"Xiaochun, don't stop!"

Although Tian Buyi didn't know what kind of mysterious method Zhang Xiaochun used, he knew that the current strange behavior of Cangsong Zhenren was definitely related to Zhang Xiaochun's mischief.

If Master Cangsong really knelt down, Tian Buyi would certainly feel relieved, but he would also lose the face of Longshou Peak.

In this case, Long Shoufeng would have to fight Zhang Xiaochun to the death. For the sake of the overall situation and face, Tian Buyi spoke out to stop Zhang Xiaochun, telling him to stop at the right time and not to really hurt his reputation.

When Zhang Xiaochun heard his master calling him, he was not angry. He immediately smiled at Tian Buyi and retracted his magical powers.

Only Master Cangsong was left, feeling frightened and being helped to a seat by Tian Buyi.

At this moment, Tian Buyi felt as happy as drinking an ice drink on a hot summer day. He laughed and said, "Junior Brother Cangsong, my disciple is very respectful. As his uncle, you shouldn't be offended by him, right?"

Cangsong Zhenren calmed down, but the scene in his mind kept lingering. He looked at Zhang Xiaochun, who was acting as gentle as jade on the stage, and said through gritted teeth: "Good, good, good ability, I, Longshou Peak, admit defeat!"

"Thank you, uncle-master, for your generosity!" Zhang Xiaochun shouted loudly on purpose, and then left the stage.

When it was Zhang Xiaofan's turn, his opponent was also a disciple from Longshou Peak. Zhang Xiaofan took out the wind and thunder sticks that were crossed behind his back. Holding them in his hands they were like two dragon maces, giving him the appearance of a heroic general.

As it was about to get up, wind and thunder came together, sand and stones flew, and the end of the stick carried tremendous power, which could be said to be extremely powerful.

I saw the twin sticks of wind and thunder flying up and down, circling like the sound of wind and rain, advancing and retreating like dragons and snakes, turning around like a tiger shaking its head, rising and falling like a dragon out to sea, whirring loudly and flashing brightly.

I don’t know if it was because Zhang Xiaofan was in a bad mood, but the pair of wind and thunder sticks looked quite powerful in Zhang Xiaofan’s hands. Combined with the wind and silver thunder, Zhang Xiaofan looked like a divine general.

Suddenly, a magic weapon, the Earth-Covering Seal, was released from his hand. Although the Earth-Covering Seal was not big, it had a heavy aura like a mountain. It seemed to weigh several kilograms and could easily crush a mountain. It contained mysterious energy and had the power to cover the earth. If the user threw it out, it could hurt the enemy.

Originally, the disciples of Longshou Peak were already struggling to deal with Zhang Xiaofan's wind and thunder sticks with their magic swords. At this time, another earth-covering seal came and they were directly knocked off the stage.

Zhang Xiaofan's quick and efficient performance won him the applause of many female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak.

As Zhang Xiaochun's elder brother, Zhang Xiaofan had a good appearance. With Zhang Xiaochun's care, he looked handsome but also a bit cool.

Although he is a little dull, this kind of naivety makes him more lovable to the older sisters.

Just from what Zhang Xiaochun saw, there were several female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak who were secretly flirting with their brother, and it seemed that they really liked him.

They were as ferocious as wolves and tigers, wishing to eat Zhang Xiaofan alive.

After Zhang Xiaofan got off the stage, Song Daren, who was instructed by Zhang Xiaochun, dragged him over to have a conversation with the disciples from Xiaozhu Peak.

After all, Song Daren has his senior sister Wen Min with him, so he has some connections, so it is naturally easier for him to get ahead.

When Zhang Xiaofan came back, his clothes were disheveled and his face was red. It was obvious that he had suffered many casualties. Senior Sister Tian Ling'er didn't think about it anymore. She was filled with "fear" of the senior sisters from Xiaozhu Peak.

Zhang Xiaochun slapped Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder and said jokingly, "Brother, how does it feel to be pursued by a female cultivator?"

Zhang Xiaofan's face was red as smoke, and he stammered, "It's fine, but those sisters are too enthusiastic, I can't handle it."

