Shui Sheng slowly stood up with his rickety body, and the shocking aura of the world was up and down, making the Venerables and giants of all sects tremble, and they all looked at Shui Sheng, even Kong Cang's face changed slightly, staring at Shui Sheng, knowing that this powerful man who had lived for a long time was warning the monks outside the field not to move their minds, otherwise they would face his endless anger.

"This old immortal is so old and so powerful!" The Sealing Venerable's face calmed down, and he transmitted the sound of the Wanhua Venerable beside him.

"Don't worry, this old immortal is too old, there is a suspicion of returning to the light, this little miscellaneous talent is a demon, but the realm is too low, this time Tianxin was besieged by the Wu clan and the mysterious powerhouse, and the blood stained the sky, as long as it is determined that Tianxin does not exist in the world, this little miscellaneous is a bird that has not grown wings, and it can be trampled to death with a single kick!"

Shui Sheng squinted his eyes, he would transmit the sound and intercept this kind of great supernatural power, how could these Venerable evil thoughts not know, if the major sects and the giants of the Six Realms really dared to make a move, he would open the killing ring, and use the blood of the monks of each sect to make them remember that the people of the Tianxin Sect cannot be bullied, and whoever moves will be killed.

Motong stood beside Shui Sheng, looking at the edge of the martial arts arena, lazy and lazy Yang Xia, his eyes were complicated, his teeth were biting his lips, and his hands were gradually clenched........

Yang Xia didn't care what these giants and Venerable Ones thought, he only knew that it was good to enjoy the shade behind the big tree, as long as the Tianxin Sect existed for a day, these old immortals would have to consider the consequences if they wanted to deal with him, so they didn't worry at all, and they would do whatever they wanted.

"The next contestant is on the field!" In the corner of the martial arts arena, a giant spoke, letting the next contestant play.

"The next person to compete should be the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect contestants are about to play. The giant urged for a long time and had not seen the contestant play, his face sank, and the sound of the law was rolling, resounding here.

After hearing this, the major sects and the monks of the Six Realms all looked at the high platform of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but they saw an extremely embarrassing scene.

"Little bastard, don't you want me to pick your skin yet!" On the high platform of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a sect elder was furious, pointing to a little fat man beside him, holding the back of his head with both hands, and roared.

Besides, I can't deal with that chicken, and it's useless to go, so if you can't admit defeat, why bother to take it seriously. The little fat man shook his head, and yawned when he finished speaking.

"Even if you die, you will die in the martial arts arena, the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is arrogant, how can you be soft!" This Ten Thousand Swords Sect elder looked like an immortal eater, he lifted this slightly chubby disciple and threw it hard.

"You old immortal thing!" the little fat man's face turned pale, and his body involuntarily flew into the martial arts arena, and his mouth was angry and scolding.

There was laughter outside the arena, and this Ten Thousand Swords Sect giant had a dull face, his old face was flushed, and his angry body trembled slightly.

In the martial arts arena, Ji Wushuang came with steps, and a pair of cross-eyed people looked at this slightly chubby young man with bad intentions.

"I admit defeat! I surrender!" The disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect swallowed dryly, took a step back, glanced at Yang Xia who was sitting in the corner, waved his hand to admit defeat, and even the major sects and the monks of the Six Realms felt embarrassed, and they all cheered.

"Not all of your disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are arrogant, why are you so cowardly? Look at Yang Sansi, he is also cultivating the way of the sword, although he is not willing to die and is unyielding, but he also has a bit of backbone. Yang Xia shook his head, he originally planned to deal with this little fat man in person, but it can be seen that he was so thorough that he lost the interest in making a move.

"Arrogant bones can't be eaten, besides, it's not that I want to enter the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it's the sect that the old immortals forced me to enter, what to say that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is the first righteous sect in the world, after entering the sect, you can get rid of the demon guard, the sword red dust, you say, the man in the world who doesn't have a sword to ride the wind, between the demon world, the beauties are all embraced, and the dream of the consummation of ambition, I was fooled by the old immortal, and joined the Ten Thousand Swords Sect with this supreme dream. The little fat man said helplessly with a bitter face.

The little fat man's voice was very loud, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect stood up one after another, pointed at him and scolded angrily, telling him to shut up, even a few giants were eager to strangle the little fat man, his face was blue and white, and the major sects and the Six Realms laughed in a film, and the expressions on their faces were wonderful, I really couldn't understand why the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was also the most powerful sect in this world, why would they send this superb disciple to compete.

