As soon as the disciples finished their morning class, they heard a commotion at the foot of the mountain, and the voices of people were like boiling and thunder. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info plus the echo of the mountain, coming from layer to layer, it seems that the trees in the mountains are trembling, rubbing between the leaves, making a 'rustling' sound. On the side of the sword arena, the ancient yellow bell seemed to be vibrating slightly.

Listening to this movement, there are only a thousand people who come down the mountain. What is the intention of the Kunlun faction to make such a big noise? Is it true that Cheng Cheng wants to humiliate me by competing with the sword today? Or is he still going to force the mountain gate and destroy my sect? The sword-wielding elder kicked in his heart, led all the disciples, took a solemn position, and waited for the battle. Several Dao boys hurriedly rushed to inform the real person in charge.

Next to the ancient yellow majestic clock, a young man in a pear blossom white robe also heard the movement under the mountain and stood up. The angular face was not moving, but the light in the starry eyes was shining, and it seemed that under the surprise, there was a slight nervousness. After all, this was the first time he had actually faced an enemy with a sword.

The morning breeze blew, the hem of the pear blossom white robe fluttered slightly, and the sleeves also swayed lightly with the wind, but the young man in the robe had a bundle of Qi Shun's black hair that hung down quietly, not messy at all. Looking at the blue water Longyuan Sword lying quietly beside him, Zhong Yunlang's heart swelled with an inexplicable excitement, the soldiers are coming to block the water and cover the earth, this first battle with the sword must be won.

The noise was getting closer, and I could only hear a loud shout in front of the gate: "The Kunlun faction came to worship the mountain." "The sound of the words was as loud as thunder, and the word 'mountain' at the end of the sentence was shouted particularly heavily, and the big bell made a 'bang' sound. Zhong Yunlang stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the bell, and the big bell returned to calm, not moving, as if it had been silent for a thousand years. Zhong Yunlang was overjoyed in his heart: "The Six Yang Snow Melting Gong is really wonderful, and my control over the internal force at this moment is far from being comparable to the past." ”

Before the joy was over, I heard the shouts sound again, one after another.

"The people of Heimuling Gate are here to worship the mountain!"

"The people of the Burial Sword Valley Gate are here to worship the mountain!"

"The thirty-six villages in southern Yunnan follow Kunlun and come together!" "The factions in Western Xinjiang have heard the prestige of the Central Plains for a long time, and they come to pay their respects today!"

Zhong Yunlang suddenly realized: "No wonder there are thousands of people here, and these many evil sects have come together." ”

The sword-wielding elder's face sank, and he snorted angrily: "The evil demon outer path has actually come to defile my Dao Sect treasure land. Hearing the shouts getting closer and closer, the sword-wielding elder was furious, and was about to order all the junior disciples to form a sword formation to defend against foreign enemies. was softly stopped by a person, and he was in charge of the real person.

"You don't have to form a formation, just open the mountain gate. Liu Zhangjiao's expression was indifferent, swaying lightly, with a dignified and peaceful atmosphere. "Qingfeng, you go and open the mountain gate. Mingyue, you go and invite the heads of the major factions to come, and say that today's swordsmanship competition will start immediately. ”

There are orders from the real people in charge, and there is no disobedience from the top and bottom of the city. A Taoist boy named Qingfeng ran over and opened the mountain gate. The overwhelming crowd poured into the view, and the momentum was very arrogant, which frightened Qingfeng's little face pale.

Mingyue's small feet were also very fast, and she ran to the south wing room and informed the heads of the factions. The heads of the various factions ordered their disciples to come straight to the sword field.

When the breeze and the bright moon came to return to the real person in charge, the two parties were gathering on the square. The huge Wangcheng sword arena was originally extremely wide, but today it is also crowded. On the Kunlun faction's side, there are 'Heimuling', 'Burial Sword Valley', 'Thirty-six Villages in Southern Yunnan' and 'Western Xinjiang Factions', which are naturally huge.

