Half a month later.

Today is the Xuanyang Sect Sect Competition, this competition gathered many masters, the number of applicants for this competition alone has reached thousands of people, and the outer disciples are nearly 10,000 people, there are veteran disciples for several years in the competition, and there are also new disciples.

At this time, Xuanyang Mountain was unprecedentedly lively, and there were pieces of Xuanyang Sect disciples gathered everywhere.

Under a loud voice, the eyes of all the Xuanyang Sect disciples looked towards the top of Xuanyang Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there stood a man in white, with long hair fluttering, a handsome face, and a divine sword at his waist like an immortal, he was Yang Han, the deputy head of this Xuanyang Sect!

"I can't come in person because of something in charge this time, so I will preside over this sect competition today. After declaring the matters of this sect competition, the elders of the Elder Pavilion were assigned to arrange the competition to ensure the safety of the disciples in this competition.

"The Zongmen competition lasts for five days, the first four days are the top ten players competition, and the fifth day is the top three selections. Ye Yun heard the competition schedule read out by Deputy Head Yang, his eyes flickered, it is estimated that he will be very tired in the first four days, after all, there are more than 10,000 players to compete, how many people will be solved in four days, Ye Yun is excited when he thinks about it.

"With so many opponents, maybe there will really be a few very strong ones!" Ye Yun muttered excitedly, and Wang Jun and Yang Zhen on his side were also looking back and forth at the surrounding scene with indescribable excitement.

"Next, the first competition of the outer gate, please No. 1 Huayan and No. 5 Chen Guangdong!" On this side, the reading of the knockout round has begun, and dozens of martial arts arenas have begun to compete at the same time to eliminate disciples, and in these dozens of martial arts arenas, no less than ten rings have been placed in each martial arts arena.

In the blink of an eye, many people have been eliminated.

"No. 310 Ye Yun, No. 315 Dongyue Road, please come to the stage!" After a while, Ye Yun took the stage, and his opponent was also Dongyue Lu, a disciple of the Triple Qi Realm.

"Senior Brother Ye Yun, I have admired my name for a long time, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its name, in Xia Dongyue Road, please!" Dongyue Road is a well-mannered scholar, holding an iron fan in his hand, with a clerical atmosphere, and his appearance also gives people a sense of affinity.

Ye Yun clasped his hands into fists, also saluted, and responded: "Brother Dongyue has praised it, please!"

He doesn't talk nonsense, he sees the real chapter in his hand, since he has come to this ring, he is polite, and he still needs a happy battle!

"Come!"

The iron fan in Dongyue Lu's hand was stirred, and the pace under his feet was fierce, bullying him, wanting to take the lead in injuring Ye Yun, but he never thought that Ye Yun didn't even move, and pulled out the heavy sword Wufeng with his backhand, and hit it hard, attacking towards Dongyue Road.

Dongyue Lu's pupils shrank, and his body quickly regressed, if he insisted on continuing to attack Ye Yun just now, then he would also be seriously injured, and he would definitely not take advantage of it.

Ye Yun's face remained unchanged, and he still looked at Dongyue Lu with a smile, making Dongyue Lu only feel cautious and panicked, and he couldn't say anything about his grievances.

Dongyue Lu attacked again, this time his goal was to unload Ye Yun's heavy sword Wufeng and then knock him down.

Even if Ye Yun's murderous reputation is outside, Dongyue Lu has never seen any of Ye Yun's feats, so it is useless to know, and Dongyue Lu has never thought about how strong Ye Yun will be.

When he was smashed in the stomach by Ye Yun next, he realized how ridiculous his confidence was that he thought he could still win.

With a pop, Dongyue Lu fell to the ground, the pain in his abdomen was unbearable, and he curled up like a shrimp.

With just one punch, Ye Yun directly knocked Dongyue Lu, who was also a triple Qi Cultivation Realm, to the ground, and he had no strength to get up.

Most of the disciples in the audience were not surprised, after all, most of Ye Yun's strength disciples had seen it, so they didn't have the initial shock.

If Ye Yun was defeated, then they would be shocked!

But it's obviously unlikely.

"No. 310 Ye Yun is victorious!" a deacon shouted this sentence numbly, and continued to chant the disciples below, continuing to compete. The elders who were watching the game on the side also smiled slightly and praised Ye Yun's methods.

"The next No. 319 Yang Zhen, No. 323 Fan Wei!"

Next is Yang Zhen on the field, and his opponent is Fan Wei, a dual disciple of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

"Senior Brother Yang Zhen, you better admit defeat as soon as possible, otherwise I will make your loss ugly. Fan Wei had a rosacea nose and said contemptuously to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was not angry and laughed: "Fan Nose, are you embarrassed to say this? That defeat was given to you because Lao Tzu was injured, and this time I will beat you into a cripple!"

Yang Zhen also spoke very sharply, which did not make Fan Wei feel better at all.

"Yo, Yang Zhen, your kid is getting more and more bullish, isn't it just climbing up to Ye Yun! Wait for Lao Tzu to clean you up, and then let my Huaxian boss beat him into a waste!" Fan Wei didn't use his mind at all when he spoke, and his group of fox friends and dog friends were also shouting, looking like they were the only ones in the world.

Ye Yun sneered, these disciples were insulting themselves when they spoke, and then looking at the limping familiar figure in the distance, Ye Yun knew who sent these people, and it was Zhou An again!

After Zhou An was seriously injured by himself, after two months of rest and conditioning, although he had not recovered from his serious illness, he was able to get out of bed and walk, and his face was tightly wrapped, because Ye Yun's beating was indeed very serious, and the swelling had not completely subsided in these two months.

Yang Zhen listened to Fan Wei's words, couldn't help his little temper, and went up and yelled: "You little rabbit cub is looking for death!"

"The first move of the Flame Sword Technique is the sword style!" Yang Zhen went up and pulled out his sword, and used the Flame Sword Technique taught by Ye Yun to confront Fan Wei.

Fan Wei's nose moved, as if a pig was snoring, and he took out a big knife to meet it.

Bite!

The swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere, but Fan Wei never thought that Yang Zhen couldn't beat him a few months ago, and now he could stabilize himself in a sword.

"Yang Zhen, you have indeed improved a lot, which makes me a little surprised. As soon as Fan Wei's figure retreated, after seeing the difference in strength of the first move, he unceremoniously showed his housekeeping skills: "Nine Songs Killing Pig Knife Method!"

Jiuqu Pig Killing Knife ...... That's a strong name!

With a bang, Fan Wei's big knife seemed to turn into nine big knives, which was dazzling, this is the Jiuqu Pig Killing Knife Method!

Yang Zhen was very calm, and immediately cast the second type of the Flame Sword Technique!

The sword light flickered, and the sword body turned into a red line, blocking these nine big swords that seemed to be real and fake at an astonishing speed!

Jingle Bell!

"Open it for me!" After Yang Zhen blocked it, he directly used the Dan strength of his whole body, and the third style sword of the Flame Sword Technique swept all directions!

In the roar, the sword qi flew, and in Fan Wei's shocked gaze, he was directly hit by this sword technique, and his clothes were stabbed into a hornet's nest!