Then, Gu Qinghan pulled out another Xuanbing Sword with his left hand, and the two swords came out together, and the essence light in his eyes burst out.

"Today, I'm going to show you what the art of royalty is. ”

A white glow rose above his head, and he quickly burrowed into the twin swords, and the aura between his arms gushed out at the same time. Suddenly, the green light of the wooden sword appeared, and the cold light of the Xuan Ice Sword skyrocketed.

"The sword is the same as the spirit, and the soul enters the palace.... Attacking can be feasible for thousands of miles, and defending can protect its square inch..... Ten thousand swords come out together, and Yun Cheng steps on the sword....."

Gu Qinghan murmured softly in his mouth, the tone suddenly went high, and then he suddenly went low, and the effort of three or two sentences sounded very long, but it only took less than a breath.

After speaking, he let out a low voice and said, "Imperial Art – Sword Rise." ”

“... groan...."

“... groan...."

Two sword sounds sounded in my ears, one crisp and smart, the other sharp and high, and then, two rays of light, one green and one white, suddenly rose into the air.

"What, how can you have a complete sword fight. Zhou Zi'an's expression changed greatly, and there was no arrogance in his eyes, more of a fanatical obsession.

"Bang"

Under the attack of the two flying swords, Zhou Zi'an's spirit sword lasted less than a few breaths before it was shot down, and most of his spirituality was lost.

But Zhou Zi'an You didn't know it, and unconsciously took two steps forward and asked: "Who are you, the reincarnation of the Sword Saint, or the descendant of the Sword Saint." ”

"Who I am and who I can be. Gu Qinghan beckoned to bring back the double swords, only shook his head and smiled bitterly, and replied: "I'm just an ordinary disciple of Qingwu." ”

"Ordinary disciple, haha...."

Zhou Zi'an leaned over and picked up the sword, raised his head and laughed a few times, turned around and jumped off the stage in a dashing manner, and said, "In half a year, I will come to fight you again." ”

This situation was beyond the expectations of most disciples, but it also met the conjectures of a few disciples.

In the battle of swordsmanship, unless there is a great enemy of life and death, there will be no more entanglement, because real sword cultivation can distinguish the level of means in a few moves.

Of course, the expressions of many disciples were also different, Wan Jueyin was a little more interested, Luo Chen was surprised, Chongyangzi sighed secretly, and Han Shaofei was full of excitement.

However, the record of one draw, one defeat and two wins in four games really made Qingwu feel very comfortable.

After a lot of heated discussions in the school field gradually subsided, everyone focused on the only remaining child, and the child did not have stage fright at all, and jumped on the stage in two steps.

I thought that his heart was a little precocious, but who knew that the first sentence he opened his mouth made everyone's face bloody.

"My name is Mo Xiaohan, who wants to play with me. As he spoke, he reached out and took out a sweet cake from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

For some reason, after eating the sweet cake, Mo Xiaohan's face became more and more ruddy, and the fire mark on his forehead became more eye-catching.

Originally, there were a few disciples who wanted to go to the stage to fight, but they gave up again because of this situation, and went up to win the name of bullying children, and lost the dead.

Neither side is pleasing to anyone, and no one wants to come to the stage.

At this time, Qiu Sanpi's eyes rolled a few more times, leaned over and whispered a few words to Wu Mo, and then glanced at Luo Chen, revealing a familiar smile.

Seeing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but curse, raised his foot and kicked over, and said, "Heipi, what the hell are you doing?" ”

"How could I have beaten your idea. Qiu Sanpi suddenly turned his face and said seriously: "Brother Luo, you won't be able to beat a little hairy boy." ”

"It's this trick again, and you don't change to a fresh agitation method. ”

Luo Chen tugged at the corners of his mouth, resisted the urge to strangle this thing, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "You want me to scare this muzzle, dream." ”

"Wronged, how could I trap you. Qiu Sanpi hurriedly waved his hand and walked away, indicating that this idea had little to do with him.

"Little stammer, when I fooled people before, I was cowardly. Wu Mo took the opportunity to step forward and pushed him up.

Seeing that everyone was looking over, Luo Chen hurriedly arched his waist and said, "Don't waste your efforts, I won't go." ”

At the same time, the eyes of the four elders on the high platform lit up, and they got up and said loudly: "Little junior brother, since they are all up, wouldn't it be a joke to sit back." ”

Hearing this, Luo Chen shouted bad luck, and he came over to join in the fun, why did it take his turn to do this.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, he straightened his waist with a reluctant face, and replied with his hand: "Disciple.... The disciple suddenly had a stomach upset, but he just wanted to...".

"Alright, don't look for any crappy excuses. ”

The fourth elder waved his hand to interrupt his words and said, "Since you think you can't beat it, then it won't be difficult for me to do it for you." ”

What does it mean that you think you can't beat it, and what does it mean that it's not difficult for you.

After Luo Chen secretly complained in his heart, he took a step forward and said, "Disciple..... The disciple is willing to go to the stage to fight, please ....."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the four elders waved their hands neatly and responded, "Okay, let's go." ”

"The disciple will live up to expectations. ”

Luo Chen bowed his hand stupidly, glared back at the two of them, and then reluctantly moved onto the stage.

