At the beginning of May, it is a martial arts competition between Unzen Mountain and Beast Riding Villa.

Unzen Mountain will invite all forces to come and watch the battle, and since Unzen Mountain and Beast Riding Mountain Villa hold competitions at the same time, only half of the guests invited to each country every year are invited. This year, representatives from the Southern and Eastern Regions were invited.

The King of the Eastern Regions (Xuan Yan) and the King of the Eastern Regions (Xuan Mowei).

The King of the Southern Regions (Xiahou Yuzi) and the Prince of the Southern Regions (Xiahou Baichuan) and the Princess of the Southern Regions (Xiahou Jingxin).

The shape of the stands is square, and the so-called sky is round. The four directions represent the four stands, and the distribution of the stands is the highest driving platform, the referee platform, the VIP platform, and the spectator platform.

Among them, the highest platform is the exclusive seat of the ten elders, and some games that cannot be finally decided will be discussed and decided by the elders to come up with a final answer. The referee's table is in four directions, and is in charge of four highly respected fairy sword managers. The VIP desk is to entertain guests from various countries every year. The audience was the disciple of Yunxian Mountain, and the guests invited by the disciple.

At this time, Li Hong, Li Ying, and Li Bin were sitting in the pre-arranged position with their father (Li Cheng), looking forward to the upcoming Fairy Sword Conference competition.

The white clothes fluttered, and the ten elders of Yunxian Mountain, the imperial sword, rode the wind, fresh and refined, and gradually landed on the highest platform. Elder Yunshan is wearing a white gold-rimmed immortal robe today, which is embroidered with a sun (light) print belonging to Elder Yunshan.

The other nine are all there, Elder Yunqi Moon, Elder Yundu Flame, Elder Yunchang Water Ripple, Elder Yunyue Bamboo, Elder Yunyan Mountain Peak, Elder Yunge Feather, Elder Yunzhi Snowflake, Elder Yunwu Thunderbolt, and Elder Yunxun Silver Ring. The long-awaited crowd applauded one after another to welcome the arrival of the ten immortal masters.

"Thank you for coming to Yunxian Mountain to watch the Immortal Sword Competition, I, Yunshan, on behalf of Yunxian Mountain, would like to express my gratitude to you......" Elder Yunshan raised his hand and waved his sleeves, although the height of one meter four can only be regarded as a child among the elders, but the momentum from the Yunshan Elder far exceeds the remaining nine standing beside him, which shows the cultivation.

"Now I announce the official start of the Immortal Sword Conference, this year we will still use the form of drawing lots to divide ourselves into groups......" The voice spread throughout the venue, repeating Elder Yunshan's words as if it were echoing again.

The disciples had already begun to gear up, eager to test the results of their cultivation in the past year.

The draw has officially begun.

The disciples of Yunxian Mountain need to choose a wooden sword as a weapon to use on the field next to the stands of the game, and use the illusion sword technique to transform the wooden sword into their own spirit sword for battle. After the draw is completed, the wooden sword will show the name mark made by the elders with the aura in advance. Eventually, the disciples who were divided into a group became opposites and competed.

"Ling'er, I drew that little rookie~" Hua Xinyue took the wooden sword in her hand and asked Zi Ling'er to look at the name of the brand on it, only to see that it was written; Ming four two big characters.

Zi Ling'er smiled awkwardly and said, "This kid is really evil......"

After Shusi learned that he and Hua Xinyue were in a group, his mood could really be described as killing me with a sword. Seeing that Shu Si, who was also a disciple of the outer sect, suffered such a tragic ending at the beginning, the little fat man who had appeared before laughed at Shu Si, who had a tragic fate.

"Ling'er, who did you draw?" After Hua Xinyue glanced at the name on Zi Ling'er's wooden sword, she covered her mouth and smiled even more happily, "Hahaha, Ling'er, this guy admires your little junior brother very much......"

Zi Ling'er turned her head slightly and looked at the little fat man standing one meter away from her. At this time, the little fat man had just finished laughing at Shusi, when suddenly a gust of wind blew behind him, and he turned his head stiffly, and he met Zi Ling'er, who was smiling and waving at him.

Click~ A heart that was beating and fluttering was completely shattered at this moment. Shu Si just looked at the petrified little fat man on the side, and sighed. Tragic fate...... This year is destined to be no more......

