Xihua said the first on the sword.

On the wide martial arts arena behind the main hall of Xihua Sect, there are four huge rings, one by one thick pine trees are set up and thick wooden boards are laid on the ring, the length and width of each ring reaches an astonishing fifty meters, under the haunting of the early morning mist, standing in front of the disciples who participated in the competition, which is the result of three months of hard work by Xihua Taizong.

In the middle of the ring, the eight sects of the sect were lined up, and after the disciples of each sect who participated in the sword competition arrived, the first round of lottery ceremony was carried out in line with the principle of fairness and justice and luck.

The signing of the first round of Yuncheng disciples was not satisfactory, except for Yunchen, none of the other disciples were the favorite candidates for the first place in this sword competition. Looking at the sign in his hand, Yunchen didn't know whether to be happy or sad, the eldest grandson curtain, whether it was 'the narrow road of the rival family' or 'not the rival family did not get together', Yunchen, who had not yet healed from his serious injury, was resolutely unwilling to meet such a strong opponent at the beginning, he suddenly found that he seemed to be very close to this eldest grandson curtain, and he was the first battle after every injury.

As soon as the first round of signing was announced, some people were happy and some were worried, some were more unlucky than Yunchen, such as the two female disciples of Tianqi Sect who participated in the sword discussion this time, Nishang and Red Rope, respectively, against Changsun Yuan, the chief disciple of Xihua Sect, and Huangpu Zhi, who ranked among the top three in strength of Nanli Sect.

Looking at Ni Shang with a bitter face, Yun Jing took Da Ling'er from Ni Shang, who came to Yun Chen's side early in the morning, and refused to pass, while kneading Da Ling'er in her hand and playing with it, she gave Ni Sheng a bad idea: "You can magnify Ling'er and bite him to death." ”

Yun Rong glanced at Yun Jing, "You pig brain, Da Ling'er is not allowed to come on stage." ”

Yun Jing, who was used to being scolded by Yun Rong, rolled her eyes and continued: "Then you sing to defeat him." Yun Jing swore that she would never want to listen to Ni Shang sing again, and under the infection of her singing, she didn't know why she was crying.

Yun Rong was just about to say something, Yun Chen, who was closing his eyes and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Yun Jing very seriously, it's not simple, the evil spirit finally knows how to use his brain, he rushed to say to Ni Sheng before Yun Rong spoke: "Yes, although Da Ling'er can't go on stage, but I've never heard that you can't sing in the competition, even if Changsun Yuan is close to the strength of the Sword Sect, whether he is a normal man or not, you definitely have a chance to defeat him when you sing." ”

What does it mean to be a normal man, the women were speechless, and they knew that Yunchen didn't have good words with one mouth, but they also knew that winning with odds was originally the only way for Yunchen to defeat the strong with the weak.

After Xihua Sect Leader Sun Ju announced the battle list, he began to talk about the rules of the next competition, most of the people who participated in the sword discussion were disciples of the sword master realm who could display their sword qi, and casualties in the fierce battle were inevitable, so Changsun Ju deliberately emphasized that if the strength of the two sides was too far apart, the weaker side had better take the initiative to admit defeat and avoid unnecessary casualties.

In fact, there is no need for him to explain, the elders of the sect have already explained to the disciples, after all, a swordsman against the sword master, the hope of winning is really slim, plus the Heze witch after the sword, it can be said that no one wants to see the disciples are too seriously injured, if Xihua is for the sake of 'fame', then Heze's witch is for 'life', whether the name is important or the fate is important, everyone knows it tacitly.

The eight sects in the northwest have a total of seventy-two disciples of each sect, and they will be disrupted to catch the test in pairs, in the first two rounds of seventy-two into thirty-six, thirty-six into eighteen, the disciples of the same sect will not meet, and there will be disciples of the same sect in the eighteenth into nine, and there will be a disciple in the final of the nine-in-four, and the bye disciple can challenge any of the top four disciples on the third day of determining the top four, and successfully advance to the top four, regardless of success or failure, the top nine in this sword competition will have rich rewards.

The first place is a low-level fire surnamed Earth Soldier Lieyang Sword, the second place is a heaven-level mid-level metal surnamed Yuan Beast Neidan, which is used to melt the soul of the sword, and the third place is that Yunchen has long been familiar with a kind of elixir, the White Jade Gujing Pill, but it is not one, but a bottle of six pills. It can be said that the items rewarded by the top three can be said to be equal to each other, and even for those disciples who are about to step into the realm of the Sword Sect, the Yuan Beast Inner Dan with the metal surname is even stronger than the Burning Sun Sword, even if the surname is not compatible, if it is taken to the Fang Market held by the Extreme Sect or the Divine Sect, it can be easily exchanged for the Inner Dan that suits them.

In the ring, at this moment, in addition to the eight sect masters, in order to show respect, two special envoys of the Divine Sect were also invited to the stage, and Yutai Yongjun condescendingly looked at the smiling clothes who had always been by Yunchen's side, and a layer of haze was already filled with a layer of haze on his handsome face.

Beside him is a white-faced bearded man who is the official envoy who urged the eight sects in the northwest to go to Heze to suppress witches, he is the uncle of Shantai Yongjun, Changfengzi, this sword saint who has lived in seclusion since coming to Xihuazong, why Shantai Yongjun came with him this time, it can be said that it is clear, he glanced at the neon clothes under the stage with a faint smile, and reminded Shantai Yongjun: "Red face is a disaster!"

Yutai Yongjun panicked, and hurriedly turned sideways and bowed his hand and whispered: "Yes!"

