The wind in Choshu City became lighter.

The whole field was silent, and even the birds could be heard singing in the branches in the distance.

Everyone opened their mouths slightly, watching Yunluo bow.

Looking at the green shirt and respectfully performing the disciple salute, the identity of the person opposite was naturally about to come out.

There are countless large and small sects in the cultivation world, thousands of years, ups and downs, stars and vicissitudes.

There are many large sects that were once large sects, but now they have become small sects and even broken off their inheritance, drowning in the long river of history.

There are also many small sects that used to work hard, but now they have become behemoths.

Only the Xiling Sword Sect has lasted for thousands of years, and it has also been brilliant for thousands of years.

Among them, it is not that there has been no danger, and in the most difficult time, there has been the danger of overturning, but there are always people who can stand up and turn the tide and help the building to fall.

It is these predecessors of the Sword Sect who have made the Xiling Sword Sect the most prestigious cultivation sect in the world and a world-recognized holy place for sword cultivation.

"This is Sword Sect Master Chen Qingfeng?"

"A few dishes, dare to call the Sword Sect Master's name?"

"Why do you look like an ordinary bad old man?"

A man teased in a low voice, and as soon as his voice fell, there was a large circle around him.

These cultivators of wild cultivators and small sects don't understand the inside story of the rise of the Sword Sect, they only know that the current Sword Sect is powerful again.

A Yuan Emperor, a Jin Land Lord, a Beiyuan Queen, and a Jiangdong Pearl, these four people alone are enough to take care of the Sword Sect for decades.

Of course, they can only see these surfaces.

In such a surface, the Xiling Sword Sect was already invincible in the world.

Chen Qingfeng didn't think so, he knew that the Sword Sect was still the same Sword Sect, and even in terms of absolute strength, it was even inferior to a few years ago.

However, the situation has changed.

From the continuous falling and sinking, the upward climb began.

It's still at the bottom, but it's a world of difference.

He smiled and helped Yunluo up, his eyes were full of relief, and a thousand words came from the bottom of his heart, but they stopped at his lips.

In the end, he only patted the back of Yunluo's hand, "Come, let me introduce you." ”

"Master Xing Zhuang, acquaintances, don't you need to say more?"

Yunluo smiled and greeted Xing Zhaoyuan, and Xing Zhaoyuan smiled back.

Seeing that Yun Luo was holding on to the junior disciple ceremony, the exquisiteness in this made Xing Zhaoyuan feel, well, he has a face!

This treatment made the disciples of Qingxi Sword Pond even more angry, but they dared not speak out.

They secretly looked at the unwavering side face of the head who was still sitting still, and felt that the unfathomable head should be ...... today Took the wrong medicine.

"This, Mr. Qingluan of Sixiang Mountain. ”

Chen Qingfeng's introduction continues,

"I have admired the name for a long time, and I have never welcomed it from afar, so please forgive Mr. Qingluan. ”

Yunluo hurriedly saluted Qingluan Guo Youtang, and the etiquette was the same as for Xing Zhaoyuan.

Guo Youtang, who was also dressed in cyan clothes, smiled in return, with a gentle expression, but did not say much.

After meeting the three leaders, Yunluo saw many acquaintances in the team, including Bai Qingyue, Bai Song father and son, Huo Beizhen, Liu Fuqiu, Xing Tian of Hengduan Daozhuang and so on.

However, this was not the time to greet them, Yunluo glanced at them, and then stretched out his hand to invite the three families to the stage.

Chen Qingfeng turned his head to look at Xing Zhaoyuan, "Master Xing Zhuang has an appointment, why don't you go first?"

Xing Zhaoyuan laughed, arched his hand towards Chen Qingfeng, Guo Youtang and Yun Luo, and stepped onto the high platform.

Seeing that Xing Zhaoyuan subconsciously stopped at a distance of eighteen steps from him, Jin Han, the sect leader of the Golden Sword Sect, who had been standing on the high platform for a long time, had his pupils shrinking.

A real master, there is no need to do much combat preparation, the whole person is in combat preparation at any time.

Eighteen steps is just the most suitable combat distance on this narrow high platform.