Let’s not talk about the brothers Zhang Xiaochun and Zhang Xiaofan.

Tian Buyi was naturally very happy to see that his own disciple won and that even the most disappointing Old Seven was so powerful, but Master Cangsong's face turned black.

After all, he had lost twice in a row, both times to Dazhu Peak. How could he put his face down? "Humph, isn't it just relying on magic weapons? As cultivators of our generation, we still have to be strong ourselves!" said Cangsong Zhenren with a sour mouth.

"Haha, Junior Brother Cangsong, just tell me whether Dazhu Peak won or not, right?"

"That's relying on external benefits!"

"My disciple won!" Tian Buyi said proudly.

"You..." Master Cangsong was so angry that he was speechless. He snorted coldly: "I want to see how far your disciple can go."

Tian Buyi didn't take Cangsong's words to heart. As long as the seventh brother Zhang Xiaofan could win, it would be enough. He didn't have much hope in the first place, so winning a few times would be a pleasant surprise.

The key is the eighth place, Zhang Xiaochun, who is definitely the first. Tian Buyi doesn't need to worry at all. If he is not allowed, he would like to stand up and say, "Who else? There is no one who can fight!"

Several other disciples from Dazhu Peak also won in the first round. Among the remaining thirty-two people, eight were his disciples from Dazhu Peak, which was equivalent to accounting for one quarter, which really made Tian Buyi proud!
At this time, Tian Buyi's face was already smiling as brightly as a flower.

In the next match, Zhang Xiaochun still did not make a move. He stood on the ring with his hands behind his back and just glared at his opponent. The opponent was so frightened that he became incontinent.

He shouted "my mother" and ran off the stage, leaving only a pool of steaming liquid on the stage. It can be said that he won very easily.

Zhang Xiaochun could only sigh on the stage: "It's boring, it's really boring, there's not even an opponent who can draw his sword."

According to Zhang Xiaochun's current cultivation and shared strength, he has already broken through the Taiqing Realm and entered an unprecedented realm. Even if the Beast God came, he might not be able to withstand his casual sword.

Zhang Xiaochun's words made the other disciples feel sad and uncomfortable. Inexplicably, Zhang Xiaochun's reputation spread. It was said that Zhang Xiaochun had a magic trick that he created himself, which could make anyone pee in his pants if he glared at them.

Even Uncle Cangsong almost got into trouble accidentally.

It was not until the third game that Zhang Xiaochun's opponent was a senior sister from Xiaozhu Peak. Zhang Xiaochun originally wanted to be gentle, after all, she was a senior sister. However, the senior sister looked at Zhang Xiaochun as if he was a pervert, and she simply covered her eyes and raised her hands to admit defeat.

He was afraid that if he was a little slower he would fall into Zhang Xiaochun's trap.

At this time, it was Zhang Xiaochun's turn to be upset, as if his reputation was ruined!
The other Xiaozhu Peak disciples also looked at Zhang Xiaochun in surprise. How could such a good-looking brother develop such shameless magic?
Bah, that’s so mean and shameless!

Zhang Xiaochun really wanted to defend himself at this time, I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I really am a young man who can't be more innocent!

Finally, Tian Buyi called Zhang Xiaochun over and said speechlessly, "Xiaochun, your spell is pretty good, but don't use it in the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition."

"It can be considered as saving some face for the other disciples!"

Otherwise, everyone who fights against Zhang Xiaochun will wet their pants once, and this Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition should be the most interesting one since the founding of Qingyun Sect.

Zhang Xiaochun nodded helplessly: "Alright, I'll fight you well then. But I still want to explain that it's not my fault that they peed their pants in fear. It's purely because they can't endure it psychologically. They are too fragile!"

Tian Buyi looked at Zhang Xiaochun unhappily at this time. Even Master Cangsong couldn't bear it, so how could you expect those disciples to be able to bear it?

And those disciples who were "harmed" by Zhang Xiaochun only wanted to say one thing at this time: too cruel!

(End of this chapter)