After listening to Wuhou's narration, Ye Yun and Mickey were quite shocked in their hearts, but Ye Yun was shocked, more because Yao Yuting actually went to the Ten Thousand Races Genius Battlefield, and Mickey was shocked because of the dangerous Cheng Dù of the Ten Thousand Races Genius Battlefield.

"How could such a noble person, the proud daughter of heaven, go to such a terrible place. Mickey asked in disbelief.

Wu Hou let out a hearty laugh and said, "The two of you have been in the Heavenly Sword Academy for more than half a year, haven't you been outside the Heavenly Sword Academy yet?"

Hearing this, Ye Yun and Mickey glanced at each other, and both saw the expectation in each other's eyes, Ye Yun comprehended the Holy Soul Sword Technique and the Holy Dragon Technique in the Sword Comparison House, and sat for half a year, Mickey had been immersed in cultivation on weekdays because his strength was too low, so the two of them had time to go to the outside of the Heavenly Sword Courtyard.

"Let's go, I'll take you outside for a walk, there are some things that you will naturally understand?" After Wuhou said this, he turned around and left, Ye Yun and Mickey naturally followed, this is the first time that Ye Yun and Mickey have walked around the Sword Sect, the sword city, with a leisurely and elegant and relaxed mood after entering the Holy Sword Sect.

Under the leadership of Wu Hou, Ye Yun and Mickey spent half a day leaving footprints in one-tenth of the Holy Sword Sect, this is because the three of them are all sword cultivators, if they are ordinary people, it will take half a year to walk the place where the three of them have set foot, to say the least.

"Hey, why is that palace floating in the air?" When the three of them walked not far from the Sanqing Palace, they saw Mickey of the Sanqing Hall for the first time and exclaimed.

"This is the palace where the suzerain lives, called the Sanqing Palace, also known as the floating palace. Seeing Mickey's surprised look, Wuhou patiently explained in the tone of his brother, and in the past six months, Wuhou took care of Mickey.

"Senior Brother Ye, the sect master you met here in the first place?" staring at the Sanqing Hall with straight eyes, Mickey's eyes were full of little stars, and he thought, I don't know what the leader of the human race looks like?

Bypassing the Sanqing Palace, the three of them came to a square, this is the largest square of the Holy Sword Sect, which can accommodate up to one million people, at this time, tens of thousands of Qingpao disciples gathered in the center of the square, comparing and gesturing to talk about something, and in the middle of tens of thousands of disciples, there was a giant sword, the tip of the giant sword fell to the ground, the sword body was inserted into the sky, exuding a faint cyan light, and the sword body flashed with dense fonts.

Among the tens of thousands of disciples, a tall young man, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, exuding a trace of evil charm, he is Meng Feng, a disciple of the Wind Sword Academy of the Holy Sword Sect, as the son of the head of the Kunlun Sword Sect, in the years of the Holy Sword Sect, the arrogance of his youth has been smoothed out by the years, but although the former teenager has become a young man, the dashing momentum on his body still exists.

"Leng Yue, I haven't seen you for a few months, are you cultivating in the Huijian Academy?" Looking at the delicate shadow opposite, Meng Feng's expression looked a little confused, just because the girl who used to be a ghost and a fairy is now a budding rose.

Leng Yue, whose eyebrows were picturesque and her skin was like jade snow, withdrew her gaze from the giant sword, with a look of longing on her face, and said: "Being in the Holy Sword Sect, what else can I do besides practicing, I would rather switch places with the senior brother, let the senior brother come to the Holy Sword Sect to practice, and I will take care of the master." ”

Meng Feng remembered what had happened in Hongwu City, and couldn't help but feel a little lost, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Recently, I have heard from other disciples that the Heavenly Sword Academy has accepted two new disciples. ”

"It seems that these two people are not simple, they can become disciples of the Holy Sword Sect when the Holy Sword Sect does not accept disciples. Leng Yue was slightly surprised and said.

An imperceptible evil smile flashed at the corner of Meng Feng's mouth, and he said, "What is this, I heard that one of the two is named Ye Yun." ”

"What, Ye Yun?" The surprise on Leng Yue's face turned directly into shock, but after a while, she stared at Meng Feng for a long time, and finally said in a questioning tone, "Meng Feng, are you teasing me again?"

