A few months later, Sima Yuan returned to Qilin Cliff covered in sword marks.

Since he was accepted by Jianfeng as a personal heir, he has settled here.

As soon as he landed on the Qilin Cliff, a sword cultivator rushed over, and it was the sword intent Chi Moyu who had a one-sided relationship.

Seeing Sima Yuan appear, he breathed a sigh of relief, and after hesitating slightly, he took out a stack of things similar to invitations from his arms, and the two big characters on it instantly caught Sima Yuan's eyes:

"War Book!"

Sima Yuan took the battle book and said to Mo Yue with a smile, "There is Senior Brother Lao."

Mo Yu waved his hand, even politely, and then patted Sima Yuandi on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "That senior brother is waiting for the news of the junior brother!"

After Sima Yuan talked to him for a few words, he sent Mo Yu away with a smile.

He put away a dozen war posters and put them in his arms.

Then he sat down, muttered a little, and took out all his belongings.

Four storage bags, arranged in sequence.

Sima Yuan's eyes moved, the first storage bag was obtained by killing the Xiao disciples in Kulongtan, Sima Yuan poured out all the items in the bag, such as "The First Solution of Qi Refining", "Theory of Foreign Bodies" and "Zijin Courtyard" and other scriptures and simple things were there, only the hundreds of Lingyuan stones were almost all gone, and there were only more than thirty pieces on the ground.

His face was cloudy for a while, "Could it be that when I was unconscious, someone moved the master's storage bag?"

Suddenly, Sima Yuan felt that the ancient mirror seemed to be a little heavier.

His eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, "Day and night, it's difficult to prevent thieves." It turned out that you stole it!"

As soon as Sima Yuan's thoughts turned, he understood that those spirit yuan stones were 'consumed' by the ancient mirror when Sima Yuan collected sword qi on the sword cliff.

At that time, I thought that this treasure could be an ownerless envoy, but I never thought that it would actually play a trick for myself.

Immediately, Sima Yuan opened the first storage bag, which was obtained from Zhao Shuang.

There are not many spiritual yuan stones in it, only a land deed called 'Purple Qi Donglai' pawnshop makes Sima Yuan groan a little, and the rest are pills such as 'Huiyuan Dan', 'Qi Replenishing Pill', 'Chen Yuan Dan' and so on.

Sima Yuan sneered, "This kid doesn't have any books, it seems that he doesn't like to learn, no wonder he ended up like this." ”

Then Sima Yuan landed on the third storage bag, which was given by Yuan Chengmo, and took out all the things inside, such as the invisible light veil, a array plate, and three valuable things such as the cold water sword.

He turned his gaze again, and the last storage bag was owned by Sima Yuan from that Zhao Bing.

After Sima Yuan broke the ban on the sealed bag, nearly a thousand Lingyuan stones fell, and after he searched for a week, there were also no books.

In the end, Sima Yuan held a title deed with a gloomy face, and the words 'Zhen Yu Pavilion' on it made him almost collapse, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily,

"It's the title deed again! Why does the Zhao family like to buy and sell real estate title deeds so much, aren't they afraid of losing their money?"

"These two broken shops have a fart, and Lao Tzu has no shortage of land!" Sima Yuan said indignantly.

The range of Qilin Cliff is his, and he still lacks land?

It's ridiculous!!

But in the end, Sima Yuan didn't throw it away after all, anyway, it was just two pieces of land, and it didn't take up space.

After touching his chin and thinking for a while, Sima Yuan took out the Cold Water Sword, many elixir spirit stones and other things to prepare for war.

The rest of the items are put into the bag.

After Sima Yuan pondered for a while, he hung one on his waist, hid one in his crotch, and put one in his arms.

The last one, buried in the Qilin Cliff.

He sighed, "The ancients said that eggs can't be put in one basket, and I know the essence of it." ”

Half a day later, a message spread all over the Sword Peak.

The peak master's personal disciple Sima Yuan was at the top of the Eagle Stream, and replied to the battle!

Everyone who received the reply looked excited, and whispered with trembling lips, "Lao Tzu's opportunity to make a name for himself has finally come!"

"Ha, that stupid boy actually responded to the battle, what an unexpected joy!"

Someone secretly whispered, "The fish has been baited, I can sit and watch the show." ”

The Eagle Stream is the place where the Sword Cliff and the Sword Pond of the Sword Peak intersect, the Sword Cliff is condescending, looking down on the Sword Washing Pond under the Eagle Stream.

The top of the Eagle Stream is the peak of the deep stream above the sword pond, facing each other across the stream from the sword cliff, living next to each other.

Today, the crowd at the peak of the Eagle Stream is crowded, noisy and impetuous, like a downtown area.

Not only was the crowd crowded around the peak of Eagle Stream, but even the edge of the sword cliff on the opposite side was full of people.

At a cursory glance, there are nearly 1,000 people!

When Sima Yuan first came, he was taken aback by this huge scene.

Looking up from the crowd, the black ground was full of human heads and silver-white sword robes.

The grand scene in black and white made Sima Yuan regret it and wail in his heart.

