The elders competed for the disciples at the table, and the disciples at the spectator table were also not calm.

Most of the disciples of Ming Jiantai were nervously adjusting their state.

Although they were not the first to enter the martial arts arena, the wait often made people more nervous.

In addition to the disciples of the Ming Sword Terrace, there are also many disciples from the outer building who are seated on the viewing seats, their eyes scan the surroundings, nominally they are coming with the masters, but in fact, most of them are here to see the excitement, such as the rumored No. 33 who knows 3,600 volumes of basic sword techniques, and there are also junior brothers and sisters who are eye-catching by the way, and it is uncertain to meet future Taoist companions.

At this moment, the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion led by Zhang Yuni and Zhou Ling climbed to the top of the peak and entered the battle platform.

The two teams are not very many, but they have attracted the attention of many people.

All eyes converged, looking at the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion one by one, secretly thinking in their hearts, which people might become their junior brothers and sisters, and which ones might shine on this big competition.

The front of the spectator seat.

Several disciples of Ming Jiantai sat around a young man, and one of them spoke, "Senior Brother Pu Xing, Senior Sister Zhang is here!"

Surrounded by everyone in the middle, it was Pu Xing who had just been released from the confinement house of Zhongxuanfeng.

Since the last time he asked Zhou Zheng and Han Ming of Ming Jiantai to suppress Chen Changan, he was directly defeated by him, and he never troubled Chen Changan afterwards.

It's not that he doesn't want to find trouble with Chen Changan, but he can't find it, because some rumors have reached his father's ears.

"yes, she's coming!"

Pu Xing's eyes fell on Zhang Yuni's body, and there was a look of admiration on his face, but the gaze under his eyes was a little complicated.

Although he didn't trouble Chen Changan, he didn't let go of the news about Chen Changan and Zhang Yuni.

For example, Chen Changan has only been taught once in the Guanxin Dojo!

Another example is that Chen Changan left the sect for a month not long after he joined the sect!

Even as soon as he came back, Zhang Yuni went to his residence to wait for him.

During the months of confinement, he wrote no less than ten letters to Zhang Yuni, but except for the first polite reply, the subsequent letters were like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

He was angry about it, but his anger didn't affect anything.

Zhang Yuni is the senior sister of Zhongxuanlou and the only disciple of the sect master of the Sword Pavilion, if she doesn't like herself, then she doesn't like it, and no one can force her.

But his anger didn't just stem from the fact that Senior Sister Zhang didn't seem to mean anything to him, but more because Senior Sister Zhang would treat that Chen Changan differently, and arranged for him to be in the Zhongpin Cave Mansion at the entrance, and he didn't receive punishment for his abandoned cultivation, and even went to find him as soon as he came back.

This made him unhappy at all.

"Senior Brother Pu Xing, aren't you going to say hello to Senior Sister Zhang?" A disciple of Ming Jiantai on the side looked at Pu Xingdao with some surprise.

In the past, when Senior Sister Zhang Yuni appeared, Senior Brother Pu Xing beside him would basically come forward to greet him as soon as possible, why did he sit motionless today?

Several other disciples beside Pu Xing also looked puzzled at the same time.

Pu Xing glanced faintly and said, "No need, she should be busy today, I won't trouble her." ”

After speaking, Pu Xing closed his eyes.

Several disciples beside him looked at each other, this was not like what Senior Brother Pu Xing would say.

They didn't notice that Pu Xing secretly clenched his palms.

With the arrival of the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion, there was a clear and melodious sound of bells from the depths of the Sword Pavilion.

The bell rang three times, symbolizing the beginning of the Sword Pavilion Competition.

All the disciples around the battle platform all had serious expressions on their faces, and they all set their eyes on the elder seat.

On the elder seat, the second elder Pu Songyang stood up from the begonia wooden seat, and his figure flashed and appeared in the void in the center of the battle platform.

Some old figures stood in the air, their faded gray elder robes fluttering in the wind, their gray hair swaying in the wind, but their eyes shining like stars.

Pu Songyang stood in the void, like a needle fixing the sea, calming the hearts of everyone present.

His gaze slowly swept to the disciples on the battle platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the 1001st Sword Pavilion of this sect, the sect master is not here, and this competition will be presided over by the old man!"

"The Sword Pavilion Competition, regardless of rank, life and death, only high and low, point to point, outstanding disciples will be directly arranged for promotion, as for the unsuccessful disciples, do not have to be discouraged, the way of cultivation is never a one-time ride, firm Dao heart, find your own path, then there will be a day to meet!"

Pu Songyang's eyes were calm, and he swept towards the people around the battle platform.

Many people didn't see the face of the Second Elder of the Sword Pavilion clearly, but they all heard his voice clearly.

The vicissitudes of life give people full strength.

"Let the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion start first, and choose the right opponent to fight on their own!"

Pu Songyang left a sentence, and then his figure flashed, disappeared out of thin air, and then returned to the begonia wooden seat in the center of the elder seat.

