Kaiye Mountain Range, standing in the southeast of Yunmeng Continent has been hundreds of thousands of years, from the Kaiye Gate to the patriarch Ye Kaiye to the present, Kaiye Gate has existed here for 27,000 years;

Under the leadership of the cedar hall disciples, they climbed all the way up the stairs until the peak, and an open place was revealed in front of everyone's eyes, Nie Wushuang was amazed in his heart, seeing the peak of this open leaf peak, a row of solemn and solemn halls stood in a forest, before the main hall, it was an incomparably open leaf square, at this time the square was full of people, a cluster in the east, a cluster in the west, the big flag was flying, and there were already many places with apricot yellow flags overcrowded. On the high platform of Kaiye Square, as Sun Feihu said, the layout structure has long been prepared.

In the center of the Kaiye Square, there is a bucket platform that has been set up long ago, and the four walls of the round bucket platform are flickering, which has become the most eye-catching place in the Kaiye Square at this moment.

Yingbin took the disciples of Cedar Hall, went straight to the west, and led them to a green meadow on the west side of the square.

Nie Wushuang looked at the carved wooden chair in front of him, a coffee table next to the wooden chair, a pot of spiritual tea, a pot of wine, a plate of fresh fruits, and a plate of side dishes on the coffee table; behind the carved wooden chair, there was nothing else in an empty grassland.

Deacon Sun pointed to the carved wooden chair and said, "Please also invite Hall Master Nie to take a seat." ”

Nie Wushuang glanced at the thousands of disciples in the Cedar Hall, and regardless of the expressions of these disciples, he stepped forward and sat down, holding tea in one hand and holding the handrail in the other, his eyes scanning around the square.

On the square, at this time, there were busy figures everywhere, the competition platform was empty, only streamers circulated around the competition platform, Sun Feihu stood beside Nie Wushuang, and said in a low voice: "There is a protective array around the fighting platform, for Dabi, generally as long as it is not a life and death enemy, it will not fall into a life and death struggle, the protection of the formation is to prevent others from interfering in the affairs of the fighting platform, and it is also to let the losers on the fighting platform finally try to save their lives." ”

After Nie Wushuang nodded, he asked again: "According to what you said yesterday, Deacon Sun, anyone can come to the stage?

Deacon Sun said: "This kind of sect competition is actually mainly a contest between the disciples of Zhuji, you can rest assured, don't worry about no one on the stage, because once no one challenges you within a stick of incense on the stage, you will win, and this victory will directly win the first place." In other words, the sect believes that no one dares to challenge this person, so there is no need to compete in the subsequent competitions, so the people who first came to power also have ruthless roles. Of course, basically speaking, some of the people who first came to power were also thrown out by some halls, and the disciples of each hall came to power, and they would be very calculating. In addition to the first place reward among the disciples, the thirteen halls will also have the first place in their respective halls, which will be symbolically rewarded by the sect. ”

Nie Wushuang said: "Well, this rule is simple. ”

While the two were talking, suddenly, a figure appeared beside Nie Wushuang, bowed his head and whispered in Nie Wushuang's ear, "See you in Zongbitai." ”

Nie Wushuang looked back and saw that the disciples of the Cedar Hall behind him were sitting on the grass in groups of three and five in groups, countless people were walking around, and the one who walked to his side was the Mo who had a scar on his face, and the murderous intent in Nie Wushuang's eyes suddenly flashed, although he didn't say a word on his lips, his heart was overturned.

Mo whispered and walked back to the grass, Nie Wushuang's murderous intent had already permeated his body, he raised his eyes, but saw that Bu Yanyun was also looking at him with angry eyes, and his heart suddenly chuckled, and for a while, the anger towards Mo Qingyu dissipated, and the look in his eyes was extremely complicated, at this time, Mo Qingyu slowly walked to Bu Yanyun's side, and after sitting down, he reached out and patted Bu Yanyun's shoulder, sneering at Nie Wushuang with a look of disdain.

Nie Wushuang looked at Mo Qingyu's hand that was patted on Bu Yanyun's shoulder, his heart turned over the river and the sea, extremely uncomfortable, his eyes rolled, the killing intent was great, he slowly turned his head, and no longer looked behind him, but looked at the guest stage of the sect in the distance with a complicated expression.

As the crowd in the square grew, the disciples of the thirteen sects of the Open Leaf Gate had slowly gathered within their own area.

The killing intent in Nie Wushuang's heart was still unabated, and under his eyes at this time, he found a familiar figure, and it happened that person to look over.

"Tang Minghu!" Nie Wushuang was concerned about Bu Yanyun and Mo Qingyu at this time, his eyes looked at Tang Minghu for a while, and then he shifted away, but it was just this moment of intersection, he actually read a strong murderous aura from Tang Minghu's eyes, and at this time, Fu Xuesong's words came out in his mind again: "In the cultivation realm, don't offend people easily; What status, since you have offended him, then think about it, how can you kill him, only in this way can you get rid of your worries once and for all;"

"You'd better not go on stage. The little fat man's voice sounded in Nie Wushuang's sea of knowledge.

Nie Wushuang's chest was rolling with anger at this moment, and he shouted in the sea of knowledge and asked, "Why?"

"You are only the third-order cultivation of the foundation building now, there are too many people here who are more than the third order of the foundation building, even if you want to go to the stage to challenge Mo Qingyu, it is not necessarily his opponent, although your sword technique has a trace of artistic conception, but it is too weak; and you are too angry, and the state is not the best, and you can't meet the requirements of being able to fight on the stage; now your sword skill artistic conception is just a virtual appearance, even if you really want to go up and win a game, it is very difficult, unless you play particularly well on the spot, and have a new understanding of the knife technique, otherwise you want to go on stage and kill people? ”

Before Nie Wushuang could speak, the little fat man sighed: "It's a pity, if you can really comprehend this sword technique, although there are tens of millions of people, why be afraid?"

Nie Wushuang gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you mean that if I can really comprehend the sword skills of a pot of wine among the flowers, I can defeat ten thousand people here?"

The little fat man said: "It's not that it's the enemy, but everyone here combined, and it's not your opponent." ”

Nie Wushuang gradually suppressed the anger in his heart slowly, and asked: "I don't doubt this sword skill, but to say that everyone here is not my opponent is a bit nonsense, and even if I have comprehended the sword skill and built the foundation of the third-order cultivation, even if your sword skill is powerful, my cultivation will not be able to keep up." ”

The little fat man obviously didn't want to discuss the impossible topic with Nie Wushuang, so he said casually: "Well, what you said has your point. ”

Nie Wushuang didn't answer, obviously he didn't want to argue with the little fat man about what was just if, at this time, he could only hear someone shouting: "Please open the Yemen Sect Master and the Thirteen Hall Masters to take a seat." "The sound is loud, it spreads, and the echo is endless.

I saw a figure in mid-air flying and landing in front of the guest stage of the sect; the man was in his thirties, his face was extremely handsome, his cheeks were covered by long hair on both sides, and he could only see the deep eyes and the bridge of his nose; at this time, he was wearing a pure white robe, holding a jasper flute in his hand, smiling, exuding infinite charm, he threw the flute in his hand, and the flute instantly fell on his back and inserted it upside down, in his eyes, looking at Kaiye Square with infinite magic, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone is well!"

"Welcome Lord Yemen!" In the opening square, a neat voice broke out in an instant, and everyone got up and bowed half-bowed to the high platform.

Nie Wushuang's heart was agitated, he looked at Ye Xuanxin, the master of the Open Leaf Gate, and praised in his heart: "It is worthy of being the master of the Open Leaf Gate, and he is really a talent and full of charm." ”

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