As soon as Mo Junfeng appeared, Long Huaigu and Lu Wanchen were all happy, they saw that Lingxiao's intentions coincided with the countermeasures discussed by the two last night, and the disciples of these three factions were combined, even if Yu Wendong had three more sons, they would lose.

Yu Wenbiao watched Mo Junfeng hand over an antique fan to the elders in the audience for inspection, and couldn't help but sneer: "What Biao Ye doesn't look down on the most is you little white faces, if you don't practice well, you always get these fake Sven." He said viciously: "I am upset when I see these fans and pens." ”

Mo Junfeng jumped on the stage lightly, lifted the hem of the newly made robe on his body and tucked it into his belt, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand was like a pool of blue water in front of him: "Senior Brother Yuwen smiled. We little white faces are not as powerful as our senior brothers, and we really can't scare the enemy, so we naturally have to find something to accompany us. Fortunately, we are not comparing appearances, otherwise Junfeng would really be shameless to get on this stage. ”

Everyone in the audience laughed when they heard it, Yu Wenbiao only understood Mo Junfeng's praise of his appearance and admitted that he was inferior, but he didn't understand the deep meaning of his words: "You kid is still interesting, Master Biao, I'll be lighter and try not to make you ugly." Mo Junfeng, who heard him, showed gratitude: "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Yu Wenbiao opened his hands and pounced straight up, and Mo Junfeng's sword light shook and stabbed left and right. The Qingfeng Sword in his palm was snatched by the sword demon from the hands of the Five Xuan Sword Cultivators, and the cutting gold and jade were extremely sharp. As soon as Yu Wenbiao touched it, he felt a tingling pain in his palm, and hurriedly shouted back: "Oh, your sword is really good." ”

Mo Junfeng's swordsmanship is as meticulous and cautious as he is, and his moves are all decent, and he never rushes forward. No matter which direction Yu Wenbiao pounced from, he just saw the coming momentum and greeted him with the tip of the sword, and after dozens of moves with Yu Wenbiao, he still didn't fall behind.

When the fight reached the end, the three-color brilliance gradually oozing from the two of them. Yu Wenbiao's offensive was frustrated again and again, and finally he couldn't bear it: "Little white face, you are humiliating yourself, don't blame Biao Ye me." He put his hands on his waist, put on two black and heavy spiked palms, and hooked the Qingfeng Sword that slashed Mo Junfeng like an axe.

Mo Junfeng's feet just moved slightly, looking for a gap to slash his wrists and elbows with a long sword, Ren Yuwen Biao's offensive was like a storm, but he was fearless and calmly responded. From time to time, he relied on a sharp sword to cut off the spikes on Yuwen Biao's palm one by one.

Yu Wenbiao didn't expect that Mo Junfeng, who seemed to be weak, would have such tenacity, one of them pounced with all his strength, and the other calmly responded to the hundreds of rounds on the stage. Yu Wenbiao saw that the sweat on his forehead was slowing down, and Mo Junfeng was also drenched on his back and breathed quickly.

Even Long Huaigu and the others, who guessed Lingxiao's intentions, were a little surprised. In terms of cultivation, Mo Junfeng is slightly inferior to Yu Wenbiao, but he relied on his famous sword and calm mind to resist the opponent's attack, just like a small boat rising and falling in the wind and waves, although it seems to be dangerous, but it has turned danger into safety again and again.

If it was a life-and-death fight, Yu Wenbiao, who was already scarred by the sword in his palm, might have already suffered some injuries and killed Mo Junfeng, but Panlongtai couldn't hurt people's lives, and he was really a little at a loss when he encountered Mo Junfeng's stubborn style of play.

Attacking with all his strength again, Yu Wenbiao felt that his two arms trembled slightly, but when the two of them were staggered, he saw that the perseverance in Mo Junfeng's eyes was still not reduced at all, and the sword in his hand was also as stable as ever.

No matter from which angle Yu Wenbiao pounced, Mo Junfeng always found his flaws and fought back, and if he couldn't dodge, he would resist with force. Gradually, everyone in the audience discovered that Mo Junfeng, who had to take half a step back every time he blocked Yu Wenbiao's palms, was already able to compete with his opponent.

The rest of the Panlong Terrace had already stopped the competition, and everyone was watching this unimaginably protracted battle. After a thousand moves, Yu Wenbiao's heavy breathing was clearly audible, and although Mo Junfeng's face was flushed, the sword in his hand was still disciplined.

