"Fifteenth, twenty-eighth, go to the ring!"

As the elder's loud voice came, Zhang Hao knew that it was his turn.

When Zhang Hao came to the stage, he naturally attracted everyone's attention again.

The sect leader on the high platform, several peak masters, and many elders all set their eyes on Zhang Hao at the same time.

This sinner who killed the Heavenly Spirit Root disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect!

There are few people with good-looking faces, and in their eyes, Zhang Hao is a sinner, a sinner who has destroyed the foundation of the Imperial Sword Sect.

"Huh...... This son has actually advanced to the foundation building!"

Wei Siyuan said with some surprise, and suddenly everyone suddenly discovered that in their opinion, this waste spirit root who had only been promoted to an inner disciple by some chance had actually become a foundation building cultivator.

"Hmph, it's just relying on chance, the dual-lineage miscellaneous spirit root, the perception ability is low, what is the achievement of such a gift?" Zhang Ming snorted coldly, obviously still unable to let go of Zhang Hao's killing of Chen Xinci.

"What the Sect Master said is reasonable. This son's talent is destined to make it impossible for him to achieve much in his cultivation. Although he may be amazing and brilliant in the early stage of cultivation, as time passes, he will inevitably drown out to everyone and gradually lose his dazzling light. He Bi nodded.

In addition to Nian Ci, who did not speak out, several other peak masters and many elders also spoke out one after another, expressing their agreement with Zhang Ming's views.

"Humph!"

Nian, who had been silent, suddenly snorted coldly.

His tone was a little unhappy and he said: "As far as my Tai A Feng's disciple is not as good as a person, right? Your mountain has produced a foundation building monk, that is, the potential is infinite and the talent is outstanding, and my Tai A Feng has produced a foundation building disciple, that is, it is completely by chance, and it will definitely be unknown to everyone in the future." ”

After saying this, everyone else obediently closed their mouths, although Zhang Ming was a little dissatisfied with Nianci, but he didn't have a seizure, so he had to pretend to taste the spiritual tea and stop talking.

"Sign on the fifteenth, Lin Ming. Please give us a lot of advice. ”

On the opposite side of Zhang Hao, the disciple arched his hand.

"Tai Ah Feng Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao nodded slightly and said, "Let's shoot." ”

The disciple named Lin Ming saw that Zhang Hao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to take him seriously at all, and suddenly a wave of anger rose in his heart, and even the flying sword with the sacrifice was a little sharper.

"Then senior brother should be careful!"

Lin Ming's true qi poured into the flying sword, and suddenly a sword qi rolled up three whirlwinds, stabbing at Zhang Hao.

"Whirlwind swordsmanship, it's a pity that it has no shape. Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "The real whirlwind sword technique is to rotate the sword qi into a whirlpool of sword qi, not just a whirlwind that only increases the momentum. ”

As soon as Zhang Hao's words came out, the corners of the disciple's mouth named Lin Ming were still slightly upturned, and he seemed to be extremely disdainful of Zhang Hao's words.

In Lin Ming's opinion, who doesn't know the true meaning of the Whirlwind Sword Technique? But it's one thing to understand, and it's another thing to really show it, and Zhang Hao can only pay lip service to it.

But then he was dumbfounded, in front of his eyes, Zhang Hao stabbed out with a sword, and suddenly seven sword qi suddenly generated in the air, forming seven swirling sword qi vortices between the agitation.

This is not a seven whirlwind, but a real sword qi vortex.

Lin Ming was dumbfounded, daring to love the other party was not boastful, but he had really mastered this sword technique, and the most surprising thing was that Zhang Hao actually made a move with seven sword qi vortexes.

Zhang Ming and the others, who were originally unimpressed with Zhang Hao, also suddenly trembled when they saw Zhang Hao's hand, although they already knew that Zhang Hao's comprehension of swordsmanship was beyond ordinary people, but as soon as he made a move, he hit seven sword qi vortices, this kind of method could not be described simply as swordsmanship beyond ordinary people.

"I don't know if Sect Master, you came to perform the Whirlwind Sword Technique, and how many sword qi vortices can be hit?" Nian Ci glanced at Zhang Ming, who looked shocked, and asked in a somewhat yin and yang tone.

Zhang Ming's face was slightly red, and he immediately raised his hand and said, "To tell you the truth, I can only trigger six sword qi vortexes!"

The others were even more silent, Zhang Ming was able to trigger six sword qi vortices, and they could only trigger four or even five paths, and this Zhang Hao, just a new disciple who had not been promoted to the inner gate for a short time, was actually able to trigger seven sword qi vortices as soon as he made a move.

At this time, Zhang Hao naturally didn't know that his casual single-handedness would cause the shock of so many sect leaders, in his opinion, this was really a simple matter, and even as long as he was willing, it was not too difficult to send out the seven sword qi vortexes.

As long as you master the true sword intent of the Whirlwind Sword Technique, it is not much of a problem to trigger the sword qi vortex at all.

