Xuanyuan Xiang knew that Aoba Zhenren also knew the grievances between the Changfeng Dart Bureau and the Divine Leg Gate, but Aoba Zhenren wanted to use this excuse to make himself have no way to take revenge, "Oh? I don't know what the real person said is different." ”

Of course, in addition to Xuanyuan Xiang, there are many people who are also very interested, after all, although the competition in previous years is all to the point, but the winning side is to win the glory of their own sect after all, if they can win some of the big factions, maybe their own sect will also enter the ranks of famous sects, Aoba Zhenren just hesitated, " You all know that the ancestors of each faction originally set this martial arts competition to let the disciples of this sect know that there are many powerful people in the world, and not to be arrogant because of some small achievements, so as to waste martial arts;

After listening to Aoba Zhenren's words, Xuanyuan Xiang knew that it was deliberately set because of the grudge between himself and the Divine Leg Gate, but looking at the people around him, they all nodded, after all, the winning side of the previous competition was easy to say, but if the losing side lost his own people in front of his disciples, who would object to this way of not only preserving his reputation but also achieving his goal? Xuanyuan Xiang knew that if he objected again, it would be fruitless, and if he couldn't make a plan, Xuanyuan Xiang would have another plan; after thinking about it, Xuanyuan Xiang also returned with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Since the real person has decided so, it will be based on the real person, and I have no opinion on the Changfeng Dart Bureau." ”

Hearing Xuanyuan Xiang agree so readily, he was a little surprised, but after thinking about it left and right, he didn't come up with anything missing, so he had to take it as his own illusion, Aoba Zhenren waved his hand and let the Wudang disciples take everyone down the sword platform.

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The night is gradually rising, there is a dim sky between heaven and earth, although it has reached the middle of spring, but there is still a little more chill on Wudang Mountain, Xuanyuan Xiang stood in the courtyard where the Changfeng Dart Bureau is located, looking at a towering pine in the middle of the courtyard, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath of the late night, and there was a tide in the cold, so that his brain was sober for a while, dressed in a robe, and stood with his hands in the distance, which should be the place where the Wudang disciples lived, or the lights were bright, just when he was about to fall into some kind of memory, suddenly a sound of breaking the sky flew in, for this kind of thing Xuanyuan Xiang had been prepared before going to Wudang, neither frightened but with a relieved smile on his face, just when the sword blade was about to pierce Xuanyuan Xiang, Xuanyuan Xiang moved, "Phantom Seven Steps" is worthy of the top footwork of martial arts, Zhang Yuanting didn't see Xuanyuan Xiang's figure clearly at all, only felt that his sword blade pierced the air, and then swept towards Xuanyuan Xiang's moving figure with a wave of the air.

When the two were fighting, four figures stood quietly in the shadows not far from the courtyard where the Changfeng Dart Bureau was located, and they were all watching the fierce battle in the field, "Aoba Zhenren, although your disciple has good martial arts, I'm afraid this heart will be embarrassing." It was a woman who spoke, but it was dark and difficult to discern.

"Hmph!" Just after the female voice fell, a somewhat angry voice sounded, "Mrs. Shi, no matter how you say this, it's my Wudang business, don't worry too much about the teacher, I will punish him for this Yuanting." "This voice should be Wudang's Aoba Zhenren, and the previous female voice is the Han Zhi Shitai of the Emei faction.

"Real person, don't blame me for talking too much, your heart is unstable, it's been so long, and you're still thinking about the things of the day, this belly is a little too small. There was a hint of worry in Master Hanzhi's words, but to Aoba Makoto, it sounded as if he was mocking.

"Hmph!" Aoba Zhenren waved his sleeves a little angrily, "Shitai, didn't the four of us come here to touch the bottom of this Yunxiang? Now Yuanting first try his martial arts, isn't it?" Seeing that Master Han Zhi had been mocking himself with Zhang Yuanting's matter, Qingye Zhenren was somewhat unable to hang up, so he had to make up an excuse to explain.

"Amitabha, the real person and the master don't quarrel here according to the old man, do you think that Wudang kid is going to be defeated?"

"The old man is clumsy, he just thinks that the cloud boy's body method is very strange, so far he has not made a move, but he can resolve all the attacks of the Yuanting boy, which shows the wonder of this body method. The old man standing on the outermost side of the four slowly walked out of the shadows, watching Xuanyuan Xiang's every move without turning his eyes, the old man's white beard had hung down to his chest, if he didn't speak, he would be like an old man who was slowly old, it was difficult for people to contact him was the abbot of Putian Shaolin - Master Jieyuan.

Hearing the conversation between these two masters, Aoba Zhenren was shocked, and hurriedly put his eyes back on the field, sure enough, Zhang Yuanting had exhausted his martial arts skills, but he still didn't touch Xuanyuan Xiang at all, as this situation became more and more timely, Zhang Yuanting's face became more and more ugly, he himself knew that he was not Xuanyuan Xiang's opponent, but that Yunxiang was too hateful, and he defused his offensive with just one set of methods, and he could obviously defeat himself but he never made a move, making himself so ugly, Zhang Yuanting's heart had already determined that Xuanyuan Xiang was deliberately humiliating himself。

Yes, Xuanyuan Xiang avoided Zhang Yuanting's attack with the subtlety of "Phantom Seven Steps", but he only had this body, and Xuanyuan Xiang knew that he was not as good as Zhang Yuanting, looking at Zhang Yuanting in front of him as if he was trying to find himself desperately, Xuanyuan Xiang really didn't know if he rashly disrupted his footwork, revealing a flaw and being caught by Zhang Yuanting, he would be killed by Zhang Yuanting like this, so Xuanyuan Xiang could only use "Phantom Seven Steps" came to flee for his life, but he didn't dare to make a move.

Seeing that Zhang Yuanting hadn't touched the corners of Xuanyuan Xiang's clothes for so long, Aoba Zhenren's face became not very good-looking, and he flew out at the moment and shouted in the air, "Yuanting, what are you doing?" ”

Hearing the aoba real person's drinking, the faces of the two of them changed, Zhang Yuanting also found a chance to stop in time, his face was blue and white and retreated to the side, Xuanyuan Xiang also fell down, and hugged his fist at the Aoba real person, "real person"

Zhang Yuanting over there knew that he couldn't escape, so he had to bite the bullet, "Master"

Zhang Yuanting's voice had not yet fallen, but Qingye Zhenren was the first to speak, "Yuanting, you have thought about the cliff face, and you are not allowed to think about the cliff without my permission, otherwise I will drive you out of Wudang." Qingye Zhenren didn't have the slightest chance to give Zhang Yuanting an explanation; that Zhang Yuanting also glanced at his master in surprise, but knew that what the master said had always been a good word, and there was no room for change, so he had to respond and glared at Xuanyuan Xiang fiercely and turned to leave; Xuanyuan Xiang saw Zhang Yuanting's vicious gaze at the end, but he showed a helpless smile, "Real person, do you think I live too comfortably, and deliberately give me more enemies?"