Sima Yuan's eyebrows jumped wildly, and he was hesitating whether to withdraw from the field to avoid the battle?

At this time, a warm word came from his ear, which shocked him,

"The little junior brother invited the opponent, the senior brother I am very happy, I will inform the master of this matter to his old man, presumably when the junior brother fights the sword, or be fortunate to have the master to look at it from afar. ”

Sima Yuan Huo Ran turned his head, and saw a cold-faced young man in white clothes in the crowd a few feet away looking at him.

Seeing Sima Yuan coming, he smiled lightly to show encouragement.

Sima Yuan was like five thunderbolts, now it's okay, there is no need to worry about it.

He forced a smile on his stiff face, then twisted his head stiffly.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep long breath, and slowly exhaled the turbid air.

When he opened his eyes again, the hesitation and hesitation in his eyes swept away, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Anyway, today is the day he responds to the battle, how can he be cowardly before fighting!

Sima Yuan raised his head proudly, laughed loudly with his chest held up, and suddenly shouted in his mouth,

"Sima Yuan, the heir of the Sword Pavilion, has come to visit all of you fellow brothers!"

The voice is heroic and rich, the breath is long and long, and the arrogance in the laughter is revealed in an instant!

His figure suddenly jumped high, and after stepping lightly on the heads of several people, he landed on the platform in the middle of the arena in a fluttering spin.

Everyone watched Sima Yuan's proud figure slowly landing, and they didn't know who was the first to shout praise,

"Good!"

Then a round of applause rang out.

didn't mention anything else, but just this calm and calm aura convinced many people in the field.

Some people gave a thumbs up when they saw this, secretly praising his fluttering and outstanding demeanor; some people squinted slightly and sneered lightly, not knowing whether to ridicule or disdain; some people looked slightly wrinkled, glanced at the sudden appearance of supporters around them, and secretly cursed.

Chen Qingwan gently squinted at Lu Zhaoyang on his side, and the other party laughed dryly, as if he was a little weak-hearted.

Sima Yuan didn't think much about it in the field, he smiled and hugged his fist around,

"Sima was invited to come today to learn from you, and I hope you will give me advice!"

As soon as the words fell, after a brief silence in which no one was willing to be the first bird, a loud laugh rang out, and then as his cultivation aura continued to rise, he laughed loudly:

"Although Senior Brother Yuan is new to my Sword Peak, he is a hero of my generation, Liu does not admire it very much, and today I am willing to throw bricks and lead jade, and I will share it with you at that time!"

After the man turned over and leaped a few times, there was an additional young sword cultivator in his almost thirties in the field.

I saw that his head was slightly square, his forehead was slightly broader, and under his thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick black lips grinned, revealing several bright white teeth; his tall body was more than eight feet, and he had stripped off his loose robe, and was wearing only a shape-shaped brocade robe that was close to his muscles and bones; and his thick black hair, which was tied at will, flew in the wind, showing a very arrogant state.

And the copper-colored skin exposed to the human eye is even more vividly reflected in its reckless image.

His person seems to be rude, but from Fang Cai's words, how dare Sima Yuan underestimate the person?

After the figure of the person who came stood firm, he immediately hugged his fists and said, "Liu Meng of the sword refining room, I am willing to teach Senior Brother Yuan exquisite swordsmanship!"

A strong smell of subway water stove fire hit the tip of his nose, and Sima Yuan secretly said that this person must be a master of iron!

His expression was solemn, and he replied, "Don't dare, please ask Senior Brother Liu for more advice!"

After Liu Meng grinned, he didn't delay at all, grabbed the brocade clothes on his body and tore it apart with a sound. Pulling out the thick giant sword that was tightly clinging to his back, and with a slight wave, the sound of a tiger roaring and a leopard roaring faintly came, and the fierce and domineering wild aura made the surrounding audience can't help but take a few steps back.

Sima Yuan squinted slightly, looking at the cultivation aura on Liu Meng's body, his gaze moved down slightly.

A crimson greatsword, five feet long and one foot wide, slammed into the platform, and as the opponent dragged it along, a deep ravine nearly split the platform in half.

Brave and good at fighting, infinite strength, and treacherous!

This is this person's first impression of Sima Yuan!

What made him feel even more slightly was the late stage cultivation of the seventh layer of his qi refining.

Sima Yuan's wry smile swept slightly, and then his gaze gradually calmed down, and his strong aura exploded.

One after another, the invisible sword qi fluttered on his side, and a few wisps of palpitating sword qi made many people in the audience shrink their pupils.

In today's first battle, he has already made up his mind and made a little plan.

Suddenly, a loud shout resounded through the battle platform.

"Senior brother, be careful!!"

Liu Meng in the sword refining room dragged a heavy sword, directly carrying the spiritual whirlwind towards Sima Yuan.

The huge momentum of the collapse of the mountains instantly attracted the eyes of many audiences, making their eyes light up.

Sima Yuan raised his head and laughed, the sword mound has been tempered for several months, and today he can try his own anti-fighting skills.

