"Did this disciple of the Sword Washing Pool directly point out that he was going to challenge the four major leaders?"

At the beginning of the kendo exam, an unexpected scene appeared on the sword table. No one thought that the first disciple who had the courage to come to power was also the disciple with the most hope of winning the sword pool, and the first disciple to challenge the four leaders.

"Did they know each other before, did they have a vendetta?"

"Or is the reputation of the four sect masters too high, making the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool unhappy?"

Countless people secretly speculated in their hearts, but at the same time, they were looking at the Chishui Danxi in Sendai with countless eyes, in fact, even without the provocation of the disciples of the Sword Washing Pond, they were very concerned about this issue...

Will they continue to take the kendo exam after winning the green robe with four leads?

After all, everyone gambles a lot of money ...

However, surprisingly, there is no sound in Sendai, where the Chisui Dankei is located.

Yue Teng looked at his nose with his eyes, looked at his heart with his nose, and sat quietly. He didn't want to step down, but he didn't want to answer any questions.

Although he didn't have a name, everyone knew that Xi Jinchi's disciple was talking to him, and he didn't seem to know him.

The void had become silent, and it was silent for I don't know how long it had been before all the humming sounds quietly sounded.

"Is he really not going to take the kendo exam?"

"It should be, otherwise there is no reason to be provoked in person, and it is still so safe ......"

Some people even looked at the sword table and Sendai where the Chisui Danxi was located. Everyone sneered: "But then again, the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool have already done too much. They gathered the world's kendo talents in the sword washing pool. Who has the ability to compete with them? This green robe is composed of the four leaders in the formation—amulet, dan, and qi—and is obviously not good at martial arts. If you challenge someone, you will lose face. ”

"Yes, these four leaders are not talented people in the world. Why fight for the fame of kendo?"

"After all, there is no perfect practitioner in this world!"

There are also some people who sigh in the voice of discussion: "It's a pity that I have already taken out the spirit......"

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On the other side, in addition to the sword washing pool, there is also a pool that makes Yue Teng feel sensitive. In Sendai, which was shrouded in fog, someone also whispered, "My lord, the news you got earlier is true. It seems that the disciple of the Washing Sword Pond really doesn't like him and wants to shock him to the First World War, but he makes up his mind and refuses to participate in this war. Otherwise, that's ......"

"Hehe, it's very simple, he doesn't participate, force him to participate?"

Another faint voice rang out, seemingly dismissive.

"Young master, what do you mean......

"Hehe, just use the easiest way to ......"

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"Haha!"

Seeing that Yue Teng did not answer and did not mean to abdicate, the disciple of the Sword Washing Pool also smiled in a low voice and withdrew his gaze. He sat on the sword table, as if he was going to sit until the end of the kendo exam.

And others who watched the war began to turn their attention to other references.

"The disciple of the Washing Sword Pool was the first to arrive at the stage. Where are the others?"

Some people looked at all the cultivators around the sword table and whispered, "Isn't there anyone who has the courage to take the stage a second time?"

And around the sword table, the cultivators were also looking around, not knowing how to choose each other.

"Hehe, do you think the later you got, the better?"

At the same time, the climber gently shook the folding fan and smiled, "You're all wrong. There are ten seats on the sword table, but they can stay. That is, everyone must compete for these ten seats. The first one is placed on the table, and the other can stay and not compete with others. However, the latter one on the table, he must put down one before he can stay, and after he stays, he is immediately contested by others. Therefore, this kendo competition is unlike anything like anything before. The earlier the table, the cheaper it is......"

He smiled softly as he spoke, and walked over to the sword table.

And the people around him looked at each other, not knowing if he was telling the truth or just disturbing his thoughts.

However, just on the stage, the mountain climber was about to take the stage, but a dark shadow appeared around him. A red-breasted man in a large black cloak and holding a spear jumped onto the sword table, and then came to the opposite position of the disciple in the sword washing pool. With a spear in his hand, he stood there coldly, as if waiting for someone to challenge him. However, Zhao Xuanque is arrogant.

"This man... Stole my thunder?"

The climber stayed for a while, but smiled helplessly and went to another place to stand.

Now there are three people on the stage, ranking in the top ten, but there are still seven left, and they are slightly stunned by the surrounding monks.

Spinning, more figures rushed to the stage at the same time, each standing in its own position, but in front of the stage drew swords, there was a commotion, and after a long time, the chaotic figure on the stage quieted down, everyone grabbed the standing position, and then stared at the audience.

