This drunkenness, two days have passed, and other sects have also arrived one after another, Haotian Sect, Xuantian Sect, Cloud Mountain, Hundred Flowers Valley, Medicine Sect, Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, plus Heavenly Sword Sect and Qingtian Pavilion, all eight sects have arrived.

The third day is here, and an appetizer in front of the Eight Sects will be served, the so-called Tianjiao party.

"Everyone in the Heavenly Sword Academy, gather in front of the courtyard, set off, go to Tianjiao Pavilion, cheer me up!"

Elder Nanyang was shouting again, one after another people came out of the attic, gathered in the front yard, more than a hundred people, and all came out in a blink of an eye, but there was still one person missing.

"What about Shen Ye?" Elder Nanyang looked at the young man with the broken arm, and the young man with the broken arm trembled for a while, and saluted Elder Nanyang respectfully.

"Elder, Shen Ye is still ...... Drunk. ”

"What, this evil obstacle, when is it, he is still drunk, Tianjiao party, does he want to be absent?" Elder Nanyang's face was angry, and he pointed at the young man with the broken arm and scolded for a while, and the young man with the broken arm looked innocent,

"Go, wake him up!"

"Elder...... Can't wake up. The young man with the broken arm hesitated for a while, but he didn't move, his face was ugly, wake up, he hadn't tried, but it was all in vain, Lin Xuan was really a little drunk, if he didn't have that strong smell of wine on his body, he would probably think that Lin Xuan was already a corpse.

"Bold!" Elder Nanyang shouted angrily, his hand shook, and he almost slapped the young man with the broken arm out of the air.

"Nanyang, forget it, if you are absent, you will be absent, Tianjiao gathering, it is not the Eight Sects Martial Arts, it is just for the disciples of all parties to meet below, the time is almost up, let's go first." ”

Elder Wenhe persuaded, Elder Nanyang's face sank, nodded, and took a deep look at the young man with a broken arm, the young man with a broken arm trembled, his face was full of innocence, who did he provoke?

Tianjiao Pavilion, a huge circular attic, pavilions, pavilions, jasper rubble, strange flowers and plants, a pool of water surrounds the entire Tianjiao Pavilion, and the people of the Tianjian Academy walked into it under the leadership of a disciple of the Qingtian Pavilion.

"Wen He, Xiong Shi, Nanyang, haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect that the Heavenly Sword Sect was actually led by you this time. ”

As soon as I walked in, there was a sound coming, and as far as I could see, it was a small attic, in the highest position, condescendingly, there were already more than a dozen people, most of them old men.

Elder Nanyang turned to look at the person behind him and said, "Tianjiao Pavilion has arrived, you can arrange it yourself, remember, don't make trouble, of course, if someone deliberately provokes, don't hold back, and fight the power of our Heavenly Sword Academy." ”

Everyone nodded in unison, Elder Nanyang frowned, then turned around, looked at the highest attic, a smile appeared on his face, and with a leap, he flew up with Xiong Shi and Wen He.

Everyone looked at them and looked around, and there were already many eyes swept towards them, all with solemn expressions.

In the Tianjiao Pavilion, it seems to be scattered, but in fact, it is also divided into several levels, the first level, a stone pavilion in the center, there are only four people in the pavilion, and the people in the pavilion talk and laugh, but it makes the people around dare not approach.

Motian, the big disciple of Yunwu Mountain, has purple hair, solidified, like a ball of purple ice, very weird.

Crying Zen Buddhism, dressed in simple linen clothes, sitting lightly, there is a far-reaching momentum like the sea, which makes people frightened.

Ye Jianshan, holding a sword, leaned on the stone pillar, closed his eyes, as if he was recuperating his spirits, and there was no trace of sword intent in his body, but no one dared to underestimate him, this was a terrifying swordsman.

Yu Tian, the senior brother of Qingtian Pavilion, was dressed in green clothes, with a smile on his face, waving a folding fan, and a jade Xiao hanging from his waist, with a chic temperament.

