Seeing Li Yan running out in a hurry, Xu Yin walked into the house.

"Why is Li Yan in such a hurry today, did you tell her anything?"

Chu Li replied casually: "She said that there were a lot of things to be busy in the sword trial conference, so she left after putting down the pill." ”

Xu Yin didn't feel strange: "Oh...... That Chu Li, this "Qingyun Sword Technique" has been practiced a thousand times, why I still don't feel it at all. ”

"It's early, it's early. Chu Li pretended to be deep, "When you swing your sword without distractions, you will know what kind of talented person your Qingyun Ancestor was back then." ”

"Okay, then I'll go and practice. ”

"Don't worry, you can take me to the sword trial conference today to have a look. ”

Xu Yin was taken aback by Chu Li's words: "You want to go to the sword trial conference? ”

"After seeing that Zhao Xiang yesterday, I have already been exposed. If this is the case, we naturally need to take the initiative. Sitting back and waiting to end up in trouble is not my style. ”

"Well, what are you going to do. There were only two of us, so we were too much to do. ”

Chu Li raised his head and thought for a while: "What do you think, how about me being the chief disciple of your Qingyun Sect?"

......

It was noon, and after Li Yan left Xu Yin's residence, she went straight to the venue of the sword trial conference, and she wanted to tell Zhao Xiang the news of the failure of the poisoning as soon as possible.

And in the spectator seat in front of the largest martial arts arena in Qingyunmen, Nangong Wenya, the head of Qingyunmen, and the six elders sat in turn. On the martial arts stage, it was the top four players of the fencing competition who finally stood out after the knockout matches yesterday and during the day today. Xu Yin's fiancé Zhao Xiang is also among them. Those who stayed under the stage of the martial arts show were naturally a large group of internal and external disciples who came to see the excitement.

After the head Nangong Wenya discussed with the six elders for a while, he stepped forward and said to the disciples in the audience, "After discussion, my Qingyunmen Sword Trial Conference will continue to be held as originally planned. In the afternoon, the semi-finals will be held, and the finals will be held tomorrow, and the new chief disciple of the Qingyun Sect will be finally selected. ”

Just when the head of the sect announced that he would let the disciples leave, one of the top four players and the chief disciple of the previous term stood up and said: "Tell the boss, Yang voluntarily gave up the semi-finals this afternoon. ”

Zhao Xiang, who heard this, grinned, it seemed that the opponent's abstention was deliberately arranged by him.

The head of Nangong Wenya couldn't help frowning: "You have a good chance of success this year, are you sure you want to give up?"

The disciple said respectfully: "Tell the master, elders, Yang voluntarily gave up the semi-finals in the afternoon. ”

When the head was about to shake his head and sigh, a disciple next to Zhao Xiang also stood up: "Tell the master, elders, disciples also voluntarily give up the competition for the semifinals this afternoon." ”

"Whoa......

Two disciples voluntarily withdrew from the competition, and the inner and outer disciples who stayed to eat melons began to talk about it. Some are suspecting that there is a black-box operation, and some are saying that Zhao Xiang is expected to be the chief disciple.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient. Everybody give me peace!"

The person who walked to the head of the sect to maintain the scene was Zhao Xiang's master, and he was also the most respected elder of Qingyunmen. At this time, although he looked serious, he was already happy in his heart.

"Master, I see that these two disciples have no intention of fighting, otherwise they will ...... in the afternoon," the Great Elder whispered in Nangong Wenya's ear.

The head Nangong asked Ya with a solemn expression, and she said to the two remaining players in the audience: "What about the two of you, are you also planning to give up this year's sword trial competition?" ”

"The disciple is reluctant to give up. Zhao Xiang immediately took a step forward.

The head of the sect set his eyes on the last player, who was also an inner disciple, he was still wearing a very simple black linen coat, and he was holding a sword in his arms. Because he was wearing a hat, he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Xiang Yue, are you planning to give up the competition, or do you plan to continue to compete. Qingyun asked.

The swordsman named Xiang Yue raised his head, his sharp eyes first drifted to the elders on the stage, and then turned his head to look at the triumphant Zhao Xiang.

But in the end, Xiang Yue pursed his lips and lowered his head: "I give up." ”

Three of the top four players have given up the game, which means that the new chief disciple has been determined, and that is Zhao Xiang!

When the head of the sect had not yet announced that Zhao Xiang was the chief disciple, the inner and outer disciples under the martial arts stage had already begun to coax. is all saying that Zhao Xiang's strength is not only strong, but also honest and kind, and being the chief disciple is a matter of people's desire.

It seems that Zhao Xiang is in the sect on weekdays, and he does not do what those hypocrites do.

After the Great Elder used the aura to silence all the disciples

, The head of Nangong asked Ya helplessly and said: "Since three of the four players have given up the competition, then Zhao Xiang, a disciple of Qinglong Hall, can become a candidate for the chief disciple." If you want to become the chief, you also need to be recognized by the Qingyun Ancestors. Zhao Xiang, you are willing to accept the assessment now. ”

Zhao Xiang has been waiting for this day for a long time, and he is naturally full of confidence: "Disciple, I am willing to accept the assessment!"

"That's very good. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Qingyun Sword, the Zhenfang Divine Sword in Nangong Wenya's hand, suddenly flew out of its scabbard, and under the control of the aura, the blade fell not far in front of Zhao Xiang.

The Qingyun Sword suspended in mid-air shimmered with light, and its sword body was as green as a piece of jade. On the sword tray was a dark green dragon, which was coiling around its body, wrapping around a milky white source stone in the center of the sword holder.

It is rumored that the white source stone contains the remnants left by the Qingyun Ancestor when he ascended, and it can distinguish whether a person has the ability to accept the inheritance of the Qingyun Sect.

This is also a way for Qingyunmen to choose the head or chief disciple for a long time.

The head of Qingyun raised his right hand, and the light of the Qingyun Sword was great, and the milky white source stone released a beam of light.

According to the rules of the sect, a person who is hit by a white beam means that he has been recognized by the Qingyun Ancestor and can become the chief disciple or a candidate for the head of the sect.

Zhao Xiang, who was confident, stood up straight, waiting for Qingyun Jian to choose himself.

But who would have thought that the white beam of light actually crossed Zhao Xiang and flew towards the disciples under the martial arts stage. When everyone didn't react to why this was happening, the light of the Qingyun Sword hit Chu Li, who was about to watch the play.

In fact, Chu Li and Xu Yin had already arrived at the venue of the sword trial conference, but Chu Li had always deliberately hidden his aura, so the people around him did not notice that there was one more person around him. It wasn't until he was "selected" by Qingyun Sword that Chu Li's position was revealed.

"Hey, who is this person", "Why is this man in a wheelchair", "I don't seem to have seen him", ......

When the disciples were arguing, Zhao Xiang, who had already seen Chu Li, frowned and did not speak very carefully.

The Great Elder in front of the martial arts platform opened his mouth and asked, "Who is this little friend, but he is a disciple of my Qingyun Sect?"

"Me?"

Chu Li is face smirked: "I plan to be the chief disciple of your Qingyun Sect, what do you think?"