone. However, he was used to the other party's very cold personality, so he replied with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Hong." Then he recalled something in his mind, and then asked the Black Curtain: "By the way, Sister Hong, you said before that after I entered the final, I would go to see me compete, can you still count the number of people?"

When the dragon brows raised his eyebrows slightly and gave him a blank look in anger. She did not answer Xu Yan directly, but said in a cold tone: "Eat your meal!"

...

The next morning, the weather began to improve.

Although there is still no sunlight shining down from the sky, there are already clouds as clean as cotton wool on the sky moving slowly. As time goes by, occasionally a beam of light penetrates the thick clouds and hangs down from the sky like sharp sword energy.

When Xu Yan came to the square, there were already crowds of people, but the morning competition was not him, but the third place competition between Chen Qinghe and Bai Bing.

His final decisive battle with Zhou Xian was still scheduled to begin at Shen Shin in the afternoon.

Xu Yan came to his seat and sat down, then turned his eyes to the martial arts square.

Bai Bing today is no longer holding a folding fan as he did yesterday. Or, after his folding fan was destroyed by Zhou Xian, he has no substitute. He holds a long sword, but looks ordinary, and obviously it is not the kind of sword weapon tailored by some master craftsman.

Chen Qinghe still carried his green snake.

The two of them did not exchange too much greetings, and after showing each other, they started the competition.

In the battle circle, the sword intent suddenly emerged and the cold light was revealed.

After Bai Bing possessed the sword weapon, his strength had obviously improved greatly. He took decisive action, and his sword energy was as cool as frost. Unlike Chen Qinghe's usual simple and unpretentious sword technique, his sword moves were mostly extremely dazzling and novel. Moreover, Xu Yan discovered that to learn the sword moves Bai Bing used at this moment, he had to first learn his treacherous and unpredictable body technique, which was as light as a swallow.

A quarter of an hour later, the two seemed almost equal and it was difficult to decide the winner in a short time. However, at this moment, they both used at least three or more sword techniques. However, as the most outstanding disciples of the Sutra Pavilion, they were unlimited to them. In addition, many elders in the faction guided and taught them their experience in swordsmanship, so there was no need to worry that they would lose their skills.

Time passed quickly, and Bai Bing and Chen Qinghe were still fighting in a difficult situation in the battle circle, but it seemed like this situation, but in the eyes of some experienced and experienced people, they could see that Bai Bing, who had agility in body and dazzling sword moves, had already become a little tired. With the continuous blessing of time, Bai Bing's tiny passiveness was like a crack shattered on the ice surface, which would eventually be infinitely amplified under the crushing of the gradually intensified force, and eventually turned into countless cracks like spider webs.

Therefore, after nearly an hour of their battle, Bai Bing looked very disadvantaged on the surface.

For example, his speed became much slower when he set out his sword, and his body movements were no longer as light as they were at the beginning. Even under the active pressure of Chen Qinghe, he began to get tired of parrying.

In the end, there was no surprise. Bai Bing lost the third place battle. However, in everyone's opinion, Chen Qinghe did not win by swordsmanship, but relied on his extremely solid cultivation to exhaust the opponent's strength, which made the opponent lose.

However, even though he lost the competition, Bai Bing still congratulated Chen Qinghe with such a polite and gentlemanly attitude. This made the disciples present admire his demeanor. Even after seeing this scene, Zhao Bailian in the subjective battle area turned around and glanced at Feng Yuanshan. A smile appeared on her face very rarely, and she joked: "You disciple is also interesting."

Feng Yuanshan was a little embarrassed when he heard this sudden sentence.

But if Xu Yan could hear Zhao Bailian's words at this moment, he could hear more meaning from it, because he also saw from Bai Bing's battle that he was actually holding back quietly. Not only did he not exert all his strength, but even his subsequent appearance gradually turned into a decline was deliberately pretending, but his technique was very clever and he had reached the point where he could make the real one.

Xu Yan didn't understand why he did this, but he would not interfere or expose his deliberate behavior. He was just like a spectator who was out of the matter, watching coldly as these situations that had nothing to do with him, and that's all.

Time passed quietly, and the afternoon was approaching.

At this time, the sky was bright and the clouds were gradually disappearing.

A touch of golden yellow swept from the sky to the peaks among the ancestors of the hundreds of mountains, making the new green in the mountains more delicate.

Xu Yan and Zhou Xian entered the battle circle one after another.
Chapter completed!