In the early morning, as soon as the sky began to brighten, the verdant East Valley woke up from its slumber.

The voices of people outside the window became more and more noisy, accompanied by shouts, which kept drifting into the house.

Bian Yao opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, washed briefly, and hurried to the bottom floor, and found that the door was half open, so he pushed the door and walked in.

Mu Xiyou was lying on his back on the bed, his face was slightly pale, and his face was sad and tangled.

"What's wrong? I don't think you look good. Bian Yao didn't quite understand, and asked with a slight smile.

"If you know that in the near future, you will be beaten half to death and vomit blood, can you still be happy?" Mu Xiyou smiled bitterly and said mournfully.

"Could it be that every time you fight, you will encounter that kind of situation?" Bian Yao couldn't help but put away his smile and asked seriously.

"That's not it, although it was inevitable to be defeated and injured in the past, it was not as serious as it is now. Since that happened six months ago, my opponents seem to have gotten stronger. Mu Xiyou jumped off the bed after speaking, as if he was afraid that Bian Yao would ask more, so he barely squeezed out a smile and said, "Let's go, it's just a little painful, at least I won't die." ”

Bian Yao was silent, and the two left the house together and walked quickly towards Xigu.

On the day of the battle, there was no need to go to Yangmu Valley to practice in the morning, and everyone went directly to the battlefield to assemble.

When we arrived in Nishigu, the sky was clear.

In the southwest corner, twenty-eight late-stage dreamers seemed to have already arrived, lined up, sitting cross-legged on the green grass, meditating with their eyes closed, oblivious to the scene in the valley.

Bian Yao had noticed one thing earlier, those children of the Mu Clan in the valley, whether they were early or middle stage dream maniacs, most of them looked very young. Today, when he first saw the late dreamer maniac in the valley, seeing that these people were all about thirty years old, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart!

Under normal circumstances, ordinary dream cultivators would not be able to step into the realm of dream mania until they were thirty years old, and if they wanted to cultivate to the late stage of dream mania, they would basically be nearly half a hundred years old.

Obviously, the realm of the Mu people has improved very quickly, many times faster than ordinary people. It may have something to do with the way they practice, or maybe there is some reason that outsiders don't know.

The valley is green, the breeze is blowing, and it is slightly cool.

As in the past, the early dreamers gathered in one place, and the mid-stage dreamers gathered in another.

Bian Yao and Mu Xiyou stood outside the crowd, keeping a certain distance from those Mu clan disciples. The former's eyes were fixed in the direction of Taniguchi, but the latter lost his usual interest, and he didn't look forward to the woman in the Valley of Hundred Flowers so much, and his head drooped.

At this time, in the West Valley, except for the people from the Valley of Hundred Flowers and the Valley of the Sword, everyone else had already arrived.

The instructors stood in one place, discussing some matters related to the war, and their eyes swept over the children of the Mu clan in the valley from time to time, implying an unclear meaning.

The work was not large, a group of girls wearing Luo skirts appeared at the mouth of the valley, and the female teacher Xi Mu Lingxiang walked in the forefront. Beside her was a strange girl with a beautiful appearance, calm and calm, graceful and lovely, and naturally revealed a special temperament when walking.

The girl walked slowly, dressed in a light green Luo skirt, with a blue ribbon around her waist, combed in a double bun, wrapped with two blue streamers, a petal of emerald leaves obliquely inserted in her hair, and pale green temples hanging down in front of her shoulders.

Bian Yao looked a little curious, so he poked Mu Xiyou beside him and asked in a low voice, "Who is that woman with a leaf in her hair?" ”

"I don't know very well, I only heard that her name is Mu Wanyan, and she seems to be a member of the Mu family, who spends her days meditating in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and rarely appears. Mu Xiyou glanced up and replied softly.

"Why haven't the people from Sword Valley arrived yet?" Bian Yao let out a light "oh" and changed the subject.

"Those guys have always been like that, always the last to show up, obviously on purpose. But this is also normal, who made the sword cultivators of my wood clan so rare." Mu Xiyou said with a smile, with a clear sense of envy in his tone.

There are only one million people in the entire Shu County, of which there are nearly nine layers of Mu clan bloodline in their bodies, but except for the pure bloodline clan, among the other hundreds of thousands of Mu people, only a very few people will awaken the Mu clan bloodline, and among every thousand Mu people whose blood has awakened, there are almost one or two people who are suitable for sword cultivation.

Bian Yao didn't ask any more questions, and moved his gaze back to the valley mouth again, waiting for the appearance of the people in the Sword Valley.

With this in mind, the instructors have already begun to pick candidates for matchmaking. The first is the battle between the early dreamer and the mid-stage dreamer. It's a forced pairing that is entirely up to the instructor, and the opponent has no choice.

Except for Bian Yao, the children of the Mu clan in the early stage of the dream madness all became nervous, and their faces were solemn, especially Mu Xiyou, who was crying and mourning, and looked like he was about to die.

The reason why the valley was holding the Ten Battles was not to expect the low-level dream cultivators to defeat the high-level, but to use the hands of the high-level dream cultivators to beat and abuse the low-level dream cultivators, which was only to spur and motivate those children of the Mu clan. If you want to be beaten less and suffer less, then do your best to improve yourself, otherwise you will be brutally abused every ten days! For the vast majority of the children of the Mu clan, the day of the war is also equal to the day of abuse.

Since there are nineteen more early dreamers than mid-stage dreamers, nineteen early dreamers will be temporarily excluded from the first round.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, in the first round of pairing, Bian Yao was not selected, but became one of the nineteen.

