Seeing that Mo Xiaoke was about to make a move on Yun Qian, Han Lingbo stopped and said, "Ke'er, step down for me, you two are my Han Lingbo's proud disciples, how can you kill each other together?" ”

She swept her gaze to the other elders: "Disciples of your junior disciples, no one dares to stand up and share the worries of the pavilion master?" ”

After looking around, he found that no other disciple dared to make a move.

After all, without the signal of the master, they don't dare to make a move, if they lose, lose the face of the master, if they win, it is just to help Xuanyuan Changqing, it is not beneficial to their own master, and they have to bear the wind of defeat, thankless, who dares to take the work on themselves?

The four disciples of Xuanyuan Changqing are the ones who should stand up and avenge Xuanyuan Chun.

But among the four disciples of Xuanyuan Changqing, Yelu Qingyun and Zhou Xiaoyu have seen Yun Qian's strength, even if the two join forces, they may not necessarily take advantage, so they both endure and remain silent.

"Master, how can Qian Yun be regarded as your proud disciple? She killed Senior Brother Xuanyuan, she is the scum of Tianlei Pavilion, shouldn't this kind of person be dealt with by family law? As a senior brother, how can I sit idly by? ”

Mo Xiaoke was already disdainful of Yun Qian, but Yun Qian's move made Xu Mao lose the upper hand, in order to prove that Xu Mao was not as good as himself, he had to stand up and prove who was the head of the top ten disciples, and even earn face for his master Han Lingbo.

"Ke'er retreat, Jiang Chunjian, Yelu Qingyun and Zhou Xiaoyu under your second uncle haven't spoken yet, what are you anxious about?"

Han Lingbo sternly scolded Mo Xiaoke.

Mo Xiaoke's face instantly became indignant: "But ......"

After saying two words, he was stunned by Han Lingbo's eyes again, and stopped making a sound.

Yun Qian nodded gratefully at Han Lingbo, it's all this time, Han Lingbo is still helping herself speak, there are few people in the world, she is very grateful.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Chunjian, Yelu Qingyun, and Zhou Xiaoyu.

The expressions of the three were also different.

Jiang Chunjian looked disdainful, while Yelu Qingyun and Zhou Xiaoyu glanced at each other, a little frightened.

"It's good!" Jiang Chunjian got up and said lazily as if he had just woken up: "Senior brother was careless just now, and he suffered a loss, but I, Jiang Chunjian, will not!" ”

Xuanyuan Changqing saw Jiang Chunjian coming out, and nodded silently.

Xu Mao and Jiang Chunjian are both high-profile, but Xu Mao likes to hold up, and Jiang Chunjian is more ruthless and decisive.

The only difference is that Jiang Chunjian only has the strength of the middle stage of Jindan, and Xu Mao is the late stage of Jindan.

The Seven Great Masters sat on the seats, as if they were enjoying a ring match.

Yun Qian is a new disciple, and with the strength of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion, he disdains to besiege.

I also took this opportunity to test the true strength of the major personal disciples, which could be regarded as a temporary assessment, so that the seven masters could understand the strengths and weaknesses of their disciples.

There are only seven great masters in the main hall, eleven personal disciples, including Yun Qian, there are only eighteen people.

Yun Qian's gaze swept over everyone, she was thinking about how to break out of the encirclement, leave the Xuanxiao Palace, summon the spirit bird Huang Huang, and then escape.

"Qian Yun, do you dare to gamble with me?"

Jiang Chun's sword mouth was shocking, and he suddenly drew his sword and pointed at Yun Qian, his eyes were the fierce light of a gambler.

Gambling on your life?

There was an uproar in the hall, even Mo Xiaoke didn't dare to come directly.

Even if he has absolute confidence, he doesn't dare to play so exciting.

The eyes of the seven great grandmasters also lit up, and they came to the spirit.

The other nine pro-lineage disciples guessed.

"Xu Mao didn't take advantage of it, Jiang Chunjian, who is even weaker, is sending him to death!"