But at this moment, suddenly someone pointed to the stage under the stage and shouted, "Look, there is another person ......"

Everyone on the stage, only then looked around, and found that there were one more people on the stage, ten people standing on the stage, Petts was as measured as a ruler, and he was not close to anyone, nor far away from anyone, only on the far right, two people stood together, and all their eyes looked at the two of them, and their expressions were suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Huh!"

One of them, with the quickest reaction, pulled out two scimitars directly behind his back and slashed him at the other.

And the other person was not to be outdone, with a low roar, a dark cyan steel whip was held in his hand, stirring in the air, and a whirlpool had already appeared in the void, and it smashed directly towards the man with two knives, and the weapon made a "buzz" sound.

"Whoa......

These two people haven't won or lost yet, and the people around them also watched the two of them pass, but at this time, someone in the audience suddenly rushed up, and the palm of his hand was forced, and a heavy blow hit the back of the Rao who was standing on the stage before, and the person only felt that he occupied his position, his mind moved slightly, and he was unexpectedly troublesome, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the whole skirt went down.

And at this moment, I saw the audience flock to Taiwan like flying locusts, and countless people immediately fought.

Before that, the person who came to the stage first did not have any advantage, because the stage was already in chaos, like a whirlwind, people fell from the stage, and more people rushed to the stage. At that time, the wide sword platform with a radius of 100 meters seemed to be a little crowded, and there was scuffle everywhere, strong winds and sword light, and the roaring air was full of sword platforms ...

And in this melee, he immediately showed his superiority.

Boom.

This arrogant man named Qin Shanjun used his huge axe to churn, and his hideous and violent body lowered his sword one by one. He was invincible and killed those around him. Since then, no one has dared to confront him.

When the climber walks around a monk who is worthy of falling off the stage. He whispered something in the other person's ear. When the other party heard this, his face changed and he nodded again and again. Then he followed him and killed him. He did the same thing again. After a while, more than a dozen people had already gathered, but a powerful force killed him everywhere on this platform.

However, Zhao Xuanque, who was holding an iron spear, withdrew his spear and glanced around. Soon, he found a strong man, and he went to fight alone with four, but it was still more than enough. Only then did a sneer appear on his face. Suddenly, he flew over and wrestled with the strong man. Before he could fight three times, the strong man was knocked off the stage with a shot. Then he moved a little more and rushed towards another strong man.

In the chaos, the eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.

However, only the disciple of the Sword Washing Pool sat motionless, and no one within a radius of three zhang approached him.

"Why, why are you fighting so hard?"

"Look, look, look at the blood......"

"Oh, that Wu Jiao was beheaded and an arm was chopped off......"

The fights on stage are fierce, and the audience is scared. One by one, they were amazed and delighted.

At first, after listening to the strange rules of the black-robed candidates, they thought that this **color exam was destined to have nothing to see. They were very disappointed, but they did not expect that when the war began, it would be so fierce that people would feel overwhelmed.

"Wouldn't you really go to such a lively place?"

Next to Chishui Danxi Sendai, Li Xiaohong, who was wearing a red robe, sighed lightly and looked at the chaos on the sword table, and turned to look at Yue Teng. His eyes seemed to mock.

Yue Teng shook his head: "Why don't you go?"

Li Xiaohong smiled faintly and said, "After all, I am a delicate girl. What's so bad about killing me like this?"

Yue Teng nodded and said, "Yours really makes sense!"

Li Xiaohong smiled: "Do you know that disciple of the Sword Washing Pool?"

Yue Teng didn't answer, and shook his head lightly for a while.

Li Xiaohong: "But he kept watching you, as if he was waiting for you to go in!"

Yue Teng stopped talking, and also looked up at the sword, and then frowned slightly.

He naturally also noticed that the disciple who cleaned the sword pool was the first to board the sword table, but until now, no one had made a move, and no one dared to provoke him. He sat calmly on the table, as if he hadn't touched anything. Only occasionally, he looked up at Sendai, where the Chishui Danxi was located. In his eyes, there seemed to be a sharp edge gently crossing...

It's not just him, it's even the sword washing pond above Sendai, behind the sword mist, it seems that some people are staring at themselves...

"Are they all waiting for me?"

Yue Teng thought to himself: "In this way, they have already recognized me, but if they really regard me as a demon, why don't they come to me directly and wait for me to take the initiative?"

"What did the Immortal Alliance do to them?"

When he thought of this, he quietly looked at Sendai, which was shrouded in fog. "There were people watching me, too. My eyes make me uncomfortable. There doesn't seem to be much good in that. Who are they?"