As soon as the words "Sima Your" came out, Yuan Hao was slightly surprised, and secretly thought: "That Sima friend worshiped under the Feiyun faction? The Feiyun faction has two friends, Wu and Ye, and Sima friend once said that he went to the Central Plains with other intentions, presumably the two of them tried to persuade him to join the faction. Thinking of this, he stared forward, saw Tianjizi smiling kindly at him, his attitude was bold and unpretentious, and he thought, "This old man Tianjizi is obviously not like a bad person, it is a good way to worship under his old man's door. 」

Yuan Hao rolled his eyes and noticed that everyone present looked at him, understanding that the matter was a foregone conclusion, and he could not refuse politely. He was so strong-hearted, and said with a smile: "Since that Sima friend is obligated to take over the important responsibility, how can the eldest husband run away in a fight and not accompany him to the end? 」

Master Yuanrong praised, "Okay, good spirit! It is worthy of being a disciple of our Emei faction, a manly husband, and he should be like this. 」

Yuan Rushi nodded with a smile and said, "Hao'er, if you can agree, that's naturally good. You go down first, and when the time comes, the teacher will let the disciple inform you. 」

Yuan Hao should claim that it was, bid farewell to the heads, glanced at Li Zhengzhi one last time out of the corner of his eye, and then walked out of the nunnery, walked back to the temple, and scrambled to explain the reason. They all rushed to face helplessness, with a look of "why are you looking for trouble". The two hurriedly returned to the other courtyard, and Yuan Hao sat on the ground, silently reciting the method of sitting and forgetting, extracting Dao Qi, and regulating internal breath.

After a while, a female disciple came to inform Yuan Hao, and they all rushed up the mountain first. The two of them were ready, climbed the road to the top of the mountain, before reaching the top, they could already hear the sound of boiling in their ears, spread high and far, the long stone steps under their feet shook faintly, the more they climbed the steps, the stronger the vibration became. When they reached the top of the mountain, they were greeted by an unprecedented lively scene.

I saw that in the shadow under the golden statue of Puluo Bodhisattva, dozens of Taishi chairs were arranged, and the heads of various sects and sects fell on the seats respectively, and the disciples of their respective sects were waiting behind them. Shaolin, Wudang, Lingyao, Wuba, Jueqian Pavilion and other famous heads are in the center of the golden statue, and the rest are sent to the left and right columns all the way to the outside. But seeing that Master Yuanru nodded slightly, there were male disciples of Emei who moved to the small table, and there were female disciples who served hot tea, and after a closer look, these people were all new disciples of the same age as Yuan Hao, their faces were embarrassed, their faces were slightly pale, cold sweat flowed, every move was scrupulous, after moving the table to serve tea, they simply gave a salute, turned around and fled.

Seeing that those Emei disciples slipped faster than they ran, Zhongxiong secretly felt funny, but no one dared to laugh out loud in front of them, for fear of cutting the face of other Emei factions.

Mrs. Yuanru looked up at the position of the sun, got up and took a few steps forward, clasped her fists and said loudly: "Friends have worked tirelessly this time, and Huiran has come to Mount Emei, and the poor nuns are grateful. All friends know that this youth conference is handled by the Emei faction. The Youth Conference is held every three years, and has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the location of each time is not the same, all of which are personally assigned by Wulu, but this time it is held in Mount Emei, causing many friends to have inconvenience in food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the poor nuns are ashamed, but please forgive me. 」

Countless people said in unison: "Mrs. Shi, this is nothing, this is nothing! There is no need to be so solemn, we dare not be able to explore Emei's demeanor." 」

Yuan Rushi said: "In this youth conference, the poor nuns are still young in the experience of participating in this year's competition, and their mood is impetuous, so they are inevitably afraid to go to the competition, for fear that one will hurt others if they are not careful, so it will hurt each other's harmony. Our Dao Alliance Five Tyrants thought about it and decided to find two junior disciples for your disciples and perform martial arts tricks, so that you can relieve your tense state of mind......" At this point, she looked at Yuan Hao and said, "Yuan Hao! 」

She then looked in the direction of the Feiyun Sect and said, "Nephew Sima Xian, I'm tired of coming out. There was no sound in the Feiyun Sect, and there was no joy or sorrow on everyone's faces, and only one person slowly walked out of the crowd. This person has a deep face, a tall nose, brown hair, and a touch of sadness and indifference in his eyes, but who is Sima Wuer?

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "He, he's from the Western Regions!"

Someone shook his head and replied, "It's really strange that the Feiyun Sect actually accepted a person from the Western Regions as an apprentice. 」

Someone else asked, "The martial law is superior! The martial law will agree to let the people of the Western Regions worship our Central Plains warriors as teachers?"

Some people disdainfully said, "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are warriors. 」

Yuan Hao walked out in response, and everyone saw that he was short, with a young face, a long sword on his back, and his body seemed to be not much different from the sword body, just like a little baby. They couldn't help but feel strange, wondering what the master thought, he actually sent a Western Regions person to compete with the little baby. Yuan Hao was full of suspicious glances from everyone, he had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, but when he thought that he had to use martial arts under the attention of the Martial Law Dao Alliance, it was like putting a steel knife on his neck, and he wanted to jump and move, as long as he made a wrong step, it was a wrong step. He swallowed lightly, looked in the direction of the Feiyun Sect, and pondered, "It seems that the Martial Butcher is not here. I felt a little sorry in my heart.

Yuan Hao and Sima Wuer came to Yuanru Shitai, and Yuanru Shitai said: "You must remember that I came to you this time to boost the momentum of the disciples. 」

The two of them clasped their fists and said in unison, "Yes. 」

Sima Wuer bowed his hand to Yuan Hao and said, "Brother Yuan, please!" Yuan Hao returned the salute and said, "Brother Sima, please!"

Seeing the two of them walk to the center of the golden statue, both sides drew their swords and retreated a few steps each. Although everyone still had a lot of complaints about this combination, but thinking that the two of them were going to use force, they inhaled deeply, their blood was surging, their hearts were throbbing, their palms were full of sweat, and they faintly shouted with joy.

Listen to Sima Wuer said, "Brother Yuan, you can attack it!"

Yuan Hao's eyes rolled and he smiled, "Okay, Brother Sima, be careful. The sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the green mangs of "Green Mangs in the Snow" burst out. The audience was surprised by a burst of cries. His mind moved, and with a snort, Qingmang tore the air forward, piercing out through the wind, and the sword body outlined a straight line with a faint halo, although it was fleeting, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Sima Wuer was also blinded by the brilliance of the "green mangs in the snow", and was slightly stunned, until the cold wind rushed towards him, so he hurriedly came back to his senses, drew his sword and hurriedly blocked it. When there was a loud sound, the blades struck each other, and the sparks lit up.

Sima Wuer was slower to draw his sword, and he worked his sword, and after a while, he felt that Yuan Hao's sword strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he came to his senses and said, "That's it, this Brother Yuan is too young, and his martial arts are naturally not higher than mine. Mrs. Shi said that the point is over, but I only need to compete with him, and I still have the best in my hands?"

Just as Sima Wuer's secretly happy thoughts came down, Yuan Hao saw the opportunity, suddenly lost his strength completely, took advantage of the situation to retreat a few steps, the long sword circled, and the momentum in the sword was fast and slow, and the changes were non-stop.

Sharp-eyed people can naturally see at a glance that it is the "Four Swords of Ashan" of the Emei faction.