Meng Feng's expression was slightly sluggish, and he didn't know how to speak for a while, this news, he also listened to other disciples, saying this news at this moment, Meng Feng really wanted to tease Leng Yue, but he didn't suspect in his heart that Ye Yun, who had just joined the Heavenly Sword Academy, might be Ye Yun of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

Seeing that Meng Feng did not deny or quibble, Leng Yue's thoughts rolled, could it be that this Ye Yun was Senior Brother Ye? Thinking of this, Leng Yue shook her head slightly, feeling that her thoughts were a little naïve, even if Ye Yun woke up, but from the Kunlun Sword Sect to the Holy City of the Ten Thousand Races, it would also span half of the Dongyan Continent, not to mention, whether Ye Yun could reach the Holy City of the Ten Thousand Races with the strength of the Sword Spirit Realm, and how many young heroes of the Human Race had been rejected from the Holy Sword Sect during the time when the Holy Sword Sect did not accept disciples, and finally became a disciple of the Lingyun Sect.

Just when Meng Feng and Leng Yue fell silent, Ye Yun and the three of them were already standing in the crowd, and looked up at the giant sword body standing in the square, Wu Hou's expression was quite natural, and when Ye Yun and Mickey saw the font on the giant sword body, their hearts were full of shock.

According to the small print, the Holy Sword Sect will hold a sword competition for the disciples of the Three Academies in two months, and will screen out the disciples whose strength is ranked within 10,000 from nearly 500,000 disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, and then send them to the battlefield of geniuses of all races.

"Sword Competition, when was this news announced?" Mickey knew that his strength was low, and he couldn't get a good ranking in the Sword Competition for the disciples of the Third Academy, and he was disappointed.

Wu Hou patted Mickey on the shoulder and comforted: "You don't need to be frustrated, this information was announced ten years ago, due to the large number of disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, therefore, tens of thousands of disciples will gather here every day, and they will be happy to discuss the topic of the battlefield of geniuses of all races. ”

Hearing Wu Hou's comfort, although Mickey felt a little better, when he saw the ranking rewards of the sword competition, he couldn't help but feel depressed, and he was silent without saying a word.

"Senior Brother Wuhou, since the Sword Contest is still held in two months, why has Yao Yuting already entered the battlefield of the geniuses of all races?" After reading the announcement on the giant sword, Ye Yun frowned and said, since entering the Holy Sword Sect, almost all the things and things he has seen every day are inseparable from the sword, and he can use a giant sword that towers into the sky as a bulletin board, and the architectural style of the Holy Sword Sect is indeed matched with this sword city.

Glancing at Mickey, who bowed his head and was silent, Wuhou shook his head slightly, then turned towards Ye Yun and said, "Yao Yuting is the granddaughter of the sect master, so she will enter the Ten Thousand Clans Genius Battlefield in advance. ”

"Why?" Ye Yun didn't understand even more, should the granddaughter of the Holy Sword Sect Master be the first to enter the Ten Thousand Clans Genius Battlefield and risk her life?

Wuhou was silent for a moment and said, "No, just because she is the granddaughter of the sect master, although the sect master rarely walks around in the Holy Sword Sect on weekdays, he is extremely strict with his disciples, especially his closest relatives. ”

"Dearest?" Ye Yun raised his eyebrows, and immediately muttered, "Isn't the sect master afraid of losing his dearest, or does he not care about the life and death of his dearest?"

Zheng.

Just as Ye Yun was deep in thought, a deafening sword roar suddenly sounded in the square, and at the same time, a familiar burst of shouts from Ye Yun spread through the ears of every disciple present.

"Meng Feng, you rat junior, you are also a disciple of the Wind Sword Academy, every time I ask you to fight with the sword, why do you refuse again and again?"

Ye Yun was slightly surprised when he heard the sound, the person who was drinking was none other than Niu Liang, the blue-robed man who had embarrassed him in the Northern City, of course, Ye Yun was more surprised in his heart, because he heard Meng Feng's name, he had planned to go to the Wind Sword Academy and the Hui Sword Academy to look for Meng Feng and Leng Yue in a few days, but now listening to Niu Liang's loud shouting, Meng Feng seemed to be in the square now.

"Niu Liang, as an old mallet who has lived for five hundred years, and has been in the Holy Sword Sect for nearly three hundred years, don't you blush when you find a disciple who hasn't been in the Holy Sword Sect for ten years to fight with the sword?"

Among the disciples in the Wind Sword Academy, although Meng Feng's strength is in the bottom stream, his mouth is indeed extremely powerful, and he can often block the disciples who are looking for him to fight the sword with a word.

