Qingqiu City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yingyue Residence, Wu Fan spent millions of spirit stones to rent a place for a month.

"Master, is there still no news of Brother Wu Fan?" Zixun asked with an anxious face towards Wu Shouyang.

Wu Shouyang didn't answer him, but just shook his head helplessly.

These people have been looking for Wu Fan's whereabouts since last night, but they have been searching all night, but they still haven't found it. Now that the sky is just dawning, everyone is coming back from outside, with a decadent and haggard face. It was futile to work all night, but now there was no time for them to continue their search.

Because the exchange meeting is about to start, although the head of the Taishang sect told Wu Shouyang that this Wu Fan is a very important person to the sect, but now he has to put down the matter of looking for Wu Fan first, and it is the right way to do the things in front of him first, and at this moment, he can only pray that Wu Fan will be fine.

Wu Shouyang said a few words of cheering to the disciples, that is, he dismissed everyone, let them go back to their rooms to meditate, nourish their spirits, and wait for Wu Fan for another hour, and after an hour, no matter whether Wu Fan comes back or not, he will leave this Yingyue Residence and go to the Lizhan Platform in the west of Qingqiu City to participate in the exchange meeting.

An hour is not a long time, but counting the time while waiting is unusually long. At this time, the one who had the most no intention of resting was Wu Shouyang, and the one who had the most no intention of meditating was Zixun.

But no matter how anxious they were, it was to no avail, and in the end, an hour finally passed, and Wu Shouyang had to lead his disciples to the Lizhan Platform and run towards the Lizhan Platform.

Lizhan Platform, located outside the west gate of this Qingqiu City, is a martial arts platform specially established for this exchange meeting. The battle platform, the platform is three zhang high, two hundred zhang square, made of hard jade, and there is a large protective array in it. It can withstand the full force of a cultivator under the cultivator of the Heavenly and Human Realm, without being hurt in the slightest.

This battle platform is located in a wilderness between Qingqiu Mountain and Qingqiu City, usually few people come here, and at this time this place is already surrounded by water, and it is also thanks to these eighteen sects to build this grandstand that can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time, otherwise this place must be like the ant out of the nest, a mess.

When Wu Shouyang and his party arrived, it was already full of people, and along the way, everyone made way for them, and from time to time some people smiled at Wu Shouyang's location and said hello, but obviously he was not in much mood to respond at this time.

In this regard, others are not annoyed, because what happened last night, they all know that this Changping Sword Sect brought a potential disciple when he came here, and he wanted to come to see it, but it turned out that he did not think about it, and he disappeared inexplicably and bizarrely yesterday.

Last night, Wu Shouyang asked the heads of more than a dozen factions about it, and asked them to help find it together. But it was in vain to let hundreds of people go out together with these dozen sects.

Wu Shouyang hurriedly walked towards the rear hall of the battle platform, and he didn't know how many people he bumped into along the way, obviously he was really distracted this time.

"Brother Wu, hasn't that Wu Fan Xiaowa in your door come back yet?"

When he arrived at the rear hall of the battle platform, the head of the Qingqiu Sword Sect, Qingqiu Daoren, saw Wu Shouyang's appearance, so he asked first. Although they knew that this was the result, this courtesy greeting was still necessary, after all, it was lost on the territory of their Qingqiu Sword Gate.

And that Wu Fan, the eighteen heads here have also seen it, it is the disobedient Mao boy yesterday.

The other heads of the house also sighed sincerely or prettently, Wu Shouyang didn't have anything to say in his eyes, and said directly to everyone: "Let everyone bother, since we are all here, I see that the hour is almost now, we should also go to the sealed place to set up a formation to break the seal, let these young people start." ”

The others also nodded in agreement, and then instructed the disciples to walk in the direction of the Lizhan Platform in front of them, and these dozen or so people also left the main hall and flew towards the entrance of the secret realm where the head of Qingqiu Mountain was sealed.

......

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On the platform.

The eldest disciple of the Qingqiu Sword Sect jumped up and stood on the battle platform in the middle.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of people in the stands were lively.

"It's less flowers!"

"Less flowers!

It was not only women who shouted from the audience, but even men were driven.

"Who is Hua Shao?"

A young man with a relatively immature appearance next to him pulled a person who shouted Zhenghuan next to him and asked.

The man turned his head and glanced at him disdainfully, and directly gave him a big white eye, thinking, this thing doesn't even know Ximen Huayu, and he came to see this exchange meeting!

At this time, a person next to him saw this scene and explained to him that this Ximen Huayu is the new eldest disciple of the Qingqiu Sword Sect, and on the last exchange meeting, the first time he participated in this exchange meeting, he swept away all the strong enemies of the eighteen sects with a flying snow sword, and won the first throne strongly.

