There is a purple bamboo forest in Qilin Mountain in Zixiao Palace, and there is a small stream outside the purple bamboo forest, and there are two old men playing chess next to the stream.

One person is dressed in black and has black hair, and the other is white-clothed and white-haired, and they are fighting while playing chess, and neither of them is delayed.

The black man said: "Old white, we have played chess for hundreds of years, and you have always been white, and you have lost more and won less, don't you wake up?

Bai Yisuo shook his head again and again, and said: "No, no, no, it's a big mistake! I insist on white because you have low chess skills, so I let you go first, and I lose more and win less, also because I let you." ”

The black man smiled and said: "Your excuses for losing chess are really endless, and you never reuse them, I really obey you." ”

The two laughed and scolded each other, enjoying themselves, as if playing chess was just a tool, and fighting was the goal.

Suddenly, both of them looked up in the same direction at the same time.

The black-clothed man said: "Good girl, this session is a big game, right? Just now, the thunder tribulation, and now the spirit treasure has exploded, isn't it not to let the dead?"

Bai Yisuo frowned slightly, and said softly, "Take a breath." ”

After the earth-shattering explosion, Wu Yue fell from mid-air and smashed heavily on the stage. His whole body was naked, naked, and there was no good place in his body, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The disciples of Zixiao Palace, who were guarding the side of the stage, hurriedly came to the stage, covered Wu Yue's body with a large cloth, and at the same time probed his pulse, and said respectfully to Han Jingyu: "Back to the master, there is still a breath!"

"Hurry up and rescue!" Han Jingyu's hanging heart finally let go, if Wu Yue died on the spot, he really couldn't explain to Lord Zhou, and the Qingyun faction would also be sentenced to lose because of the murder foul.

Hu Tianxiang was also terribly scared, he was red-eyed just now, he didn't think about it so much, and almost made a big mistake. However, he also wondered, the terrifying explosion of Lingbao just now is obvious to all, Wu Yue has just gotten a glimpse of the peak of the realm, and he is not dead, which is really a strange thing.

There was a lot of discussion on the high platform, and Han Jingyu immediately announced: "In this competition, the Qingyun faction wins! The Qingyun faction fights the Giant Sword Sect, three wins and one loss, and the challenge of the Giant Sword Sect fails!"

Hearing this, Shangguan Wuji, the sect leader of the Giant Sword Sect, stood up suddenly, and said with a gloomy face: "I have heard that Zixiao Palace and the Qingyun Sect wear a pair of pants, and the rumors are true. ”

Han Jingyu's eyes became very sharp when he looked at the other party, and he said coldly, "What do Shangguan Sect Master's words mean?"

This is, an old man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of Shangguan Wuji, who was the person Hu Tianxiang and the others met in Ziyang City.

After the old man took it with one hand, he said leisurely: "As we all know, the Qingyun Sect has long existed in name only, and now it is not even as good as a third-rate sect, you still let them rank among the top ten factions, and let them accept the challenge of my Giant Sword Sect in a grand manner, isn't this partiality?"

Han Jingyu is a high-level monk of Yuanying, but he can't see through the old man's cultivation at all, so it proves that this old man is a real human realm monk.

"This immortal friend, may I ask the name of Gao. Han Jingyu frowned slightly and asked.

"The old man is one of the patriarchs of the Giant Sword Sect, Dugu Feng. Dugufeng said proudly.

"It turned out to be a lonely senior, a long admiration. Han Jingyu arched his hand and said perfunctorily.

In the face of a True Human Realm cultivator, only the people of Zixiao Palace dared to do so.

Dugu Feng secretly held his breath and snorted: "The Qingyun Sect does not have a True Realm monk in charge now, even the Yuanying Realm monk is weak, he actually does not take the initiative to quit, and his face is ranked among the top ten factions, the thickness of this face is really an eye-opener for the old man!"

"Dead old man, what kind of bullshit are you putting on!" Dugu Feng humiliated the Qingyun Sect in front of the top monks in the world, and Hu Tianxiang roared angrily.

Dugu Feng sneered and said, "No big, no small, no respect, kneel down for me!"

Hu Tianxiang fell to his knees with a thud.

Hu Tianxiang was stunned, he didn't feel any external force pressing him, but he just knelt down, and his legs were not controlled at all.

"Dead old man, old man is not dead...... Hu Tianxiang scolded.

"Uneducated, shut up. Dugu Feng sneered.

Hu Tianxiang was shocked and found that his mouth couldn't open, he shouted desperately, but he could only whine.

Li Chengyi hurriedly looked at Hong Hai, who shook his head slightly, indicating that he couldn't help it.

"Palm. Dugu Feng continued.

"Bang, ......" Hu Tianxiang seemed to be slapped by an invisible palm, left and right, one after another, and each stroke was full of strength. Hu Tianxiang's face immediately swollen, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was dripping down.

Once, and again, tick-tock.

The audience could only hear the sound of slapping in the face and dripping blood.

Everyone watched, but no one stepped forward to stop them. As soon as Li Chengyi gritted his teeth, he wanted to force his shot, but he was surprised to find that his hands and feet were imprisoned and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, he realized the horror of the True Human Realm cultivator.

Suddenly, on the hall next to the martial arts stage, two old men appeared, one in black clothes and black hair, and the other in white clothes and white hair, and the two chatted while playing chess.

The black-clothed man said, "In this world, it is so dark that you can't see the road, and some people are dressed in white, and their hearts are also black." ”

Bai Yisuo said: "I deeply feel the same way, bullying the small with the big, bullying the weak with the strong, it's really an old man drinking porridge, shameless and obscene." ”

Dugufeng squinted at the two of them and was silent.

The black-clothed man said, "Okay, get up." ”

Hu Tianxiang suddenly felt that his legs were light, and he stood up again.

Bai Yisuo said: "Don't fight, young people should also be careful when they speak." ”

The invisible slap disappeared, and Hu Tianxiang's mouth opened again.

Dugu Feng snorted, looked at Han Jingyu again, and sneered: "Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, isn't what I said wrong? Isn't it true that you Zixiao Palace are bullying the small with the big and bullying the weak with the strong? Isn't it humiliating the other sects if you allow a third-rate sect to rank among the top ten factions?"

Dugu Feng's words were heartfelt, and the faces of the heads of the other sects also changed, and the eyes of Han Jingyu became complicated.

Han Jingyu just wanted to refute, but Zhou Kun, who had been silent, stepped forward and said earnestly: "The Heavenly Demon Chaos will come in more than a hundred years, and the Xuanzhen Continent is about to usher in a catastrophe, so peace is still precious." In this troubled world, it is still necessary for the various sects to unite as one, and even more so to need the strength of the strong to fight against the heavenly demons. This official thinks that although the Qingyun Sect has made outstanding achievements and sacrificed greatly for my Xuanzhen Continent, its current strength is indeed weak, and it is no longer suitable for them to stay in the Top Ten Sects, and when they recover their strength, they can fight for it again. ”

Zhou Kun, as a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, is not very high, but the weight of his words is very heavy, because his trip is to pass on behalf of the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and what he said is likely to be the meaning of His Majesty the Emperor.

The black-clothed man sneered, the white-clothed man shook his head and sighed, and the two of them disappeared in a flash.