The elders and Chen San on the field did not speak, which did not mean that the rest of the sect disciples could see it, and bursts of discussion and buzz came from between them.

"This is a bit shameless, isn't it? Even if the demon beast in Qingyunmen is a little perverted, he can't treat himself as a demon beast against the other party. ”

"That is, the demon beast of Qingyunmen is a little perverted, but if I am a disciple of Shanghemen, I must defeat the other party in a dignified manner to save the honor of my sect. ”

"Cut. To put it lightly, it's not that the two of you are facing that demon beast, how do you two know what people think. ”

"Cut. Don't pay attention to this kid, the two of them are upright gentlemen, and they disdain to be in the company of this villain. ”

In the buzz of discussion outside the ring, the two elders on the stage said at the same time: "Competition, start." Immediately, the outside of the ring was instantly cleared, and the pin drop could be heard.

Under everyone's gaze, Shangheming's disciple named Yu Wei took out the same magic weapon configuration as Li Sanshan before, also holding a tortoiseshell shield and a mace, and injected spiritual power into the mussel shell under his feet with all his strength and quickly swept towards Chen San, intending to continue using the previous strategy.

However, when this Shanghemen disciple got close to Chen San, there must be other back-ups, otherwise Chen San would be covered with a spider web like he had dealt with Li Sanshan before, and it would be another humiliating defeat.

Everyone turned their eyes to Chen San, wondering what Chen San would do.

A cyan wind blade that was nearly zhang long, and the wind spiritual power was flowing and entwined, let out a whistling sound and flew straight towards Yu Qi, this wind scythe technique was actually fifty percent faster than the wind scythe technique that Chen San had used before, and the power was more than twice as strong.

As before, Chen San swiped his halberd again, and a common wind scythe technique followed, and then stroked, and went again.

Some of the disciples opened their mouths blankly and looked at Chen San blankly, with a numb look of watching the monk turn into a demon beast.

Yu Wei, who flew towards Chen San quickly, saw the first wind blade and his heart jumped, his uncle, is this still the wind scythe technique that a monk in the Enlightenment Period can cast?

As Chen San's second wind scythe technique shot out quickly, Yu Yan's eyes moistened, and he felt that the demon beast in Qingyunmen had left his spare strength before, and now he used it all on himself.

After Chen San's Wind Scythe Technique increased in speed and became larger, Yu Yu couldn't calmly dodge and let the Wind Blade slowly approach Chen San to carry out the killer, and now he also wanted to dodge the Wind Blade, but instead retreated far away from Chen San.

Everyone stopped talking, but they basically silently recited a sentence in their hearts: This kid is a demon beast, yes, it is definitely a demon beast, whether it is a demon beast wearing human skin, or a person holding the skin of a demon beast, they are all demon beasts, and its whole family is a demon beast!

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the disciples of the various sects, the people who had this idea seemed to be two of Chen San's several friends in Qingyun Sect, Yan Qingyu and Ding Zhiyuan also had the same expression, looking at Chen San blankly.

In the ring, Chen San saw that Yu Shu avoided himself and stayed away, and immediately poured spiritual power into Wen Yujian under his feet to chase after Yu Shu, and he still didn't stop in his hand.

Yu Wei had not moved his body before, and the distance between him and Chen San was only fifty zhang away at the beginning of the competition, and he retreated sharply shortly after the competition began, but Chen San also caught up immediately.

After a while, Yu Qi could only shrink behind the tortoiseshell shield, and wandered away in embarrassment, and occasionally a powerful cyan wind blade slashed at the shield surface.

One after another, the wind scythe that came with the whistling slashed on the tortoiseshell shield, and there was a loud bang, and bursts of tearing pain spread from Yu's hands holding the shield to his chest, and the slightest crack on the surface of the tortoiseshell shield in Yu's hands gradually emerged.

The woman in palace clothes on the top of Yu sighed lightly, the number of sighs in these two days is comparable to the number of sighs in the past ten years, thinking of this, the woman in palace clothes sighed lightly again, and the slightest words came into everyone's ears, "In the third competition, my disciples in Shanghemen were defeated." ”

As the words entered his ears, Chen San stopped attacking in his hand and quickly retreated.

As for Yu Wei, who was hiding behind the tortoiseshell shield, the tortoiseshell shield trembled slightly, and then he put away his magic weapon and walked quickly outside the ring, but his face was no longer angry, only a look of helplessness and loss.

Chen San jumped out of the ring, ignoring the numb gazes cast by the disciples around him, and still walked in front of Yuan Qingzi with a smile on his face, but he looked at it and didn't say a word.

Chen San was instigated, and he also admitted it, saying that he would also give people the ring, and if he didn't say it, he would also give people the ring, so he simply put down his body and let Yuan Qingzi be at the mercy of it.

