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Ning Biluo asked in a clear voice, "Ren Xiaoyao. Why did he say that? What reason do you have to disapprove of Meng Qianqiu becoming your personal disciple? "
"Very simple. The best choice for a new disciple was to choose a new disciple. I think so. Heh heh. Meng Qianqiu is not as good as me. The spot for the disciples should be mine. " Fan Wuji said with a smile that was not a smile.
Meng Qianqiu's expression changed slightly as he sighed in his heart: "I actually lost the last battle." None of those things had taken his life. However, the price was different. Since he had lost his memory, he was probably injured as well. I may not lose.
With that thought in mind, Meng Qianqiu slowly stood up. With a cold expression, his eyes flickered as he stared at Fan Wuji. You challenged me seven times and lost seven times. I've bypassed you seven times for the sake of being in the same sect. "Don't you dare not know when to advance and when to retreat, I can forgive your offense."
Fan Wuji coldly snorted, and glanced at him in contempt. He turned to Ning Biluo and said in a clear voice, "Master. Amongst us swordsmen, who is more outstanding is not about words, nor about status and reputation. Swordsman Only Swords only killed. Today, I will challenge Meng Qianqiu again. I hope that Great Master can grant my wish. "
"The One Sword is the only way to kill. Haha. Good heavens, Ren Xiaoyao, no matter how high your cultivation base or how strong your sword arts are, your entire body will be filled with strong and firm bones. I accept this challenge. " Ning San laughed heartily.
Meng Qianqiu's expression turned indifferent as he leapt from the first row to the empty area. At the same time, Fan Wuji was like a light and nimble butterfly, with afterimages behind him. His speed was so fast that it exceeded the reaction speed of an ordinary person's eyeball.
The two of them stood there facing each other. Meng Qianqiu's eyes were filled with the intent to do battle, while Fan Wuji's eyes were filled with a sense of indifference.
Meng Qianqiu was slightly infuriated in his heart. He could faintly sense that Ren Xiaoyao was very different from his usual self. He drew out a heavy sword and said in a clear voice, "Junior brother Xiao Yao, draw out your sword and make your move."
When Fan Wuji heard this, he could only shake his head. He coldly stated, "Meng Qianqiu, against you, there's no need to draw your sword."
Hearing this, all the disciples in the sword room sucked in a breath of cold air, hissing incessantly.
Fei Butong said sarcastically, "Could it be that Ren Xiaoyao has lost his mind? "Senior brother Meng is a Hou Tian consummate-level swordsman. Nobody below the Xiantian realm would dare to say that they could defeat him without any weapons."
At this moment, the way Ning Biluo looked at Fan Wuji also changed, revealing unconcealed disappointment. He sighed inwardly, thinking that this kid had a firm mind. In the past three years, he had spent twice as much time on cultivation as an ordinary disciple. He was a genius. However, who would have thought that this child would be so arrogant and blindly confident? With such a character, he would definitely suffer a huge loss.
"Since you wish to die. I'll help you. " Meng Qianqiu roared. In yesterday's battle, he had lost to Ren Xiaoyao in a single move and had used a disgraceful method to obtain victory. Originally, he didn't have much confidence in today's challenge. However, he did not believe that Ren Xiaoyao could defeat him without relying on his weapon.
With a howl of rage, Meng Qianqiu raised the heavy sword in his hand and hacked it down towards Fan Wuji. His swordsmanship seemed clumsy, but it seemed to have the edge of a heavy sword that didn't work. Evidently, Meng Qianqiu's swordplay had already reached its peak.
"Break!"
Fan Wuji spoke softly as he slowly raised his right hand and pointed. At the same time, he activated his Butterfly Steps to the extreme, and very quickly, his body was bullied. He used the technique from his squat down to its peak, just barely dodging the heavy sword's attack. His finger was like an immortal's shadow, bringing with it a faint aura, as he pointed it towards Meng Qianqiu.
All of this seemed complicated, but in reality, it happened in a flash. In the blink of an eye, Meng Qianqiu's Death Acupuncture Point struck Fan Wuji. Fan Wuji's strength was extremely strong, and he stabbed his finger straight into Meng Qianqiu's flesh.
The Death Acupuncture Point was already pierced through, causing Meng Qianqiu's entire body to stiffen, and he was incapable of moving an inch. Fan Wuji stood at his side, and lightly pushed. He fell down, trembling lightly on the ground.
Instant kill!
The entire arena was deathly still, the silence terrifying.
Seeing this, Ning Pang took a deep breath, and let out a long breath. He sighed, "It actually means it. Using his fingers as a sword, he contained an indescribably mysterious sword intent. I only managed to master sword intent in the last twenty years. Ren Xiaoyao should only be twenty years old today. "
He smiled bitterly, feeling helpless and dejected. He was a hundred year old Xiantian master, but he had only managed to comprehend sword intent at the age of a hundred. He looked at the others and thought about himself, and he had the feeling that he had lived to the age of a dog.
Fan Wuji quickly crouched down and whispered into Meng Qianqiu's ear, "Meng Qianqiu, I'm far more outstanding than you are. "Remember, I am a mountain that you will never be able to cross in your entire life."
Hearing these words, Meng Qianqiu's heart burned with anxiety. His head tilted to the side as he fainted.
"Ren Xiaoyao, I've underestimated you." I announce that this time, the two people who will be chosen as our disciples will be Ren Xiaoyao and Qi Yaoyao. " Ning Jun lowered his voice as he spoke.
The hundred over disciples looked at Fan Wuji with reverence. Some of the disciples were extremely terrified, and their minds started to collapse. Previously, when Meng Qianqiu was the number one disciple of this year, the rest of them had plotted against Ren Xiaoyao in order to climb this giant tree. Now that Meng Qianqiu's tree had fallen, what should they do?
Very quickly, Qi Yaoyao arrived in front of Fan Wuji, giving him a sweet smile. Fan Wuji's expression remained the same, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Careful." So it turns out that you are the strongest. Let's go to the town for dinner tonight. " Qi Yaoyao replied coquettishly.
"No need. I still have things to do. " Fan Wuji coldly said.
Qi Yaoyao froze for a moment, her face filled with surprise as she stared at the person who rejected her. In the sword section, who didn't know that Ren Xiaoyao adored Qi Yaoyao? He had spent the past three years in deep love with her, and he had taken great care of her.
But how could she know that in this world there was no longer Ren Xiaoyao, and standing in front of her was Fan Wuji, who had returned the dead's soul to her. Fan Wuji's realm was extremely high, his thoughts were meticulous and meticulous, and his senses were sharp. He could tell that Qi Yaoyao did not like Ren Xiaoyao. She had always kept her distance, but enjoyed Ren Xiaoyao's good treatment towards her. Now that Ren Xiaoyao had defeated Meng Qianqiu in a single move and displayed his outstanding strength, he had gained a great deal of value. This was why she started to get close to him.
Fan Wuji was able to see through Qi Yaoyao's little thoughts. Even if he could see through them, he would not get close to her.