At night, the Shushan Sword Sect was still full of people, and because of the stickers on the table, most people were talking about it.

Among them, the highest voices are Mu Jianchen and Su Yunhan of Shushan, Yang Yueqing of Tianyun Sect, Gao Zhuofan of Dayan Sect, Sun Jiaqi of Forget Worry Sect, and Qu Baishan of Dragon and Tiger Sect.

As for Kunlun, because he has rarely walked around the world in recent years, most of the three generations of disciples are unknown, so he is not in the scope of everyone's discussion.

In the secret room of the Shushan Sect, the real people of the Enlightened World and the real people of the Enlightened World are looking at a list, and the focus is on those three words, Li Xiaoyi!

The comprehension real person sneered: "Xuanyun's old horseman, the intention is to make my Shushan ugly in front of the world, so act, in the future, which sect will care about my sect's life-killing gold medal!"

"What about Xu Yu?" said Wushi Zhenren suddenly.

According to the Flying Sword Transmission he recently sent back to the sect, it seems that he has just arrived in Linjia Town, and he said that he has found Li Xiaoyi's traces. "The perception of the real person has a strange look on his face.

Wushi Zhenren was still looking at the list, and said casually: "Then let him come back." ”

"Hmm!", the real person of understanding did not speak again, and the secret room suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, Wushi finally put down the list: "How is Senior Brother Wuchen's injury?"

"Senior brother hasn't come out since he went into retreat, and I don't know what the injury is, do you want to ask?"

Shaking his head at Enlightenment, Wuchen sighed and said: "Don't disturb him at this time, the damage to the Dust Sword will hurt his Dao Heart a lot, so let's wait for him to get out of the customs by himself." ”

The enlightened real person also nodded in agreement, and then asked again: "What should I do with Li Xiaoyi's matter?"

Wushi Zhenren's face showed a hint of sarcasm: "Xuanyun Ancestor did this, saying that he fell into the well, it is still an exaggeration, but he just wants to have a sense of existence in front of the people of the world." ”

"Indeed, if my estimation is correct, his catastrophe is coming, that is, in the past few years. The real person sneered.

"You can't underestimate him, in the cultivation realm for nearly a thousand years, he is the only one who can resist five heavenly tribulations, although he has never been able to take that step, it is not bad. ”

The enlightened real person nodded: "Yes, people are old and refined, and the old man sees that my sect is entangled in the matter of the White Bone Mountain at this stage, and he also has the meaning of seeing the stitches." ”

"No matter what, at present, we still have to focus on the affairs of White Bone Mountain, and the rest can be put aside!"

On the second day, on the open-air square of the Shushan Sword Sect, nine large rings were erected on the flat ground.

The heads of the six sects are sitting in the clouds, and they don't need to get up, and the nine rings can be seen in full view.

And under the nine rings, there will be an inner elder of the Shushan Sword Sect who will act as a judge, and the rules are very simple, those who fall under the stage lose.

At this moment, the Shushan Sword Sect is full of people, and there are disciples of the sect under every ring, cheering for the senior brothers of the sect.

And on the ring, the brilliance of magic weapons and Taoism rose and fell one after another, shouting and cheering constantly, and from time to time, disciples fell from the ring.

Cheers, insults, exclamations, and all kinds of discussions, so lively.

In the fourth ring, Chen Yueling was fighting against a disciple of the Four Fields Dao Sect at this time.

The disciples and elders of the Kunlun Sect in the audience, as well as Daojing Zhenren, were all eagerly watching the situation in the ring.

Dao Lin real person is in the stands above the clouds, and what he looks at is also on the No. 4 stand.

"This female disciple of Kunlun Sect has a good life, and it seems that her work in recent years has not been fruitless. ”

Dao Lin turned his head and saw that it was a real person who understood the yin and yang and said in a weird manner, but he chuckled and said: "Where is it, no matter how much you lie down and taste the guts, you can't compare to your sect Mu Jianchen." ”

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at the No. 3 ring, Mu Jianchen had a long face, but he had already shot down his opponent with a sword, and under the ring, the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect were thunderous.

A smile appeared on the face of the real person, and Wushi's face could not see the change, but he also nodded.

And not long after, there was also a burst of eager cheers in the No. 4 ring.

Seeing Chen Yueling standing tall on the stage, she actually defeated the other party in a short period of time, and a smile appeared on Daolin's face, and she couldn't stop nodding.

The war was raging here, and in the guest room of the Shushan Sword Sect, Li Xiaoyi had just dressed and pushed the door out.

It should be right to go in the direction of the noise, he thought.

Looking up at the scorching sun overhead, I felt a wave of irritability for no reason.

Sunshine, he still can't like it, and with the continuous improvement of his cultivation, this feeling becomes more and more obvious.

In the morning, Zhang Shenglai looked for him, but because his game was in the afternoon, he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Walking and walking, Li Xiaoyi felt that something was wrong, the sound of the dense crowd became smaller and smaller, he looked back, did he go wrong?

Daojing Zhenren turned around and turned back to a disciple and said, "Hasn't Zhang Sheng come back yet?"

Wang Zheng hurriedly bowed his hand, and his face was full of anxiety: "Zhang Sheng went to call Uncle Xiao has not come back yet." ”

Daojing Zhenren frowned, on the No. 9 ring over there, Han Cheng of the Heavenly Art Sect was already standing on the ring, his eyes drifting to this side from time to time.

The elders of the Heavenly Art Sect also looked at Dao Jing with a smile in their eyes, the latter was angry in his heart, and the judge elder of Shushan also kept looking at the incense insertion table beside him.