Bu Jingyu glanced at it, with an indifferent face, he walked over directly, entered the pavilion, and looked at Ye Jianshan, with a fighting intent rising in his eyes, Ye Jianshan opened his eyes, looked at him, and frowned slightly.

"Who are you?" Ye Jianshan said, Bu Jingyu was stunned, his face showed anger, and the other three were also stunned for a moment, Bu Jingyu, the big disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ye Jianshan actually didn't know him.

"Step shocking rain, it's been a few years, and when I see it today, your sword intent is stronger than before, I'm afraid I'm no longer your opponent. Yu Tian smiled faintly, resolving the embarrassment between the two.

"Yu Tian, in the battle of Heishui River five years ago, there was no winner or loser, this time, I will defeat you. Bu Jingyu said lightly, Yu Tian heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.

"Ye Jianshan, when it comes to swordsmanship, the world compares me to you, you and I are both swordsmen, and I will prove to the world that you are not as good as me. ”

"Hehe, is it?" Ye Jianshan also smiled, glanced at Bu Jingyu, his face was boring, and he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and the killing intent in Bu Jingyu's eyes flashed, and instantly converged.

"Step shocking rain, let me introduce, this is the crying Zen sect of Haotian Sect, the descendant of Haotian Ancestor, and the strongest genius who has risen in recent years. ”

"Crying Zen. Bu Jingyu looked at the simple young man who was sitting, stared at his eyebrows, there was a hint of war intent in his eyes, and the crying Zen sect seemed to be aware, looked at him, and nodded.

"The people from the Valley of Hundred Flowers are here. A voice rang out, followed by a whisper in the crowd, all of which were discussing.

At the door of Tianjiao Pavilion, a large group of women walked in, there were nearly two hundred people, fat and thin, all kinds of beauties, all kinds of appearances, some were sweet and lovely, some were sexy and charming, and some were as cold as icebergs, and they were dazzled for a while.

Hundred Flowers Valley, refers not only to flowers, but also to the female disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley, but also to be beauties, better than flowers, of course, it also makes people from other sects sigh for a while, in the face of this delicate beauty, how to do it, it is really a sin.

The three old women flew up, left the crowd, and landed on the attic at the top, and a stunning woman with a smile like a flower walked out of the crowd in the Valley of Hundred Flowers and stepped into the stone pavilion where Ye Jianshan and the others were.

"Little girl Caiwei, I've seen you. ”

The woman is like the moon, peerless, with a soft smile on her face, there is a peculiar temptation, the people in the pavilion look at her, frowning slightly, revealing a trace of vigilance, other than that, there is nothing else.

"Fairy Caiwei, senior sister of Baihua Valley, demon lotus spirit body, can communicate with demon lotus, I have heard of it for a long time. Yu Tian clenched his fists and said with a light smile.

"Hehe, it's all nonsense from the world, what kind of demon lotus spirit body, compared to you, it's just mundane. ”

"Fairy Caiwei laughed, the demon lotus spirit body, one of the five physiques of the Hundred Flowers Valley, is rare to see in a thousand years, if this is a mortal thing, then wouldn't a few of us be ashamed of ourselves. ”

Yu Tianzheng said, there was another commotion in the Tianjiao Pavilion, it was the arrival of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gate, a young man in black walked into the pavilion, very indifferent, glanced at the people in the pavilion, and walked directly to the side.

Ghost Gate!

Several people looked at him, a trace of surprise, a moment of silence, and finally asked everyone's doubts in the rain.

"Ghost Gate, I heard that you lost to a person named Kazuba, I don't know if it's true, who is that Kazuba?"

The ghost gate raised his head, looked at the few people in front of him, frowned, and said a sentence lightly, and everyone frowned.

"I'm defeated, not only me, but you're definitely not his opponent, he's too strong. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a pause in the stone pavilion.

(End of chapter)