In the Tianhua Palace, the first seat of the Eight Peaks sat on the platform, and the elders lined up beside them, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was almost solidified.

Zi Xuan opened his mouth and said: "The position of the head of each peak has always been held by the disciples of each peak, and selecting the first candidate of Qingzhu Peak from other peaks is probably going to lose the essence of Qingzhu Peak's exercises, which is a little inappropriate." ”

"Hehe, Senior Sister Zixuan's words are wrong, the first position is naturally the capable, in the past hundred years, Qingzhu Peak has been declining, and there are fewer and fewer disciples, and now with the daughter of Senior Brother Yi, there are only five people, and the qualifications are mediocre, and there is no very talent to create, if you can select a leader in the younger generation of the sect and serve as the first seat of the next Qingzhu Peak, you can sweep away the decadence of Qingzhu Peak, and carry forward Qingzhu Peak from now on. Ling Jiannan said with a smile.

Zizhu, who was among the elders, had a touch of anger on his face, and was about to stand up, but he was stopped by Yi Butong's eyes, so he had to give up, and the injustice in his eyes did not disappear at all.

Yi Butong had no expression on his face, he couldn't see what his mood was, and said in a slightly cold voice: "Senior Brother Ling, my first seat of Qingzhu Peak, it's not your turn to point fingers." Don't ask the dog to take the mouse and meddle in the business!"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Butong's expression froze, his robe was windless and automatic, and a strong aura of Haoran instantly appeared, wanting to break through the top of this Tianhua Palace.

The first seat of the crowd only felt suffocated, and hurriedly resisted with luck. The rank elder's strength was slightly inferior, and his body couldn't help but take two steps back.

The Throne of the Four Grades! Everyone was shocked!

The strength of the four-rank throne can be regarded as a medium level among the first seats, and I can't imagine that Yi Butong, who has always been low-key, actually has the strength of the four-grade throne!

"Why, because of his dull qualifications, Senior Brother Yi, who was given the word 'unpassable' by the first seat of Qingzhu Peak, also has the strength of the fourth-grade throne! However, demonstrating with the strength of the fourth-grade throne, it is still a little insufficient!" Hao Jianfeng said, the long sword on his waist did not move, but there was an invisible sword qi flying, and his momentum was only stronger than Yi Butong.

Yi Butong raised his eyebrows angrily, and said coldly: "It's enough to deal with you!"

Ling Jiannan immediately stood up and said proudly: "Then I will comprehend the power of Senior Brother Yi's Qinggang Decision, and see if you have improved in the past thirty years!"

Yi Butong stopped talking, took a step forward, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand. Thirty years ago, in the Nine Veins Martial Arts, Yi Butong was defeated by Ling Jiannan's sword with only one move.

At that time, everyone thought that Yi Butong was ordinary in appearance and dull in qualifications, while Ling Jiannan was extremely famous, known as a genius that Jian Feng had not encountered in a hundred years. Yi Butong was defeated by only one move, although it was unexpected by everyone and caused a sensation, but it was still defeated after all. Now Ling Jiannan laughed at what happened back then, and he naturally couldn't bear it.

Above the Tianhua Palace, the air suddenly seemed to freeze.

"Presumptuous!" shouted loudly, but it was the palm of the master Hua Qing who was rearranged on the seat, his long beard shook, his face was full of anger, and he said: "You two really can't be killed by my palm!"

As the head of the Jiuhua Sect, Hua Qing shouted angrily, Yi Butong and Ling Jiannan didn't dare not listen, and retreated.

"Senior Brother Boss, calm your anger!" Ling Jiannan said with a smile.

Yi Butong snorted coldly, sat back on the seat, and didn't look at Hua Qing more.

Hua Qing looked around at the heads of each peak and the elders, and the anger on his face was long before he retreated, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Yi." ”

It is easy to see and not squint, and does not answer.

Hua Qing looked at him, and then said: "Although what Senior Brother Ling said is missing, but Qingzhu Peak is declining day by day, everyone can see it, if you don't want to do something, I'm afraid it's ......."

Without waiting for Hua Qing to finish speaking, Yi Butong stood up, flicked his sleeves, floated down, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, if it is this Nine Veins Martial Arts, no disciple of my Qingzhu Peak will be among the top eight, and the candidate for the first seat of Qingzhu Peak will be left to the decision of Senior Brother Zhang."

