Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is A Bit Magical

Why are these two people still dancing with swords?

What kind of thing is this?

This is what most people here thought.

But everyone actually has some answers in their hearts, but they just haven't spoken them out.

There are any reactions.

After Danding City understood this, they fully understood that this time the Golden Lotus Society would not be able to gain anything, and it would only add to the jokes.

For example, the Lei family in the southern part of Dongzhou are already mostly feeling cold at this moment.

As the housekeeper of the Lei family, Zhu Chuan is currently thinking about how to get Lei Zhengde, a playboy, to apologize to the two people on the stage!

Even though they had the opportunity to advance to the finals, the two of them danced swords majestically as if they were having fun, which is enough to prove that the relationship between the two is extraordinary.

And these two young sword cultivators who have extremely understood the power of the sword, if they have to settle the previous affairs afterwards... Yulou Palace, Jiananxi Sword Sect... Zhu Chuan has begun to regret taking Lei Zhengde, who has failed to achieve anything but failed. Something came out.

After a while, the two people on the stage stopped moving.

Su Liang pretended to wipe the sweat on his forehead that was not there and said, "I'm so tired."

Chen Huaiyu slowly rolled his eyes.

"What's your expression?"

"Sword dance before entering the finals... you can't even imagine it." Chen Huaiyu put away Bai Nianjian.

The Qingping Sword in Su Liang's hand also disappeared, and then he stretched out a finger and shook it: "No, no, no. It just needs to be high-profile, let everyone see it, let the entire Dongzhou see it."

See? What did you see?

Chen Huaiyu wanted to ask, but didn't.

"Do you want to ask what you saw?"

Su Liang leaned forward slightly, and the distance between the two was not far. As soon as he got closer, he could smell the fragrance of the girl.

"No. It's time for you to go down."

Chen Huaiyu leaned back with some disgust, but did not take a step back.

"That's it...Okay, then I'll go down."

Su Liang said with some regret, and then actually took two steps back, waved his hand upwards, and said loudly: "Admit defeat!"

Wow!

Obviously everyone was mentally prepared in advance, but they were still a little shocked at the moment.

How could you just give up such an opportunity?

The relationship between these two people is really extraordinary.

Many years later, when Chen Huaiyu asked again why he chose to perform the sword dance in such a high-profile manner, Su Liang took the time to take credit and said:...

Cheng Shuanglin appeared silently. Although he knew it was a bit redundant, he still refused to give up: "Are you sure?"

Su Liang nodded, "OK."

"..."

"Mr. Cheng, relax." Su Liang smiled and pointed at himself, "It's normal that a sword cultivator who understands sword power at the second level cannot beat a sword cultivator who understands sword power at the third level."

Cheng Shuanglin glanced sideways at him.

Did you hit me? You didn’t even hit me, so you said this?

But, what he said is also true.

Cheng Shuanglin sighed and announced the results of the competition.

So, the two of them walked off the stage one after the other.

Su Liang raised his eyes and looked at the vast sky, the sparse clouds, and... the people in front of him, feeling very good.

At the same time, in a dark cave somewhere in the Nanxi Sword Sect, Chen Shiyi, who originally wanted to watch a live broadcast, silently put down the self-ground coffee in his hand with a melancholy look on his face.

Okay, now it’s better.

It's hard to say that the third senior brother will become a real person in a while.

If Chen Shiyi were at the scene at this moment, he would probably want to say to Su Lianglai the most: "You are miserable! You have fallen in love!"

...

The first competition ended in such a dramatic way.

But thanks to them, the competition between Liu Bairong and Zhou Yun was seamless.

After a match in the finals, there was no need to repair the martial arts platform, which made the earth magicians who had been waiting very uncomfortable.

Zhou Yun did not suffer much injury in yesterday's competition. Both sides changed their moves and competed based on their own foundation and hard power. There were relatively few technical battles.

After a day of adjustment, Zhou Yun's momentum was even stronger than yesterday.

At the last moment, he briefly touched the energy of the sword force with the artistic conception of water droplets piercing the stone. After a day of accumulation, although he could not directly step into the realm of the sword force, he still had half a foot on the threshold, and he was almost there. One kick.

Liu Bairong still wore the veil and had no intention of taking it off.

Kong Qi watched silently, also evaluating in his heart.

Of course, he was not evaluating Zhou Yun, but Chen Huaiyu.

In this Golden Lotus Society, when he entered the Nanxi Sword Sect, Beizhai Academy was actually building momentum with the main purpose of suppressing the Nanxi Sword Sect.

Therefore, he only interrupted Wu Mianyu when he wanted to admit defeat, and even gave the spirit stone readily after Su Liang came out to cause trouble.

What you want is just a result.

A result of Hokusai Academy not losing to Nanxi Sword Sect.

Does it matter?

Normally, this would not be important, but if the news Liu Bairong brought was true... it would be very important.

Since Hokusai Academy has this advanced information, it must plan ahead and prepare backup plans.

The Liu family in Zhongzhou is a good thread.

Zhou Yun is not worried. What he is worried about is Chen Huaiyu, who has understood the power of the sword and is at the pinnacle of the Three Realms.

Will it win?

He wasn't sure.

The second competition will begin soon.

With the same move, endless water rose from all directions, covering the entire competition stage.

But it can be clearly felt that the flowing water sword intention this time is more tenacious than the last time.

In just one day, such progress is already remarkable.

Most people felt that this battle must be a more exciting showdown, probably not inferior to yesterday's battle with Hong Yunlan.

In the stands, Su Liang, who was observing the entire competition arena with his spiritual mind, suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Chen Huaiyu noticed his expression from the corner of his eye.

"Something strange."

Su Liang's mind suddenly couldn't sense Liu Bairong's breath, but through the water flow, he could still clearly see the figures of Liu Bairong and Zhou Yun.

"Zhou Yun should lose." Su Liang thought for a moment and said.

On the competition stage, through the water flow, you can already see the fight between the two sides.

Eight Grotto-Heaven spirit swords surrounded Zhou Yun, fighting with Liu Bairong.

"I think so too." Chen Huaiyu nodded in agreement, and then continued: "However, it shouldn't be a simple loss, right?"

Su Liangzhong evaluated it silently. After a moment, he shook his head: "It's hard to say."

As if his words came true, Zhou Yun, who was fighting back and forth on the stage, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, revealing a huge flaw. Liu Bairong slapped him on the chest with a palm, and he retreated sharply.

Sudden changes caused the originally evenly matched two sides to instantly transform into an overwhelming advantage for one side.

Liu Bairong started chasing Zhou Yun.

The latter can only rely on Perfect Sword Intent to keep dealing with it.

"It seems a little strange."

Chen Huaiyu frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

At the moment when Zhou Yun inexplicably vomited blood, she felt a fleeting energy.

Su Liang held his chin and said nothing.

That moment just now... could it be Divine Ability?