Gao Faceless's face is covered in colorful paint, and it is difficult to see the true face, but his voice is deep and ethereal, which is unforgettable.

Fu Hao was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that this high bamboo pole was still a master who could not be seen - to be able to make this kind of sound, either because he was extraordinary, or because he practiced strange sound skills.

Fu Hao then shook his head, he ignored a fact. For Gao Wumian, it may also be because he is too tall - he is far away.

Lu Siren snorted coldly again: "Our Four Holy Sects have never had much friendship with you, and now that you are making a move, are you going to tear your face and make us enemies?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Fu Hao heard Xu Daoren make a "tsk" sound.

Gao Wumian's face immediately changed to a surprised expression: "Of course not, I rescued this Li Xuan, in fact, I was entrusted by someone......" He stretched out his hand and threw out a piece of something like a token, and continued: "I hope that the Lu Sect Master will give face, in fact, Li Xuan didn't mean to offend you, young man, his heart is a little higher......"

Lu Siren reached out and took the token, and then looked contemplative.

Fu Hao used his eyes and finally saw the side of the token, which was painted with a snake-shaped mark.

Fu Hao recognized this mark at a glance, and in retrospect, he became acquainted with Geng Jian because of the organization represented by this mark, and at that time he just wanted to nibble on a chicken leg and take a nap......

The painting has three folds, the head of the dragon and the tail of the snake, and the jade mark gold body.

"Three-fold building?" Fu Hao said softly.

Seeing Lu Siren pondering, Li Xuan didn't care, but Gao Wumian spoke again: "How, just use this token in exchange for Li Xuan's opportunity to continue the competition." In his words, Gao Wumian seemed to be very sure.

Lu Siren pondered for a while, and then looked at Lin Zifeng beside him.

"In that case—" He waved his robe, and his figure rose again, returning to his seat.

"The sword contest continues. ”

Gao Wumian's expression at the moment changed to a happy smile again, he didn't say anything to Li Xuan, turned around and walked down the martial arts arena, it seemed that he came here just to block Lu Siren's palm, and then give a token.

Gao Wumian walked to a stone pillar, and the people around him hurriedly avoided it, for fear of offending this nine-rank powerhouse.

I heard that Gao Wumian has no sect and calls himself a scattered person, but the more scattered people are, the more fearful they are.

Generally, the master of the nine grades does not have the burden of the sect, and if he is tied by the sect, he will have scruples, and no matter how wanton he is, he must think twice;

From this aspect, it can also explain what kind of status the old man is now.

That is, I can you casually, even at your door, and you- are helpless......

However, Gao Wu didn't have much interest in the people around him, and the mask expression on his face didn't change anymore, just looking at the martial arts arena, as if he was very interested in the next competition.

Fu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and the hammer in his abyss slowly sank. He was ready, as long as this faceless man with a high bamboo pole dared to point at him and say half a word, the invisible hammer would unceremoniously smash the back of his head, ensuring that he would faint without the slightest pain.

As for whether he will burp or not, hehe, depends on his luck.

But now it seems that his luck was good, and his attention was drawn to the competition, and he didn't notice the people in the stands.

Lin Zifeng stepped down gloomily, he had already lost to Li Xuan, but the other party was Ling Yuan Bapin, and it was not too wrong.

Immediately, many junior disciples came up to help him, they naturally did not recognize Li Xuan, a villain who hid his true strength, in their hearts, Senior Brother Lin was always the first.

At this time, it happened that Bu became famous and came to power, and there was only one game left in the entire sword competition, which was the battle between Li Xuan and him.

The two passed by, and Lin Zifeng whispered: "Be careful, his exercises are weird!"

Bu was famously surprised, he had never talked to Lin Zifeng, but he didn't expect him to remind him kindly, and immediately replied: "Thank you." ”

Then the two separated again, Lin Zifeng walked to an open space and stood still, the sword competition did not distinguish the winner or loser, he would not leave to heal, and Bu Mingming stepped into the ring and faced Li Xuan.

In fact, when he learned that Li Xuan's real strength was eight grades, Gu Yuanzhi asked him about his plans.

Even if Shaolang's sword intent is extraordinary, even if Bu is famous for his deep internal strength, it is a seven-grade after all, and facing an eight-rank strong person is like facing a high mountain, which is insurmountable.

Ordinary people will definitely give up directly: this is still a hair, just pack up and go home......

But Bu is famous, his three major sword intent of Shaolang Sword has not yet been fully displayed, and the hexagram thunderbolt that promised Fu Hao to carry forward has not yet been used, although he has some fame, but it is not enough.

Ever since he comprehended the sword intent of treachery and the sword intent of breaking, Bu Mingming has been thinking about fusing the three sword intents into one furnace, and he has already had a preliminary eyebrow. And with the deepening of his comprehension of sword intent, Bu Mingming was also affected by sword intent.

That's it – waves.

Being a man is not a wave, just like a salted fish; practicing a sword is not a wave, it is not as good as a salted fish!

Bu Mingming has an idea, he wants to go to the real sea, in the stormy waves to practice swords, the best is higher than the huge waves of the mountains, the higher the waves, the better, the higher the waves, the fuller his sword intent!

Now, Li Xuan in the realm of the eighth rank is like a huge wave - for Bu Mingming, who is in the seventh grade, so in the face of Gu Yuanzhi's inquiry, he just replied with a smile.

"How can you be famous if you don't waste?"

Yes, Bu is famous, who was born to live for the Shaolang Sword, and only by constantly practicing his sword on the cusp of the storm is the real him and his swordsmanship.

Being able to pursue one's own kendo is undoubtedly an exciting thing, just like the mood of Bu Mingming, who is standing on the martial arts arena.

This final competition is the starting point of Bu Moulang!

Bu Ming's dantian's internal force began to operate naturally, he suppressed his excitement, and said to Li Xuan: "Don't let me down. ”

Li Xuan was looking up and down at Bu Mingming, although he was also a Ling Yuan Qipin, and he was destined to be defeated by his subordinates, but he had paid attention to Bu Ming's battle before, and he was very interested in the strange sword intent that Bu was famous for, which was more attractive than the "Green Dragon Introduction" and the "Golden Light Sword".

Just when Li Xuan was thinking about whether to rein in the realm and surrender directly without being famous, he suddenly heard a sentence: "Don't let me down." ”

"Huh?" Li Xuan suspected that he had misheard, he looked at Bu Mingming, and then found that the latter did not have the slightest comfort or fear, but his face was full of excitement.

Not only Li Xuan, but many onlookers also suspected that they had heard it wrong.

"Just now, it was the seventh-rank Bu who was famous and was provoking the eighth-grade Li Xuan?"

(End of chapter)