The two of them just lowered their heads and held back a smile, looking at their shoulders that trembled from time to time, they knew that the two were about to hold back their internal injuries.

"Hey, boy, you go faster" Mo Xiaohan pointed to the figure rubbing in the audience, and asked in a childish voice: "Look at your expression, don't you want to play with me." ”

The corners of Luo Chen's eyes twitched a few times, and he stepped into the ring quickly, correcting: "What is a boy, Uncle Luo, children should be polite." ”

Hearing this joke, Mo Xiaohan covered his mouth and laughed, at first it was normal, but after a few breaths, his laughter gave people an extremely uncomfortable diaphragmatic response.

When he looked up again, he seemed to have completely changed his personality, and shouted coldly: "Luo boy, don't you really know my name Mo Xiaohan." ”

This change before and after made Luo Chen's heart tighten, but he still didn't care about it in his tone, and replied: "The little fart who has not dried up can have a big name." ”

"Yanwu, Fire Boy"

Mo Xiaohan's face gradually retracted, swallowed the sweet cake in his mouth, his forehead was red, and a three-foot-large fireball shot out when he raised his hand.

Immediately after, he held a half-moon blade in each hand, and said, "How is it, it's very unexpected." ”

The half-moon blade is red all over, three feet long, about a palm or so wide, the end of the blade is jagged, and the side is engraved with the word Huolin in fine pieces.

Luo Chen cooperated with his tone, made a series of surprised expressions that turned out to be you, and asked rhetorically: "Huotong is you, Mo Xiaohan is also you, is it very surprising." ”

"You..... Sincerely play with me. ”

Mo Xiaohan was suddenly furious, obviously the other party knew his identity, and the previous various behaviors of playing treasure did not make people relax their vigilance, but were regarded as monkeys.

Seeing his reaction, Luo Chen's heart was secretly balanced, and he said provocatively: "What's the matter, little brat." ”

In fact, in the first few duels, Wu Mo has already explained the identities of several people in detail, and it is difficult for this eye-catching child not to be noticed.

Yan Wu Mo Xiaohan, contrary to his name, has a physique of Zhu Rong's body, and can detect fire without injury since he was a child, although he is young, but his fire method can be called extremely refined.

Yan Wu has been hiding him, his reputation is not very loud, and only a few people present know his physique, and the others only laugh and talk about it.

"Boy, you're killing yourself. ”

The spiritual power in Mo Xiaohan's hands instantly gushed out, and a half-foot-high flame rose from the two blades, forming a skull fire ball on the back of the blade.

"Little brat, call uncle, otherwise it's rude. Luo Chen was upset, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

It's good now, repeated provocations have completely angered Mo Xiaohan.

There was a faint fire in his eyes, and with a low roar, he threw the moon blade in his right hand violently, and his body jumped up, and another moon blade stabbed towards Luo Chen's heart.

Seeing that the time had come, Luo Chen took a slight step back, lunged with a heavy waist, drew his spear and swept over.

One inch long, one inch strong, this is a perfect presentation. The tip of the spear had already pierced Mo Xiaohan's shirt, but the moon blade in his hand was still half a foot away.

Mo Xiaohan's eyes were full of annoyance, but he couldn't help but turn over and retreat backwards.

"Little brat, this is what you said....." Halfway through his opening mouth, Luo Chen's back of his head felt cold, and he didn't have time to think about it before he bent down and rolled aside.

But he still breathed slowly, and the other moon blade passed by.

"Snort"

Although it was only scratched by the piggyback, the cutting power of the moon blade at extreme speed can be imagined, not to mention the annoying flames on it, and the flesh and blood were burned into it.

"Damn, the master is careless. ”

Luo Chen raised his hand to extinguish the flames on his shoulder, ignoring the scorching pain, he swung his spear and swept off the moon blade that stabbed again, and sank into two steps to force it up, with the thought of a fatal blow.

At this moment, a trace of red gold blood oozed from Luo Chen's shoulder, and the charred flesh slowly fell off, replaced by a rapidly growing flesh bud.

But he didn't notice that the eyes of several people present looked at him suddenly.

"Golden Blood..... Immortal...."

Han Shaofei was the first to discover this vision, and after stepping forward to take a closer look at it with a little suspicion, the look on his face quickly changed to a capital shock.

Then, Chongyangzi stood up with a bang, and the six elders also stepped forward quickly.

"Undead Demon Body, how could it be ....."

"His grandmother's, Qingwu actually hid such a disciple...."

"Little junior brother, you are hiding deep enough....."

"Disciple Dabi, there will be unexpected surprises every time....."

At the same time, there were a few disciples in the pile who discovered this anomaly, such as Shen Kai, Juan Jueyin, Zhao Rulong, and for example, Wu Wu, who also had a special physique, and Gu Qinghan was indispensable.

However, when several people were shocked, there were also a few people who realized it but were in a normal mind, such as Wu Mo, such as Yin Mercy Slave and Niu Dali.

The three of them had long known about the golden blood, and vaguely guessed that he was an undead demon, but they all remained silent.

The reason is very simple, the relationship between the two of them is different, and they are in different camps, each with their own thoughts. As for Wu Mo, it is not because his physique is close to him, and his special physique will not affect the revolutionary friendship between the two.

In short, the appearance of a physique has drawn out the careful thinking of all the characters in the audience.