"Senior Sister Mao is so strong."

"Nonsense, Senior Sister Mao is only fifteen years old and has the seventh level of Qi-Cannouncement Realm. In time, she will definitely be the number one master of my sword painting sect."

Many male disciples of the sword painting sect are very excited, and as for the female disciples, in addition to admiring them, they also have a hint of jealousy.

From Mao Wenjing's joining the Sword Painting Sect, from the head to the servants, there was no one who didn't look at her differently. Even some older disciples were willing to call her senior sister because of her own temperament.

After Mao Wenjing stepped down, everyone's eyes fell on Shi Xiaole, and everyone who was still having fun suddenly became quiet.

Compared with the first three personal disciples, Shi Xiaole is more than one level different, which makes everyone very worried. It is not because he is worried about Shi Xiaole's safety, but because he will lose all the face of the Sword Drawing Sect.

"Master, I want to play."

On the side of the whisk gate, a disciple automatically left the line to ask for battle, but it turned out to be Qi Hui.

After being rescued by Shi Xiaole twice in a row, Qi Hui was not very grateful, only full of jealousy and anger. He was jealous of Shi Xiaole and was sincerely admired by his elder brother, and even more angry that Zhao Molan ignored him because of Shi Xiaole.

Humph, if I hadn't been injured last time, wouldn't I need you to save me?

Qi Hui stared at Shi Xiaole and held the sword in his hand tightly.

"Brother, you..."

"Senior Brother Qi, you are really disappointing."

Both Qi Guang and Zhao Molan looked away.

Qi Hui laughed loudly. After getting Hua Chaoqun's acquiescence, he flew to the opposite side of Shi Xiaole.

"Stop talking nonsense, take action."

For fear that Qi Hui would tell him what he was at the foot of the mountain, Shi Xiaole urged him.

"Since you can't wait to embarrass you, I will give you my best."

With the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Storage, Qi Hui was full of confidence. With a sound of brushing, he could use the third-level mid-grade sword technique of the Whisk Sect and the twenty-five swords of Xuanfeng.

The sword light was continuous, stirring up a breeze that seemed to be there and there was no place. Shi Xiaole suddenly felt like she was shrouded and could not escape.

Without thinking too much, he stabbed it with one sword, which was still the basic sword technique.

Clam.

The two swords hit each other and Mars flew. Qi Hui tried his best as soon as he came up, and the sword stabbed Shi Xiaole's deadly part, which made many people frown.

Soon, Shi Xiaole was forced to a disadvantage.

"That's all the skills?"

Qi Hui sneered constantly. Thinking of Shi Xiaole's sword technique to kill the skinny old man, the attack became even more fierce, and he did not give him any chance to change his sword moves.

"You want to fight with me? I will help you."

Looking at the opponent's flaw, Shi Xiaole rushed straight. While the empty door opened, the tip of the sword also pointed to Qi Hui's chest, as if he was dying together.

How many people present, including Qi Hui, have seen such a life-threatening way of playing?

Qi Hui had to withdraw his sword and return to defense.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi Xiaole opened and closed, and continued to attack like a tiger.

Since everyone in the Huajian Sect was present, Shi Xiaole could hardly use his proud martial arts, otherwise it would be another big trouble if others asked about it.

Fortunately, he practiced Huashan sword technique to the realm of transformation, so as long as he split it into many styles, he would not be afraid of being seen through. In addition, he would have been desperate everywhere in the sword moves and barely maintained an unbeaten situation.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

When they fought for fifty moves, Qi Hui could no longer suppress the evil fire and said angrily: "You dare to die, but I think I don't dare. How could I be worse than you?"

The two swords attacked the opponent at the same time, and as they were about to die, many people screamed.

Shi Xiaole smiled silently.

His sword technique seemed to be desperate, but in fact he had a backup plan. At the critical moment, he flashed sideways and took advantage of Qi Hui's momentum to rush forward and slapped the sword body hard at the other party's face.

A pounding sound.

Qi Hui fell heavily to the ground, and a red mark of shame appeared on his angry face, and he fainted directly.

With aside his murderous intent in his heart, Shi Xiaole retreated as if nothing had happened.

"I actually won?"

The disciples of the Sword Painting Sect looked at each other and felt incredible.

If Shi Xiaole defeated Qian Tong and proved that he had some strength, then with the fourth level of Qi storage, he narrowly defeated the Furchen Sect’s personal disciple at the sixth level of Qi storage, and almost proved that he was worthy of his identity as a personal disciple?

"This puppy."

A trace of imperceptible gloom flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder, and he narrowed his eyes.

