Mu Linchun, who was dressed in a fiery red sable fur, did not go to the camp of the children of the Manchu clan, nor did he go to the children of the family background, but to a group of poor outer court disciples who were responsible for the miscellaneous work of the sect.

Those disciples of the poor sect, who were usually inferior in the sect, saw the arrival of Mu Linchun and Yueyao, and hurriedly gave up the two seats in the front row. Mu Linchun sat down generously and waited for the start of the conference with everyone.

His actions fell in the eyes of Mu Yougui, and the latter's eyes were full of contempt, but you Mu Linchun is also the son of the sect master, and you are a member of my Mu family, and you are willing to degenerate into the company of those poor people, which is really infuriating.

Compared with Mu Yougui, Mu Qingfeng, who has a good appearance and temperament, is much calmer, he turned his gaze to his second brother Mu Linchun, and showed him a smile; Mu Linchun seemed to be aware of it immediately, and actually smiled, looking extremely sincere and friendly. But his move made Mu Qingfeng stunned in his heart, because this second brother had never smiled at him like this before.

After a bell rang, the square was silent again, and more than twenty sect elders of different ages and costumes, under the leadership of the sect leader Mu Tianjun, walked to the position that had been prepared due north and sat down. Among them, the oldest was sixty or seventy years old, and the youngest was thirty or forty years old, and the middle-aged man in white and red robe sitting in the center was Mu Linchun's father, Mu Tianjun.

Mu Tianjun is tall and majestic, with an iron crown on top of his head, a pocket sword seven or eight inches long is inserted, and some white temples are like two waterfalls, revealing a palpitating momentum between Gu Pan.

On Mu Tianjun's right hand side, there is a middle-aged man who looks five or six points similar to him, who looks slightly younger, this person is his younger brother Mu Tianhua, who is also Mu Qingfeng's father, Mu Linchun's second uncle.

Mu Tianhua looked at the elders of the inner and outer courtyards on the left and right, as the most noble of the second generation of elders, he got up and strode onto the high platform, and after looking around, he said loudly: "This sect has gone through six generations since the Red Lotus Ancestor opened the mountain and founded the sect, and after each head of the sect steps into the Heavenly Dao, he needs to pass on the treasure of the sect to the next sect master heir; They are the disciples of the inner court: Mu Qingfeng, Han Guyun, Mu Youdao, Ye Jianying, and Yuan Mengxiong, and the disciples of the outer court: Luo Ningchuan, Ye Fanchen, Chu Xiutian, Chen Chufeng, and Leng Xiaofei. ”

When Mu Tianhua finished saying the names of these ten people, the audience boiled. Obviously, these ten people were all the best of the three generations of disciples of the Red Lotus Sword Sect, and they were recognized as the geniuses of the younger generation within the sect.

After a while, as soon as Mu Tianhua raised his hand, the audience immediately returned to quiet, only to hear him continue: "Next, let me talk about the rules of the competition, first the outer court disciples draw lots to select the opponents in the inner courtyard, after one round, and then select the strongest one from the eliminated five, and then conduct a six-in-three competition, and finally the top three will compete with each other, and the final winner can get the ownership of the Heavenly Sword." ”

Mu Tianhua paused, and then said: "Of course, the final winner may not be considered a complete victory, because any disciple of the sect can challenge him, and the second generation of the six sect masters of this sect is the second generation of sect masters who stand out from this last challenge...... Okay, without further ado, please invite the selected disciples of the outer courtyard to come to the stage to draw lots. ”

After finishing speaking, among the second-generation disciples of the Sword Sect, five outer courtyard disciples came out one after another, and one of them happened to be sitting next to Mu Linchun; Mu Linchun looked at the back of that person and asked Yue Yao beside him, "What is the name of this person?"

Yue Yao said: "His name is Luo Ningchuan, and he is said to be the number one master among the disciples of the outer court. ”

Mu Linchun nodded, and at this moment, he suddenly turned his gaze in a direction, and found that a sect disciple who was slightly older than him was looking at him, and when he met him with a gaze, that disciple still did not withdraw his gaze, but showed him a smile instead of a smile.

Yue Yao looked for Mu Linchun's gaze, and then whispered in his ear: "That person's name is Gao Taixu, young master, do you recognize him?"

Mu Linchun retracted his gaze, "I don't know, but this name is quite chic, too vain...... Hehe, the ambition is not small. ”

Yue Yao said: "Well, this person is usually silent, he doesn't talk to people much, he doesn't have any friends, and his family background doesn't seem to be very good, and I remember him because of his name." ”

The reason why Yue Yao is more familiar with these cold disciples is because she herself belongs to this group; she was brought into the sect by Mu Linsen at a very young age, and she has no family background to speak of, and she doesn't even know who her parents are; and all along, she is also responsible for taking care of Mu Linchun's daily life, and later under Mu Linchun's care, she is qualified to become an outer disciple. After Mu Linchun moved to Gu Yuantang, she, like those disciples of the Han Sect, helped the sect with daily chores while practicing martial arts.

Of course, most of the outer court disciples still have the ability to afford the food, clothing, and daily expenses in the sect. There are only a few disciples who practice martial arts while doing miscellaneous labor.

At this moment, all the outer disciples who came to the stage had already drawn lots, and some were happy and some were worried; those who were happy felt that they could deal with the opponent they had drawn; and those who were sad naturally felt that their opponent was too strong.