On the side of the various factions in the Central Plains, there are also a lot of people, and it turns out that in the three days that Zhong Yunlang has been practicing swords, the various sects and factions that have come to participate in the Hero Conference have also come one after another.

"Zhengyang League, Beggar Gang, Kongtong, Wuyue Faction...... The Green Dragon Gang, the ...... of the Golden Snake Cliff" Yan Ruyu appeared behind Zhong Yunlang at some point, and was calculating: "It seems that except for Shaolin, all the factions in the Central Plains are almost here." ”

Zhong Yunlang saw that he was like a treasure, and said with a smile: "I have been handling cases and taking people, and I have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and I can't recognize all the sects and factions, how do you know everything?"

Yan Ruyu said with a smile: "There is a golden house in the book, and if you read more books, you will know everything." ”

Zhong Yunlang also smiled: "There is also you Yan Ruyu in the book." Yan Ruyu arched her hand, made a gesture towards Zhong Yunlang, and said with a smile: "I have won the award." The two of them burst into laughter, but they were all drowned out in the noise of people, and they couldn't tell the difference.

The two of them can still talk and laugh here, but the disciples of the Wangcheng audience can break their legs, move the seats, and let everyone sit on the futon. After moving back and forth a few times, there were not enough chairs in Wangchengguan, so I had to hold some round stones and line them up densely on the sidelines. The heads of the various factions and the leaders of the various gangs still have seats, and the disciples have to sit on the stones, and some even sit on the ground. After the tea bowls were distributed, I had to use rice bowls and vegetable bowls to serve tea.

Yan Ruyu pulled Zhong Yunlang's cuffs: "Brother Zhong, this Kunlun faction gathered so many people to come, thinking that you will be defeated today, and you want to cut the face of Wangchengguan, and you can also shame the Central Plains martial arts." Zhong Yunlang nodded: "Well, we must not let them succeed." Yan Ruyu smiled: "However, there is also an advantage." ”

Zhong Yun Langqi said: "What are the benefits?" Yan Ruyu said: "If Brother Zhong wins in one fell swoop, then this battle will be shocking and famous all over the world." ”

Zhong Yunlang smiled and shook his head, but did not answer.

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I only heard Liu Zhangjiao's clear whistle, and the field suddenly fell silent. Liu Zhangjiao's voice naturally contains profound internal force, but recently he has continuously supported Zhong Yunlang's sword practice, and the internal force contained in the voice is inevitably greatly discounted, but it is enough to calm the audience.

"Today's sword competition was originally a disciple taught by the Kunlun Sect and me, and the private appointment to fight, should be extremely simple. But during the period of the Heroes Conference, it is really a great blessing for me to be able to gather the heroes. Liu Zhangjiao's clothes were fluttering, standing in front of the majestic and solemn main hall, showing the fairy wind and bones. Everyone looks at it and respects it.

After some presentations, the sword competition officially began.

Zhang Ning picked up a few sword flowers and stepped into the entrance. The audience is full of clear-eyed people, seeing this sword flower, it is known that his swordsmanship is already very hot, and he secretly praises it in his heart. 'Zhong Yunlang's footsteps are ingenious, flying into the entrance, the robe is like a pear blossom in the wind, and the blue water Longyuan sword in his hand is still in the scabbard, but it can't hide the aura of this sword. Everyone also secretly praised in their hearts: "What a handsome young man, what a sword for the town religion, the sword is matched with a hero, suitable!"

Yan Ruyu looked around the field, Mu Wangye sat in the center of Zhengyang League's seat, looked at the two people in the field, his expression was solemn, and the tea bowl in his hand stopped and did not send it to his mouth. Yang Yuankai and Deng Huwei also came, but the two of them had no seats, so they were only crowded away from the periphery, and they kept looking in. Yan Ruyu felt disgusted when he saw Wang Xiangye's people, and he didn't want to look at it anymore, so he folded his fan and shook it, walked to the seat of the beggar gang, and sat down next to Elder Qin.

(To be continued)