That disciple named Lin Ming had completely lost the meaning of resisting, and as soon as Zhang Hao made a move, he knew that he had no chance of winning at all.

However, when he saw that the seven sword qi vortex was actually coming straight towards him, his complexion changed instantly!

Could it be that Zhang Hao is going to kill him?

And just as the seven sword qi vortex was approaching him, suddenly Zhang Hao waved his hand, and the sword qi vortex instantly collapsed, forming a wall of wind.

Lin Ming only felt a soft but irresistible force pushing him out, and in the next second, he had already fallen outside the ring.

Lin Ming lost!

But he was convinced.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your mercy. Lin Ming bowed to Zhang Hao, with a hint of unconcealable respect in his eyes.

Zhang Hao nodded slightly, he was indeed merciful to his subordinates, and his sword just now had actually instructed Lin Ming, as for whether Lin Ming could comprehend it, it depended on his own talent.

At this time, Sikong and the others, who were watching the battle, were extremely shocked in their hearts.

Zhang Hao is still the dashing Zhang Hao, and one whirlwind sword technique is enough to justify his name.

"Senior Brother Si, I don't know what chance you have of winning against this Zhang Hao?"

Sikong shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know ...... either."

Sikong has no bottom in his heart, but it doesn't mean that he will directly admit defeat, although Zhang Haoshi exhibited the seven sword qi vortex, but Sikong also has his killer feature.

"However, even if I can't defeat him this time, sooner or later, I will overtake him and let him only be able to chase me all the time......" Sikong's eyes fell on Zhang Hao in the distance, and he muttered to himself.

Outside the arena, Zhang Linger was extremely happy to see Zhang Hao win the first fight so easily.

"It's so handsome, Brother Hao is so handsome, it's my idol!" Sun Hu rubbed his hands and said excitedly.

"Of course, I don't look at who it is!" Zhang Linger said a rare playful sentence.

Song Xuening didn't speak, just stood quietly aside, but her face was also filled with a joyful smile, and her eyes fell on Zhang Hao, with a trace of indescribable feelings.

Teenage heroes, how many girls don't like it?

"Hey, Song Xuening, why are you looking at Brother Hao like this?

Song Xuening's face turned red and she stopped talking, but she glanced at Ye Yu in annoyance, and her already beautiful and moving face was even more indescribably shy, which made people can't help but feel excited.

The first round ended shortly after.

Tai Ah Feng originally had eight disciples to participate, but after this round, there were only three people left.

In addition to Zhang Hao, although the other two won, it was not easy to win, and they did not express displeasure at this year, but there was a smile on their originally tense faces, obviously Zhang Hao showed that sword, and Nian was able to choke Zhang Ming with this, which made him feel a lot better.

Those who entered the second round were supposed to be twenty-one disciples, but two of them automatically gave up the competition because of the huge consumption of true qi, so nineteen people entered the second round.

Perhaps because of Zhang Hao's amazing performance in the first round, the disciples of Tai Ah Feng all moved a little closer to Zhang Hao, and the two disciples who passed the first round even came over to say hello to Zhang Hao.

Of course, Zhang Hao would not pretend to be high and ignore them, but politely responded to them one by one.

Just as the second round of the competition was about to begin, Zhang Hao suddenly felt a fierce killing machine covering him.

Zhang Hao's sensitivity to killing is far beyond that ordinary monks can compare, and this has nothing to do with cultivation, it is completely a monk's experience.

The moment he captured the killing machine, Zhang Hao looked towards the source of the killing machine.

The place that caught my eye was an old man in Tsing Yi on the high platform, this old man had a cold face, and his eyes looked at Zhang Hao gloomily, as if he was about to tear Zhang Hao apart.

Zhang Hao didn't know who this old man was, but judging from the position he was sitting in the middle of the high platform, he should have a very high status in the Imperial Sword Sect.

Zhang Hao didn't know when he offended such a person, so he began to search in his mind.

Could it be?

Zhang Hao soon had a clue in his heart, if the guess was correct, this old man should be Elder Yu, that is, Yu Ning's father Yu Tiandu, who was slapped by Zhang Hao that day.

This is a monk in the late stage of the Purple Mansion, the aura on his body is very strong, he sits next to Wei Siyuan, except for Zhang Ming and several peak masters in the middle, it is his position in the middle, judging from this position, it is very likely that he is the punishment elder of Tiandu Peak.

Zhang Hao retracted his gaze, but he didn't have much fear in his heart, although Yu Chi Jinghe wanted to deal with himself

self, but Zhang Hao can be sure that it is impossible to deal with a punishment elder in a dignified manner.

The second round of the contest soon began.

All the disciples drew a round of lottery, this time Zhang Hao drew the No. 3 lot, and the one who fought against him was the seventeenth.

What made Zhang Hao feel that it was too coincidental was that this No. 17 was none other than He Hui, who had threatened him before the competition began.

Unlike the first round, after the second round of the draw, everyone's signature number was announced, and when He Hongxue saw that his opponent in this round was Zhang Hao, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.