The wind rose, and the wind swept up the snow particles that came from nowhere, and spun forward, and a true dragon with snow clouds gathered roared and rose into the air.

The tip of Yunluo's nose suddenly smelled a moist smell again.

Looking up, the river rolled upside down, and the angry waves slapped against the real dragon in the air.

Bai Song and Xing Tian both coincidentally used their housekeeping skills at the very beginning.

On the viewing platform, Bai Qingyue and Xing Zhaoyuan tried their best to control their surging emotions, but they had already leaned forward sharply and betrayed them.

Chen Qingfeng tugged at a few beards, his expression solemn;

Yan was chilling and drinking tea, and the two people in the ring had nothing to do with him;

Zhou Mo finally recovered from his thoughts at this moment, and after slightly arching his hand to the wild goose, he looked at the stage;

Li Zhichuan's expression is the same, or there has never been any change, even when Li Zi came to power;

Chai Yupu and Ge Xun were leisurely, smiling from time to time, as if they were communicating with their hearts.

A small viewing platform is all kinds of beings.

When the cold sword that had been sealed for a year was unsheathed for the first time, when the fierce sword that had been refined for thousands of times shattered the wrapped strip of cloth.

The sword intent and the sword intent collided violently, if it weren't for the special formation protection of this ring, the disciples of the Sword Sect under the stage didn't know how many people could stand firmly.

Pei Zhen and the others were fascinated, this was the exquisite sword style, the condensed sword intent, and they fantasized about when they would be able to practice to such a state.

Yunluo thought in his heart, if Senior Brother Bai sharpened a sword and pointed it at him this year, what would be the end of his own battle that day.

The chaotic and shattered heaven and earth vitality returned to calm, and with the two figures swept out of the viewing platform, the entire audience resounded one after another exclamations.

Bai Song and Xing Tian each fell to the side of the ring, the sword in their hands was still clenched, but the people were already unconscious.

Bai Qingyue and Xing Zhaoyuan were about to make a move, but Chai Yupu reminded loudly: "Two, the winner is not scored." ”

Zhou Mo, Chen Qingfeng, Li Zhichuan, and Yan looked at Chai Yupu with frightened eyes, and he was calm.

A pair of vigorous and rough hands, and a pair of slender hands like jade, were frozen in the air.

Bai Qingyue and Xing Zhaoyuan glanced at each other, this Chai Yupu was really sinister.

It's difficult to do now, if you forcibly visit and heal your injuries, it will naturally be unruly, and you can't say that both of them will be disqualified;

But if you ignore it, if you hurt the foundation and damage the avenue, how can you afford this risk.

Xing Zhaoyuan said in his heart: Don't want that ice spirit sword heart, this is the sword crown competition of the Sword Sect, and if something happens to the son who has high hopes for him, the gains outweigh the losses.

Gritting his teeth, he helped Xing Tian up, crossed in a trace of true yuan, and began to investigate carefully.

Chen Qingfeng's voice sounded above Bai Qingyue's heart lake, "Senior Brother Bai, it's important to save people. ”

A trace of gratitude swelled up in Bai Qingyue's heart, this sect master, who had always despised him, seemed to have changed a lot in just over a month.

Just as he was about to make a move, Bai Song's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

In this battle, the winner was divided in such a strange way.

There were bursts of cheers in the field, and the onlookers of the Sword Sect disciples were jubilant, they didn't care so much, they just saw that their genius Senior Brother Bai had really defeated the genius Xing Tian of the Sword Village.

The battle of the swords, it seems that another game has been won.

Bai Qingyue said: "Is it okay?"

Bai Song looked at the sky and said, "The only way to face difficulties is to face difficulties." ”

Bai Qingyue sighed, but he couldn't help but tell the truth, so he had to signal the deacon of the Sword Sect to help him down.

Walking on the futon of the White Song Dynasty, passing by Yunluo's side, he gently broke free of the support of the deacon of the Sword Sect, and saluted towards Yunluo with both hands, "Thank you." ”

Yunluo hurriedly held on, his eyes were full of respect.

Bai Song smiled and hurried back to breathe.

Chai Yupu's pupils shrank sharply, could it be that this kid really has something so great about it, worthy of Bai Song's treatment?

Everyone in the audience also looked at each other, Senior Brother Bai, what is this trouble? Why did you thank the kid who walked through the back door if he won?

Pei Zhen and the others glanced at each other, and the same thought surged in their hearts, "Could it be that in that battle that day, Senior Brother Bai actually benefited from Yunluo?"

Dai Longtao now saw that Yunluo was unpleasant, and he couldn't see that Yunluo was a little better, so he teased with his friends: "Thank him for what, thank him for being beaten by the saint at that time first, so that Senior Brother Bai can see the other party's moves clearly?"

There was a burst of laughter.