At this time, it is completely a competition of endurance, neither of them wants to give the other a chance to rest, as long as one side is a little slower, the other side will fight hard. After a few hundred rounds of back and forth, the competition was close to two hours.

After fighting non-stop for two thousand rounds, Yu Wenbiao only felt that his hands were too heavy to lift it, and the long sword in Mo Junfeng's hand on the opposite side was also hanging low, and the two stared at each other like fighting cocks and slowly walked around in circles, accumulating strength and pounced on a few moves.

At this time, the field was silent, all watching which of the two people could not support it and fell. Yu Wenbiao felt that his legs were as difficult to move as if they were filled with lead, and the crooks of his knees began to tremble slightly. Seeing that he couldn't support it, he gathered the last bit of strength on his body and pounced with all his might, and slapped his palms on Mo Junfeng's long sword across his chest several times.

Seeing that Mo Junfeng once again stubbornly supported his offensive and carried it all down, Yu Wenbiao, who had squeezed out the strength in his body, looked at Mo Junfeng, who was also shaky, and finally sat down powerlessly for a moment: "Little white face, even if you are ruthless, Master Biao is not as strong as you." ”

Seeing him sit down and admit defeat, Mo Junfeng also breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Brother Yuwen is polite, Junfeng just took advantage of the blade." Yu Wenbiao looked sideways, and was relieved when he saw Mo Junfeng holding a long sword against his waist: "I see, I said why didn't you fall down." ”

"But your little white face is really strong, Biao Ye hasn't been tired like this for a long time. Yu Wenbiao sat for a while and regained some strength, stood up and jumped off the Panlong platform: "If you lose, you lose, who let Lao Tzu not choose a long stick to practice back then." ”

The applause in the field was thunderous, not only for Mo Junfeng, who won, but also for Yu Wenbiao, who was arrogant but admitted. Lingxiao's disciples rushed forward to help Mo Junfeng back, and Gu Yan didn't forget to mention the exquisite crystal lamp that made countless people's eyes red.

Compared to this battle of grappling thousands of moves, the rest of the day's matches were boring. Yuwen Biao's admission of defeat also made his father obviously restrained a little, and until the banquet dispersed in the evening, the city lord of Yuwen was silent and did not say a word.

Although Mo Junfeng was victorious, he had to recuperate for a long time before he could recover. Lu Wanchen specially came to visit Lingxiao's residence and expressed his gratitude to Chang Qingzi for his help. Under the balance of the two, they both felt that the bet was already in hand.

However, after the start of the third day of the Beaulieu Club, the situation changed subtly again. Wanhuage and Gui Zhushan appeared separately, and after a few rounds of challenges, Long Xicheng, the eighth son of Longhuai Valley, defeated Gui Zhengyang's third son Gui Qingshu with dragon marksmanship, but was entangled by Hu Xiucheng's daughter Hu Wenping, who came to power later, with a falling cloud rope.

Lu Wanchen's eldest son, Junying, is over 30 years old and cannot come to power. The second son, Junxiong, narrowly defeated Hu Xiaoping with a maple leaf meteor, and Gui Qingbo of Gui Zhushan defeated him one after another. Long Xiyang, the sixth son of the Long family, defeated Gui Qingbo and lost to Hu Xiucheng's second son, Hu Wenquan. Several major factions are fighting in a chaotic manner, but Yu Wendong's two sons have not yet played.

The cultivation of these young people is about the same, Lu Junjie just came to the stage and won Hu Xiaoquan, and Gui Zhengyang's nephew Gui Heng then jumped on the challenge. Seeing this scene, Long Huaigu and Lu Wanchen knew in their hearts that judging from the order of challenges between the Wanhua Pavilion and Guizhushan factions, they must have reached some kind of tacit understanding with Chibai City.

After a whole day of chaotic fighting, the situation that was originally favorable to the Red Maple Sect was thrown into chaos. Among the three sons of Long Huai Valley, only Long Xi'an has not yet appeared, and only Lu Wanchen's third son, Junhao, is left on the side of the Red Maple Sect. Yu Wendong's two sons, Yu Wenmeng and Yu Wenlie, are not easy to deal with, not to mention Hu Xiucheng's eldest son Hu Wenliang, and Gui Zhengyang's nephews are also a little troublesome.

