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The hazy fog was half-obscured, and even the people who arrived early were full of mystery.

Standing on the island, he looked around and didn't find anyone he knew, perhaps it was hidden by the fog, and he could only see the figure of someone nearby.

More and more people gathered on the island, and there was a lot of discussion, and some people were even more anxious to wait. In the end, I saw a middle-aged monk who looked no more than fifty years old stepped forward, stood in the middle, and watched everyone.

"Now that the people have almost arrived, then the conference has officially begun, and I have the honor to preside over the conference must be fair and strict, everyone is just exchanging weapons, and the point is up, and you can't easily hurt people. ”

Qinglin's expression moved, and he blurted out in shock: "It turned out to be him." ”

"Who is it?" You Ruan couldn't help but look up, and when he saw the person in front of him, his face was full of shock.

This person is none other than Qiu Zhongming, the master of the Holy Ruins Gate, Youru and Qinglin once pretended to be a miracle doctor to save his grandson, but they didn't expect him to be elected as the host of the conference.

As soon as Qiu Zhongming spoke, everyone immediately became quiet, and the conference began.

"Let me come first. "The black-faced monk of about thirty years old stood in the middle of the field, holding a strange sword, and the reason why it was strange was that black swords were so rare.

He glanced at everyone, complacent, and as soon as the sword was unsheathed, it was amazing: "I don't ask for the first, I only want to keep fifty rings, and if not, I will never report my name." ”

"Then I'll meet your lord's black sword. "The small-eyed monk of about the same age came to the stage without showing weakness, and a sword that seemed ordinary but shone with golden light was also extraordinary.

At the beginning of the conference, the island was in a fight, with swords and swords, all kinds of strange-shaped weapons, and the black sword of the black-faced monk was indeed overwhelming, and after forty-nine games, he still held the ring.

There was an uproar in the audience, and a young man with good facial features slowly took a few steps, with a chilling breath on his body, as if he was deliberately giving everyone a dismount, but his hands were empty, and he didn't know what kind of magic weapon was hidden in his body.

Looking at this familiar face, Qinglin frowned slightly, isn't this the pen boy who caught his attention on the Snow Ridge Mountain? It seems that his artifact must be the pen stick.

When Qinglin looked at the man, the man also looked at him, and a pair of sharp eyes emitted a stunning cold light.

The black-faced monk was curious, only to feel a strong wind blowing, he swung his sword up, and even the human sword was swept far away, and when he barely stabilized his body, he could see clearly that the object in the man's hand was a pen.

The green pen body, like bamboo and jade, shines with a luster of luster, and the tip of the pen presents a golden gray color, like a precious bird feather made, very smooth, and the whole pen gives people a feeling of being extraordinary.

"How much power can a pen have?" the black-faced monk was surprised.

The man smiled faintly and said arrogantly: "This is not an ordinary pen, I can write, and the words of martial arts are immeasurable." ”

"I'm here to see how powerful a pen can be. The black-faced monk seemed to be unconvinced, and the black sword emitted a thick black aura and swept away.

"Hmph!" the man snorted coldly, as if he didn't put the black-faced monk in his eyes at all, and with the tip of his pen, a cellophane seemed to appear in front of him, forcibly blocking the black qi.

The black qi rebounded, and the black-faced monk was injured by his own sword qi, and his entire body was blasted out more than ten meters away, and even the ground was smashed and sunk.

The man's pen fell, and the cellophane also shattered, but in the void there were four big golden characters left: self-immeasurable.

"Awesome. ”

"Good penmanship. ”

"Magical ......"

People are talking about it, and they are very optimistic about it.

The man smiled faintly, and the pride in his eyes was even stronger: "This pen is made of bamboo jade sacrifice, and the tip of the pen is made of the hair of Huoluan, and the two are added together, this pen has magical power, and I named it Zhuluan Immortal Pen." ”

"What, the body of the pen turned out to be bamboo jade, it's hard to find for a thousand years......"

"Is there a lot of Huoluan, there is only one in the world. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and this pen seemed to have really become a fairy pen in the man's mouth.

"Immortal pen, I want to try how immortal this immortal pen is. ”

Mocking voices break the silence on the field and bring everyone back to reality.

You Ruan stared at the person who appeared again with wide eyes, and couldn't hide his shock: "Jiang Yu?"

Jiang Yu took a white folding fan, waving it back and forth, graceful but unruly.

Qinglin was very unhappy when he saw Youru staring at Jiang Yu for a long time, and as soon as he reached out and clamped her chin, he said coldly, "Have you always been looking forward to seeing him?"

"What nonsense, how can I have it?" Youru took Qinglin's hand away and glared at him a little unhappily.

"If you let me know that you have someone else in mind, I'll cut you off. Qinglin leaned closer to Yu Yu and whispered in his ear, with a threatening tone.

looked at Qinglin in confusion, what is called breaking her thoughts, how to break the law, kill someone?

Qinglin smiled funny, revealing mystery.

Jiang Yu didn't notice the two of them, and when the folding fan waved, a cold sword filled the sky and earth caused the temperature here to drop suddenly, and many people were caught off guard, and they couldn't help but shiver a few times.

"Guanghan Sword!" The man recognized the sword at a glance, and his face finally changed, and his expression became much more solemn.

I haven't seen him for a few months, Jiang Yu's exercises have simply advanced by leaps and bounds, and as soon as the cold sword comes out, the cold light shines through, like a giant python running wildly between heaven and earth, in the void, as if a deep and wide opening has been cracked, and it will not disperse for a long time.

Everyone knows that this Guanghan sword was originally derived from heaven and earth, absorbing hundreds of millions of years of cold qi, and was finally refined by Jiang Lingtian's master, the Venerable Wuli, the sword power comes from the sky, the sword qi is born on the ground, the greater the power of the sword, the stronger the power of the sword.

Jiang Yu showed his might, and when the air was calm, he looked at the man with an indifferent expression: "I heard that Baixu Zhenren has accepted a new disciple, it must be you?"

"Huh?" The man was slightly surprised, presumably he didn't expect Jiang Yu to recognize his identity at a glance, his expression gradually returned to calm, and he said with a faint smile: "That's right, Baixu Zhenren is the family teacher, with the surname Xiang under his surname, and his single name is a yang character." ”

"Hehe, then Jiang Yu will ask Gongzi Xiangyang for a lesson or two. ”

Xiangyang didn't have time to come back to his senses, the freezing three-foot cold had already hit him, and even the surrounding sea area was dyed with a layer of white air, if it wasn't for the sea water being wide enough and its own ability to keep out the cold, I am afraid that a radius of hundreds of miles would be covered by the air layer.

Zhuluan Xianbi and Guanghan Sword fight endlessly, on the island, the fog is dense and sparse, the mountains and rocks are destroyed, the waves are rushing to the sky, people have retreated to avoid it, fortunately the mountains on the island are continuous, solid enough, otherwise it will sink and perhaps.

In the crowd, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking this way, Qinglin looked around but found no trace, and his breath was a lot colder between his slight frowns.