As those people approached, Yun Yi felt sick all over, as if a cold wind was drilling into his bones.

This feeling...... Yun Yi couldn't help but think of ghosts. Once when he followed the Qingxu Daoist to catch ghosts, he felt it personally, and it was very cold.

What's going on? They're alive.

Yun Yi subconsciously urged the 'Yin and Yang Eyes'.

In his sight, the people below the mountain changed. Around their bodies, there were clusters of fierce aura, like knives and swords, whistling and cutting through the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. These breaths are mixed with a gray substance.

These substances condense but do not dissipate...... Yunyi is no stranger. Isn't this just a ghost? How can there be such a thing around them in broad daylight?

Who the hell are they? Yun Yi wondered.

The people down the mountain didn't seem to see Mo Xian and them, and kept going up, until there was no way out, and then they stopped.

"Get out of the way!" the other man spoke briefly, but with an unmistakable flavor.

Mo Xian and his party didn't speak, staring at each other condescendingly.

"Fight, or get out?" the other party's words carried the smell of gunpowder, and the strong confidence made people speechless.

The person who spoke was dressed in a cyan robe, with a delicate face, and his sword eyebrows were like sharp swords, flying diagonally and provoking. A pair of phoenix eyes, very beautiful, but with evil nature. He carried a sword behind him, which should be a sect of sword practice.

Mo Xian closed his eyes, opened them again, looked at the person who spoke calmly, and said, "Standing so close to me, you are already dead." ”

The other party's face immediately changed and he took a step back neatly. Mo Xian is a gold-based spiritual cultivator who restrains all weapons in the world. The person who practices the sword is close to him, but does not use his hands, which is equivalent to seeking death by himself.

"We have no hostility. The other party opened his mouth, but it was equivalent to relenting.

"So you're still alive. Mo Xian took a step forward. The other party hurriedly shrunk the team and made a way.

Mo Xian walked over calmly, and Yun Yi and the others hurriedly followed.

"See you on the field, don't beg for mercy. The other shouted from behind.

Mo Xian didn't answer.

Approaching the foot of the mountain, Yun Yi and his party suddenly relaxed.

"Boss, you're so majestic. Fifth Senior Brother Han Lei's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he looked at Mo Xian with admiration.

Mo Xian waved his hand, wiped the fine sweat from his brows, and said with a wry smile: "This is pure luck. That sky-high sword intent, everyone should feel it, right?"

"It was so strong, it almost penetrated into my bones, and I felt chills all over my body. Han Lei shook his head and said.

Yun Yi looked at the two people who were communicating, and scratched his brows in confusion. Sword intent, that's sword intent, how can it be mixed with the breath of ghosts?

"Senior brother didn't feel it?" Looking at Yun Yi's sullen expression, Wu Daozi asked puzzled.

"He's stupid by nature, I feel it, and he's indifferent. Yun Duo said disdainfully.

Yun Yi glanced at her fiercely, shook his head and said, "I'm not wood, why don't I feel it?"

Wu Daozi looked at him strangely and explained: "This is a kind of swordsmanship, which is a special attack on the soul with the help of momentum and realm. ”

"Attack on the soul?" Yun Yi asked in surprise.

Mo Xian nodded: "They fought in a row and walked forward neatly, just gathering momentum." Those who have a weak mind cannot withstand this kind of attack at all. ”

"What a wicked sect. "You can defeat the enemy with momentum alone, which is too strong. However, Yun Yi frowned, what was the matter with that ghost breath? could they be out of their bodies?

Everyone talked for a moment, with a sad face, and went straight back to the inn.

In everyone's words, Yun Yi knew the identities of those people before. They came from the Southern Dangyun Sword Pavilion, and they practiced the 'monstrous sword technique', which belonged to a kind of martial cultivation. The person who spoke was called Yue Haitao, the chief disciple of the fifth generation, and his strength had reached the middle level of the Martial Sect, which was comparable to Mo Xian's strength. But he is one year older than Mo Xian, and he is already eighteen years old.

Monstrous Sword Technique, formerly known as Julang Sword Technique. Legend has it that this sword technique was created by the patriarch of the Kai School who was inspired by the waves of the sea. The word 'wave' is often called the demeanor of the girl in the green house.

The Dangyun Sword Pavilion felt that the 'giant wave' was indecent, so it was changed to 'monstrous', which had both momentum and fame, and was more in line with the 'sword'.

