Ye Qingshan and Zhuge Wuchang turned their heads to look, and as soon as Sima Yuan's eyes were raised, their bodies were shocked, and there seemed to be a trace of horror in their eyes.

Floating in the air is none other than the representatives of the six factions of Qinghong, once there is any change here, it must be a great change in the sects behind them.

There seemed to be a commotion coming from both sides of the Xuanxia Palace and the Spirit Beast Pavilion, which seemed to be angry, and even more angry.

Sima Yuan was slightly surprised, Ye Qingshan also frowned, and after a while, there seemed to be a faint word.

She said in a deep voice, "The Spirit Beast Pavilion wants to calm the people, but the Xuan Netherworld Palace wants it to hand over Lin Zhongquan. ”

Zhuge Wuchang smiled, "There is a good show to watch."

After a while, a majestic word suddenly came from above, "Wang Daoyou doesn't think that this is Tang's rudeness?"

More than 100 people below looked horrified, sensing the strength of the momentum above.

Sima Yuan raised his head, and a solemn and solemn words sounded in his ears, "The Tang Palace Lord has made trouble to the Spirit Beast Pavilion."

He glanced at Zhuge Impermanence on his side, and after a moment of silence, "I don't know how this matter will end."

Ye Qingshan's cold eyes flashed, "In front of the Lord of the Xuanyuan Palace, how dare the Spirit Beast Pavilion slacken." ”

Sima Yuan bowed his head and said, "What Senior Sister Ye said is reasonable, it seems that the true disciple of the Spirit Beast Pavilion should have a little bit of flesh and skin." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a cold snort from above, and Sima Yuan and the others raised their eyes, and a ray of light burst through the air.

Under the frightened look of the person named Lin Zhongquan, Huo Ran struck.

With a bang, Lin Zhongquan exploded with a bang, becoming minced meat all over the ground.

The audience was in an uproar and was frightened.

Sima Yuan and the others' pupils shrank, their whole bodies tightened, and after looking at each other, they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

After a long time, Zhuge Wuchang muttered to himself, "If you don't enter the golden pill, life and death are not up to you." ”

Sima Yuan and the others were silent.

A cold voice sounded, "The conference continues for the tenth session."

Everyone on the green platform woke up one after another, and gasped heavily.

After a while, a hearty laugh sounded in Qingtai, "The Martial Saint Sect is willing to meet with the Zixiao Sect Zhuge Impermanence for a while!"

The eyes of all the factions gathered on the Zixiao faction, Zhuge Wuchang smiled slightly, and walked out, quite a sage.

There is no shortage of people secretly praised, "The Zixiao faction is inclusive, the lake is inclusive, there are not only sword immortal Taoist friends who can get a glimpse of the style of the sword, but also the profound and profound Taoist power, and there are also talisman bosses, spirit array grandmasters and pill holy hands, as well as the existence of the law of Confucianism and Taoism, it is really the best choice for us and the sheep intestine path!"

In the buzzing sound of bees and butterflies, Zhuge Impermanence and the Martial Saint Sect Zongzi clasped their fists and saluted, and they fought solemnly.

Under Sima Yuan's gaze, he saw Zhuge impermanence Confucian robe and robe, fluttering in the wind, elegant and upright.

On the other side, Zongzi smiled, and the eight-foot-tall physique roared over, and he was wrapped in a sharp edge and slammed into it with a punch.

Zhuge Wuchang's expression was flat, and the feather fan blocked it, and it exploded with a bang.

The figure flew upside down for several feet without hindrance, and landed calmly.

Everyone applauded in unison, "Beautiful!"

Zhuge Wuchang smiled impermanently, quite like a gentleman of Confucianism.

Sima Yuan's eyelids jumped, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Zong Zi grinned, "Zhuge Daoyou, be careful. ”

The Zixiao faction and the Martial Saint Sect have always been good friends, and the true legends of the two factions occasionally meet to say hello, and the sect and Zhuge Wuchang have long known each other.

Zhuge Wuchang said with a smile, "Sect friends can do it."

Zong Zi's body was shocked, and an incomparable qi machine burst out, and the strong and strong qi and blood qi were like substance, and everyone immediately retreated in unison in surprise.

Even if he was as strong as Sima Yuan, he couldn't help but squint slightly.

He nodded his head, "The Daoists of the Martial Saint Sect are indeed superior in the way of body refining. ”

Ye Qingshan looked at it intently, her cold gaze seemed to be solemn, "This sect fellow is suspected of taking the 'domineering' path. ”

Sima Yuan's eyes froze, and he saw a domineering momentum spread out from the top of the sect, like a world-famous martial god, standing incomparable.

Zhuge Wuchang's expression was solemn, and the feather fan in his hand disappeared, replaced by a silver-white three-foot Qingfeng.