Without waiting for everyone to react more, Yi Butong walked to the back hall, and Zizhu hurriedly followed.

......

Day by day, before I knew it, it was noon, and the disciples were waiting in the square, already impatient. Everyone was in a hurry, and suddenly heard a crisp bell.

Clang!

The sound of the bell came, echoing in the square and the vast sea of clouds, the sound was crisp, as if there was a kind of magic, which shocked people's spirits, and the originally noisy square suddenly quieted down.

Then he saw the first of the eight peaks floating down from the arch bridge, quite a bit of immortal style, Hua Qing stepped forward, looked around at all the disciples, and said loudly: "The competition is divided into four games at the same time, and the first or elder of each peak is the referee, and now, the Nine Veins will begin!"

As he spoke, he waved his robe, and the bell rang again, resounding through the sky. All the disciples were full of excitement and their blood was boiling.

Qin Yu looked at the dream of mercy, but saw that she was still as cold as frost, and she couldn't see any excitement, her blue skirt was lightly brushed, her long hair reached her waist, like a Nine Heavens Xuannu, getting out of the world, and not eating the fireworks of the world.

When he saw this, he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, until an elder shouted: "In the third field, Qingzhu Peak disciple Qin Yu, to Sword Peak disciple Chang Jian!"

Qin Yu woke up like a dream, and in the first round of four competitions, Qin Yu was the only one on the field in Qingzhuyuan. Yi Butong and Zizhu also came over.

Under the third high platform, more than 100 people gathered, most of them were disciples of Jianfeng, Yi Butong led everyone to the stage, and was overwhelmed by the crowd.

Qin Yu looked towards the high platform, but saw an old man in black sitting upright with his eyes closed, giving people a strange and eerie feeling, which was creepy, but it was the first seat of the Netherworld Cave, a ghost and a ghost.

Yi Qian'er whispered to Qin Yu: "That old man in black is the first ghost of the Netherworld Cave, the oldest one in the first of the Eight Peaks, and the martial arts he cultivates are the most weird, every time he is lucky, he must be surrounded by black mist, and he is extremely demonic, and his person is also unpredictable......

didn't wait for Yi Qian'er to finish speaking, but saw the old man in black suddenly open his eyes and look at Qin Yu and Yi Qian'er, his lips slightly separated, revealing two sharp teeth.

The two of them were shocked in their hearts, only to feel as if they were being stared at by ghosts, and their whole bodies were cold.

The ghost ghost smiled and said: "Hehe, little girl, although the martial arts cultivated by the Netherworld Cave are extremely evil, but I have justice in my heart, how can I say that it is evil." ”

After saying that, the ghost closed his eyes again, hiding in the black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Yi Qian'er Jiao. Panting and frightened, Qin Yu had a huge wave in his heart.

Since that day, Du Biwu taught Qin Yu to communicate with the sword spirit, that strong ferocious aura made Qin Yu still afraid, and he still had a grudge against the blood sword. And the words of the ghost of the right talent, although it sounded eerie, but to Qin Yu, it seemed like a heavenly sound.

If I have righteousness in my heart, how can I say evil things, and if I have benevolent thoughts in my heart, how can I say evil things!

Qin Yu was like a Bodhi empowerment, his heart was suddenly relieved, extremely happy, his hands clenched the sword body, and he suddenly felt extremely cordial, as if the water and milk were blended, and the true qi flowed in, unimpeded. The true qi is surging, and there are traces of sudden six-grade martial artists.

Qin Yu looked at the old man in black again, and there was a touch of respect from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, I suddenly heard a commotion among the disciples of Sword Peak, and then I saw a young man in white stepping on a long sword, flying up, his figure was very chic, and all the disciples of Sword Peak in the audience applauded.

Zhang Xinpi smiled and said: "Senior Brother Qin Yu, don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if you lose, and Senior Brother, I will definitely win glory for Qingzhu Peak." ”

Qin Yu didn't seem to hear it, and then glanced at Yi Butong, but heard Yi Butong say expressionlessly: "Just give full play to your strength, don't lose Qingzhu Peak's face." ”

"Yes, Master!"

Qin Yu nodded, and then jumped up and got on the high platform.

The ghost still closed his eyes and said indifferently: "The competition begins." ”