Wenbi started quickly.

There are more than 1,200 people in the villa, in addition to 100 disciples, 200 maids, and 100 sword slaves, there are more than 600 disciples, and there are about 70 young disciples who are qualified to participate in the sword competition.

"The Dragon Sword Sutra" is the Zhenzhuang of the Tibetan Sword Villa, divided into two volumes, the ordinary disciples in the village can only practice the upper volume, only the descendants of the Ye family and the disciples who have been tested and absolutely loyal to the villa are eligible to practice the next volume.

Seventy people take turns to practice swords, and the time required is not too short, but not everyone has the opportunity to practice this set of swordsmanship, and some of them were stopped and ousted by the eight elders who served as judges after only a few moves because of the big gap with the key points in the sword scripture.

Of course, there are also many disciples who truly comprehend the essence of the Sword Sutra, and a morning has passed, and more than 60 of the 70 people have taken the stage one after another.

"Ye Fenglan, please ask the owner, grandfather, uncles and elders for guidance. ”

With a clear voice, a girl dressed in red flew onto the stage and saluted with a sword in her arms.

The girl is handsome and delicate, and she is the youngest daughter of the fourth master Ye Tong, who is only fifteen years old.

Ye Donglai smiled and nodded, Ye Fenglan's long sword was unsheathed, and it caused a cheer as soon as she made a gesture.

"Master Ye Zhuang, your granddaughter is good, compared to the previous few people, her comprehension of the essence of the sword walking dragon is a little deeper. ”

Du Sangun nodded again and again, full of praise for Ye Fenglan.

Although he has not practiced the Ye family's "Dragon Sword Sutra", as one of the few masters of the Xuan Realm in Baiyun Town, his eyesight is still there.

Ye Fenglan has a charm in one move, if she uses the aura in her body, the power of her moves will be multiplied immediately, and with a glimpse of the leopard, Du Sangun naturally saw that this girl's talent in martial arts was extraordinary.

"Hehe, among the disciples of this generation of the villa, Feng Lan is indeed an outstanding one, but after all, it is a daughter, the essence of the Dragon Sword Sutra lies in the domineering of Long Xiang Jiutian, this kind of fierce and violent sword intent is not suitable for girls to cultivate. ”

Ye Donglai's words were not polite, the Dragon Sword Sutra was indeed not suitable for women's cultivation, but this also brought out Ye Fenglan's amazing talent from another aspect.

Ye Fenglan's performance ushered in a full house of applause, it was Ye Qingyang who took the stage after she got off the stage, among the disciples of this generation, Ye Qingyang's cultivation of the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm was not outstanding, but he was only fifteen years old, and those who cultivated to the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm at this age, there were only a few people in the entire mountain villa in the past thirty years.

Ye Qingyang's performance also won the appreciation of the people around him, followed by Ye Shenghu.

Seeing Ye Shenghu with a piece of gauze wrapped around his nose, the audience began to discuss, since Ye Haotian went from the clouds of the first day of the villa to the bottom, Ye Shenghu has become the first master in the villa under the age of twenty.

The high finger here is not only the cultivation realm, but more importantly, the comprehension of the Dragon Sword Sutra, so when they saw Ye Shenghu's obviously collapsed nose that was still bleeding, everyone began to turn their heads and ears, their faces full of doubts.

Ye Shenghu felt that his face was hot, as if he had been slapped more than a dozen times, and he hated Ye Haotian even more.

"Shenghu, what's wrong with your nose?"

I wanted to open the scene as soon as possible and use my superb sword skills to divert my attention, but the owner Ye Donglai suddenly asked.

"This, uh, was accidentally bumped while practicing the sword. ”

How dare Ye Shenghu admit that he was beaten by Ye Haotian in front of everyone, and he lied.

"Hmph, I was obviously beaten by the young master, but I said that I hit it myself, I'm really not ashamed. ”

The maid Xiaoman looked disdainful when she heard this, and muttered in a low voice, just seeing Ye Haotian, who was turning his head, looking at himself in fright, and hurriedly covered his small mouth, and then realized that once he was heard by others, it would inevitably cause trouble for the young master, and his little face suddenly changed.

How do you know that at this time, I heard Ye Haotian say: "When you speak louder in the future, the young master has bad ears and can't hear clearly." ”

Xiao Man froze, and didn't react for a while What the young master meant, at this time, the sword light flashed on the stage, and Ye Shenghu's long sword was unsheathed, and he had already started to practice.

