Hearing Shi Hao's words, Chu Yun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Shi Hao, I didn't want to pay attention to you. But if you insist on seeking death, the deity doesn't mind bloodstaining this seven-foot sword platform!"

"Arrogance!"

"You are a mortal in the nether realm of a sword technique, and you dare to speak out here?"

"Xiao Hao, if you have the opportunity, teach this bastard a hard lesson. Lest you not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick?"

"Also, you also took this opportunity to show in front of Qian'er. Let Qian'er know that you are her king!"

Chu Yun's cold words had just fallen, and Shi Hao hadn't said anything yet, but Yang Qian's parents were the first to jump out and say angrily at Chu Yun.

"Dad, Mom, you're going too far!"

Yang Qian roared angrily at her parents with red eyes, and then pulled Chu Yun to the other side: "Chu Yun, let's go, ignore them!"

"You dead girl, are you going to be angry with us?" Yang Qian's mother was so angry that her delicate body trembled.

Shi Hao stepped forward and persuaded with a smile: "Auntie, why be angry? I'll let him know how unbearable this nether native is?"

"Good courage!" Yang Qian's father admired all his life, and was even more satisfied with Shi Hao, "A good man should have such confidence and courage." ”

At this time, a group of participants entered one after another, and the semi-finals were about to begin.

"Uncle and aunt, I went up. Shi Hao said politely.

Yang Qian's parents nodded: "Go, Xiaohao." Let's let Qian'er see your glory!"

In the eyes of Yang Qian's parents, who were full of ardent expectation, Shi Hao proudly took the stage.

"Chu Yun, I..." On the other side, Yang Qian's eyes were red, full of guilt, and she lowered her head and looked at Chu Yun full of apologies.

Chu Yun shook his head and chuckled: "Senior sister, don't feel guilty, no matter what your parents are, you are always my Chu Yun's senior sister in the Sword Casting Hall." ”

After Chu Yun entered the Sword Immortal Palace, there were not many people he was familiar with, and even fewer friends. But Yang Qian is definitely one.

This senior sister always works hard for the Sword Casting Hall, and she took a year off before, and she was reprimanded by her a lot.

But the strong concern in those reprimanding words made Chu Yun feel warm.

This kind of friendship has not been experienced by Chu Yun for many years.

As for the displeasure between Yang Qian's parents, it has nothing to do with Yang Qian, Chu Yun naturally will not be angry.

Seeing Chu Yun's smile, the worry in Yang Qian's heart suddenly dissipated a lot. A charming smile appeared on the delicate pretty face.

Fortunately, Chu Yun didn't blame her.

But can you really only be your senior sister forever?

No one saw the deep loss contained in Yang Qian's bright smile.

Soon, on the platform of Nuoda, a group of participants have appeared one after another.

As soon as he took the stage, many people began to huddle together. After a while, nearly ten small groups appeared on the platform, each standing at the edge of the platform.

In the middle area, no one dared to set foot in it.

Because, there, is the exclusive venue of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden.

Call~

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through. The originally chaotic venue was quiet for a moment.

A thin and handsome figure immediately appeared in everyone's sight.

The Holy Womb inscription has appeared!

For this mysterious Asgard Holy Son, it naturally attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.

Everyone competed to look at each other, only to see Gong Ming dressed in white, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, handsome and extraordinary. But the face is expressionless, giving people a kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

The first feeling that Gong Ming gives people is cold and quiet, with a dark edge.

Like a sword!

"Hello Holy Son!"

The people on the stage all bowed down and worshipped, but the sound of respect echoed the heavens and the earth.

But in this crowd, there was only one person, whose body was still upright, and his hands were proud.

"Chu Yun~"

Yang Qian pulled behind him, but Chu Yun turned a deaf ear.

"This idiot, in front of the Holy Son, he is looking for death, right?" Shi Hao and the others sneered.

Leng Qiufeng also secretly scolded Chu Yun's pen.

The Holy Son once learned swords from the palace master, and although he has not seen many people, he is recognized as the first disciple of the Immortal Palace.

In the Sword Immortal List for several consecutive years, the person at the top of the list is Gong Ming, and his status is undeniable.

Gong Ming obviously also noticed the handsome young man who stood out from the crowd. An indifferent gaze swept over Chu Yun, he didn't say anything, but the chill made people tremble.

After Gong Ming came to the stage, the Holy Maiden Lu Xuexin and Xia Lan also walked up and stood beside the Holy Son.

It seems that the three of them should be in a group.

After everyone came to the stage, sitting on the top of the house, Mu Guyan and other people in charge of the Immortal Palace also sat down, and Xia Jiang, the dean of the inner courtyard who presided over the Sword Immortal War, began to speak.

"Congratulations, standing on the stage of the rematch. ”

"Standing here already means that you are much better than your peers. ”

"But unfortunately, after this scene, only ten of you present can remain. ”

"Guys, go all out. ”