"The result?" Ji Wushuang shook his head, and lost his interest in making a move, sitting on the ground and chatting with the little fat man.

"The result is to prove that I think too much, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not the first righteous sect in the world, but the first old-fashioned sect in the world, the men in it are all like dead fathers and mothers, don't enter the living, women are beautiful, but they are spicy, and they will cut people at every turn, you see, this time this competition of other disciples who are old and immortal is not sent, but they sent me to die, how can my life be a miserable word!" The little fat man vomited bitterness, making his master's body tremble wildly, and he couldn't wait to enter the martial arts arena to beat this unsuccessful thing alive.

"Hey, let's go, let's go, look at your pitiful, let you go. Yang Xia shook his head, waved his hand, and let the little fat man go down.

"Thank you, my name is Yun Weishao, next time I come to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, I will invite you to drink. The little fat man Yun Wei was overjoyed, bowed his hand to Yang Xia, and turned around and wanted to leave.

"If you don't make a move, I'll kill you alive!" the little fat master roared, and the circle of thousands of miles trembled, causing many monks to cover their ears.

"Uh... What should I do? Otherwise, Lord Chicken, I will make a move once, and I can be regarded as having an explanation to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, how about it?" Yun Weishao's face was frightened, and he looked at Ji Wushuang as if asking for help.

"You can do it, I won't embarrass you. Ji Wushuang sat on the ground, waving his wings, with a casual attitude, he felt that what strength could such a cowardly fat man have, and it was a little big.

"Be careful! I can only cultivate this sword! A sword comes out, and the ghosts and gods are not left!" Yun Wei Shao took out a bamboo sword from the ring, the sword was three feet three inches long, as thin as bamboo chopsticks, he pointed at the long sword, brewed for a while, and stabbed out with a sword, the blue waves and tides surged, and the Taoist bamboo leaves fluttered, with thousands of artistic conceptions, and the delusion was pierced, so that the eyes of the major sects and the monks of the Six Realms outside the field widened, unbelievable, I really couldn't imagine that this little fat man was so powerful.

Ji Wushuang jumped up in shock, and before he could make a move, Yun Wei stabbed with a sword, as fast as Shenhua, and could not be resisted.

"Ahh

"This... I'm sorry, my Bihai Chaosheng Sword hasn't been cultivated yet, and my accuracy is a little poor. Yun Wei was embarrassed and spared his head.

Yang Xia was stunned when he watched from the sidelines, and after a while, he covered his mouth with his hand, and his body kept shaking, not only Yang Xia, but more than 100,000 monks in the stands were laughing after being shocked, and the sound shook the four fields, Young Master Yun Wei covered his face with his hands, and wailed in his heart, feeling that sending this unsuccessful little fat man to the field was the biggest mistake he had done in his life.

"Silence!" Kong Cang's face was pale, the corners of his mouth trembled, his eyes were also straight, he couldn't bear to look at this competition, sighed, and scolded loudly.

"You're laughing! Come again!" Ji Wushuang's buttocks hurt, and his chicken heart was even more overshadowed, and he stared at Yang Xia with cross-eyed eyes, and his god tattoo was added, and he wanted to fight with Yun Weishao.

"It's gone. Yun Weishao put away the accompanying bamboo sword and shook his head.

"Gone?" Ji Wushuang wondered.

"I said, I will use this sword, since I didn't defeat you, only let your butt hurt, then there is no possibility of winning, so, I did my best!" Yun Wei Shao turned around, walked off the stage without looking back, came to the outside of the martial arts arena, and bowed his hand to the monks in the stands, attracting the disdain and scolding of the mountains and tsunamis.

Ji Wushuang looked at Yun Weishao, who had already appeared outside the field, and the evil fire was rising, and he shouted aggrievedly: "Don't go! ”

Yun Wei Shao turned his head, stretched out a finger and shook it, and said with a wicked smile: "You treat me as a fool? and then come back and be beaten by you? I only believe in one wise saying in my life, that is safety first!"

"This kid is really a superb, I gave him the title of the first sword in safety, what do you think?" A demon cultivator from the Blood God Sect of the Three Sects of the Demon Gate couldn't get used to the old-fashioned old bull noses of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and gave the little fat man Yun Wei the title of the first sword of safety, making the monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect embarrassed.

"Haha, this title is good, safety first sword, if this son really becomes the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the future, he can change the name of the mountain gate, and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will be changed to the safety first sword sect, beautiful!" The rest of the people in the demon path applauded one after another, and followed suit.