Zong Zi laughed loudly, "Zhuge Daoyou should have taken out the sword a long time ago."

As soon as the words fell, his figure shot out, heading straight for Zhuge Impermanence.

Zhuge Wuchang's pupils shrank, and the sword in his hand immediately slashed forward.

With a bang, the sword exploded, and the figure vomited blood and flew upside down, falling into the Zixiao camp.

Zongzi's eyes were stunned, as if he looked incredulous.

The crowd on the field was also in an uproar.

Sima Yuan and the others were quick to move, and when they saw the figures of Xiao Yan and the three of them getting out of the way, they wanted to make Zhuge impermanence fall, so he quickly stepped forward to hold them up.

After Zhuge Wuchang stood firm, he calmed the backlash blood in his chest, and said in a deep voice with his fists at Zongzi, "Sect Daoist friends are extraordinary, and Impermanence is willing to bow down." ”

The corners of Zongzi's mouth twitched, and after muttering a few words, he returned to the camp of the Martial Saint Sect after giving up his hands perfunctorily.

Sima Yuan frowned slightly, and when he straightened Zhuge Impermanence, he vaguely probed the mana in the other party's body.

The majesty is still the same, without the slightest loss, and there is no major problem.

Zhuge Wuchang turned his head to look at Sima Yuan, and then quickly looked away.

Sima Yuan's heart was shocked, as if he had an understanding.

Later, when Sima Yuan, Ye Qingshan and others secretly transmitted the news, several battles had already been fought in the field.

For example, the Imperial Sword Gate vs. the Phantom Dream Xuan, the Spirit Beast Pavilion vs. the Imperial Sword Gate, and the Zixiao Sect fought the Spirit Beast Pavilion again.

It wasn't until He Jun of the Imperial Sword Sect faced Lu Dao of the Martial Saint Sect that Sima Yuan raised his eyes.

The flying sword roared past in the field, and Lu Dao on the opposite side was as steady as Mount Tai, standing still.

He Jun's face was calm, and after a few temptations, he withdrew the flying sword.

Lu Dao frowned slightly, and when he was hesitating whether to attack, there seemed to be a sound of rapid breaking through the air in his ears.

"Be careful!"

saw He Jun on the other side lightly throw out a small sword with blazing light.

The small sword is no more than a finger wide, no more than an inch long, and it is portable in the blink of an eye.

A life-and-death crisis suddenly shrouded him, and Lu Dao's face changed greatly.

It was only at this time that He Junfang exerted all his strength.

Oh, with a bang, Lu Dao fell to the ground in a muffled snort.

Where he stood, a small sword buzzed, and the sword qi rippled.

Everyone gasped, their eyes shocked.

Lu Daonai was a foundation-building pinnacle existence, but he was defeated by He Jun's sword, and his strength was as high as a half-step golden pill!

Zhuge Wuchang and Ye Qingshan turned their heads to look at Sima Yuan in unison, revealing an inquiring look.

After Sima Yuan was silent for a while, he said slowly, "Five-five."

Zhuge Wuchang nodded slowly, Ye Qingshan's cold eyes moved, and he said, "Be careful."

Sooner or later, Sima Yuan will have to confront him and understand the meaning of the other party.

He bowed his head slightly, and his mind kept thinking about how to use his sword when he met this person.

Suddenly, a cold word came down again, "Half an hour later, the second round of the conference will be held!"

The disciples of the six sects solemnly proclaimed, cross-kneeling pranayama.

The second round is a battle between the winners of the first round, and they will be the best of the six factions of Qinghong.

In the meantime, though, there was a small episode.

Even those who have won the factions can also participate, and they can take the initiative to challenge the winners of the six factions.

But in previous years, it has been rare for elites of all factions to fight provocateurs again, unless they harbor great hatred or great entanglement.

At this time, a figure fell in the middle of the field, pointing at Sima Yuan of the Zixiao Sect.

The person said in a deep voice, "Ning Bi Palace Wei Yang asks Zixiao to send Sima Daoyou for advice."

Sima Yuan squinted slightly, looked in the direction of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, and after sneering lightly, his figure suddenly came out.

Wei Yang clasped his fists and saluted, and said in a low voice, "I have to do it, and I hope that Sima Daoyou will not take it to heart." ”

Sima Yuan bowed his head lightly, "Wei Daoyou, let's make a move."

As soon as Wei Yang's momentum opened, there seemed to be a beast's roar in his ears that spread all over the world.

Sima Yuan's sleeves and robes flicked out, and his strength came out.

Wei Yang's expression changed greatly, and a colorful giant tiger suddenly appeared on his side, his bloody mouth suddenly opened, and his eyes roared towards Sima Yuan with cold eyes.

With a bang, the giant tiger fell to the ground with a wail, and Wei Yang ptysed up blood and retreated.

