Zongwu Hall, in the side hall.

Master Lin had a little headache, which was originally a simple secular task.

But all three of them wanted to compete for the team leader.

But the backgrounds of these three people are not simple.

After all, in today's context, most people cannot get such easy and greasy tasks.

Mu Xueqing is a disciple of Fairy Xia Yu. As an elder disciple, she has good qualifications and a high-minded nature.

Fang Haofei, who is seventeen or eighteen years old, has a mid-stage cultivation level in the refining stage, and his background is not simple. An uncle behind him is the master of the sect.

Chen Yu, not to mention, is backed by two senior elders.

"Haha! Since you are not convinced, then let me see the truth!"

Fang Haofei smiled confidently.

Among the three, he is the oldest and has a deeper level of cultivation.

Furthermore, in front of Mu Xueqing, a famous beauty in the inner sect, he naturally had to show the man's responsibility and strength.

You must know.

Before this, Mu Xueqing was ranked alongside Qiu Xiner and was called the inner door double-girl.

now.

Qiu Xin'er rebels from the sect and leaves, and Mu Xueqing will become the number one beauty of Yunyue Sect disciples.

Therefore.

Whether for the sake of vanity or to win the favor of the beauty, this team leader must compete!

"Whoever is going first?"

Fang Haofei smiled and glanced at the two of them, especially in Mu Xueqing's slender figure, he stayed for a while.

"I'll do it."

Mu Xueqing's face was cold and she didn't let her go.

In fact, she was competing for the team leader, and her idea was similar to Chen Yu, and she also wanted to go home by the way to be more free.

...

Not long.

The three of them moved into the courtyard of the Zongwu Hall and went to the martial arts field together.

Swish! Swish!

The two of them quickly confronted each other in the martial arts field with one sword and one sword.

Tiancang Knife!

Fang Haofei's thick back knife in his hand slowly slashed, but there was a vast atmosphere. Several long and continuous sword lights rolled up faint lights.

Top-level martial arts!

Chen Yu was slightly surprised. Fang Haofei's sword technique was the top-level sword technique.

Although this top-level martial arts is relatively introductory to the third level, it is naturally almost the strongest at this level.

Even in the Qi Transformation Realm, my martial arts is just like this at the introductory stage.

"Thousand Rain Sword!"

Mu Xueqing held a blue sword in her hand, and in an instant, hundreds of clear and blue light spots appeared. Sometimes there were slender sword clouds like rain, shuttled back and forth like cold fireworks.

Chen Yu looked at it with interest.

Mu Xueqing's swordsmanship is also an entry-level martial arts.

For elder disciples, it is relatively easier to obtain a top-level martial arts major.

The two of them had different styles of confrontation.

Fang Haofei's offensive was majestic and profound; Mu Xueqing's sword technique was as cold as stars and was endless.

But Chen Yu vaguely felt that Mu Xueqing's inner breath was very pure, exuding a hint of coldness, which was extremely compatible with the artistic conception of swordsmanship.

In addition, Mu Xueqing has a little advantage in terms of light body movements.

But the outcome is still hard to say.

After all, Fang Haofei has a strong inner breath and a very high martial arts level. He still has the advantage of hard fighting.

In a blink of an eye.

The two of them had hundreds of ways to fight, but they didn't even decide the outcome.

"It seems that the rumors are true. Although Xue Qing's nephew is only a low-grade spirit, it is said that his spirit has rare cold water attributes. His cultivation of martial arts is not only comparable to that of a medium-grade spirit, but also has a greater power."

Lord Lin said with a smile.

"Lord Lin thinks, who can win these two people?"

Chen Yu's careless words.

Mu Xueqing has a relatively high qualification, and he had expected it, otherwise he would not have entered the inner sect early and was accepted as a disciple by the elder.

"It should be a 55-5. I can't determine who wins and who loses between them, but I think there should be no suspense in this battle for the leader.

Lord Lin pondered for a moment, and said that he had a profound meaning.

From the outer gate competition, the meteorite gambling battle, and then to the battle of Beishan Lingyuan, Chen Yu's step-by-step rise is a miracle.

The first place in the big competition, surpassing Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong, and it was a big upset.

The battle of the meteorite gambling was stronger than the period of the scattered merits, and Fei Letian of the same realm.

This is something that ordinary disciples cannot achieve.

The most difficult thing is the battle in Beishan Lingyuan.

A disciple of Tongmai stage was able to survive tenaciously under the two crises of the night attack of the Snake Ghost Shadow and the Bone Demon Palace!

"Since Lord Lin thinks I have no suspense, why not just let me be the leader."

Chen Yu blinked his eyes.

Lord Lin: “…”

soon.

The two of them on the field had fought for two hundred moves, but they were still incomparable.

"The two are evenly matched, and the winner is hard to tell. It's better to give me the position of the team leader to avoid getting hurt."

Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Don't think about it!"

The two of them on the field twitched for a while and fought even harder.

Chen Yu couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Swish!

He slowly stretched out his hand and took out the [Xuan Chong Sword] from the storage bag.

Master Lin was stunned. Ordinary inner disciples rarely have storage props.

It seems that Chen Yu's storage bag is bigger than ordinary ones.

Just the next moment.

There was a blur in front of him, and Chen Yu cut into the martial arts field with his ghostly body speed.

"open!"

The heavy sword in Chen Yu's hand was like a feather, and he swung several swords lightly in an instant. He saw the sword light like a dark silver wind passing by, with an amazing speed.

What kind of sword technique is this?

The inexplicable sense of contradiction arose in the heart of Lord Lin.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

In an instant, Chen Yu, who seemed to be light and light, touched Fang Haofei several swords in a row.

The first sword.

Fang Haofei's palm numbed, and the thick back knife in his hand almost lost his hand.

The second sword.

The power was even heavier, causing his qi and blood to churn, his tiger's mouth shattered, and blood was overflowing.

The third sword.

With a "clang", Fang Haofei's thick-backed knife came out of his hand.
To be continued...