That night, Changqingzi was invited to the Long family's mansion for the first time, and as soon as he entered the hall, Long Huaigu greeted him warmly: "Master Changqing, I should have invited you to come to me a long time ago, and I invited you to come today for Brother Lu's business, please forgive me for being rude." ”

The three of them said a few polite words, and Lu Wanchen sighed lightly: "Changqing master, we still underestimated Yu Wendong, I originally thought that only Hu Xiucheng was complicit with him, but I didn't expect Gui Zhengyang to also come in, the current situation is a little chaotic, it seems that we have to let you share more." ”

Chang Qingzi smiled: "Sect Master Lu doesn't have to be polite, today's events happened a little suddenly, and several of you factions took turns on the stage, and we didn't have time to intervene if we wanted to." I don't know what the plans of the Dragon City Lord and Sect Master Lu are, Changqing will definitely do it. ”

Lu Wanchen sighed lightly: "What else can be done, you have to let the disciples of your sect also join the challenge, if it can be delayed for a while, you can't let Xi'an take the stage now, otherwise once there is a mistake in the repeated battles, it will really be as Yu Wendong wishes." ”

Chang Qingzi pondered for a moment: "Dragon City Lord, our Lingxiao is still a newcomer, how will this Panlong Club determine the winner in the end?" Long Huaigu didn't want to think about it: "It's just that the challenge has been like this, and in the end, there is one more person on each stage, and the four people compete in pairs, and the winner will compete in the last game to determine the winner." ”

"Then why do we want them to lead the nose and fight with the car?" Chang Qingzi looked at Lu Wanchen with a calm expression: "Sect Master Lu, I think Yu Wendong just wants to attract us to compete with them on one platform first, and when we run out of manpower, they will try to occupy the other three, so that in the last two or two battles, they are actually two against one." ”

Long Huaigu and Lu Wanchen glanced at each other and felt that what Chang Qingzi said was reasonable: "What about what according to the opinion of the head of Changqing?" Chang Qingzi stood up: "Judging from the battle between Junfeng and Yuwen Biao yesterday, most of the sects still despise Chibai City's behavior. Let's simply send people to occupy all the Panlongtai around, they want a wheel war, let's let all the sects come together to participate in this gambling battle. ”

"It's a real way to try. Long Huaigu nodded again and again: "What the head of Changqing said is right, we can't let them end up with three against one, we don't have an advantage in numbers in such a battle today, if we are separated, we can break each one." ”

Lu Wanchen also felt that this was a good way, and he stepped forward to salute: "Master Changqing, then it's all up to you." Chang Qingzi returned the salute: "Don't worry, tomorrow my Lingxiao disciples will take the stage separately, and they will definitely break their wishful thinking." ”

As soon as the Panlong Meeting on the fourth day began, Lingxiao sent several disciples to the stage at the same time. Except for Shi Wei and Gui Heng, who took a little effort, the remaining three games were easily won. Seeing that all the Panlong Platforms were occupied by Lingxiao disciples, all the factions smelled a trace of unusual breath from them.

"Master Changqing, are you planning to take Sect Master Lu's share and monopolize the business of Shangdao?" Yuwendong saw Lingxiao's Italian language to provoke, but Changqingzi waved the dust in his hand unhurriedly: "Yuwen City Lord said that you laughed, your bet with Sect Master Lu is to ask for half of the income of Shangdao, which naturally includes our Lingxiao's share." ”

He pointed to the Lingxiao disciples behind him: "These juniors have been poor since they were children, and they finally got this opportunity to make money, of course they can't give it away easily." So they also want to come to the stage to make a contribution, and characters like the Yuwen City Lord must not be as knowledgeable as them. ”

Chang Qingzi's words have already made it clear that he wants to advance and retreat together with the Red Maple Sect. At that time, the gambling contract was made by Lu Wanchen alone, if he really lost, the Red Maple Sect could not be cheeky to let Lingxiao bear half of it, but he said it in public, not only gave the disciples an excuse to come to the stage to participate in the war, but also showed that even if he lost the gambling contract, Lingxiao would have to pay half of the proceeds.

The rest of the sects were secretly surprised, and they didn't understand why Ling Xiao would risk a huge price to get involved in the battles of several sects. If you are not careful, you will lose Xianjing and form a strong enemy.

Yu Wendong didn't expect Chang Qingzi to make it clear that he was working against himself like this. The black anger on his face gradually thickened: "Okay, if you really have courage, then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." He squinted his eyes and looked at Lingxiao's formation: "I also want to see how many disciples you have who can fight like that with Biao'er." ”

As Lingxiao made his attitude clear, the situation of the Panlong Club changed again, Changqingzi's method of boarding the four platforms together really made Yuwendong a little confused, he wanted to use the advantage of numbers to pull the Longlu family on a Panlong platform, but he didn't expect Lingxiao to jump out and disrupt his plan.