Yuan Qingzi looked at Chen San with a smile, and didn't say a word for a long time, his face was smiling, but he was smiling strangely. He was very interested in Chen San now, and he really wanted to study in detail what kind of situation Chen San's mutated physique was, and he actually let Chen San cast such a power comparable to the power of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and it was continuous and instantaneous.

Let's just say that Chen San is Elder Song's apprentice, from Elder Song's offering of spiritual grass is not greedy, let his apprentice see his love for Chen San, and then with Chen San's double spirit root physique, one of them is still a hidden spirit root mutation, such a strange thing that has not happened for thousands or even thousands of years, not to mention whether the cause can be found, even if it can be found out, it is more than this sect has little effect. It was all because of Chen San's peculiar physique, and the chance of appearing was comparable to that of a heavenly spirit root appearing in the immortal cultivation realm.

As mentioned above, Yuan Qingzi was just curious about Chen San, and he would not check on him.

Yuan Qingzi took a closer look, but still didn't see anything abnormal, and then the expression on his face changed, and he said with a wry smile: "Chen San, I think the spiritual power in your body should be able to play again." However, the second chief honestly can't send you to the field again, otherwise Shanghemen will really think that I Qingyunmen bullied them and no one. After finishing speaking, he gestured to Chen San with his eyes.

Chen San, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, was also curious and looked around with Yuan Qingzi's signal.

The disciples of the other three sects of the five sects of the Iron Alliance looked at the disciples of Shanghemen with deep sympathy, looking at Qingyunmen, no, looking at Chen San's gaze, which was looking at a cunning and powerful demon beast that harmed the Quartet, looking like he wanted to annihilate it but was powerless.

The corners of Chen San's mouth twitched, his uncle, this is my, young master! Isn't the culprit next to me, young master? Why did I become the enemy of Shanghemen's sect extermination.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the disciples of Shanghemen, and this exclamation was like a wave, all the way along the disciples of other sects on both sides of Shanghemen, and it did not stop until Chen Sanqing Yunmen disciples.

Feeling the strangeness in the eyes of the disciples of Qingyunmen and other sects, Chen San wailed in his heart: Master, San'er has thanked you!

It turned out that the Shanghemen disciple Yu Qi returned to the disciples of his own sect, because of the look of loss and dejection, under the comfort of many disciples, he reluctantly regained his mentality, took out the previously borrowed magic weapon and returned it.

Unexpectedly, when Yu Yu handed back the tortoiseshell shield, Wan Geng's hand had just touched the shield surface, and under the watchful eyes of the Shanghemen disciples, after a burst of crackling sounds, the tortoiseshell shield that had forcibly resisted Chen Sanfeng's blade had many cracks turned into pieces of tortoiseshell, smashing on the ground and raising bursts of smoke and dust.

Yu Geng, Wan Geng and the others still maintained a handover posture, opened their mouths slightly, and stared blankly at the pieces of turtle shells on the ground, as if they had never heard the exclamations of the disciples beside them.

Seeing that Chen San looked like he was about to go crazy, Yuan Qingzi summoned Yan Qingyu over with a headache and asked him to send Chen San back to the welcome building to rest first.

Yan Qingyu accompanied Chen San to the stone steps down the mountain, until Chen San's back completely disappeared, and all the disciples of the five sects of the Iron Alliance, even the elders, slowly withdrew their gaze.

Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, thought for a moment, then turned his head and thought softly with an elder in the sect.

After Chen San's back disappeared, the two elders of Shanghemen couldn't help but sigh lightly in their hearts and moved their eyes back to the ring. If Chen San continues to come to power, the two of them know that their disciples will be defeated, and they have to elect their disciples to come to power to become Chen San's stepping stone to fame, which is the honor of the sect.

Of course, it is good for Chen San to leave now, after all, such a face-damaging competition of the sect, the two women in palace costumes and the disciples really don't want to come again.

If the disciples of the sect did not dare to come to the stage to face the ridicule of others, the two of them would prefer to let the disciple become a stepping stone for the elite disciple of Qingyunmen to become famous, rather than retreating.

These two ideas are really contradictory.

There were not a few people present who had the idea of the two elders of Shanghemen.

Facing the whistling mountain wind blowing across his face, feeling the tranquility that suddenly transitioned from the hustle and bustle, Chen Saner and the two did not say a word for a long time, tapped the stone steps with their heels, and silently crossed down the mountain.

After a long time, Chen San's teeth were together, and as soon as he wanted to speak, Yan Qingyu seemed to be aware of it, and white silver teeth appeared between his pink lips, and he smiled and said: "When the little third son wants to tell Qingyu, he will naturally tell Qingyu, isn't it." The words seemed to be a question or an answer.

Chen San was slightly stunned, then chuckled, and the two continued to be silent, silently walking together between the world and the world.