Pei Zhen glanced at him, "People who don't even dare to go up and be beaten are embarrassed to make a big fuss here." ”

Dai Longtao sneered: "I'm embarrassed to take it out the back door." ”

Pei Zhen's sneer was even colder than him, "If you can also gather qi for half a day, you can also win the first place in the group trial, maybe the elders of the Sword Sect will also let you go through the back door." ”

Dai Longtao's lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak after all, first, he was really speechless, and second, the next round of competition started on the stage.

The only female disciple among the sixteen, Qing Ru, played against Xie Bao of the Xie family.

The disciples on the field were secretly praying to themselves, they must win, counting Senior Brother Bai Song, there are already three Sword Sect disciples who have won and entered the next round.

If Qing Ru wins this battle, the Sword Sect will have four wins and four defeats in the first round, which will be quite passable.

If it is passed on, it can be the strength of the Sword Sect to carry the talents of all sects in the world, and it will have a big face.

But if Qingru loses, it will be three wins and five defeats, and the winning rate will fall below half, maybe it will be another rhetoric.

What? You say that the cloud fall is not better?

Among the onlookers in the entire audience, I am afraid that except for a very small number of people who still have a trace of extravagant hopes for Yunluo's victory, the rest, no one would think that such a thing would happen.

These very few people, including Pei Zhen's five people, may also include Lei Ming.

Lei Ming stood in the crowd, and the fellow next to him laughed and said, "Old Lei, aren't you just defeated by Senior Sister Qing, what do you think of her chances of winning?"

Lei Ming thought for a while, "Senior Sister Qing is strong, but since the disciple of the Xie family can be promoted, he must not be a mediocre hand, and there should be a hard fight." ”

The same door pursed his mouth, "It's powerful when it comes out, why is the one who is elected by our Sword Sect so vegetable?"

Following the words, he looked at Yunluo, who was meditating and pranayama next to the ring, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Lei Mingxin said: Is it really that kind of food?

Qingru, who looked very powerful, fell weakly in a sigh, and Xie Bao of the Xie family knelt on one knee, panting like a cow, but he won after all.

The elder of the Dongshan Xie family, who has been accompanying the last seat among the six powerful lords, stroked his beard and was proud in his heart.

In the first seven battles, there were three wins and four defeats, but the hearts of the disciples of the Sword Sect were very lost.

The sense of collective honor is often very subtle, and when you are in it, your blood is surging, and you will inevitably be infected, and you will abandon some personal prejudices and interests, and strive for the goal of the whole collective, so gradually some Sword Sect disciples have a trace of expectation in their hearts, hoping that Yunluo, who goes through the back door and relies on relationships, can create miracles.

But among these people, not including Dai Longtao, he sighed seemingly unintentionally: "Hey, the eight disciples only won three times, which is a bit embarrassing." ”

Pei Zhen turned his head, "Be careful that your face is swollen." ”

"But that's not going to happen. Dai Longtao's face was full of confident smiles, and he seemed to have never been so confident.

Shi Sheng flew lightly to the stage, causing the deacon of the Sword Sect on duty on the stage to frown.

Even Xing Tian and the others walked up to the stage step by step, but a Qingxi Sword Pool disciple who had just entered the Three Realms was so domineering, how could the disciple of the Sword Sect, who had always been arrogant, endure it, a piercing boo sounded below, Shi Sheng turned a deaf ear, and stared at Yunluo tightly.

Yunluo had also gotten up and nodded slightly towards the few people who were still on his side.

Bai Song smiled back with encouragement, it seemed that after the battle with Xing Tian, he also let go of his knot like Huo Beizhen, and his expression became richer.

Xiaodao boy Li Zi and little monk Doro shouted in unison: "Come on!"

Because his voice was a little uneven, Doro was also glared at by Lizi, which provoked him to mumble weakly, "It's obvious that you shouted early." ”

After smiling slightly at Pei Zhen and the others, he took his sword and stepped into the ring.

The sword in his hand was given to him by Old Man Jiang a few days ago, and the weight was exactly the same as the wooden sword he was used to before, making Yunluo very handy to use.

The last game of the first round of the competition was about to start, but Shi Sheng turned to the top of the viewing platform at this time, "This big competition, the gathering of talents from all over the world, is really a grand event in the cultivation world. To be able to compete with such an outstanding genius as Brother Yun of the Sword Sect, how fortunate Shi Sheng is, but to compete in the ring, it is inevitable that he will be restrained, and it will be difficult to have fun, Shi Sheng is brave, please allow the sect master of the Sword Sect Chen, and the heads of the sects and factions of each sect will witness, I want to fight with Brother Yun to the death and death. ”

"No!"

"No way!"

"Don't!"

Three exclamations came out of Chen Qingfeng, Yan Chill, and Pei Zhen.

Chen Qingfeng frowned, and looked at Chai Yupu angrily, "Master Chai, what does this mean?"

