No wonder Qin Lao is so old now.

The sword competition back then was simply the age, if it was the highest sixty level.

That comprehension and strength of Huaxia martial arts are stronger and profound.

Of course, this sentence may not be useful to those who are proud of the sky.

But this rule keeps out the young geniuses.

Wu Xuan frowned slightly, this rule is indeed inappropriate, but now why are young people allowed to participate in the competition.

Could it be that the organizer of the sword contest doesn't know that young people have no chance of winning against old monsters who are dozens of years old.

Qin Lao seemed to see through Wu Xuan's thoughts, smiled indifferently, and explained his confusion: "As you expected, the rules of this competition have been directly changed to those who must be under the age of 30. ”

Wu Xuan was relieved that because of this, he could let young people like him shine.

After all, the current Huaxia martial arts is different from the past, and it is completely the world of young people.

Through today's observations, Wu Xuan also discovered how strong the disciples cultivated within these sects were.

Each is as elusive as a freak.

Take this Wu Qiankun as an example.

After the test of shaking hands, the opponent's strength is not inferior to his own.

Qin Lao looked around, and he sighed at this.

Seventy years have passed since he participated in the sword competition.

He raised his head, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to contain the light of the stars: "The night sky back then was also so bright." ”

Wu Xuan asked, "Elder Qin, can you tell me about your past." ”

He was very curious about Qin Lao's past, and what kind of attitude he used to set foot on the top of Huashan.

That majestic table, I have to step on it after all, just like Qin Lao back then.

The top of Huashan is not an ordinary platform, but a more profound meaning is to win the heart of every Chinese martial arts powerhouse.

Huashan's discussion of the sword will surely become an extremely shocking scene in everyone's heart.

Just like Qin Lao back then, he is still the object of many people's talk and the opponent he chases.

Qin Lao smiled helplessly: "The past passes like a cloud of smoke, there is nothing to mention." ”

Then he looked at Wu Xuan, who had a look of hope, and was quite helpless: "It's okay, if you have nothing to do, I'll tell you about the things of the year." ”

He took Wu Xuan to find an open space and sit down.

bathed in the moonlight, and then began to tell the story of the year.

"When I first set foot on Mount Huashan, Master brought me here." Qin Lao smiled.

"Master Ancestor, is he here for this sword competition?" Wu Xuan asked curiously.

Old Qin couldn't cry or laugh: "Who knows, if his old man hadn't died, he would definitely come." ”

Wu Xuan bowed his head and continued to listen to Qin Lao's account of the events of the year.

He was very curious about this ancestor, what kind of existence should be a strong man of the same generation as Lonely Aotian.

He believed that if he could educate a strong person like Qin Lao, he would definitely not be as unsuccessful as Lonely Aotian.

Qin Lao shook his head: "It's just that I wasn't as lucky as you at the beginning, Master sent me here, but he disappeared without a trace, leaving me alone until I reached the top of Huashan." ”

Wu Xuan was able to understand what it was like to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate alone.

Lonely and miserable, looking at the countless strong people around him, his heart will inevitably be depressed with excitement.

If it weren't for Qin Lao being with him, maybe Wu Xuan would still be in a nervous state of thought.

Qin Lao smiled, his mind was full of the past events of the year, and he was greatly emotional.

"Back then, I was still opponents with Murong Xixue and Zhao Jingwei, and there were many fights when we competed in the sword competition, but at that time our relationship was relatively deep, and at the time of the final battle, Zhao Jingwei lost half a move to me, which was supposed to be the second place, but this guy released the water and let Murong Xixue take the position."

Wu Xuan smacked his tongue again and again, otherwise how to say that the power of love is great.

Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties.

At the beginning, Qin Lao was invincible, and the Baji San people were almost the same as Qin Lao.

Presumably, Murong Xiqin is by no means an opponent, but because of the hidden love of the Baji Sanren, it has created today's ranking.

Qin Lao said: "The three of us swept away all the opponents, so we stood in this position, and we also let our sect preserve its reputation, and the ranking of this Huaxia martial arts came out, the Longmen I represented was the first, the Fengmen represented by Murong Xixue was the second, and the Daomen represented by Zhao Jingwei was the third. ”

This ranking has lasted for 70 years.

Now the arrival of the sword competition has made those silent sects boil again, and they are not willing to be at the end of the martial arts, that is, they are eyeing the position of the upper three gates.

I want to tear down today's upper three doors and achieve a new status of the upper three doors.

Everyone wants to become the pinnacle of Huaxia martial arts, but these three doors have a deep heritage, how can they be easily squeezed down.

Wu Xuan pouted, as the son of Longmen, he would never allow Longmen to be squeezed out of the position of the upper three gates, and even sit firmly on the throne of the first place.

Qin Lao sighed, when the three of them participated in the competition, they were all in their fifties, but in a blink of an eye, everyone was old.

He patted Wu Xuan's shoulder: "Now the dragon gate is all on your shoulders, do you feel that your burden is heavy?" ”

Wu Xuan nodded seriously, he didn't want to lie: "Even so, this burden is the driving force for my growth!" ”

"Good boy, I really didn't see the wrong person." Elder Qin let out a loud laugh.

Wu Xuan stood up with a determined expression: "The top of this Huashan Mountain... I'm standing! ”

He pulled out the Longquan Sword abruptly and asked, "Old Qin, can I practice swordsmanship here." ”

Qin Lao bowed slightly: "Naturally." ”

"Good!"

Wu Xuan was heroic, and he acted in the Sword Valley under the cover of this night.

When the sharp blade of the Longquan Sword rubbed against the air, it let out a piercing wind whistle, as if it had torn through the air, which was extremely shocking.

The eight styles of Longquan swordsmanship wandered in Wu Xuan's hands, although they were integrated.

But Wu Xuan knew that he still needed more training, and when he would use the Longquan Sword like a right-hand man, it would be the real success.

He had seen with his own eyes the strength of the lonely Aotian when he used the Longquan Sword, and the edge was simply unstoppable.

He was terrified, and the slightest loneliness and arrogance could split him into two pieces.

Naturally, Lonely Aotian is the legendary first swordsman in China, an old monster who was not born.

Wu Xuan didn't want to be as powerful as him in refining the Longquan Sword, at least he had to use it well.

After the Longquan swordsmanship was cast, Wu Xuanruo was touched, but it was not profound.

Practicing in this very quiet Sword Valley was like a decisive battle between a strong opponent, and he could see the figure of the opponent in the distance.

After the Longquan sword technique was cast, Wu Xuan instantly switched out of the dragon scale blood dagger and slaughtered at an extremely fast speed.