Today's Divine Sword Sect is different from the cold of the past, the square is full of people, not only the disciples of the inner sect, but even the disciples of the outer sect have come to watch the battle, and the whole scene is in full swing.

At this time, around each martial arts stage, there were already dense crowds, black and oppressive, and all kinds of noisy sounds gathered together, and then spread far away.

In front of the martial arts stage, there is a row of very conspicuous special seats in the place where the line of sight is wider, and now there are many figures sitting in these positions, and the figures are all extraordinary, exuding palpitating fluctuations around their bodies, at this time they all looked at the disciples in the audience with a smile.

"The temptation of the Xuanbing Fruit is really great, this year's Zongbi is much more lively than in previous years!"

"These little guys are unprofitable, and the rewards of previous years can't arouse their blood. On the side of the middle-aged man, an old man in a white robe took a sip of the tea on the desk, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked up into the air.

There, there was an old man with a full head of white hair, stepping on a bright silver flying sword, the old man was dressed in a brocade shirt, looking ordinary, but between his eyes, there was a sense of superiority.

And this person is the Great Elder of the Divine Sword Sect and Zhou Yan's grandfather, Zhou Hongtian.

Beside Zhou Hongtian, Zhou Yan was also stepping on the side of the bright silver flying sword, which also attracted the attention of many people.

"I heard that Zhou Yan has been cultivating in the sword pool for a full month. ”

"One month! It's really enviable, I've only entered the sect once in five years. ”

There were many disciples in the audience who were talking in whispers, and their eyes were full of jealousy.

......

As soon as Zhou Hongtian appeared, the square became quiet, and all the disciples looked up at the silver flying sword that was slowly falling.

The figure in the special seat also got up slightly and made way for a passage.

Zhou Hongtian and Zhou Yan jumped down from the flying sword, and then walked to the center of the seat to stop, and Zhou Yan also stood behind the old man in a regular manner.

Under the gaze of those many eyes, Zhou Hongtian stretched out his fingers, and the silver flying sword in mid-air shrank sharply, turning into a stream of light and burrowing into the tips of his fingers.

After putting away the flying sword, he looked at the disciples in the square and said loudly: "Today is the day of my Divine Sword Sect, so the old man won't talk nonsense, let's get straight to the point." ”

As soon as the words fell, he looked at a middle-aged man on the referee's table, who nodded, stood up, and then took out a bamboo tube with a bamboo stick inserted in it.

"The old rule is that each person draws a number, and the contestants can come and draw lots now. ”

Not long after the words fell, a series of figures walked over, each taking a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube.

Zhou Yan also twisted his sore arm, walked up to the stage a little lazily, drew a lot at random, and said secretly in his heart: "If I had known that the Sword Pavilion could improve my strength so much, I wouldn't have to do those useless things at the beginning." ”

Standing under the stage, Zhou Yan looked at the number in his hand and sighed, rather than silently getting rid of Qian Chen, he still preferred to be able to pull the young sect master down the cloud on this occasion and stomp on it fiercely.

"The young sect master hasn't arrived yet, do you want to wait. On the special seat, after Master Mo glanced back and forth, he said to the Great Elder Zhou Hongtian who was sitting on the side.

"What are you going to do with that waste?" Zhou Hongtian frowned slightly, "With his bottom level, what ...... is there to come or not?"

"Huh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard the sound of an eagle in the air.

A red snow eagle flew from afar in the sky, and then, under the gaze of many stunned eyes, a figure swooped down from the back of the hovering giant eagle.

Then it fell on the square, and the hard stone slabs were all shaken into tiny cracks by the impact.

The flying dust gradually dissipated, looking at the changes in the field, Zhou Hongtian was stunned for a moment, and then sneered again, "This waste really has the courage to compete." ”

Mo Shi looked at the figure, there was a glint in his eyes, and said with a light smile: "This time, I'm afraid you're going to look away." ”

Zhou Hongtian leaned back in the chair, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "If you say that, then I have to wait and see." ”

Zhou Yan's eyes had already looked over, and when he saw the figure clearly, his hands couldn't help clenching, his whole body was a little stiff, and his body subconsciously took half a step back, his face was full of disbelief.

How could it be, wasn't he poisoned and then thrown into the Broken Sword Cliff by me?

Such a fierce poison, such a deep cliff bottom, he has no chance of survival!

Just when he was shocked in his heart, Qian Chen slowly raised his head, and saw Zhou Yan at a glance, staring at him with dark eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then walked up to the stage and drew a number, and waited silently.

Seeing that everyone had finished drawing lots, the referee also glanced at Qian Chen with a strange look, then stood up and said in a loud voice, "There are ten martial arts platforms here, draw the top ten, let's start with the same number first." ”

Qian Chen glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand, which said "Seven", and did not hesitate at the moment, he took out an iron sword from the weapon rack on the side, and walked directly to the No. 7 martial arts platform.

And after he came to power, he also came up with a gray coat.

After the gray-clothed young man saw Qianchen, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of joy in his eyes, "I didn't expect me to be so lucky, I met someone who was easy to deal with in the first round." ”

Everyone knows that Qianchen was the bottom of the sect in the past few years, although it seems to have broken through now, but this strength is still not enough in the inner sect.

Between the two looking at each other.

When the referee below saw that everyone was on stage, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Zongbi starts!"

As soon as the cheers fell, the figures in the martial arts stage flickered, and in an instant, the sword light gushed out, and the symphony of gold and iron collided sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly boiled.

"Hehe, I'm in the middle of the Peiyuan Realm, Young Sect Master, you have to be careful!"

Hearing the start of the competition, the gray-clothed young man smiled, his body trembled, and he was already flying towards Qianchen.

Sou.

Qianchen also rushed out.

The speed was extremely fast, and the moment he approached the gray-clothed boy, he moved his right hand and instantly pulled out the iron sword.

The sword flashed.

"So fast!"

The gray-clothed young man only felt as if a cold light flashed in front of him, and the long sword in his hand hurriedly rose sideways to resist, but it blocked the air.

"Whew!"

The sword light stopped.

Qian Chen held the sword in one hand, and the iron sword stopped next to the neck of the gray-clothed young man.

"Recognize ...... Admit defeat!" The smile on the gray-clothed young man's face had long since disappeared, and sweat was pouring from his forehead.

"Qianchen, win. ”

Under the stage, the referee looked at Qian Chen with some surprise.

Although the gray-clothed young man was not outstanding in the Inner Sect, after all, he had also reached the middle stage of the Peiyuan Realm, and he couldn't even hold on to a single move with such strength?

Many of the disciples who were watching this martial arts stage were also wide-eyed, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"Oh, it's interesting!" On the chief, Elder Zhou, who had always seemed a little leisurely, also happened to see this scene, slowly straightened his body slightly, and looked at the young man in the field with a strange look in his eyes.

Qian Chen didn't pay much attention to the gazes projected at him, and walked directly off the martial arts platform and looked at the other stone platforms.

happened to see Zhou Yanzheng knocking one of his opponents off the stage with a careless face.

Defeating the opponent easily, Zhou Yan became confident, and he also noticed Qian Chen's gaze, looked at him, provoked a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said secretly in his heart, "It's okay, it's okay, the sword pool has raised my strength to the early stage of the Ning Yuan Realm, what am I afraid of, I will definitely make you regret appearing here." ”

Qian Chen glanced at him, licked his mouth, and his eyes gradually became cold, the events on the Broken Sword Cliff were still vivid, and he was going to ask Zhou Yan for a blood debt today!