Nangong Sheng said lovingly: "This is my little girl. She is famous. She just turned 18 this year. Xiu'er, let's see Kong Yuan's real person. The little girl stepped forward and said, "Hello, Master Kong Yuan. "The voice was cold.

Immortal Kong Yuan thought to himself: Look at this woman, she is only 14 or 15 years old. How can Lord Nangong say that she is 18 years old? But I don't care. I just smiled and nodded in response. The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Kong Yuan Zhenren arranged for his disciples to lead them to rest.

After that, other sects followed. Kong Yuan Zhenren received them one after another, regardless of the size of the sect. After arranging all the schools to visit, a student who took notes next to him reported, "Headmaster, the invitations we sent have arrived, and there are 51 schools in total.

Kong Yuan Zhenren nodded and said, "In two hours, please come to the Xuanxu Hall to discuss the duel tomorrow." The disciple replied. Kong Yuan Zhenren turned his head to Wang Bi and the others and said, "You may have noticed that at present, whether it is other sects, there are only disciples of the Wuji Sect and the Lingbao Sect, and there are no less than dozens of high-quality people. We in the Xuanxu Palace cannot sit in the well and watch the sky, arrogant and arrogant. We must continue to work hard to ensure that our Xuanxu Palace is immortal. Wang Bi said.

The three of them enter the Xuanxu Hall, which is divided into two parts: the front hall is a place for discussion and hospitality, and the back hall is a place for leadership practice and closure. The hall is spacious. The roof is dozens of feet above the ground. Four statues of the Heavenly Kings stand in four directions in the hall. Each statue is a stately treasure, not angry, not awe-inspiring. Each of the four arms holds four magic weapons: a knife, a fork, a bell, and a shield, symbolizing the intention of exorcism, guarding the way, and preserving life.

Two hours passed quickly. Leaders from all over the school came one after another. They greeted each other and exchanged greetings. When all the people arrived, Kong Yuan Zhenren said, "It's a great honor for all Taoist friends to come to our school to participate in the competition. Tomorrow is a good day to play. I want all the schools to win the competition and win the championship in one fell swoop. Now you draw lots to decide the order of the matches, as is customary.

A Taoist child walked in front of the crowd one by one with a sign in his hand. Everyone draws a mark from it. Another disciple recorded it nearby. In a short time, the recorded disciple arranged the order of appearance and read it aloud. Everyone's expression is different. Although they all hoped not to go in company with powerful sects such as the Xuanxu Palace, they could only hope for their disciples.

After Kong Yuan Zhenren told the people some rules of fighting, he ate and drank and entertained guests. During the banquet, many people toasted at the table of Kong Yuan Immortal. Some small sects even flatter and flatter each other, hoping to have a relationship with the Daxiuzhen faction.

In his eyes, Xie Bufan snorted coldly and drank all the wine in the cup. Suddenly, a man said, "How can you drink alone?" Come on, brother. Have a drink with you.

Xie Bufan turned around and saw Nangong Sheng, the head of the Lingbao Sect, holding a glass of wine with a smile on his face. Next to him stood a girl dressed in pink. Xie Bufan said coldly: "Why don't Brother Nangong go to Kong Yuan Zhenren and find my defeated soldiers?" Nangong Sheng said, "Brother Xie, you are too bad. The martial arts skills are broad and profound. The Infinite Sword is even more wonderful. I've always admired it. Although I lost the last fight, I see that your faction is strong, Brother Xie has taught well, and after a hundred years of precipitation, this fight can be accumulated and won a big victory! He stood up and said with a smile: "Brother Nangong is flattered. The Lingbao sect has gained fame in recent years. This is also a great battle with the power of your sect.

"Brother Jiemuzan, compared to your school, Ling Baozong is far behind. Nangong Sheng said modestly: "I hope that Brother Jie Jie can give me a lot of help in the future." ”。 The two of them pushed the cup to change the lamp, talking and laughing. The girl in pink stood to the side, with no expression on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

…… The next day, the duel ceremony officially began. The huge square was packed with people. The disciples in their own school uniforms gathered together and looked at the square. There is a spacious open space in the center of the square. The edges of the open space are painted with red lines as boundaries. If you cross that line, you lose.

At this time, there were already two teams fighting on the field, and the people watching the game screamed from time to time. The duel match was miserable. Someone will be killed every time, just for the good of the gang. However, if one side asks for an admission of defeat in the match, it will immediately terminate the match and determine the winner.

Lin Shuming stood next to Qi Guangchuan and stopped to watch. From time to time, Qi Guangchuan introduced him to the teams that played on the court and were good at magic. With more than 50 combat teams, the Xuanxu Palace was at the top of the competition in the last few days. Qi Guangchuan and the others had the leisure time to watch the battle.

Lin Shuming was not interested in fighting. He casually looked around and found that Jiang Wenyu and Wei Zhibingyan were also standing in the crowd. Jiang Wenyu stood next to Wei Zhibingyan with a smile. He didn't know what to say. But Wei Qi Binyan's face is very cold, and occasionally perfunctory, but Miki doesn't look at him. She just stared at the field. Lin Shuming saw his left hand gently rubbing the green bracelet and remembered Lan Xiaohuan. She hadn't seen her in days. Where is she?.

Suddenly, an idea arose in his mind. She would be happy if she could return the bracelet to Xiaohuan. However, Yuchi Bingyan looks cold, I'm afraid she won't agree. What am I going to do?.

Lin Shuming looked blankly at Wei Zhibingyan's back. The woman seemed to realize. She turned to look at her. They looked at each other. Lin Shuming was so frightened that he moved his eyes elsewhere. Wei Zhibingyan looked at him for a while and then looked back.

"Look, the infinite gate is on the stage!" They all craned their necks to watch from the arena. After all, as the second school of the last method of martial arts, they are all interested in it. Only three people walked into the hall. The first was a slender man with a jade crown on his face and a small loaf of bread on his head. A few strands of green silk floated around his temples. He had a cynical smile on his face. He couldn't express that dashing taste. A green fairy sword hung from his waist and walked leisurely on the stage.

The other two male disciples followed him, apparently the main force of the team. Another group also entered the arena. The group was dressed in strange clothes. They wore a red cloth sash on their heads and a grimace ring on their left ear. Their faces were gloomy. They carry swords in their left hands and shields in their right hands.

"Name each other!".

"Mu Jianheng, the chief swordsman of Wuji Gate." The man's lazy voice came from the ground. The female disciples of the various sects who were standing on the side and waiting all talked in low voices. They glanced at him from time to time, clearly curious about him.