Yun Yi also learned that Yue Haitao's strength was very strong, although it was comparable to Mo Xian's strength. But Mo Xian claimed not to be his opponent.

"Senior brother, you two are of equal strength, why can't you beat him?" Yun Duo spoke without taboo, and if Yun Yi didn't dare to ask, she dared to speak.

Mo Xian smiled bitterly with some embarrassment: "His momentum is stronger than mine." Before I could fight, I was three points weaker, and I was his opponent. ”

"What the hell is momentum?" everyone kept talking about momentum, and Yun Yi wondered deeply, could this thing be more important than absolute strength?

"How do you say it?" Mo Xian was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and concluded: "Momentum is the soft power composed of courage, strength, knowledge, mentality, realm, etc. ”

Yun Yi still didn't understand, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"I'll tell you. Wu Daozi took over the conversation: "Momentum is the strength to rush forward with a firm reason, even if you die, you are not timid." ”

Yun Yi thought about it and couldn't help laughing: "I understand, that is, I am not afraid of death." That sword intent is an extension of the spirit of a person who practices martial arts?"

"That's right. Wu Daozi nodded in approval.

Yun Yi rolled his eyes, thinking back to the ghosts he had subdued, and the two were confirmed, and he couldn't help but be happy. Ghosts, I'm not afraid, but I'm still afraid of sword intent?

"I know what to do with them. Yun Yi said casually.

"How to deal with it?" everyone asked in unison.

Yun Yi looked at everyone's expressions and explained with some surprise: "Five years ago, the Qingyuan River flooded, do you know? Do you know how many people died that time? I ...... it."

Yun Yi pointed to himself and continued, "I have experienced it myself. Hundreds of thousands of people died on the Qingyuan River, and there were dead bodies everywhere, no matter how powerful they were in life, they all lost their lives. Compared with these dead people, Yue Haitao's people are really not worth mentioning. ”

"Later, do you know what I do?" asked Yun Yi as he looked at everyone. Before everyone recovered from the shock, they subconsciously shook their heads.

"I followed the master to catch ghosts and practice. You can see dead people every day, all kinds of dead people. Yun Yi thought back to the past and was a little sentimental: "Alas, maybe if you see more dead people, you can really see through life and death." ”

Mo Xian patted Yun Yi on the shoulder: "When people face death, they will instinctively be afraid. After experiencing more, it will be indifferent, which is equivalent to soul transformation. Come to think of it, I'm not afraid of momentum oppression. ”

"Senior brother, it's not easy for you. "Wu Daozi has no experience with Yunyi, so he can't imagine that kind of scene at all.

Yun Yi squeezed out a smile and said, "Since the Swinging Cloud Sword Pavilion won with momentum, then when the time comes, I will go on the field and directly destroy these grandsons." ”

"Don't get carried away, you boy. Mo Xian scolded with a smile.

Yun Yi has seen too many lives and deaths, and thinks he can ignore the oppression of momentum. But he didn't think about his talent. His soul strength is eighty-six, which is much higher than the average person. If others want to influence him, this hurdle will not be overcome.

On the day that the Caotang group arrived in Liushui Town, other participating teams also rushed over one after another. Flowing Water Town is very lively.

Taverns, tea shops, green houses, post stations, inns, and gambling houses are almost all full.

When there are more people, there will naturally be no fewer contradictions. Clashes broke out in Flowing Water on the same day, with several groups of people fighting in the streets, some bleeding, some wounded, and some dead.

The officers and soldiers of the imperial court, the guards of the temple, nervously maintained order everywhere. There are too many people in Flowing Water Town, and it is a huge fortune to eat and drink. All kinds of wagons and all kinds of goods were transported one after another.

On the first day alone, many merchants have already made a lot of money. The competition is the theme of the Golden Autumn Conference, and the gambling game is naturally indispensable. The major casinos have already opened up their posture and set the odds for the participating teams.

Flowing Water Town has become a city that never sleeps, and until the early hours of the morning, it is still lit up, shouting, and shouting one after another.

The noisy night has finally passed, and the day has not stopped.

The Golden Autumn Conference finally kicked off. The court's ceremonial attendants, household scholars, and cardinals of the temple rushed over one after another.

Amidst the uproar and respect, the court officials and the bishop of the temple went to Tianyaotai. The grass hall and other participating teams have already entered.

The short ceremony passed quickly, and the official tournament began.

The first item, the drawing of lots, attracted everyone's attention.