This sword demon from twenty years ago said the words that many disciples of Qiu Ming Mountain hid in their hearts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although they believe in He Xingge and respect Chen Bufan, this does not mean that they have no thoughts of their own at all.

Most of the young people of the Martial Division and the Shuji Division do not have a concept of this kind of thing, but the disciples of the Ten Perfection Division are basically old figures of Qiu Ming Mountain, they regard Qiu Ming Mountain as their home, of course they will have their own opinions and opinions, they are powerless to change He Xingge's decision, but they can have their own way to oppose it.

For example, defeating Li Molan ruthlessly, let this Beihai Sword Immortal heir stay here shamelessly.

"This is just your personal opinion, how much can you represent? Are you sure you are right, or is everyone else thinking so?" Li Molan said calmly.

Yan Xinxuan, who was in a black and white two-color Taoist robe, did not speak when he heard this, but a lot of light and shadow flashed in his eyes, like a marquee.

He'd heard something like that.

Ten years ago, at the last moment of the Heaven Worship Conference, he confronted Xie Zhongqing from the Daomen in the middle of the field.

At that time, he told Xie Zhongqing that cultivation is to win all the way, and no one can fail.

At that time, Xie Zhongqing said, this is just your personal opinion, is it true that the rise of all geniuses has not failed?

And he said, "I never lost."

So on that day, he lost to Xie Zhongqing, in full view of everyone.

Xie Zhongqing, who had won the victory, said to him with a calm face at that time, "Look, you have failed now, what should you do on your path of cultivation?"

So he was silent for ten years.

Today, ten years later, the Heaven Sacrifice Conference was finally held again, and before it came, he heard similar words in the mouth of the Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant, and suddenly felt that time was going backwards, and all the pictures were repeated, and he thought to himself, could it really be that there was something wrong with his own ideas?

Li Molan looked at him and said calmly and seriously: "No one can represent other people's opinions at will, do you think I should go, and you alone will inherit the will of Qiu Ming Mountain? Even if someone can inherit the will of Qiu Ming Mountain, it should be Chen Bufan, not you." ”

What he said was very reasonable, which made Yan Xinxuan feel a little speechless.

"Then talk to your hands. ”

As he spoke, the flying knife in Yan Xinxuan's hand made a clear sound.

Li Molan nodded.

As a result, the eyes of everyone in the distance around them began to tense.

This was the first time they had seen the Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant draw a sword, how could they not be nervous, and at the same time, they were full of confidence in Senior Brother Yan, which made the battle situation a little confusing.

He Xingge stood calmly in the forest.

He was a little optimistic about Li Molan, but thinking about this fierce and violent Senior Brother Yan, he couldn't be sure that Li Molan would be able to win.

There were a lot of girls wearing Taoist robes standing beside him, girls were outgoing, not to mention that Li Molan was already a famous son of heaven in Beihai, many girls cheered for Li Molan, and they didn't regard this old sword immortal descendant as an outsider at all, which made many of the young people of the martial arts around him feel very uncomfortable.

Then these teenagers who were also wearing clean robes cheered for Yan Xinxuan, as if Senior Brother Yan in the field was themselves.

The surrounding tidal shouts were overwhelming, and Li Molan felt a little ridiculous in his heart, thinking about how these people looked so energetic, making him feel like he was being looked at as a monkey.

Yan Xinxuan had a cold personality and didn't like to make a fuss, so he turned his head to look at the juniors and sisters around him a few times, and waited until those Qiuming Mountain disciples who were in the forest two or three hundred meters apart finally quieted down, and then suddenly raised his head.

Li Molan's gaze intertwined with his, as if there was a crackling electric flash.

Between the snowy ridges, above the snow.

In the distance, the vast sea of white clouds rises and falls.

Here, in the field, an earth-shattering roar sounded!

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In fact, if you take a look at the clothes of the knife demon Yan Xinxuan, you will find that there are hundreds of small flying knives pinned to his clothes.

In the past, he never needed to use more than a hundred knives to fight with people, but this time he prepared nearly a thousand, and it could be seen that he had attached great importance to this Beihai Sword Immortal heir.

However, he struck forward, only to fly out of a throwing knife.

The sword light floated forward like silver snowflakes.

Li Molan only made a bland sword forward.

That sword was an oblique slash, and in Li Molan's own feeling, it was like playing baseball.

Of course, this is not a baseball game, this is a duel full of murderous opportunities, a careless, or even a person who may miss the death, no one can regard it as child's play.

That knife was just a restrained killing intent.

This sword, the moment the sword is released, the overwhelming sword intent has been sown!

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There were many spectators of this battle, in addition to those disciples of the Three Divisions and He Xingge in the hiding crowd, Lu Yu, Chen Bufan, and many Qiu Mingshan elders were naturally also present.

They were all standing on a cliff not far away.

Looking at this sword, Lu Yu raised his eyebrows, very surprised.

Chen Bufan still had a faint smile on his face that would never fade, and if there was an accident in the battle, he would definitely be the first to go up to the rescue.

The Great Elder, who was the Grand Driver of the Ten Directions Division, showed an admiring look and said, "Good sword!"

The smile on Chen Bufan's face was even worse, although he knew that the Great Elder was praising him, he still couldn't help but hear these two words as cheap.

Lu Yu said: "His strength is much stronger, and his kendo attainments are improving faster than I imagined. ”

In the Yubei Tomb that time, Lu Yu and Li Molan were fighting to the death in the real sense, but that time Li Molan was not in a good state, so he easily knocked Li Molan down, and this time when he saw that the other party had completely used his strength, he realized that he seemed to underestimate this young man who was only behind him on the Beihai Billboard.

"Senior brother, you always underestimate others, this is not good. Chen Bufan said mildly.

"Senior brother, I know that I am wrong. The young man Lu Yu nodded, he seemed to be very well-behaved, if this scene fell in the eyes of other Qiu Ming Mountain disciples, he would definitely be able to drop his jaw.

"Who do you think will win?" the Third Elder asked with a smile.

The surrounding elders all looked at each other, they were naturally optimistic about Yan Xinxuan at first, but after seeing Li Molan's sword, the scales in their hearts quietly tilted again.

"It's better for Yan Xinxuan to win, right?" said an elder hesitantly.

The other elders agreed.

"What do you think?" the Great Elder looked at Lu Yu.

He didn't ask Chen Bufan, because he knew that if he asked Chen Bufan, then the answer would be revealed directly, which would be too boring.

Chen Bufan's eyes could directly see through the heavens, and his deductive calculation ability was not weaker than that of Tianchen Daoren, one of the six great Nether Immortals when he was young, and he could certainly see the results at a glance.

Lu Yu showed a thoughtful look, and then hesitated and said, "Li Molan?"

Hearing these three words, Chen Bufan's smile suddenly became a little brighter. (To be continued.) )