Finding this distance, Xing Zhaoyuan only took a moment.

"I have heard the name of the owner of Xingzhuang for a long time, and I saw ...... today"

"Don't say anything that is worthy of the name, you only know it after you have beaten it. ”

Xing Zhaoyuan cut off Jin Han's compliment with a smile, and unexpectedly, Jin Han was not angry, but his eyes lit up, as if he had found the same kind.

Jin Han sighed: "It's a pity that we can't fight today. ”

"They are all dozens of years old, where can they be as anxious as teenagers and twenties. ”

Xing Zhaoyuan's ridiculous words made many female monks in the audience turn red.

It turns out that when the big guy gets along with the big guy, he doesn't always hold it.

"Haha, what Master Xing Zhuang said is very true. Then we'll have another day!" Jin Han laughed and proposed.

Xing Zhaoyuan's face was strange, and he didn't know if there was any hidden bad intentions in this Beiyuan Sword Cultivator, so he had to echo and said, "Okay, then let's ...... together at this moment." Shot?"

"Okay!" Jin Han agreed.

"Since the two of you cherish each other, they must also have the same heart?"

On the other side, Zhuang Jinju suddenly opened his mouth.

Cao Xuan, who had been sitting still, turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Jinju.

The inexplicable words of the Confucian sect leader made the hearts of the two of them move, and they suddenly remembered this conference, but not only the two of them competed for power, but there were also many fierce rivals eyeing each other.

So they hurriedly agreed with each other in their hearts, each of them made five successes, and declared seventy percent to the outside world.

As a result, the original momentum of the two of them was gone, and they each came to a slash in a hurry.

In the eyes of the many people watching the excitement below:

The surging river rushed into the white wall with the power of opening mountains and splitting rocks, and suddenly hit a torrent, which swooped down from a high place like thousands of troops, and with a decisive attitude, it was bound to crush everything in front of it.

On the white wall, the two collided violently in one place, and the tiger who went down the mountain stepped on the Qingxi Sword Pond and dodged in the corner, shrinking his already small body; the mountain of Yunmeng Sect shook a few times, and the Confucian characters shook slightly, and his body did not decrease, and he avoided a little; the mouth of the Ding slid horizontally to the side, and it was also a little smaller.

When the dust settled, two large knives appeared on the white wall, a steppe scimitar and a ring-headed thick-backed knife, the blades of which were connected and staggered.

On the body of the knife are written the Golden Knife Sect and the Hengduan Knife Village.

The people below applauded again and again, and they all felt that it was really fucking good-looking.

Only those high-ranking monks in the field, frowning and confused.

That's it?

You are two of the most powerful sword cultivators in the world, just fooling us like this?

Please, be human!

These people all want the two of them to fight with all their might, and it's best to put out all the tricks.

Because, according to the rules of this Five Sects Conference, anyone can become an enemy, especially those sects with strong forces and hope to compete for the status of the Five Sects, they are simply separated from themselves and are enemies.

The magic weapon of victory is to hide yourself secretly and see your opponent thoroughly.

It's a pity that because of Zhuang Jinju's words, the two of them were shocked.

When Cao Xuan glanced at it, he was surprised here, and he didn't know what Old Man Zhuang's heart was.

Xing Zhaoyuan and Jin Han looked at each other and smiled, and took their disciples off the high platform.

Jin Han went to pick a chair and sat down, but Xing Zhaoyuan stood here with a horizontal knife, waiting for Chen Qingfeng and Guo Youtang.

Chen Qingfeng smiled, and was about to speak, Guo Youtang took a step forward and hugged Chen Qingfeng like a man, "Youtang takes a step ahead." ”

Nodding slightly towards Yunluo, he stepped onto the high platform.

In the attic in the distance, Jiang Yan said with a smile: "It's really hard to imagine how Mr. Qingluan and Mr. Xiuhu get along on weekdays. ”

Fu Lin gave him a strange look, "Imagine what that's for, isn't it obscene?"

Jiang Yan's smile froze, "......"

"Don't take me too seriously, not to mention the more than ten years of wandering, all the messy days have passed, that is, when you were under Ling Shuai, in the army, a bunch of rough men, do you still expect them to talk to you about the wind and snow?"

