The weakest peak master? All my disciples are immortal kings and empresses.

The disciple didn't expect that his gossiping words could be heard by the master. After being choked by Luo Xue's "unkindness", he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Junior sister, I was just joking, why take it so seriously?"

As everyone looked at him, the disciple couldn't hold back his face and had to force himself to laugh.

"Just joking? I don't think so. I need you to apologize to my master!"

Luo Xue's eyes were filled with nameless anger, and she said to him with an indifferent expression on her cold face.

"Junior sister, forgive me when you can! But does it have to be this far for a joke from senior brother?"

The disciple didn't expect that even though he had let it go, Luo Xue still kept nagging at his mistake, and immediately said stubbornly: "Besides, I am also a disciple of the peak master, how can I apologize easily? Wouldn't it be a loss of face for my seven peaks?"

But what he didn't know was that Su Changqing had been respected and loved to an extraordinary degree in Luo Xue's heart, like a lotus hidden deep in the depths, and she couldn't stand anyone blaspheming and disrespecting him.

"In this case, you and I, fellow cultivators, can initiate a sword-asking contest according to the sect's rules!"

Luo Xue's eyes turned cold again, and the temperature around her dropped a few degrees with her anger. She clasped her fists and saluted him and said: "Luo Xue, a disciple of the Thirteenth Peak, asks you a sword-asking! If you lose, apologize to my master."

"Does it have to be like this?"

The disciple unconsciously picked up the saber from the side and asked Luo Xue back.

Luo Xue didn't say anything, but just nodded coldly.

"Then, Senior Brother, you will fight with me. If I lose, I will apologize to the Thirteenth Peak Master. If I don't lose, I just need you to hand over your Dao Points."

The disciple holding the knife also saluted and said.

He was confident that Luo Xue was just a woman, and she was a disciple of the Thirteenth Peak, so her cultivation strength would not be that strong.

After all, he was also a direct disciple of Hong Changhong, and he would definitely be able to defeat Luo Xue within three moves. Maybe he could also make this beauty admire him. At the very least, he could save face in front of all the brothers.

After the two agreed, the deacon who came in search of the sound came forward to register their information.

The disciple holding the knife took the lead and jumped onto the martial arts stage, pulled the long knife out of the scabbard, looked around at the disciples watching the excitement, and felt very excited.

Luo Xue also jumped onto the martial arts stage with a leap, holding a sword and standing opposite the disciple.

"Thirteenth Peak disciple Luo Xue faces Seventh Peak disciple Zeng Peng, both at the same level of body forging!"

After the deacon announced the information, more and more disciples gathered around to watch the battle, and many disciples who were not aware of the situation were shocked.

"Thirteenth Peak? Is it the Thirteenth Peak that has never accepted a disciple?"

"Yes! Thirteenth Peak accepted a disciple a few days ago, and it is this extremely beautiful female disciple on the stage, but I don't know how strong she is."

Zeng Peng heard the whispers of the people around him and sneered, "Junior sister, don't blame me for being ruthless later!"

Luo Xue did not reply, and the Zhuhan Sword shone from the scabbard in the sunlight.

This battle is his first battle in Xuantian Dao Sect. It is not only about himself, but also about the honor of his master. He must not lose for both public and private reasons.

At the same time, several elders also came here, one of whom was the sect master Qin Xuanming.

"It seems that all of you are concerned about the female disciple that Su Changqing has accepted."

The head of the 12th Peak, Chen Ming, smiled and said, "After all, that boy has put all the 13th peaks on this female disciple. If he doesn't have the strength to win the disciple competition, he will have to give the 13th peak to me, the 12th Peak."

The head of the 7th Peak, Hong Changhong, said, "Why should I care about that boy? It's just that the disciple who fought against him is my direct disciple. What I care about is my teaching ability."

Qin Xuanming glanced at the two of them and ignored them, but in his heart he was thinking whether the snowfall on Baijing Mountain that day was related to this female disciple.

The duel on the martial arts stage began.

Zeng Peng took the lead with a long sword in his hand, stomped his feet on the ground, and slashed at Luo Xue with a long roar. The sharp blade had a faint spiritual light that turned into a sword aura.

The Seven Peak Masters valued swordsmanship, and all the disciples used swords as weapons, so most of them were men. Refining swords is different from refining swords. One emphasizes the toughness of the flesh, and the other emphasizes the combination of body skills and sword moves.

With one sword, the wind around also moved with the sword, and there were even bursts of sonic booms in the air.

The disciples watching the excitement were all shocked.

"Senior Brother Zeng has cultivated his swordsmanship and flesh to such a level after only a few days in the sect. He is really the genius that the Seven Peak Masters have taken a fancy to, but he is too fierce, isn't he? This first move is so powerful, it seems that he wants to take down Luo Xue in one move!"

"Why is Luo Xue still standing there? Could it be that she has been frightened and distracted, as if she has been shocked and distracted?If you continue like this, you will only lose!"

"Alas! It's a pity for such a beautiful woman to challenge Senior Brother Zeng right away. This is tantamount to making things more difficult for herself!"

Luo Xue put all her attention on this battle, and she didn't care about the words of the people below the stage.

For a moment, she didn't move, and watched the knife coming silently. For the same realm, Zeng Peng's physical strength is already extraordinary.

But for Luo Xue, it's just so-so.

With the Shengsheng Creation Pill to repair her spiritual roots and tendons, even if she didn't do detailed body training, she could make up for this gap with her strong spiritual roots and tendons.

As the blade was about to strike, Luo Xue jumped lightly , like a peach leaf flying in the air.

When the knife fell on Luo Xue's original position, Zeng Peng couldn't believe that he had hit nothing with his knife. Then he saw Luo Xue standing on one foot on his blade, as light as a peach leaf falling into the water.

As the Zhuhan Sword in Luo Xue's hand was slightly raised, countless ice beads appeared on the edge.

Luo Xue's eyes condensed, and then she stabbed Zeng Peng with a sword, and there was snow flying with her cold sword energy.

"Junior sister, do you also want to kill me with one move? You look down on me too much. "

Zeng Peng sneered, and took back his long sword, blocking Luo Xue's cold sword energy with his sword.

But when the sword energy was close, the scene of the sword energy dissipating did not appear as Zeng Peng expected. Instead, he felt that the cold sword energy froze his long sword.

The hand holding the sword seemed to have fallen into the freezing point, and he wanted to let go of his long sword.

Dang!

In just a moment, Zeng Peng's long sword was first frozen by the cold sword energy, and then it broke like glass with a crisp sound, falling to the ground and scattering into countless pieces.

Zeng Peng's face changed in shock, and he quickly retreated.

The head of the three peaks above looked at Luo Xue and said with interest: "Such a sharp sword move, this girl is a good seedling for learning kendo!"