In the current situation, if there are no people from the Chibai City side to continue to challenge, then it is equivalent to giving up Lingxiao to the top spot. At that time, not only did Yu Wendong's immortal crystal invite Gui Zhushan to help him waste, but he could only watch the passing business that was originally exclusive to them being snatched away

But expending the power on Lingxiao and these people, wouldn't it make Long Xi'an and Lu Junhao recuperate and pick up the cheap? At this time, Hu Xiucheng turned his head and looked at Yuwendong and blinked lightly: "Yuwen City Lord don't worry, there are still many people below who have not appeared on the stage, we have to give everyone a chance to show their faces." ”

After listening to Hu Xiucheng's words, several sects that had close contacts with the Wanhua Pavilion in Chibai City on weekdays understood it. Four disciples belonging to different sects rose up to challenge the stage at the behest of their elders.

The current situation is that there are more people on the side who support it, so which side is really strong can drag on until the last minute to take the stage. Several Lingxiao disciples on the Panlong Platform couldn't support it under the repeated challenges of the other party, and Shi Wei was defeated by a disciple of Fengchun Hall in Chibai City after winning two games in a row.

In addition to Lingxiao, some sects that were friendly with the Red Maple Sect of Xuanmu City also saw the doorway, and there was no need to discuss anything in this case, they all sent disciples who were cultivators in the sect to participate in the battle.

The color head is no longer important, and the disciples of many sects take a not too ordinary object and put it on the side of the stage and jump on the competition, without waiting for the elders to see that the victory or defeat has been divided. After several people in a row, the elder of the dragon family didn't know who the pile of things in front of him belonged to.

Although it is not a life-and-death struggle, the people waiting in the audience are in clear camps, and they choose opponents with each other's tacit understanding. The Beaulieu Society, which was originally just a random competition, has evolved into a secret contest between the two forces in this situation.

In the same way as Chang Qingzi's prediction, although most of the sects sat on the wall and watched with the intention of not helping each other, some sects that were insatiable in Chibai City and Wanhua Pavilion forced good prostitutes on weekdays still couldn't help but intervene.

Originally, Yu Wendong and Hu Xiucheng calculated that they had already occupied three of the five major sects in the Xuanmu Domain, even if Gui Zhushan did not exert all their strength, plus their respective alliances, how could they still have an advantage over the Red Maple Sect of Xuanmu City in terms of numbers. Who knew that after a half-day competition, the result was a big disappointment for the two.

There were more than a dozen young people watching from each Panlong stage, and they were all smiling friendly at Gu Xianrong and the others on the stage, and even in two of them, they took the initiative to step down and let Lingxiao disciples come to the stage. At this time, several of Gui Zhengyang's nephews were defeated in a series of hard battles, and there was no one on the side of Chibai City except for Yu Wendong's two sons and Hu Wenliang of Wanhua Pavilion.

Long Huaigu and Lu Wanchen looked at each other with surprise, they didn't expect Chang Qingzi's method to be so effective. In the current situation, if the Chibai City side can't send someone to the stage, it will be clear that it will automatically admit defeat.

Yu Wendong, who flashed a trace of hatred in his eyes, stood up: "Do you think you can defeat me Chibai City in this way?" He looked at Hu Xiucheng and nodded: "Hu Geshou, let Ling Lang and Meng'er go on stage together." ”

Hu Wenliang, who was dressed in a shiny silver robe, took the lead in walking out, Yu Wendong's second son Yu Wenmeng held a pair of giant hammers, and the eldest son Yu Wenlie held a long sword with a sheath, and the three of them walked towards several Panlong platforms in three directions.

"Don't you like the four of you to go together? Yu Wendong turned around and shouted: "Yong'er, come out." With a bang, a secret door popped open behind the mechanical man who had been following him for the past few days, and out of it came a strong man with a faint glow on his body.

Turning around to meet Long Huaigu and Lu Wanchen's somewhat surprised eyes, Yu Wendong's face was full of pride: "This is my righteous son Yu Wenyong, who has just returned from studying art in the Xuantu Domain. He stepped forward and patted Yu Wenyong on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I can't let him use people to compete on stage." ”

Looking at the choices of the other three, Yu Wenyong walked towards the last place of the Panlong Terrace. These four people all carried a suffocating momentum, and the disciples of the various factions surrounding the Panlong Platform couldn't help but get out of the way, and they were all worried about the several Lingxiao disciples on the platform.

