On the ninth day of the five-year competition, there was a sudden purple electric light in the ring, and a figure surrounded by electric light fell on the ground of the ring.

A figure flashed beside him, with a slight flick of the sleeves of his robe, a ball of spiritual light waved out and scattered towards the people on the ground, and at the same time said lightly: "In the fifth competition, the disciples of my Zhenshan Sect were defeated. ”

After the electric glow on the person on the ground was expelled, he got up regardless of the pain, looked at the gentle man in front of him, with a guilty look on his face, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the man waving his hand: "It's okay." You've done your best. ”

At this time, Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction standing in front of the Yishan Palace, opened his voice and said, "Today's foundation building period disciple competition is over, although my Zhenshan party is defeated by Qingyunmen, it is also convinced, and I only hope that tomorrow's competition between disciples in the light period can earn back some face." Alright, let's disperse for now. After speaking, he summoned an elder and walked to the Yishan Hall during the conversation.

The disciples of the five sects left the peak one after another.

In the Yishan Palace, Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, sat six people on the left and right sides in front of him, men and women, and most of them were old.

If the total of twelve people on the left and right in front of Zhang Dashan were all elders in the sect, this kind of strength was really much stronger than the eight elders in the Qingyun sect.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall, and the eyes of the twelve people shot towards Zhang Dashan in unison, and the gentle man in the ring before said with a solemn expression: "Master, from what we have seen, it can be concluded that Qingyunmen has indeed produced many elite disciples in recent years. The disciples of the foundation building period of this year's competition have not left their hands, but they are still slightly losing with three defeats and two wins, and the disciples of the foundation building period sent by Qingyunmen now do not know whether they are the strongest people under their disciples. As for tomorrow's disciple competition in the light period, I don't have to guess, just use the disciple of Qingyunmen, as long as the spiritual power is enough, he can completely defeat the disciples of my sect. Such a disciple is enough to top all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect. ”

Zhang Dashan looked indifferent, nodded and said: "You are right, but try not to lose face in the test tomorrow, even if you let the other party win, it must be a miserable victory." For the disciple named Chen San of Qingyun Sect, our sect must go all out. ”

Listening to Zhang Dashan's words, all the elders nodded in agreement.

A hint of hesitation flashed on the gentle man's face at this time, and then his eyes were certain, and he said, "Master, how should our sect respond to the cooperation proposed by the Confucianism sect to our sect?"

Zhang Dashan snorted when he heard this: "Elder Lan, the Confucianism wants to cooperate with our sect, and when the five-year meeting is over, when the return journey is over, all the masters will be sent out to kill the elders and all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect this time, so that the matter of the Qingyun Sect will be greatly damaged." It is undeniable that the Qingyun Sect is very likely to pose a threat to our Zhenshan Sect when the situation is strong in the future, but not now. And now he can directly feel the threat of Qingyunmen is only his departure from Confucianism. Speaking of threats, the activities of the disciples of the Wuhua Pavilion Sect have become more and more frequent recently, and our sect must make more preparations for prevention, but we can't all dictate those sects that have allied with us. ”

One of the twelve elders was about the same age as Zhang Dashan and said, "The head is right. And Elder Lan's heart to protect the door, we also understand. But my Zhenshan faction is the farthest away from Qingyunmen, even if the Qingyunmen's power expands in the future, it will take many years, and by then, our sect may have already passed the current situation of being in a state of lack of success, and is no longer in a passive position to be controlled by others. Moreover, if it is really impossible to destroy all the people of Qingyunmen after cooperating with Confucianism, then let Qingyunmen unite with the other two sects and first destroy Confucianism in the gap between the three sects, it will be the day of great misfortune for our sect. ”

The gentle man who was called Elder Lan was named Lan Xiangran, and he originally wanted to persuade him, but after listening to the elder's words, he sighed and stopped insisting.

Then the people in the temple began to discuss other matters within the gate.

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Looking at the disciples of the Zhenshan Sect who were staring at him on the other side, Yuan Qingzi turned his head to Chen San beside him and teased: "I think that the people of the Zhenshan Sect on the opposite side have saved some face, and they want to let our Qingyunmen come to the stage first, this is really the face of your Chen San." ”

Chen Sangan said with a smile: "The second elder said that he laughed, how can the disciple He De make people pay so much attention to a sect." "At the same time, I slandered in my heart, it wasn't that day that you let the young master and me play three games in a row, and made the young master go to such a field, and now you are making fun of me.

Chen San's mind was confused, but Yuan Qingzi had a change of expression on his face, and said with a smile: "The old man just wants you to be valued so much." Listen, anyway, you have already won three games in a row and frustrated the majesty of Shanghemen before, and now you have to treat everyone equally, and you have to defeat the Zhenshan faction three times in a row. Otherwise, the rest of the sects will think that our sect is against the Shangzhenshan faction. Therefore, either be weak to the end, or be tough to the end, and you, Chen San, are now going to implement your toughness when you were on Shanghemen, and give me a fight to the end!" The opening words were still flat and gentle, and as the tone changed, Yuan Qingzi said with a hideous expression.

Chen San was stunned, and then said solemnly: "Yes, the disciple will definitely live up to the expectations of the elders, and then fight for the Qingyun Sect to make a name for himself." But he muttered in his heart: Anyway, young master, I can fight if I can without exposing myself, and I will fight for Qingyunmen.

Yuan Qingzi turned back to his previous expression and said with a smile: "Then you can go up." After speaking, the whole person slowly floated towards the ring.

Looking at Yuan Qingzi's repeated expressions, how did Chen San feel that he had been sold.

With a slight jump, Chen San got into the ring and walked to the middle.