Sword fighting, is the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, the entertainment activities on weekdays, and the common competition in the Dongyan Continent is very different, roughly meaning that before the two disciples compete, many disciples who watched the battle took out the spirit stone and spirit grass they carried, betting on the two sword fighting disciples who loses and who wins, of course, for the sake of fairness, the strength of the two sword fighting disciples must be in the same realm, and in the process of sword fighting, they cannot show moves that can be seen through by others The accurate strength, if the eyes of the disciples watching the battle are vicious, they can suppress the winning disciples, the harvest is naturally quite good, to put it bluntly, sword fighting is another way for the disciples of the sect to get the cultivation resources。

"Milky boy, you get out of here, you and I are now strong in the same realm, and you must take the sword I sent out today. Niu Liang shouted angrily, picked up his sword, pushed away the crowd, and walked towards Meng Feng.

With the movement of Niu Liang's figure, in a moment, Ye Yun saw Meng Feng and Leng Yue, however, Ye Yun was not in a hurry to get together, he wanted to see how far the two junior brothers and sisters of the Kunlun Sword Sect had grown now, and whether they could deal with Niu Liang like a scoundrel.

"Niu Liang, aren't you difficult for a strong man?" Leng Yue raised her head, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she scolded Niu Liang.

Seeing a beautiful woman standing next to Meng Feng, Niu Liang's eyes immediately straightened, and he smiled sneeringly: "Kid Yanfu is not shallow, this is not the first time I have seen you standing with this slut." ”

"You old mallet, I'll take the sword. Although Meng Feng's temperament is good, he can't stand being insulted like this, and even if Niu Liang insults him in front of Leng Yue, even Leng Yue is insulted, is it tolerable or unbearable, even if he knows that he is not defeated by Niu Liang, Meng Feng will let it go.

"Good, good, good. Niu Liang burst into laughter, said three good words in a row, and then, looking around at the surrounding disciples, shouted: "Niu Liang and Meng Feng, disciples of the Wind Sword Academy, are both in the realm of the Sword King, and they are guaranteed to bet on a spirit stone, and there is no cap on it, one double." ”

When the cheers fell, Niu Liang felt that the scene was not popular enough, so he immediately added another sentence and shouted: "I, Niu Liang, have put a thousand spirit stones on myself." ”

"Sword fighter, how can you bet on yourself?"

"Sword fighting has lasted for thousands of years in the Holy Sword Sect, and there is no rule that sword fighters cannot bet on themselves. ”

"What, I heard you right, bet a thousand spirit stones?"

"Since Niu Liang is so confident, I bet a hundred spirit stones on Niu Liang. ”

"I'm betting on the ox to shine a thousand spirit stones. ”

"I bet on Meng Feng for ten spirit stones. ”

......

The tens of thousands of disciples in the square suddenly boiled and enthusiastically bet, but most of the disciples bet on Niu Liang, and there were less than twenty disciples who bet on Meng Feng, and most of these people had some communication with Meng Feng, not so much as betting, but sympathy, because the total amount they bet on did not even reach a hundred spirit stones.

"Niu Liang, bet a total of 50,000 spirit stones, and bet 20,000 people. ”

"Meng Feng, bet a total of fifty-five spirit stones, and bet on fifteen people. ”

Before the sword fight began, the disciples who had some fame in the Holy Sword Sect acted as intermediaries, and the disciple who shouted was also a disciple of the Wind Sword Academy, but this person was friendly with Niu Liang.

Looking at the disciples who were full of expectations one by one, Ye Yun thoughtfully, turned his head to look at Wu Hou, and said suspiciously: "Niu Liang has bet so many spirit stones over there, if Niu Liang wins, who will bear the spirit stones won by those bet disciples?"

Wuhou shook his head and said, "Of course, it's Meng Feng, the sword fighter. ”

Ye Yun was even more puzzled, and said, "Meng Feng doesn't have so many spirit stones?"

"This is even simpler, the cultivation resources that the Wind Sword Academy gives to Meng Feng every month will be divided among these disciples, month after month, until the fifty thousand spirit stones are repaid. Wuhou said.

Ye Yun couldn't believe his ears, this was simply a naked robbery, and it was above board, sword fighting was almost a scoundrel collective activity.

A moment later, just before Meng Feng and Niu Liang's sword fight officially began, a young man's voice shook the audience.

"I bet on Meng Feng, 200,000 spirit stones. ”