The crimson Danxin Sword in front of Gu Xianrong stood in the air, and in front of her was Yu Wenlie, who was holding the long sword. Yu Wenlie, whose face was as cold as his father, didn't like to say much, and when the elders in the audience reported their names, the sword in his arms slowly rose like a dazzling sun.

The two of them flew together and intersected several times in the air, and Gu Xianrong felt a burst of anxious palpitations coming back from the sword. Yu Wenlie's Blazing Flying Sword was not afraid to confront her Imperial Danxin Sword head-on, and it was obviously also an immortal weapon from the hands of a famous craftsman.

A cry came from afar, and Zhu Tao, the son of Elder Zhu who led Zhang Zhao to Yangxian Hall, was squeezed out of the table by the giant hammer in Yuwen Meng's hand in less than ten moves. At this time, Yu Wenyong, who was covered with a halo on his body, was also standing in front of Yan Qiuqiu.

Although Yu Wenyong's figure is strong, the whole person looks full of a strange aura, Yan Qiuqiu feels that even his face is like something blocking his face, and he dances the chained giant axe in his hand into a circle of light, Yan Qiuqiu gradually expands the range of his attack: "Senior Brother Yuwen, be careful." ”

Yu Wenyong turned a blind eye to the Huhu axe light in front of him, and only when the chain axe was already within reach did he suddenly step up. Seeing that the sharp axe was about to slash at his head, the elder of the dragon family on the side of the stage was just about to approach, when he saw Yan Qiuqiu's arm shake violently, and the chain axe in the air suddenly bounced back as if it had hit something hard.

No one saw Yu Wenyong make any parry movements at all, and Yan Qiuqiu, who was shocked in his heart, copied the giant axe in his hand with his right hand, and slashed at Yu Wenyong who was walking towards him. This time, everyone could see clearly, and the giant axe flicked silently again when it was still half a foot away from Yu Wenyong's head. Yan Qiuqiu only felt that his wrist was numb, and the weapon almost flew out of his hand.

Yu Wenyong took advantage of the momentum and pushed forward with both hands, and two faint blue lights flashed in his hands, but Yan Qiuqiu, who was on the other side, felt that his body was being pushed by a strong force, and he staggered back a few steps. Before he could stand firmly, Yu Wenyong had already followed closely with him, his hands flashed again, Yan Qiuqiu's foothold was unstable, and he fell off the Panlong Platform with his feet.

Seeing that Gu Xianrong's Danxin Sword was retreating in the air and was about to be defeated, Hu Wenliang, who was facing Zhang Zhao with his back to him, turned around and came back: "It's our turn, I advise you to go down now, save a while and have to let others carry it back." ”

Zhang Zhao was specially arranged by Chang Qingzi to appear at the end, and he listened to Hu Wenliang's words and didn't understand a little: "Isn't this competition injure? Why carry it back?" Hu Wenliang smiled: "If you can't go back, you don't have to be injured." Since you don't know how to lift, then I'll let you experience it. ”

With a flicker, a three-foot-long stick-shaped weapon appeared in Hu Wenliang's hand and pointed at Zhang Zhao's forehead, and it was withdrawn before it collided with Zhang Zhao's hand. Zhang Zhao smelled a faint aroma in his nose, and then he found that every time Hu Wenliang waved the weapon in his hand, a thin smoke emitted.

These smoke seemed colorless at first, but when they gathered in the field, they were as pink as peach blossoms, and what was even more strange was that this smoke could not be blown away, and Zhang Zhao was gradually enveloped under Hu Wenliang's continuous movement.

The "Myasma of Ten Thousand Flowers" refined with dozens of strange flowers and plants that can confuse people's minds is the secret of the Wanhua Pavilion, although Hu Wenliang has controlled the smoke two feet around Zhang Zhao's body, but there is still a little fragrance spreading, and some disciples who are closer to this Panlong Platform also feel a little dizzy in front of them when they smell it.

Zhang Zhao's entire body was wrapped in a large cloud of smoke, and there was no one in it, the miasma was so strong that even the elders of the Long family on the stage had secretly closed their breathing, Hu Wenliang stood outside the smoke and waited for a long time before putting the thin stick in his hand again.

The wisps of pink smoke were sucked back into the hollow stick, and when everything in front of him was clear again, Hu Wenliang was taken aback, and Zhang Zhaozheng, who should have fallen to the ground a long time ago in his heart, looked at it with regret: "I smell pretty good, is this gone?"

(End of chapter)