There are also a few rookies who met the inner disciples as soon as they came up, and they really wanted to look up to the sky and howl. kneeling on the ground and begging Elder Yunshan; Can you draw it again......

In Yunxian Mountain, disciples have always been selected based on strength and qualifications, and for the sake of fairness, the fairy sword conference in Yunxian Mountain is opened in the form of a big fight.

As soon as he came up, he asked more than a hundred disciples to draw lots according to the concept of fate and destiny, and fate always likes to play tricks on people. Sometimes one is self-defeating, and maybe you can go all the way to the ranking list of Yunxian Mountain. This should be regarded as the most humane and fairest distribution method formulated by Elder Yunshan......

At the beginning of the battle, Zi Ling'er stood on the competition platform, held the wooden sword in her hand, and smiled at the little fat man, "We will compete in swordsmanship, it's not fair to compare aura and spirit sword with you......" Zi Ling'er raised the wooden sword in her hand, and sure enough, there was no trace of aura.

"Senior Sister Zi, that's a lot of offense......" Although the little fat man is fat, he is flexible enough, although he is only 13 years old this year, his height is very similar to Zi Ling'er. The two didn't look much different. Compared with Zi Ling'er's thinness, the little fat man's stocky figure is more burly, no matter how you look at it, it should be Zi Ling'er who suffers, which makes this little fat man feel some chances of winning.

The sword stabbed at Zi Ling'er's chest, and Zi Ling'er just smiled and raised the wooden sword in her hand against the little fat man who stabbed at her. The little fat man's sword fell on Zi Ling'er's sword, and the two were instantly indistinguishable.

"Listen to Hua Xinyue, you are my little fan brother, but is it true?" Zi Ling'er poked out her little head, and her big inky eyes blinked and looked at the fat man's somewhat reddened cheeks.

"Yes......" Although the little fat man admires Zi Ling'er very much, it was only for the past. Now Zi Ling'er's spiritual power cultivation has not grown, and Ziling Sword has not moved, and there are already rumors that Zi Ling'er's highest level is the Ascension Realm, and it will not rise again. The outer disciples were all gearing up to compete for Zi Ling'er's position.

"But I won't lose more than physical strength and swordsmanship!" Looking at Zi Ling'er, who was weak, the little fat man instantly ignited his fighting spirit, maybe he could win......

"Oh?" Zi Ling'er smiled and said nothing, one turned around and used his strength to fight, and the little fat man fell outside the competition table with one heel. Zi Ling'er just raised her left hand cutely and waved it gently, "See you next year." ”

The little fat man was still in a trance, but he didn't expect it to end so soon? I couldn't help but have two lines of tears hanging in the corners of my eyes.

No! And not just next year! The year after tomorrow, the year after tomorrow, and the year after tomorrow, I don't want to fight Zi Ling'er anymore......

Zi Ling'er easily returned the wooden sword to the referee and looked at Hua Xinyue on the side. Seeing that Hua Xinyue didn't say a word, the White Star Sword came out, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground without standing firmly. The hand holding the wooden sword struggled a little.

"Senior Sister Hua......" with a little cry, Shu Si frowned pitifully and looked at Hua Xinyue pitifully.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, it will only make your loss more ugly...... "Can't you compete with her generously like a man?" Hey~ After all, he is a rookie and his ability is not enough, do you expect him to have any nirvana?

As soon as the inner thoughts disappeared and returned to calm, I saw the little rookie Shusi, tremblingly raising the wooden sword in his hand, trying to transform the spirit sword......

The little rookie is obviously not rich in spiritual power, and as his phantom sword skills continue to change, the wooden sword gradually appears to be a familiar spirit sword.

I saw a sword inlaid with three earthy yellow spirit stones, and a unique white spirit sword appeared in front of Hua Xinyue. This, it is actually an earth-attribute spirit sword (wood hibiscus sword) At this time, the audience was very incomprehensible when they saw this phenomenon, a spirit sword master who was only level 20 could actually summon the wood hibiscus sword through the transformation technique?

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How can you be sure that someone didn't keep a hand? Also, the rhythm is relatively fast~ After all, you can win with one blow against a rookie! Preview of the next chapter: Girlfriends fight~ Hua Xinyue and Zi Linger are fighting!