As soon as these words fell, those disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion who were preparing for battle at the battle viewing table were stunned, and their faces showed strange expressions, especially the few disciples of the Cultivation God Realm, and at the same time, they glanced at the other disciples who were weaker than them by a large realm.

"Senior Sister Zhang, isn't this a little unfair, if they choose our Spiritual Realm as their opponent, wouldn't they be crushed casually?"

As soon as he spoke, all the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion gathered their gazes.

Yes, if you choose your opponent by yourself, wouldn't you let those with a high realm choose a low realm to fight, so how can it be fair?

Zhang Yuni looked at everyone's eyes, her beautiful eyes glanced at her faintly, and said: "Didn't you hear what the second elder said clearly, choose your opponent by yourself, he didn't say that he would not let the selected disciples refuse, and remember, the big competition of the Sword Pavilion is mainly to show their own cultivation, if you choose a disciple with a low realm, how can the elders see the highlights of you, if you can't show enough excellence, then it is possible that the two disciples will go up, and none of them can be promoted to the Ming Sword Stage." ”

When the words fell, many of the disciples present were stunned.

Zhou Lingmei's eyes on one side moved slightly, and he walked out with snow-white thighs and said: "Senior Sister Zhang means that you will try your best to show your cultivation achievements and show your talents, if you perform well enough, then even if you lose, you can still be promoted to a disciple of Mingjiantai!"

"I see!"

"That's fair!"

"Yes, with the eyes of the elders, you can definitely see what is superior. ”

Those disciples who felt unfair immediately became stunned.

As for those disciples with higher realms, they were secretly happy in their hearts, but hearing this explanation was like pouring a basin of cold water on their heads.

"Just do your best!"

Zhang Yuni looked at these disciples, admonished, and then sat down on the front seat.

Although the Great Competition of the Sword Pavilion was very different from the competition of most cultivators in the outside world, it could even be said to be completely different.

However, it is jointly supervised by the elders of all parties in the Sword Pavilion, and if it is fair, this is definitely not inferior to any kind of competition.

"Which of you will play first?"

Zhou Ling looked at the group of male disciples behind him, blinked, and his red lips moved slightly.

The male disciples were slightly stunned, obviously a few people were willing to be the first birds, but after a few breaths of stalemate, a male disciple of the Spiritual Extreme Realm walked out.

"Senior Sister Zhou, I'll go up!"

The male disciple said to Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling nodded, patted him on the shoulder and said, "After going to the martial arts arena, report your name, and then you can choose a disciple from Senior Sister Zhang's disciples to fight, don't be nervous, just play hard!"

"Hmm!"

The male disciple looked at Zhou Ling's white palm on his shoulder, his face flushed slightly, and he replied firmly.

In the midst of the gaze of thousands of Dao, the male disciple walked from the aisle on the side of the viewing seat to the center of the sword martial arts arena.

Standing in the martial arts arena, he secretly puffed up a sigh of relief, bowed his hand slightly towards the elder seat, and then swept his gaze to the back and said, "Disciple of the Guanxin Pavilion Golden Hair, challenge Lu Qi." ”

Although he was a disciple led by Zhou Ling, he listened to the teachings in the Guanxin Dojo with the disciples led by Zhang Yuni on weekdays, so he still had some understanding of the other party's name and cultivation.

Behind Zhang Yuni, the disciple named Lu Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, then he stood up and said to Jinfa, "I should fight!"

As the words fell, his figure swept towards the martial arts arena.

Lu Qi stood ten feet away in front of the golden hair and said, "Please!"

The moment his words fell, the golden hair moved.

With a wave of his hand, a blue-yellow long sword burst out of the air.

A blue-yellow glow lit up.

The sword qi was fast and swift, and it came to the front of Lu Qi in an instant.

Lu Qi's face changed, it was obvious that he didn't expect the golden hair to shoot so quickly.

His figure stepped back, and a golden long sword appeared in front of him, and the long sword rose diagonally, slashing out a golden sword qi in the void, illuminating the martial arts arena and facing the green and yellow sword qi.

Bang!

The two sword qi collided, and a wave of qi swept in.

The golden-haired figure remained motionless, but Lu Qi took a step back.

Both of them are cultivators in the realm of Chengling, and they have comprehended the meaning of the Dao, so they should be evenly matched, but this time in the fight, Huang Jinfa won the first move, and Lu Qi hurriedly dealt with it, although he could deal with it, but the sword qi released for a while was a little weaker than Huang Jinfa's full strength.

In the next moment, the figure of the golden hair flashed, and the sword was drawn again.

Holding the blue and yellow sword in his hand, the sword moved with him, and the messy sword qi around his body went towards the landing.

"Grass Chopping Sword Technique!"

Lu Qi instantly recognized the move performed by the other party, and the next moment his long sword was raised, stagnating for a moment, and then slashing down heavily, and for a while, a sword qi that was more than three feet thick shot out towards the front.

The sword aura is like a mountain, and it can break through ten thousand laws!