Early the next morning.

From the guest room of Yingke Peak, many genius sword cultivators who came to participate in the Shushan Sword Debate came out one after another.

Until now, everyone has not been clear about the charter of the sword, and it is also a strange anecdote.

At this time, in the originally very empty venue, because these sword cultivators were slightly irritable and exchanged ears, it was actually a little crowded.

"When is it, Shushan hasn't announced the process of discussing the sword? Didn't even send out the list? ”

"That's it, this Shushan Sword Sect is too big, anyway, we are also from the sect, so we shouldn't be treated with such courtesy!"

"Well said, it's better for everyone to protest together and find the head of Shushan to theorize!"

A few sword cultivators thought that the matter was not big enough, and they began to take the lead in coaxing, this trouble didn't matter, the atmosphere seemed to be infectious, and began to brew and spread rapidly.

After a while, this group of sword cultivators finally couldn't help it and began to raise their arms and shout, asking the Shushan Sword Sect to give everyone an explanation.

Shen Ling was one of the few of these people who remained calm, only looking at them quietly from the rear, with a slight smile on his face, but his calm and unhurried attitude was out of place.

Regarding the Shushan sword, Shen Ling actually didn't have much interest.

The thousands of sword intents contained in the Forty-Nine Swords of the Ram have not been properly digested, so there is really no need to waste time on such a boring matter.

This trip to Shushan is only to gain knowledge, and by the way, to feel the customs and customs of Shushan, which is enough.

In short, it's important to participate, to beat soy sauce.

However, not everyone is as open-minded as Shen Ling, and most of them are keen on fame and fortune.

Among them, among the members of the South China Sea Sword Sect, there were those who did not like him.

The yellow-faced sword cultivator had already recognized him, and after gritting his teeth, he whispered to the tall and lazy browless man on the side:

"Senior brother, that handsome boy is the guy that the junior brothers met in the Drunken Immortal Building. At that time, he was with the inner disciple of Shushan, and the junior brother thought that this kid was also a disciple of Shushan, but he didn't expect it to be a person from the Heavenly Illusion Sect..."

"Heavenly Illusion Sect?" Eyebrow Sword Xiu slightly raised his interest, "That's the first sect in the world, and the identity is not simple..."

"Hey, senior brother, it's not that you don't know, the Heavenly Illusion Sect is famous for its magic cultivation and Danding technique, this sword cultivation..."

The yellow-faced sword cultivator stretched out a little finger and sneered mockingly.

Eyebrow Sword Cultivator sneered, "You don't mention it, I forgot, the Heavenly Illusion Sect does have a Sword Pavilion, and it has only been established for twenty years, so it is not a topic." ”

"Senior brother, why don't we give him some color this time, and step on the first sect in the world by the way, how about it?"

Hearing this, the eyebrowless sword cultivator's eyes lit up, and he immediately cheered up.

"Hmm... Crush the world's first sect on the soles of your feet, think about it... Hey... What are you waiting for, come with me! ”

The Eyebrow Sword Cultivator tilted his head, walked out of the footsteps of no one in his eyes, and led the junior brothers to Shen Ling's face.

"This kid is so tall, he's on par with me..."

Eyebrow Sword Cultivator was surprised for a moment, and then grinned:

"Brother, from the Heavenly Illusion Sect?"

Shen Ling glanced at the yellow-faced sword cultivator, and suddenly his heart was like a mirror, and he replied indifferently:

"That's right, I'm a disciple of the Sword Pavilion of the Heavenly Illusion Sect, and you're looking for me?"

"It's nothing, anyway, the people in Shushan are not here, and they want to talk to you..."

Shen Ling smiled indifferently, "Please forgive me for not being so interested." ”

The eyebrowless sword cultivator's eyes widened, showing a fierce and vicious appearance:

"What, you're scared? Doesn't the Heavenly Illusion Sect claim to be the number one sect in the world? Why are the disciples of the sect so cowardly as rats? ”

On one side, the yellow-faced sword cultivator also took the opportunity to arch the fire:

"It's okay for the Heavenly Illusion Sect to play tricks and alchemy, sword cultivation, it can't be on the table, so it's better to roll up and roll back as soon as possible..."