The crowd was in an uproar again, their eyes shocked with shock.

"The pinnacle of the foundation building is difficult to match the power of this Zixiao True Inheritance's blow, how strong is this person?"

Someone looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "Looking at its mana, it seems to be the pinnacle of foundation building, but this person has a sword path and is full of sword yuan, which can be used as a half-step golden pill!"

Someone from the Spirit Beast Pavilion whispered, "It is indeed the pinnacle of foundation building, but the combat power can be matched by half a step." ”

The leader squinted slightly and nodded slightly.

Subsequently, no one in the disciples of the various sects dared to provoke the true lineage of the six sects at will.

Several true inheritors of the Zixiao faction camp had their eyes flickering, and their eyes showed mockery when they looked at the disciples of the various sects.

Who is not good to pick, pick our strongest?

After the episode, Sima Yuan returned to the camp, and after looking at Ye Qingshan and Zhuge Wuchang, he quietly moved away.

Immediately lowered his eyes slightly.

Sima Yuan's heart was shocked, and he seemed to feel a thick malice quietly enveloping the Zixiao faction.

Oh, his heart moved, it was not everyone in Zixiao, but only people related to Sword Peak.

He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the three figures a few feet away from him, his eyes flickering.

Half an hour passed in a flash.

The cold voice above fell, and a sword qi floated through the field.

"Imperial Sword Gate Zhang Xianyi, Xuan Ming Palace, Jian Di Ke?"

Everyone was in high spirits, and a figure with a languid expression looked at Sima Yuan gloomily, with resentment in his eyes.

Under the attention of more than 100 people, he said in a low voice, "I admit defeat."

The sword qi stagnated, and suddenly swept back, and the sound was like a sneer.

Jian Di's gloomy face became more and more red, but his eyes were fixed on Sima Yuan.

Sima Yuan chuckled, not paying attention.

Ye Qingshan's lips pursed and she was silent.

Everyone naturally knew the reason, and after sweeping Sima Yuan and Ye Qingshan back and forth a few times, they retracted their gaze.

A loud laugh rang out, "He Jun of the Imperial Sword Sect visited the Daoists of the Zixiao Sect, can you enjoy your face for a while?"

The disciples of the six sects looked up, and a brocade-robed man with a golden lotus crown on his head and a belt around his waist stepped away.

Sima Yuan and the three of them didn't move, and Xiao Yan shouted loudly, "Xiao Yan has seen He Daoyou."

As soon as the words fell, after hearing only a sword groan, Xiao Yan flew upside down miserably.

He Jun smiled lightly, "You are not qualified enough."

Zhao Mengshen and Luo Dao's faces changed, and after glancing at each other, they swept out one after another.

The sound of banging sounded, and everyone was already dazzled and dumbfounded.

Someone looked at He Jun of the Imperial Sword Gate blankly, and muttered to himself, "Is the true inheritance of the Imperial Sword Gate so strong?"

The senior brother beside him said meaningfully, "The first sword cultivation attack is not a waste of fame!"

Zhuge Wuchang said in a deep voice, "I'm coming at you."

Sima Yuan raised his eyes to look at the other party, there seemed to be a strong battle intent in his eyes, and he laughed loudly, "He Daoyou has this Yaxing, how dare Sima not accompany him?"

As soon as the words fell, among the different expressions of the disciples of the six factions, I saw Sima Yuan suddenly rise with his sleeves, and before the person arrived, the sword was already unsheathed.

With a bang, a blue and red sword roared out and broke through the air.

The other party laughed loudly, and his momentum shook suddenly, as if he was going all out.

The faces of Xiao Yan, Luo Dao and Zhao Mengshen in the Zixiao faction suddenly gloomy, as if they were furious.

Ye Qingshan smiled, and there seemed to be a playful look in her eyes.

Oh, looking at Sima Yuan's gaze, there seemed to be a different color.

But he heard the sound of banging in the air, the sound of the spirit sword colliding and stalemate, the whistling sound of sword qi in the sky, and the joyful sound of two laughter spread in all directions.

It's complicated at the same time, but I can't help but look forward to it.

And only the Spirit Beast Pavilion, Xuanyin Palace and others had gloomy expressions, and the stronger Sima Yuan's strength, the smaller the chance of extermination.

A little, the two figures slammed and retreated, falling to the ground almost simultaneously.

Immediately collided again, rushing away.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later, after a fiery long sword trembled, that He Jun and Sima Yuan fell down again.

He Jun looked at Sima Yuan's hand and asked God, and smiled, "Brother Sima's combat power is amazing, He admires it." ”

Sima Yuan said with a smile, "Brother He still lacks a magic weapon."

He Jun laughed, "Okay, after I find a magic weapon, I will fight with Brother Sima!"

The two immediately returned to the camp.