In the back mountain of Shu Mountain, Li Xiaoyi walked dizzily, and at this time, he saw a female disciple wearing the costume of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, and hurriedly stepped forward: "This Taoist friend, how will I go to try the sword?"

"Kunlun Sect people?" the woman glanced at the purple robe on his body with some confusion.

Li Xiaoyi nodded: "I overslept just now, and Shushan is too big, so ......"

In the latter words, Li Xiaoyi was embarrassed to say, and the woman looked at Li Xiaoyi with a strange face.

saw that his face was pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and on both sides of his eyes, two red marks of Fengling could be faintly seen.

The face is still handsome, but it looks very thin, giving people a feeling of weakness.

"Do you have a game?" the woman asked.

Li Xiaoyi began to be a little annoyed, although the woman in front of her looked extraordinary, but it was too inkblob, and she couldn't help frowning, but she still said "yes".

"Come with me. It seemed that he saw Li Xiaoyi's impatience, and although he was angry in his heart, he still endured it.

Under the ninth ring, the people of the Tianshu Sect had already begun to coax, and the Shushan elders were judging the matter, constantly looking at the incense burner that was about to burn out.

Daojing Zhenren's face was anxious, Zhang Sheng bowed his head and was silent, and the disciples of the Kunlun Sect kept looking back.

Finally, the sharp-eyed Wang Zheng seemed to see something, and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Xiao is here, it's Uncle Xiao!"

Dao is prosperous, and he can't wait to step forward and strangle this bastard thing immediately, but he can only give up because of his identity.

"The elders in your sect seem to be angry?" the woman said, blinking.

"Don't worry, my senior brother's temper is not bad, he should be able to restrain himself. Li Xiaoyi's words were more like comforting himself.

"Senior brother?" the woman was stunned for a moment.

But when she saw Li Xiaoyi step forward, she first looked at the elder in her mouth, and really shouted with her hands and fists: "Senior brother." ”

The latter gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go up yet!"

Li Xiaoyi didn't talk nonsense anymore, knowing that the other party was already angry, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly got into the ring.

A burst of boos came from the Heavenly Art Sect, and Han Cheng, who was standing opposite, looked at him with a smile.

Li Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked up at the sun hidden by the clouds, but there was a loud shout in his ears: "Begin!"

Han Cheng didn't hesitate too much, and as soon as he flicked his robe, a flying sword shot straight out.

With a quick twist in his hand, he suddenly shouted: "Sword shadow splitting, open!"

One sword turned into two swords, and in an instant, one in disguise, stabbed at Li Xiaoyi from two different directions.

Seeing that Li Xiaoyi had any signs of blocking or releasing the magic weapon, the woman who led Li Xiaoyi in the audience let out an exclamation.

On the other hand, Kunlun's side was silent, with neither nervous shouts nor timely reminders.

The woman was secretly surprised, only to see Li Xiaoyi's body in the ring, Huo Ran, who had no reaction, was cut off by two flying swords.

Everyone's breath was stagnant, and the inner gate elder of the Shushan Sword Sect looked at the ring with his eyes slightly narrowed, and his body did not move.

Han Cheng really didn't expect that he would be able to make a contribution with a sword, although he had doubts in his heart, but when he saw Li Xiaoyi's body, there was a sudden burst of blood.

The upper limbs and lower body were divided into two halves, and on the side of the Heavenly Art Sect, someone had already covered their mouths and exclaimed, and the elders in the sect suddenly changed their faces, and shouted to be careful!

Han Cheng is not a core disciple of the Heavenly Art Sect, and he has extremely rich combat experience.

A small shield suddenly lit up in front of him, and only the sound of "dang" was heard, and Li Xiaoyi's figure appeared in front of Han Cheng.

With one hand into a knife, the jade divine power has already unfolded, since the blow is missed, the body moves again, and it has disappeared in front of Han Cheng's eyes in an instant.

Illusion! Han Cheng looked at all directions with a cold face, and a sword and a shield were suspended in front of him.

It's a little difficult to do! Relying on the supernatural ability of the Quartet Treasure Mirror, Li Xiaoyi wandered around the opponent.

Once again, Li Xiaoyi's body turned around, and he shifted to the front of Han Cheng.

The jade palm knife hand rose and fell, but he didn't expect that the small shield on the opposite side, as if it was psychic, actually blocked it by itself.

"Bang!", Li Xiaoyi hurriedly dodged. A flying sword stab that came from the sound.

Han Cheng was like a cat that smelled fishy, and a series of dazzling onslaughts followed.

Han Cheng hurriedly restrained his attack, and when he seemed to want to continue to wait for the battle, his feet suddenly became hot.

Han Cheng secretly screamed, "Not good!", and at the same time, he looked down and saw that at some point, he actually stepped on a thunderous talisman under his feet!

At the same time, a "hey" laugh sounded, and the ensuing thunder rolled, Han Cheng didn't have time to react at all, and his body was instantly engulfed by thunder and lightning.

There was a bang, smoke and dust billowed in the ring, a flying sword was inserted obliquely, and Li Xiaoyi, whose figure gradually flashed, approached, and at this moment the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he was looking at it with a smile.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the small shield fell black next to Han Cheng's body, but as for Han Cheng himself, it was already scorched black.

If it weren't for the timely support of the small shield, which blocked more than half of the impact force, I am afraid that a corpse would fall in the ring now.

The scene was silent, and it wasn't until the elders of the Heavenly Art Sect rushed to the ring with an anxious face that everyone came back to their senses, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim: "This kid is really yin!"