"That's not necessarily, Jiang Chunjian is more ruthless than Xu Mao, and he is better at swordsmanship, Qian Yun can only do swordsmanship, I'm afraid he will be suppressed by Jiang Chunjian......"

"Jiang Chunjian must have a magic weapon to win, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so big!"

"It's so exciting to play, I hope ...... Qian Yun ......"

"Shhhh......h

In the midst of a human voice, Yun Qian's face was expressionless, and he responded with a sneer: "What don't you dare to bet on?" How to bet? ”

Yun Qian didn't hesitate to fight?

This move is also unexpected, so I'm not afraid that Jiang Chunjian will set a trap?

Jiang Chunjian seemed to have already calculated, and did not pause at all: "Whoever gets the things on the other party's body first wins, including clothes and shoes." ”

"Good!" Yun replied lightly.

Yun Qian slowly took a few steps back, not flustered.

And Jiang Chunjian pulled out the Hanyuan Sword at his waist and slowly greeted Yunqian.

The Hanyuan Sword is snow-white all over, and the hilt of the sword is gray, looking like a dead tree in the ice and snow, lifeless and cold.

Just like his name, there is a sense of gloom and slaughter.

Among the personal disciples, Jiang Chunjian is the best in swordsmanship.

Although his strength is not the strongest, his swordsmanship must be second to none, and only the Seven Great Grandmasters can match him.

There were even a few elders who were not very interested in swordsmanship, and they were not even as good as Jiang Chunjian's superb experience of swordsmanship.

As soon as the battle broke out, the Han Yuan Sword in Jiang Chunjian's hand swiped on his fingers, and suddenly it turned around, forming a gorgeous sword flower, which arrived in front of Yun Qian's eyes in an instant.

"So fast, what a gorgeous swordsmanship!"

Yun Qian was almost hit, and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

Jiang Chunjian really came prepared, but he didn't give Yun Qian a chance at all, and the Hanyuan Sword in his hand was like a blooming firework, rolling in a steady stream.

The sword moves are sharp and dizzying.

It's hard to see just by looking at it, let alone taking a call.

Yun Qian felt very struggling, but he kept retreating and dodging, and he couldn't turn the attack at all.

"How big is the disparity? Jiang Chunjian really deserves to be a master of swordsmanship! ”

"As soon as the swordsman makes a move, he will know if there is one."

"Qian Yun doesn't seem to know swordsmanship at all, a bet without suspense!"

"It seems that the first disciple is none other than Jiang Chunjian!"

The disciples were amazed by Jiang Chunjian's swordsmanship and were convinced.

At the moment when Jiang Chunjian forced Yun Qian to the door of the main hall, there was no way to retreat.

The smile on Xuanyuan Changqing's face froze, and he shouted: "It's not good, this little slut wants to escape!" ”

Under Xuanyuan Changqing's sudden roar, everyone looked at Yun Qian in surprise.

Sure enough, Yun Qian flew back one by one, turned around and rose up towards the outside of the main hall.

"Quick, chase out!" Xuanyuan Changqing ordered Jiang Chunjian, a little anxious.

"What's the hurry, brother? Let her out, do you think she can escape? ”

Sima Hong was unhurried.

After all, this is the lair of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion: the Golden Dome of Xuanxiao Mountain.

Even if Yun Qian came out of the Xuanxiao Palace, there were still thousands of inner and outer disciples on the school ground, and there were also law enforcement disciples guarding the cards everywhere, she would not be able to escape no matter what.

The elders and personal disciples followed Yun Qian and Jiang Chunjian out of the Xuanxiao Palace.

I saw Yun Qian and Jiang Chunjian walking slightly with their feet, leaping over the heads of all the inner and outer disciples, and heading towards the stone ring on the school field.

"It's now!" The moment Yun Qian fell, he clenched the Mo Lin Sword with both hands, and shouted coquettishly: "Split Huashan vertically!" ”

That coquettish sound, the momentum is like a mountain!