Not long after, Ye Dao, the great elder of the Red Leaf Pavilion who presided over the competition, walked on the high platform and said loudly: "In the first scene, Chen Chufeng of the outer courtyard faced Han Guyun of the inner courtyard. ”

After speaking, Ye Dao walked down the stone platform, came to stand next to a big bell not far away, and after the two people who were going to compete came to the stage, he repeated the precautions such as stopping at the point and not hurting people's lives, and then rang the big bell beside him.

Mu Linchun recognized Han Guyun, who was the son of Han Diaoyi, the Great Elder of Qingfeng Pavilion. This person's talent is good, because his father is an elder, his resources are naturally much better than ordinary disciples, so he has practiced sword heart since he was a child, and it is said that he has reached the peak of the Shenwu Realm, and he is one step away from advancing to the Xuan Realm.

As for Chen Chufeng, a disciple of the outer court who fought against Han Guyun, Mu Linchun didn't know the details.

Before the bell rang, the two people on the stage had already started to move. The two of them held the black ironwood sword that was used exclusively for the disciples in the sect to compete in martial arts, although it was not a real sword, but it was quite hard and strong, if it was in the hands of someone who passed through the Xuan Realm, it would be even more powerful than a real sword.

For a while, the black light flashed on the high platform, and the sword flower bloomed. Han Guyun, who was wearing a dark blue robe and a jade belt around his waist, had a cold face. He was in a very bad mood, his father Han Diaoyi went to Dongxuan with Mu Linchun to look for medicine, but he couldn't come back, it is said that he was killed by the people of the Demon Sect, how could he not teach him to be grief-stricken?

Although he has received all kinds of favors and favors from the sect master, he has not had a happy day in the nearly one month since Mu Linchun came back. At this moment, he integrated all the sadness and resentment in his heart into the sword in his hand, which invisibly exposed a murderous aura, which made Chen Chufeng, who was fighting against him, a little breathless.

Although Chen Chufeng was a disciple of the outer court, he practiced extremely diligently and diligently on weekdays, and he knew that his talent was not outstanding, so he could only fly first; when everyone else went to bed early, he often practiced swords against the moon under the night sky; when his fellow disciples and brothers had not yet gotten up, he had already danced before hearing the rooster's crow.

But when he learned that his opponent was Han Guyun, he was not timid, because among the so-called geniuses in the inner courtyard, which of them were not the children of the top of the sect? They were born with more resources than themselves, and they never worried about the trivial matters of life, and they practiced martial arts that their fathers had chosen for them, and in private, they would be taught by words and deeds that ordinary disciples could not know, which in itself was unfair.

Chen Chufeng represents many ordinary disciples in the sect who have no identity background like him, so he must not be defeated.

In the face of Han Guyun's murderous sword moves, the faster he fights, Chen Chufeng's face was expressionless, and the black wooden sword in his hand was not in a hurry, not arrogant or impatient, and his heart was even more unfazed;

Chen Chufeng looked at Han Guyun with a mocking face, and sneered in his heart, but the speed of the opponent's sword was still unabated, and after fighting more than twenty moves, he slowed down a little, and his expression became much more solemn. Chen Chufeng secretly thought, is this exhausting of strength? But he still didn't dare to be careless, so he had to deal with it carefully, not seeking to defeat the other party, but only seeking stability.

Han Guyun showed a trace of impatience on his face, but no matter how he changed his moves, Chen Chufeng was less offensive than defensive, and under his anxiety, he suddenly revealed a trace of extremely small flaws, although he was like a white horse passing through a gap, but he was firmly grasped by Chen Chufeng.

Chen Chufeng looked for the flaw, and stabbed Han Guyun under the armpit with a sword, and when he saw that he was about to be stabbed, a jet-black long sword suddenly pressed against his throat; Chen Chufeng's face changed drastically, and he didn't dare to move for half a minute, his eyes widened and looked at Han Guyun who was raising the corners of his mouth, and he was unwilling to say: "Han Guyun, you ......

Han Diaoyi has always been moody and angry, quite a city, as his son, Han Guyun has been exposed to it since he was a child, and his speculation about people's hearts is naturally not bad, how can he not know what Chen Chufeng thinks in his heart?

He smiled coldly, raised a foot and kicked Chen Chufeng off the high platform, and after a short silence, the disciples of the inner courtyard burst into cheers. It was only at this moment that Han Guyun could be regarded as letting out the haze in his heart. Immediately afterwards, he involuntarily glanced at Mu Linchun, with a hint of anger in his eyes, it was this waste that caused his father to die in a foreign land, even if I, Han Guyun, couldn't hide from the Heavenly Sword, I would be inseparable from you Mu Linchun in the future.

Mu Linchun, who had been silently paying attention to the battlefield, naturally caught the fleeting hatred in Han Guyun's eyes, but he looked calm. Regarding Han Diaoyi's death, he did not tell the truth, firstly, because he did not want the hearts of the Red Lotus Sword Sect to be separated, and secondly, because the time had not yet come, he was unwilling to deal with the person who was behind the scenes.

Ye Daoxing, the Great Elder of the Red Leaf Pavilion, shouted loudly at this time: "In the first game, Han Gu Yunsheng of the Inner Courtyard!"

After a burst of cheers, Ye Daoxing continued to say aloud: "In the second game, Mu Qingfeng in the inner courtyard is cold and cold in the outer courtyard!"

After speaking, the audience instantly fell silent.