"That's the truth. ”

Jiang Yan smiled and turned his gaze back to the white wall, hiding the sense of disillusionment in his heart.

Watching the white wall with him was almost everyone in the field.

Because she represents Sixiang Mountain, one of the five sects, because no one has ever seen her shoot, and because she is the first woman to appear today.

Because she is Qingluan, she is Guo Youtang.

She stood quietly on the stage, staring at the white wall, and quietly opened her right hand, a small short sword suspended in her white palm.

Around the short sword, there were countless runes that shone brightly, and then sank into it.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi rippled in the breeze, blowing a few strands of hair that had escaped the restraints.

Five slender fingers clenched violently, Fu Yin, Feng stopped, and the sword was in hand.

As soon as the right hand was sent, the streamer passed, and from the front, the short sword was stabbed on the white wall, but from the side, there was still an extremely slight gap between the short sword and the white wall, and it just couldn't break through.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the dagger flew back into her hand and vanished.

On the white wall, everything is as it has been.

Then she turned and stepped off the platform......

Well???

What is this operation?

Not to mention that the wild cultivators and low-level monks who were watching the excitement below were stunned, even those high-level monks were stunned.

Is this the strength of Sixiang Mountain?

How can it be worse than our Sancai Sect?

That is, our Liangyi faction is also unconvinced!

If this can be the Five Sects, then we can also do the Bagua Altar!

Guo Youtang's face was slightly pale, his arms were crossed, and his expression was calm, as if he hadn't heard those questioning voices at all.

Jiang Yan also looked at Fu Lin suspiciously, but saw Fu Lin smiling and bowing his head, "She has obtained all the true inheritances of her master." ”

With his words, a layer of rune golden light suddenly spread across the entire white wall, and those golden lights jumped, shining, and then disappeared suddenly, and a black dragon with two horns appeared on the wall with its tail flicking, letting out an earth-shattering roar.

The white wall blocked the attack of the vitality, but the sound alone made everyone's faces turn pale.

The tiger went down the mountain and hid in a corner.

Not to mention the Qingxi Sword Pond at its feet, it is simply unsightly.

The names of Danding Cave, Yunmeng Sect, Confucianism, Golden Dao Sect, and Hengduan Daozhuang were all attacked to varying degrees and gave way to their positions.

So on the white wall, the dragon was entrenched in the middle.

This is the power of runes, another path that is independent of the current mainstream cultivation path.

In the attic, Fu Lin looked at the arrogant and cold black dragon, his eyes were red, "Qingluan has a heart." ”

Yunluo also lowered his head and pursed his lips, looking confused.

The noise in the field slowly subsided, and Yunluo also adjusted his mood and looked at the sect master.

Next, it was time for the Xiling Sword Sect to appear.

As the head of the Five Sects, how will the Xiling Sword Sect leave its name on this magical white wall!

Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and took a step towards the high platform.

"Boom!"

A cyan streamer smashed directly down on the high platform from outside the sky, and the person who landed on the ground controlled his strength very well, except for stirring up dust in the sky, the high platform was unscathed.

In fact, if this person were willing, he might not stir up even a trace of dust.

When the dust fell, a woman in a big green coat stood in the middle with her hands behind her back.

"Who is this?

The man who said that Chen Qingfeng was a bad old man said with a smile again, and then the people around him jumped away from a circle that was bigger than just now.

With the experience just now, the man did not panic at all, but was calm and composed, knowing in his heart that as long as he could not die, he would become famous.

He pretended to be calm and looked at the woman in green clothes and cast a cold gaze on him.

Then, he blew up.

Reduced to ashes, there is no longer a remnant.

All that remained was the air around which he had been standing, and there was still a slight aftertaste of death.

There was silence in the field, and for the first time, a big man really cracked down on a disagreement.

Three figures suddenly appeared from the west, south, and north directions, and the fastest one was Li Zhichuan, followed by Jian Yi, and then Kulian.

All three of them looked at the figures on the high platform with solemn expressions.

The woman in green clothes didn't look at them, but stared at Yunluo, "You say, if I kill you now, who can save you?"