Compared with the dozens of people in front of them, even those subordinate servants who couldn't cultivate could see that the same sword move was displayed by Ye Shenghu, and the power was not much enhanced.

The applause around was thunderous, and the cheers were endless, even the eight elders and several masters in charge of commenting couldn't find any flaws, and under the envious and appreciative gazes of the surroundings, Ye Shenghu raised his chin and turned around to step down.

"Which other disciple is willing to go on stage to practice swords?"

The head of the villa in charge of hosting asked loudly, and the audience exchanged heads and ears, but no one took the stage again.

"In that case, that's the end of the Wenbi, let's ...... next"

"Wait. ”

Before the manager could finish speaking, someone in the stands on the right suddenly interrupted him.

"Since no one wants to go on stage, then I'll try two swords. ”

The eyes of the crowd fell on the speaker's body with the voice, and the square of thousands of people suddenly fell silent, and then, the commotion was everywhere.

"It's him, it's Ye Haotian in the third room. ”

"What, the Ninth Young Master is actually going to participate in the Sword Kui Competition, I heard you right?"

Ye Haotian ranks ninth among the men of the Ye family's generation, and many people call him the Ninth Young Master.

"Didn't this waste wither after being struck by lightning, and couldn't cultivate condensed aura?

"Who knows, don't you want to win the sword champion too?"

"Joke, even if he was the first day in the village, it was in the past, isn't it embarrassing to be on stage at this time?"

"I have to admit that the Ninth Young Master has the most profound understanding of the Dragon Sword Sutra among all the young masters. ”

"So what? Don't forget that there is also Wubi after Wenbi, what is he tossing around, embarrassing himself. ”

Wen Bibi is the depth of comprehension and proficiency of the Dragon Sword Sutra, no need to use aura, only need to practice moves.

But Wubi is a real fight, even if you understand the move deeply, it is difficult to defeat an opponent whose realm is higher than you.

What's more, it is no secret that Ye Haotian only has a one-fold cultivation in the Qi Condensation Realm, and the lowest one who is eligible to participate in Wenbi also has a four-fold cultivation of quenching, and the gap between aura and speed is by no means something that can be made up by moves, plus they all cultivate the same sword scripture, so even if someone still remembers Ye Haotian's sword talent, they don't think he can do anything.

"Ninth Young Master, what are you...... Want to participate in the Sword Quiver Competition?"

The chief host was stunned at first, looked at Ye Haotian, who was not in a hurry and walked onto the stage, smiled slightly embarrassedly, and asked tentatively.

"Fauber, what, no?"

Ye Haotian grinned, revealing a neat mouthful of small white teeth, and his face was unharmed.

"It's not that it can't, it's just that there is a martial arts competition after this Wenbi, and with the body of the ninth young master, the old slave is worried that he will not be able to bear it. ”

The chief manager named Ye Fu implicitly reminded Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian said with a smile: "The rule of the Sword Championship is that if you cultivate the Dragon Sword Sutra to the Xiaocheng realm, disciples who are not more than twenty years old can participate, and there seems to be no restrictions on the cultivation realm, right?"

"That's that, that's not. ”

Ye Fu nodded again and again.

In the Tibetan Sword Villa, Ye Fu's ability to sit in the position of the chief manager was highly recommended by Ye Haotian's father, Ye Mu, drinking water and not forgetting to dig wells, for so many years, even if the third room was squeezed out again, Ye Fu always tried his best to take care of it.

Otherwise, with the ability of the uncle and the second master, how could Ye Haotian's mother and son live in the villa safely and securely until now?

Therefore, Ye Haotian also has great respect for Ye Fu, and there is a secret that cannot be told to outsiders that in that life, Ye Fu died to protect Ye Haotian, and now that time is going back, Ye Haotian will see his benefactor again, of course, he can't let the tragedy happen again, but these words can't be said.

"The owner of the village, disciple Ye Haotian, asked to participate in the Sword Kui Competition, and I hope to allow it. ”

Instead of continuing to entangle with Ye Fu on this issue, Ye Haotian's eyes were directly on the mad sword Ye Donglai, he did not call his grandfather, but commensurate himself with the owner of the village, and put himself in the ranks of ordinary disciples of the villa.