Shen Ling had long been forged into a "hundred poisons do not invade", and a mere provocation naturally could not disturb the Dao heart, and he said calmly:

"I was invited by Shushan, you don't seem to have the right to decide whether I want to stay or go, right? The South China Sea Sword Sect is also a famous sword cultivation school, and it stands to reason that there should be a famous sect, but it seems that you are still far behind, don't insult the reputation of the sect..."

Shen Ling didn't have a dirty word in his words, but he was heart-wrenching, which made Wumei Jian Xiu's face blush and white for a while, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

The yellow-faced sword cultivator was anxious to find his way back and fanned the flames on the side:

"Senior brother, how dare he, a little sword cultivator who has not yet reached the Enlightenment Realm, shout in front of you? Although the Heavenly Illusion Sect has a great reputation, our South China Sea Sword Sect is not a vegetarian, so we can't let him take advantage of the prestige! ”

Eyebrow Sword Cultivation sounded a little reasonable, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, you give it to me, you must beat him until he is convinced."

“... I? This... Senior brother, you are the favorite to defend the title of Shushan Sword Debate, this opportunity to perform should be given to you..."The yellow-faced sword cultivator laughed again and again.

"As you said just now, he is an inferior sword cultivator in the foundation building period, senior brother, I entered the fusion period early, and it is a loss of identity to fight with him, so..."

Under the forced gaze of the eyebrow sword cultivator, the yellow-faced sword cultivator had no choice but to admit it, and after answering, he drew out the spirit sword.

"Boy, come on, let you see the power of the South China Sea swordsmanship!"

Who knows, Shen Ling disdainfully, glanced at the little junior brother who was watching not far away, and suddenly came to his heart:

"Wait, I really don't want to fight with the people of the South China Sea Sword Sect, if you want to experience the strength of the Heavenly Illusion Sect, go to my junior brother, I think he is more interested than me to try your Excellency's high skills."

The yellow-faced sword cultivator looked at it with his nervous gaze, and it happened to meet Ye Bufan's empty eyes, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart.

"Senior brother, that kid is also in the Enlightenment Realm, seeing that he is thin and weak, he must not be able to pass a few tricks under you, go with confidence, senior brother, I will cheer you up behind my back." The Eyebrow Sword Cultivation Secret Sound Dao.

The yellow-faced sword cultivator nodded, and walked up to Ye Bufan with his sword.

At this time, the sword cultivators who participated in the Shushan Sword Debate saw that there was a good show, and they stepped forward one after another and surrounded the two.

Originally, Ye Bufan was gloating, ready to see the senior brother deflated, but he didn't expect this disaster to lead to his head so quickly.

To say that these people from the South China Sea Sword Sect are too brainless...

"What are you going to do?" Ye Bufan asked knowingly.

"Little brat, do you see Grandpa's eyes rushing like this?" The yellow-faced sword cultivator was not polite at all, and deliberately provoked the other party, "The famous Heavenly Illusion Sect is so hungry that he is willing to accept you as a little beggar as an apprentice?" ”

A little beggar immediately aroused Ye Bufan's monstrous killing intent!

For the Chosen Son, who has suffered from eighteen years of wandering, it is equivalent to the reverse scale of the dragon, whoever moves will die!

"Hum..."

The spirit sword was unsheathed, and Ye Bufan's wolf eyes forced out a trace of cold light!

The yellow-faced sword cultivator was so frightened by this domineering aura that inadvertently leaked that he took a step back.

"You... Why are you staring at me like this? ”

"Listen carefully, next, I'm going to cut off one of your ears as the price for your anger at me!"

The Chosen Son's Yuan Shen trembled, and the Innate Sword Domain had been triggered!

"Grass, it's first... Innate..."

Before the yellow-faced sword cultivator finished speaking, the sword light flashed in front of him!