"I've been lucky enough to step on."

Qin Zhao clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and looked at Qi Hui who was lying on the ground, and almost cursed the trash.

However, Qi Guang and Zhao Molan had different ideas.

In the eyes of the two, Shi Xiaole was useless even in the Miao sword technique, and he was just showing mercy. Qi Hui hurt him repeatedly, but he even repayed his grudges with kindness. This great personality is really worthy of respect.

Everyone was different, but Hua Chaoqun was much more direct. He slapped the armrest of the chair and shouted angrily: "Good you, the sword painting school! The battles are so heavy, isn't anyone taking care of it?"

This time, the second elder immediately replied: "You are the harshest move of the Whisk Sect. Master Hua, don't be inverted right and wrong."

Hua Chaoqun glanced at the elder and thought to himself that he had received a heavy gift after all, so he could not pat his butt and leave, and said, "Wan Chong, go and learn the young man's tricks."

Wan Chong is a young man who is nearly eight feet tall. His muscles are almost like a broken suit. His pair of tiger eyes are extremely attractive. He holds a big knife in his hand and walks step by step to Shi Xiaole.

He didn't say a word, but he stood there like a fierce tiger, which made many people standing behind Shi Xiaole inexplicably scared.

"Master Hua Sect, the communication between the two sides has been completed. Isn't it appropriate for you to do this?"

The second elder stood up and obviously saw Wan Chong's power.

Hua Chaoqun said lightly: "Before the game, both sides didn't say anything. One person could only communicate with each other. Let's do this. As long as Wan Chong loses, Hua turns around and leaves."

The second elder still didn't let go, just said it was not suitable.

At this time, the Great Elder waved his hand and said, "Second Elder, I have raised a challenge. How can I not fight against the sword painting school? I believe that the heroes of the Whisk Sect know the importance of the slightest."

Hua Chaoqun smiled and said, "Wan Chong, pay attention to the measure." The last four words were particularly serious.

Wan Chong naturally understood the meaning, looked down at Shi Xiaole, and laughed: "Boy, take action. I'm afraid that if I shoot first, you won't even have a chance to take action."

"What a crazy guy!"

"It's really windy and you're not afraid of your tongue flashing."

Hearing this, the disciples of the Huajian Sect angrily rebuked. At the critical moment of the sect's communication, they subconsciously stood on Shi Xiaole's side.

"Don't believe it?"

Wan Chong grinned and suddenly drew his sword and saw a flash of sword light. The next moment, a strand of black hair fell to the ground, which was Shi Xiaole's hair.

It was as if the cold wind was blowing, and the scene was quiet and the needle could be heard.

Wan Chong's knife just now was so fast that many people didn't even see the knife clearly, and everything was over. If he was aiming at Shi Xiaole's head, then...

Many people dare not think about it anymore, and only then do they truly understand how terrible this Wan Chong is.

"Apart from the seventh level of Qi storage, only Junior Brother Qin Zhao can compete with him except for us."

Xiao Yuanbo sighed helplessly and shouted to the front: "Junior Brother Shi, come back quickly, you are no match."

Qin Zhao's pores were opened in a relaxed manner. He had even clamped the sword tightly, mobilized his skills, and was ready to replace Shi Xiaole in battle at any time.

But Shi Xiaole in the field did not retreat.

"Your knife skills are very good."

Shi Xiaole said.

"Just good? Haha, enough to kill ten you in seconds."

Wan Chong is full of confidence.

To be honest, if Wan Chong directly killed the attack, Shi Xiaole would have no use even if he had great skills, because he really couldn't stop the other party's knife.

But Wan Chong is wrong, he shouldn't show off.

Shi Xiaole said: "In my spare time, I have practiced a sword technique. Do you dare to make a gesture?"

Wan Chong thought he had heard it wrong, and laughed loudly, and after a while, he said, "No one among the disciples of the Whisk Sect is right. Even Senior Brother He admires it. Do you want to compete with me in sword techniques?"

Not to mention Wan Chong, the people from the Sword Drawing Sect were confused and difficult to understand.

The sword painting sect is named after the sword, and there are only a few low-grade sword techniques in the entire sect. Could it be that Shi Xiaole has another adventure? But even so, with his fourth level of cultivation, delusion and Wan Chong's sword comparison is not a wise choice.

"Sword technique, could this kid have hidden his unique skills?"

The Great Elder smiled faintly, and every word was heartbroken.

For most martial arts sects in the Pegasus Dynasty, the disciples who privately kept their skills or practiced martial arts in another school were all the first-class sins and were unforgivable.
To be continued...