Chapter 661 First Defeat

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

"Wake up quickly, I haven't been there for two days, I'm going to the Sword Club today!"

Hao Siyun's voice sounded in his ear, Zhou Shu opened his eyes, "Oh, I got it."

"Hmph, so lazy."

Hao Siyun trotted out, "Brother, we'll wait for you outside."

Zhou Shu stood up from the liquid medicine, used a cleansing formula, and walked out quickly.

He has been rushing through Shuren Lane in Wushuang City, and almost lost track of time, but the results are not bad, and now he can last forty-three breaths.

Tree people alley, there are continuous tree people, every time you rush to a floor, you will face new tree people, and the number of tree people is constantly rising, the number is more, the coordination is more diverse, and the difficulty is doubled Speaking of which, now he has to face the pincer attack of five treants, and he is a little exhausted.

I haven't found a good solution yet, but if I do it a few more times, it should be ok, but the one thousand points are usually used up, and if the remaining one thousand can't last to 100 interest, there will be trouble .

"Brother, you are a bit weird."

Yang Mei stared at Zhou Shu for a while, then whispered.

Hao Siyun bluntly said, "Yeah, I'm not energetic at all, lazy, and it's not like this at ordinary times."

Yang Mei said with great concern, "Why don't you take another day off?"

Zhou Shu smiled, "I'm fine."

Of course, his spirit is not very good. No matter who's soul has been whipped and stabbed hundreds of thousands of times, it is rare to be better. At this time, he is quite tired, although his spiritual power has recovered, But the soul is far from being in the state, and it can only display 30% to 40% of its normal strength, and the third transformation and the fourth transformation require high-explosive spells, without the support of the soul, it can only be used once or twice.

It will take several hours to recover.

But he didn't care too much, entering the sword list was basically a foregone conclusion, winning or losing didn't matter, and after fighting Shuren for a long time, he also wanted to fight other people to change his state.

"Oh, be careful for a while."

Yang Mei looked at it for a while before turning her head away.

Not long after, a few people arrived at the foot of Tianxing Peak, and the crowd was surging and the hustle and bustle continued.

With the progress of the sword meeting, the competition became more and more intense and attractive, and many cultivators who watched the ceremony arrived early to have a sneak peek.

"Zhou Shu!"

"Zheng Hengheng!"

Zhou Shu had just stood there for a while when he heard his name.

Originally, I hoped to recover for a while, but it seemed that there was nothing to hope for, and being the first to appear again, this kind of luck was rare.

And the opponent is still a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Zheng Hengheng stared at Zhou Shu with a dignified expression, and there was no trace of negligence in his eyes. He obviously attached great importance to Zhou Shu and regarded him as an opponent in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Zhou Shu arched his hands, "Zhou Shu, I met Senior Zheng."

Zheng Hengheng nodded, and said calmly, "Don't dare to do it, the old man has drawn his sword first."

Not long after, the wind and cloud rose suddenly on the peak, and the cloud covered the fog, almost covering everything, and the figures of the two people could not be seen from the picture wall.

A cultivator under the stage said, "Is this the Yunwu Sword Art?"

"That's right, one of the advanced sword techniques of Tianjianmen is also called Hengshan Yunwu Thirteen Swords. .”

"But Zhou Shu is not a persimmon, and the outcome of this battle is hard to predict."

"No, I think Zhou Shu will definitely win this round."

"why?"

"In the last two sword fights, Zheng Hengheng lost to Wang Banbi, and Wang Banbi lost to Zhou Shu. Isn't the ending obvious?"

"So that's the case, what brother said makes sense."

Hearing the conversation of several people, Yang Mei and Hao Siyun felt relieved, but they still stared at Liu Yingbi closely, trying to see something.

After about a hundred breaths, Zhou Shu's voice came out, "I lost."

Zheng Hengheng stood with his sword in his hand, with a look of surprise on his face, he nodded slowly, "Friend Zhou, I've accepted it."

Zhou Shu nodded and quickly fell off the stage.

All of a sudden, there were many startled voices, "Strange, how did Zhou Shu lose?"

"Yeah, how could someone who won even Wang Banbi lose to Zheng Hengheng? Is there some conspiracy we don't know about?"

"I heard that Zheng Hengheng is the nephew of Elder Zheng's descendant. Could it be that Zhou Shu knew in advance and sold his friendship..."

"Zhou Shu lost in the first match, but it's a pity that he didn't win all. If I were him, I wouldn't come later. Anyway, I can enter the sword list."

Not paying attention to these, Zhou Shu walked over to the two girls with a calm face.

Limited by his spirit and soul, he can only use 30% to 40% of his strength, which is obviously not enough to face a Nascent Soul cultivator who is waiting for him. Although he used the few fourth changes to see through the opponent's sword intent and break through The opponent defended several times, but he was unable to continue because of his strength and lack of heart. He barely managed to deal with it, consumed a lot of spiritual power and consciousness, and couldn't see the chance of winning, so he simply surrendered.

Yang Mei said with concern, "Brother, are you alright?"

Hao Siyun also came to comfort him, "It doesn't matter, don't be afraid of losing, senior brother will definitely enter the sword list!"

Zhou Shu smiled, "Don't worry, I have concerns, let's go back."

The two women nodded, followed obediently, and went straight back to the mountain.

On the boom peak, the faces of the two monks also showed a trace of surprise.

"Heh, Elder Zheng, my nephew has won."

Chen Huayu arched his hands, as if to congratulate.

Zheng Huabai waved his hand, "It's a fluke for Heng Heng to win, and it's strange for Zhou Shu to lose. Seeing that he was able to handle the cloud and mist sword with ease, he thought he had found a flaw in the sword will and could win, but he gave up all of a sudden."

Chen Huayu smiled and said, "Finding a flaw doesn't mean that you can definitely defeat your opponent. After all, there is a difference in level. Moreover, Mr. Zheng has worked very hard in the past ten years and has made great progress."

"The progress of a sword cultivator mainly depends on his savvy. Heng Heng's savvy is not good enough, no matter how hard he works," Zhang Huabai said indifferently, "But this time he can beat Zhou Shu, who has defeated Wang Banbi, and he is proud of himself. "

"Hehe, that's..."

Fairy Yudie on the side didn't speak, but frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

Under Tianxing Peak, on a grassy hill far away from the crowd, stood two monks.

One of them was extremely tall, while the other was very short. Both were dressed in green clothes, with a rather strange mask on their faces.

It's pure black, but it's covered with weird golden patterns, and where the eyes are supposed to be, there are two golden flowers painted on it.

"Rou'er, this Zhou Shu..."

The little monk said indifferently, "Father, it is common sense that the Golden Core Realm is not as good as the Nascent Soul Realm."

"No, his soul is in the way, otherwise he will definitely win this game," the tall monk said slowly, "He is very good in all aspects, not only the sword intent, but the spiritual power and magic weapons of the soul are far superior to those of his peers, but the soul is beyond Not much, logically it shouldn’t be like this, I don’t know if it’s normal or something went wrong.”

The little monk seemed thoughtful, "Maybe he hasn't recovered well, I heard that he was the right monk two days ago."

"Two days is enough to recover."

Master Gao shook his head, "Such a genius of swordsmanship is still a master of weapon refining, it would be a pity if his soul is short."

"oh……"