Ximen Huayu stood on this battle platform, looked around at everyone, feeling the momentum of this tide, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed his palm down on the front, and suddenly the voice seemed to be controlled, and it was instantly quiet.

Ximen Huayu smiled and bent over at them, and said, "Don't say much, let's start this exchange meeting now." First of all, our little junior brother of Qingqiu Sword Gate, Chenfei, make a start, come to accept everyone's teaching, the little junior brother only entered my Sword Gate last year, and please be merciful. ”

After saying these words, Ximen Huayu was just about to leave, but he turned around, glanced around again, and added: "You can come to challenge at will, and I would like to remind you that the sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that there will be deaths and injuries in previous exchange meetings, and please do what you can." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ximen Huayu directly turned into a sword with spiritual power and returned to the direction where the Qingqiu Sword Gate was located.

This move made everyone present can't help but exclaim.

"Wow!"

"Transformation, transformation of the realm!"

"He has already reached the Transformation Realm, and looking at this spiritual power fluctuation, it should be the third order of the Transformation Realm!"

"It's really too fast to enter the realm! Three years ago, when he was still at the third order of the Transformation God Realm, he was already firmly on the throne of the first place. ”

"It seems that this flower is not far from the human realm of that day. ”

These exclamations around him gradually subsided as a slender figure flashed on the battle platform.

"In the Xiaqingqiu Sword Gate, Dust Fei, here to accept the teachings of all the senior brothers!"

After Chenfei stepped down from the stage of Ximen Huayu, he jumped onto the three-zhang high Lizhan platform, hugged his fist at the disciples of the eighteen sects behind the Lizhan platform, and said this sentence loudly, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, obviously he had a lot of confidence in himself.

The reason why he dared to do this was that he was the first person to fight on stage at this exchange meeting, and he was on behalf of the Qingqiu Sword Sect, which had always won the first place, so he naturally had his confidence.

Although he is only seventeen years old this year, he has just entered this Qingqiu Sword Sect for more than a year, but he is already a second-order person in the Transformation God Realm! Although this achievement is not the top strength among these eighteen sects, he is only a mere seventeen years old, and in a year, he has entered the realm from the Light Body Realm to the Transformation God Realm, how fast this speed is.

As his words fell, a big man with five big and three thick feet came to the stage, and because his body was too heavy, he did not jump up, but stepped on a flying sword.

When the flying sword was put away, this person landed on the battle platform, and he seemed to feel a tremor on the ground of the battle platform.

"Disciple of the Wind Sword Sect, Leng Xing has come to ask for advice. ”

As soon as this person came to the stage, he didn't say polite words, he directly reported the door with a fist, opened the shelf, and was ready to start.

Seeing that he was impulsive, and he was the first person to rush onto the battle platform, coupled with the tone of what he said, it was obvious that this was an impatient, and he didn't pay attention to his words, but just smiled faintly and said, "Please." ”

The two fought on this stage, forming an extremely sharp contrast.

That Leng Xing is seven feet tall, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a face of horizontal meat, even the flesh on his arms is a piece of meat, and then look at the dust, the slightly thin face is very white, a long shirt, swaying casually with the mountain wind, obviously under the sleeves is a relatively thin body.

Suddenly, there were many people in the audience muttering in a low voice, this one and the other two, in terms of appearance, are undoubtedly the dust that has lost, and this Leng Xing should look five or six years older than him.

The cold star is not polite to Chenfei, and the knife is aimed at Chenfei, although he is five big and three thick, but looking at this action, it is not too dull.

The distance between the two was dozens of zhang, and Leng Xing rushed forward for half the distance, but the dust flew still did not move, and only the sound of Leng Xing's gentle footsteps and the sound of hunting when his sleeves rushed forward quickly were left on the entire battle platform.

There were only a dozen steps left, and Chenfei still didn't move, seeing this scene, the people in the audience stopped talking and stared at the stage quietly.

There are even some people who are shouting at the dust in their hearts, hurry up!

If an ordinary person is hit by such a fat man of two or three hundred pounds, he must be knocked apart. Seeing that the fat man was rushing to Chenfei's body, the sword in Chenfei's hand did not move, nor did his footsteps move, but when the cold star blade slammed towards his face, in the midst of a "commotion" from everyone, he quickly bent backwards backwards, stood with his left foot, and slammed his right foot upward, and Leng Xing's huge body was pushed up by him with skillful strength along the momentum of his body, as if he was throwing a hemp bag full of cotton.

Before Leng Xing could react, he felt a lightness under his feet, and his entire body was floating in the air, but his forward momentum still did not stop, rushing towards the edge of the battle platform.

Just as he was about to fall off the stage, he felt a gentle force from his ankle pull him down, and the whole person stopped firmly on the edge of the platform.

------To be continued------

Apr 20, 2016 23:43:02

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