"However, only a woman at the level of calamity is worthy of our Divine Sect to pursue, I have to say, you are very discerning. ”

"Uncle Liao praised. "Yutai Yongjun has long been familiar with this uncle's habit of speaking, so it is not surprising.

"You are a disciple of the Divine Sect, don't lose the demeanor of a disciple of the Divine Sect for a woman here, you should know, after this, it will be Heze to suppress the witch, after arriving at the foot of Baiqi Mountain, half of the lives of these Xuanzong Taizong disciples are in the hands of the Sword Witch, and half are in our hands, but not in their own hands, do you understand what I mean?"

Chang Fengzi said that the clouds are light and light, but there is another layer of meaning in the words, but Yutai Yongjun understands, no matter who is below, as long as he goes to Heze, whoever he wants to die, who can't live.

Thinking of this, Yutai Yongjun pressed down the resentment that had been held in his chest all night.

A gong sounded, Xihua on the sword because of the subsequent Heze witch, officially started in a slightly solemn atmosphere, the first round of four fights began at the same time, when the referee who presided over the competition called out the names of the eight disciples who caught the competition in the first round one by one, unfortunately, there was Yunchen in the first round.

The four rings are lined up in an east-west direction, marked from east to west, with East One, East Two, West Two, and West One respectively. When Yunchen was about to walk to Donger's ring, Nishang grabbed him and said with a worried expression: "Bad guy, your injury..."

"Don't worry, if Sanjian can't defeat him, I'll admit defeat!" Yunchen replied very decisively, if it wasn't for pretending to be too much yesterday, it wouldn't be a big deal to admit defeat directly today, for him, personal reputation has never been taken to heart, but not now, he knows that many people are waiting to see his jokes, because it was he who arrogantly refused to postpone the competition yesterday, and even arranged him in the first round today, it was also deliberately done by someone to make him have no time to cultivate.

At the same time, in the place where the disciples of Xihua Sect are located, Changsun Quan is also telling Changsun Mu, who is preparing to go to the ring, Changsun Mu's strength ranks in the top three of Xihua Taizong, after the last time Fang City was defeated under Yunchen, not to mention that he was not convinced, even the elders of the entire Xihua Taizong did not believe it, they preferred to believe that Changsun Mu was underestimating the enemy, so at this moment Changsun Quan repeatedly admonished:" At the beginning, you launched the sword qi from a long distance to attack, and your yuan power is much deeper than that of the opponent who has just been promoted to the sword master, so you don't need to think about the problem of exhaustion of the yuan qi at all, try not to let him get close, so that the strange body speed in your mouth is not threatening. ”

The eldest grandson nodded and strode towards the Donger ring, if he couldn't even take Yunchen, who was seriously injured and had not healed, then he would have no face to mix in Xihuazong in the future, he knew that it was no coincidence that he faced Di Yunchen in the first round this time, but the master deliberately made a small move in the lottery, the purpose was to let him regain the face he had discarded in the Fang City, he always remembered that he had said that the word 'honest shame' was written with a sword, so Di Yunchen used a sword to let him know what 'honest shame' was, and today, he is bound to let Di Yunchen know what is called honest shame.

When Yunchen stepped into the ring, the eldest grandson curtain was already waiting on the stage, looking at Yunchen with an indifferent look with a touch of lunar eyes. Yun Chen's eyes first looked at the long sword in the waist of the eldest grandson, and said with a smile: "At this time and that time, I don't know if the low-level Xuanbing elder grandson brother can use it?"

The eldest grandson Mu never expected that Yunchen would reveal his scars as soon as they met without any grace, and suddenly the new hatred and old hatred were in his heart, and his eyebrows turned green, "Do you think that it will be great if you become a sword master?" ”

"Sword Master?" Yun Chen still smiled at the imposing Changsun Curtain, he glanced at the sword master logo on his shoulder, "Ah, speaking of which, I would like to thank Brother Changsun for losing to me five Golden Spirit Swords, allowing us to exchange for enough Pei Yuan Dan to have the opportunity to become a sword master before this sword discussion." Yunchen said and took off the Bai Ze sword from his waist with the sheath, and continued: "Since you said that you want to settle old accounts, I will give you this opportunity, I will use the mid-level Bai Ze sword to bet on your low-level Xuan soldiers, after the first battle, the loser will leave the sword light and get out, how about it?"

The audience followed the lively Liudao and the others who couldn't smile bitterly, Yunchen's guy is not ordinary insidious, but insidious habits, as long as there is a chance, he has to calculate people.

"This is a sword competition, don't mess around, if you're ready, you can start the competition now. An elder from the south who presided over the competition on the stage couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him.

It's just that both Yunchen and Changsun Mu ignored the existence of the referee at the moment, and Yunchen urged Changsun Mu, who was still hesitating: "Don't you dare? I'm a new sword master."

"Whoever says they don't dare, bet on it. "The eldest grandson finally made up his mind, besides, a low-level metal surnamed Xuanbing, betting on a mid-to-upper-level Bai Ze sword, no matter how you calculate it, you won't lose.

Yun Chen smiled, in the eyes of Yun Jing, the six neon clothes in the audience, Yun Chen's smiling face at the moment was even brighter than the rising sun on Xihua Mountain, they knew that his conspiracy had already succeeded half, as for the other half, if Yun Chen's injury did not affect his absolute speed, there would be no problem, sword master, in front of Yun Chen, who could Yin Death Yu Culture and Harmony, it was not enough to see at all.

(To be continued)