Chai Yupu smiled slightly, but did not answer Chen Qingfeng's question, and took out a long sword from a square inch in his sleeve, "This time I came to the Sword Sect, I met a group of thieves on the road, and after destroying it, I accidentally found this sword, I don't know if Sect Master Chen can recognize it?"

On the viewing platform, Zhang Qinggui, the master of the Discipline Hall, stood up and exclaimed, "Changtian Sword?!"

The four holy swords of the Xiling Sword Sect, Luoxia, Lonely Crane, Autumn Water, and Changtian.

The Four Holy Swords, as the foundation of the sect's defense and attack array, have been guarding the Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Nine years ago, the Changtian Sword was stolen, and the world shook.

The majesty of the Xiling Sword Sect has truly fallen since then.

Yan shuddered and sighed, Chen Qingfeng has to make up his mind about this matter, he is an outsider, it is not suitable to talk more.

He looked at Yunluo on the stage with some regret and apology, sorry little brother.

Pei Zhen's frightened voice sounded above the lake of the heart, and then Cui Pheasant watched his expression change from joy to despair.

Yunluo lowered his head, pursed his lips, and quietly waited for an answer.

In my heart, I remembered the chat with Pei Zhen one day.

He asked Pei Zhen why he agreed with Cui Pheasant to inform the ancestor of the Cui family about his background.

Pei Zhen smiled and asked him what was the strongest thing in the world, he didn't speak, looked at Pei Zhen, waiting for him to ask and answer himself.

Pei Zhen said that it is interests.

As long as he and Cui Pheasant have a common interest relationship now, and this interest relationship will become more and more stable, he is not worried that the Cui family will harm him because of this, and he can even look forward to more investment and help from the Cui family.

Yunluo nodded, he understood this truth at a very young age, and he said with a smile, fortunately, he didn't have to go through this kind of calculation of interests all the time.

Pei Zhen seemed to have been prepared, so he solemnly analyzed with Yunluo, and now the Sword Sect's attention and protection to Yunluo and several of them is essentially no different from an investment, pinning the hope of Zhongxing or growth on them.

was a little speechless when he spoke, and he actually knew some things, but he just didn't want to expose them so nakedly.

But Pei Zhen still refused to give up, and asked him, what if one day the Sword Sect gave up on you because of greater interests or pressure?

Yunluo thought about it and shook his head, unable to think of a clue.

took the wine jug in Pei Zhen's hand and poured it violently.

Pei Zhen patted him on the shoulder, and with him, looked gloomily into the distance.

At that time, the young man already knew the taste of sorrow.

In the hut next to the Sword Pavilion, Old Man Jiang sealed his hands and tried to urge a certain secret method to ingest the Long Heaven Sword in the air.

Chai Yupu felt the imminent movement of the long sword in his hand, and silently recited a mantra, urging Zhenyuan, the long sky sword quieted down again, and an unfathomable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At the gate of Jianzong Mountain, a deacon surnamed Lu was on duty on guard, he was drinking boredly, and he seemed to be able to faintly hear the shouts coming from there, and secretly cursed a word of luck, pinched a peanut, rubbed off the rice skin, threw it into his mouth, chewed his teeth, and rattled.

Old man Jiang's figure quietly appeared, so frightened that the wine glass that Deacon Lu was about to send to his mouth shook, and most of the wine was spilled.

Old man Jiang took out a token, and Deacon Lu looked at it, quickly spit out the residue in his mouth, and stood up straight and saluted.

The token of the Sword Sect Ancestor is larger than the Sect Master, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Old man Jiang was not in the mood to worry about him, and ordered: "You immediately hold this token, go to the Prime Minister's Mansion as quickly as possible, find Jiang Yan or the Prime Minister himself, remember to see me, give this token to any of them, and then tell them that there is a change in Xiling." ”

Deacon Lu was confused, and froze in place, and Old Man Jiang scolded, "Don't go yet!"

Deacon Lu hurriedly took the token and rushed out.

The horse's hooves were fast, and Deacon Lu was riding while thinking, which master of the Sword Sect is this, didn't he say that the previous generation died all at once more than ten years ago?

Suddenly, the horse's hooves seemed to have tripped over something, the front hooves went soft, and he fell to the ground, and Deacon Lu on horseback fell out and slammed into the stone road, and he struggled to get up, when a group of black-clothed men with swords in their hands instantly surrounded him.

When Deacon Lu was escorted to a room, there was already a middle-aged man with a greasy face and broad lips sitting in the room.

Liu He walked in, holding three downed carrier pigeons in his left hand and a token recovered from Deacon Lu's body in his right hand.

Wei Hongyi carefully looked at the token found from Deacon Lu's body, and said with a smile: "This friend, you might as well sit here for a while, drink a cup of tea, and watch a good show." ”