When the disciples of the Zhenshan Sect saw the young figure jumping out of the Qingyun Gate, the thought of this was really the case flashed in their hearts, and then the crowd was divided, and a man with a masculine face and early twenties jumped into the ring and walked towards Chen San.

Chen San stood still first, watched the man come to him, hugged his fists and said, "Disciple of the middle stage of Qingyunmen's enlightenment, Chen San has seen Daoyou. ”

The masculine man returned a salute, "The disciple of the late stage of the Zhenshan Sect, Zhang Ketu has also seen Daoyou. After speaking, the two of them stepped back at the same time, and after fifty feet each, they immediately turned back to look at each other.

Previously, when the Water Xing Sect faced the Shangzhen Mountain Sect, when Chen San saw the masculine man appear to face off with the disciples of the Water Xing Sect, it took a lot of effort to defeat the other party.

After the peak of the day, Yuan Qingzi specially summoned Chen San over and told him that this man did not use his true strength when he competed on the stage, thinking that no matter whether it was effective or not, he had to do a good job on the surface, and it was very likely that this man would be the one who took the stage when Chen San came to power.

Now it seems that Yuan Qingzi was not bad that day.

Thinking of this, Chen San's heart was tightly raised, and he stared at the other party for a moment, he couldn't lose, he could only win, and he could only win, or he would be defeated.

The two elders above the ring withdrew their gazes from their respective sects, and after glancing at each other, they said in unison: "Competition, start." ”

As soon as the elder's words fell, Chen San successively took out Wen Yujian and Li Qingdun, and repeated the old skills of the past against Zhang Ketu, driving Wen Yujian under his feet to quickly move up the ring, and the halberd finger in his hand drew out the Dao Dao Evergreen Wind Blade. However, Chen San did not step forward to suppress it in the wandering room, but tried to distance himself as much as possible, attacking and observing first before making plans.

Zhang Ketu, a disciple of the Zhenshan faction, took out a sword with a fierce bird shape that flapped its wings and flew at the hilt, but it was supposed to be the head of the bird, but it was a green mang, more than three feet straight, and the sword-shaped magic weapon with a very unique shape was hidden under his feet, and he pinched several complex hands in a row before he shot a spiritual light on the sword body.

As soon as the spirit entered the sword body, the sword-shaped magic weapon immediately trembled, and Zhang Ketu still maintained a pinching posture, and the spirit in his fingers was never interrupted.

The sword-shaped magic weapon no longer trembled and calmed down, and after Zhang Ketu stopped shooting out the spiritual light, in the whistling sound, a sharp wind blade that Chen San had sent out earlier was less than five zhang away in front of him.

When Yuan Qingzi, who was above the ring, took out the sword-shaped magic weapon from Zhang Ketu, he frowned lightly, said lightly, and said in his heart: The remnant magic weapon Qingluan Sword? Interesting, interesting, it seems that the Zhenshan faction is planning to lose face and also drag my Qingyunmen into the water together. Since there is one, then there must be two, and this disciple of the Zhenshan Sect may still have a remnant magic weapon on his body, but I don't know how many pieces he has carried. As for Chen San, this kid, I'm afraid there will be trouble in this competition.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and in the surprised eyes of Chen San and many sect disciples, Zhang Ketu's figure flashed into a flowing shadow, and quickly let the wind sickle shoot towards Chen San.

Moving forward quickly, Zhang Ketu patted his waist and went out to take out an aura pill and swallowed it, and then took out a giant shield with an earthy yellow surface like a clay sculpture and a silver-white ring-shaped magic weapon.

Zhang Ketu made such a repeated move, Yuan Qingzi in the sky above the ring shook his head again and again, with a very strange look on his face, and the disciple of the Zhenshan Sect not only took out as many as three remnant magic weapons, but also carried an extremely expensive tonic elixir with him, if he still lost to this sect under these advantageous conditions, it would be a big loss.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qingzi raised his gaze and shot towards Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan Sect in front of the Yishan Palace, which allowed a disciple in the Enlightenment Period to have three remnant magic weapons to fight, and possess a seven-grade elixir such as the Replenishing Spirit Pill to replenish the spiritual power consumed by the use of the remnant magic weapon at any time, and it was impossible without the approval of the master.

The elders of the various sects who thought of being in the same place with Yuan Qingzi all focused their eyes on Zhang Dashan.

There was no expression on his face, only Zhang Dashan, whose eyes were turning with the two of them in the ring, looked at the restrained gazes cast by the elders of the various sects as if he had never felt it, and he still looked at himself.

After getting the information they wanted from Zhang Dashan's face, the elders of the various sects turned their eyes back to the competition between the two disciples in the ring.

Zhang Ketu was holding the clay giant shield in front of him, which was no less than Wan Geng's tortoiseshell shield, holding a ring and quickly closing the distance with Chen San. While advancing, the clay sculpture giant shield that was shattered at the touch of the Buddha was really unable to avoid the wind blade in front of Zhang Ketu, and the earthy yellow spirit was flourishing, easily knocking away the wind blade, and continuing to go with Zhang Ketu.

When Chen San was close, and after the Wind Scythe was dense and difficult to dodge, another ring remnant magic weapon in Zhang Ke's hand was lightly thrown out under the spiritual power that had already been infused with spiritual power.

After the ring flew out, the ring shook slightly, and a huge ring phantom with a circle of three zhang square appeared, and the ring spun rapidly towards the wind blade.

One by one, the wind scythe technique was either directly knocked into a spiritual light by the phantom of the ring, or scattered to the side in two parts, destroying and decaying, and after continuously tearing and cutting off nearly ten wind blades, the ring was exhausted more than thirty zhang away before it was exhausted.

Looking at Zhang Ketu who took back the ring with a look of pity, Chen San's heart was slightly cold, and he thought quickly.