As on weekdays, the battle will be played at the same time at eight venues, one group after another.

Mu Xiyou was selected in the first round of matching, and had no choice but to say goodbye to Bian Yao, as if he had lost his soul, and walked to one of the battlefields.

Bian Yao's mind was not on his side, so he didn't notice that the faces of the other eighteen people who were left behind had become even more ugly than before.

After the first round of battles is over, in order to ensure the quality of the battle, the nineteen people with the highest strength will be selected among all the mid-stage dreamers, and then they will fight against the remaining nineteen early-stage dreamers, and the results are naturally not difficult to imagine.

The battle is very strict! Even if the two sides are brothers, they must show all their strength, and no trace of water release is allowed, otherwise they will be severely punished! Besides, there are spicy eyes on the sidelines, and it is very difficult to cheat!

The candidates for the first round of battles have all been scattered to eight venues, each of which has at least one instructor and guard, plus three girls from Hundred Flowers Valley who are responsible for healing.

In a clearing in the middle of the valley, Mu Wanyan stood quietly, her jade face was like the still water of a spring lake, her eyes swept over the valley, and finally stopped on Bian Yao, and said: "Is that person brought in by the third grandfather?" Why did he keep staring at Taniguchi, and he didn't seem to take Xunzhan to heart at all. ”

Mu Lingxiang stood on her left, and after hearing this, he replied loudly: "He is the person brought in by the chief steward, and the spiritual power contained in his body does not seem to be under Mengzun. ”

The head of the valley stood on the right side of Mu Wanyan's body, and after listening to her words, he suddenly smiled slightly, and said: "Today's cross-level battle, his delaying and attrition tactics will be tested, if he can't deal with it, defeat is inevitable!"

Mu Wanyan lowered her eyebrows, did not speak, and moved her gaze to another place, landing on the young man in long clothes named Mu Chen, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, at the mouth of the valley of the West Valley, a middle-aged man with a sword suddenly appeared, floating calmly, it was the only sword cultivation practice in the valley, named Mu Qian, the realm of the Sword Emperor.

Behind him, followed by the figure of the seven negative swords, they appeared one after another, and walked into the valley in turn.

The six people in front of them were all with pale green hair, wearing green military uniforms and carrying a single sword. Only the person who walked at the back was obviously different from others in appearance and dress.

It was a young man, dressed in gray, with hair like lacquer and a young sword.

The boy was carrying something on his back, wrapped in blue cloth, and it looked like a sword.

At this moment, Bian Yao's eyes suddenly widened, his eyebrows were raised with joy, a happy smile appeared in his eyes, and his mouth was straight.

It was a familiar figure, a companion he would never forget!

Bian Yao remembered that when he was leaving, he asked his name and learned that his name was Twilight Song. It's just that looking at his current appearance, it is slightly different from his impression.

This was the first time Bian Yao had seen Twilight Song carry the sword behind him, and during the days when the two of them walked together in the chaotic place, he held the shrouded sword in his hand or carried it on his shoulder.

To say that in the entire West Valley, the most conspicuous and noticeable are undoubtedly two black-haired foreigners dressed differently.

The eyes of cultivators are very keen, especially sword cultivators!

As soon as Twilight Song stepped on the valley, her eyes swept towards the valley.

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into his sight, and the sharp mang in his eyes couldn't help but stagnate, revealing a look of surprise.

From afar, silent communication is only between former and present companions.

Bian Yao almost shouted, hesitated, tried his best to suppress the impulse in his heart, and finally retracted his half-step step and did not run over.

After their eyes met, Twilight Song withdrew her gaze, a smile spilling over her lips.

There are few people in Sword Valley, not counting Mu Jian and Twilight Qingge, there are only six people, all of whom are sword maniacs.

Of those six, five of them were relatively old, probably in their thirties and forties. There was a young man left, who looked to be in his twenties, and although his face was full of pride, there was a hint of resentment that was not difficult to detect.

Under Mu Qian's instructions, Twilight Song and the other six people in the Sword Valley walked to the southeast corner of the valley, and sat down cross-legged one after another, and the late dream madness in the southwest corner became a left-right confrontation.

In the middle of the valley, Mu Wanyan's expression moved slightly, his gaze turned to the southeast corner, his gaze fell on Twilight Song, he smiled unhurriedly, and said, "That Sword Valley boy is acting a little specially, I don't know what his intention is to wrap the sword in cloth?"

"This is really incomprehensible, but if he can enter the eyes of the deputy family master, his sword cultivation talent must be extremely high! No one can guide him, but he can break through the sword madness at the age of seventeen, and the wooden owl is a few points overshadowed by comparison. Mu Qiyuan said loudly.

"He didn't seem to participate in the last battle, right?" Mu Wanyan suddenly asked.

"Because he had just entered the valley the day before yesterday, he was not allowed to participate in the next day's ten-day battle. In today's battle, the most eye-catching must be those two foreign boys. ”

"What's his name?" Mu Wanyan continued.

"Twilight Song, a surname tainted with magical colors. Mu Qiyuan's face remained unchanged, but his voice was slightly different.

Mu Wanyan whispered the name, her face was different, and she said in surprise: "The surname Dusk, that's not the same surname as the rumored 'Genius Sword Saint'!"

It's a pity that that genius has been silent for more than 30 years, and his whereabouts and deeds have become legends. Mu Qiyuan shook his head slowly, sighing for a while.

Suddenly, a deep shout sounded in the valley, reaching everyone's ears.

The Ten Battles begin!

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