Immediately, the aura of the body couldn't help but shrink the defense with all its might, but dispersed violently, without any intention of defending.

In the amazement of everyone, under the attention of nearly a thousand peers, Sima Yuan rose to the challenge and rushed towards the violent momentum.

A deafening collision sound sounded first on the battle platform, followed by a loud bang on the ground again.

Immediately, two dull moans of pain came from the smoke and dust, and then in the hind legs of everyone changing colors in unison, the sound of banging and colliding not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more fierce and powerful.

The battle quickly heated up as soon as it began.

Many cold-eyed onlookers in the field had already changed from a sneer at the beginning to a solemn one, and then in shock and inhalation, Sima Yuan and Liu Meng had been on for several rounds.

In the middle, it seems to be accompanied by the roar of Liu Meng's heavy sword in the sword refining room when he smashed wildly, as well as the roar of the sword pavilion kid who gritted his teeth against the enemy, and when the two of them shouted in unison, the battle climbed directly to the climax!

Sima Yuan is no longer as chic and elegant as before at this moment, his black hair is scattered, there are several traces of heavy sword smashing on his robe, his left arm is slightly twisted, as if he is broken, his body is slightly slanted, and the edge of his shoulder is directly cut off a small piece!

The smell of blood had already permeated the battlefield, and the scarlet liquid had dyed most of the silver-white sword robe red, and the red blood on the black hair had gradually crusted over and clotted.

As for Liu Meng on the other side, he was even more frightened, and there were nearly ten sword wounds and ravines on the exposed copper-colored muscles, covering the upper half of his chest horizontally.

Not only did he not have the slightest annoyance, but he grinned, and the eyes that looked at Sima Yuan were full of solemn respect.

Just now, he wanted to directly cross the opponent in the brutal way of subduing the Ten Guilds, but he didn't expect that he would face him head-on behind the enemy, and cut more than a dozen wounds on his body with the sword control style in the Zixiao Sword Technique.

It wasn't fatal, but it caused him great trouble.

Sima Yuan's eyes were full of fierceness, the blood at the corner of his mouth fell straight to his chin, his fingertips were raised, and a faint sword qi like a candle flame swayed gently.

He raised his head to the heavens and shouted angrily,

"Battle !!!"

Liu Meng laughed wildly, "Hahaha, good boy, ruthless enough! Come again!!"

As soon as the words fell, the two figures that collided with each other rushed towards each other again.

After a while, the banging sound in the field came again, and everyone on the spot was shocked and speechless for a long time.

Some people seem to be angry, "This is a sword competition, it is clearly a brawl between gangsters." ”

The person beside him replied with great meaning, "Senior Brother has ever seen that Senior Brother Yuan not only confronted the enemy head-on, but also caused great trouble to Senior Brother Liu with my Zixiao Sword Technique and Sword Technique, otherwise, with brute force alone, who could be the opponent of the group of reckless men in the sword refining room?"

The previous man's tone was choked, and after snorting coldly, he didn't say more.

After all, this battle is not without day and night.

After Sima Yuan held out for a quarter of an hour, his figure finally flew out upside down with a thud and fell on the edge of the battle platform, not rising for a long time.

In this battle, from beginning to end, Sima never sacrificed the Ask Immortal Sword.

Not even a trace of the foundation building sword qi was released.

Liu Meng stepped out, and after glancing at Sima Yuan, who had passed out, he walked off the platform with a proud face, and the crowd around him retreated, and let go of a passage with awe-filled eyes.

He looked at Sima Yuan who had fallen, and hugged his fists in a deep voice, "Accept!"

Sima Yuan naturally couldn't respond, and he had completely passed out.

At this moment, everyone in the Eagle Stream looked shocked, and they didn't say anything for a long time, except for rescuing Sima Yuan, everyone in the audience was silent.

Outside the sword pool, Lu Zhaoyang's expression was flat, there seemed to be appreciation in his eyes, and Chen Qingwan's face was pale, and he grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

When she saw Sima Yuan fall to the ground, her face suddenly turned pale, and when she was about to go to the rescue, she suddenly felt a huge force in her arm.

She couldn't believe it, "Senior brother?"

Lu Zhaoyang turned a deaf ear and stared coldly at a certain shadow.

She was so distraught that she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "He's back."

The edge of the sword cliff was also silent.

In this battle, Sima Yuan, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, returned with a heavy defeat.

But no one in Jian Feng questioned the identity of his peak master.

Gai fought because of this, and his personal disciple Sima Yuan broke three shoulder bones, the flesh and blood of his right shoulder were cut, the skull was broken in two, the abdominal ribs collapsed by an inch, the left arm was directly twisted and fractured, and the right leg tendon and bone were dislocated.

Sima Yuan was almost completely paralyzed.

After the war, he passed out for two months!

During this period, Lu Hongli, the master of Sword Peak Peak, went to Qilin Cliff in person.

Afterwards, he encouraged Liu Meng in the sword refining room and promoted him to the deputy hall of the sword refining room.

The disciples of Sword Peak are all crazy.