In the ring, the vigorous figure of the old man of the Sword Saint appeared, he habitually carried his hands behind his back, and his face still had a kind and very friendly smile, as if there was no one in the world, and nothing could make him angry. As we all know, the Old Man of the Sword Saint is a highly respected Sword Sect Grandmaster, and his noble personality is as admirable as his profound cultivation. At the same time, he is also a senior who values the younger generation very much, and in summary, it is only natural that the city lord invited him to be the host of the Young Heroes Conference.

"The second round of the Young Heroes Conference Challenge is about to begin, and the winner of the conference, Miss Ziyan, will face off against Xue Yunchong, a disciple from Qingyun Gate. The old man of the Sword Saint announced in a loud voice, and as soon as the words fell, there was a small commotion in the audience.

Many people were deeply impressed by Xue Yunchong's performance in the ring yesterday, and their memories were still fresh, and when they heard his name and origin, many people began to whisper about it.

"I heard that Qingyunmen was bloodied and no longer exists, so I wonder if the news is reliable?" said someone in the crowd.

Someone immediately responded: "I can't see such amazing news fake, who has nothing to do to spread rumors about this kind of thing?" I believe that it will never be groundless, even if Qingyunmen is not destroyed, I think it will not be far from ten." ”

"That is, Qingyun Gate is also a gate sect in the sky, the head of Liuyun Zhenren has a dignified style, takes the demon defense as his own responsibility, and has a frank life, but he didn't expect to be so ended, it's a pity!"

"I heard that this Xue Yun Chong is the elite of the Mountain Gate, it seems that it is true, and the heavy responsibility of the revival of the Qingyun Gate will fall on him in the future. ”

"Hey, it's easy for a sect to decay, but it's not easy to revive? Besides, this little brother is no more than twenty years old, and he still has a long way to go, maybe he has other plans?"

"Men have lofty aspirations, and they don't have to revive the sect. ”

"Anyway, looking at this little brother's talent, he should be the winner of this conference. ”

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For a while, there was a lot of discussion, gossip, but most of them revolved around Qingyunmen and Xueyunchong. Xue Yunchong appeared in the midst of a cacophony of human speech, and when he slowly walked into the ring with a long sword on his back, the eyes of everyone present were almost attracted by him, so much so that they snubbed Ziyan, the winner of this conference.

The contestants all stood in the ring, Ziyan in a yellow dress on one side, and Xue Yunchong with a long sword on the other, both of them looked relatively relaxed, and they did not have the fighting spirit of life and death.

After the old man of the Sword Saint announced the start of the game, Zi Yan's expression suddenly became solemn, without saying a word, he kicked the ground with both feet, his body spun up sharply, the jade bowl was raised, and a gust of wind was waved in his right palm, and he pressed towards Xue Yunchong.

Xue Yun rushed to his feet, and his body quickly slid backwards, avoiding Ziyan's swift palm. Immediately afterwards, Ziyan slapped more than ten palms in a row, and the palm wind was as dense as a shower, but it couldn't hurt Xue Yunchong. Xueyun Chong's body fluttered like a puff of smoke, and his reaction was agile, and his speed was really amazing.

"Why don't you draw your sword?" Zi Yan asked coldly as she attacked.

"No, I don't have to. Xue Yunchong dodged and responded.

"Look down on people again!" Zi Yan was furious, and a palm fell from the top of Xueyun Chong's head.

"Boom!", the ring was blown out of a big crater, and it was still empty.

"You have a wound on your body, and I don't use a sword for the sake of fairness, and I don't mean to look down on the girl. Xue Yunchong hurriedly explained.

Zi Yan stopped talking, her moving body speed up sharply, her palm strength doubled, and her figure moved rapidly, clashing back and forth, as if more than ten doppelgangers tightly surrounded the snow clouds at the core, forming a battle of trapped beasts.

Xue Yunchong only blindly defended and dodged, and didn't fight back at all, and after a while, he was suddenly a little dizzy by Ziyan's disappearing figure, and he had been hit several times by his body if he was not careful. Although Ziyan attacked successfully, she failed to pose a threat to Xue Yunchong, and she also knew that with this kind of offensive intensity, she would not be able to crush her opponent at all, or even put pressure on her opponent.

Since Xue Yunchong has cultivated the Concentration Technique, both the defensive system and the offensive system are not what they used to be, attacking and defending, fighting and resisting, it is really reborn, and it feels very wonderful. And now his cultivation of the Condensation Technique has not yet broken through the third layer, once he breaks through the eighth layer and reaches the peak, its power is really unimaginable. In fact, with Qiu Hongye's cultivation, he was enough to be proud of the others, and his condensation technique cultivation had only reached the fifth layer, and the higher he went, the longer the cultivation time consumed, the more difficult it was to break through. It is precisely because of this that Qiu Hongye was eager for revenge at the beginning, and excessive practice led to the chaos of true qi in the body, resulting in blindness and even longevity. And now, Xue Yunchong is also burdened with a deep hatred of the sea of blood, to avenge this, he must strengthen his own cultivation, as for what kind of fire he can practice the condensation technique, it all depends on his own spiritual roots and creation.

Xue Yunchong didn't want to fight senselessly, but when he was almost out of breath by Ziyan's stronger attacks, his fighting spirit suddenly burned. He did not draw his sword, but flew with his right foot.

With one foot flying, Xingfei shot at Ziyan's lower abdomen. At the moment when Ziyan changed her move, the imposing palm had not yet been punched, and her stomach had already eaten a solid kick. This kick seems random, but it is extremely precise and powerful. Hearing Ziyan's scream of pain, her body spun and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

Xue Yunchong was also taken aback when he saw this, and secretly complained, he didn't expect that this kick actually seemed to have the strength of a thousand catties, otherwise Ziyan would not be so painful.

The expression on Ziyan's face was not only painful, but she also spat out a mouthful of blood from her mouth, lying on the ground, unable to support herself for a while.

Xue Yunchong hurriedly caught up, helped Ziyan up, and said to himself, "It's all my fault, how do you feel?"

Zi Yan's face was a little pale, the corners of her bloody mouth were slightly upturned, and she smiled silently, "You...... Won. After saying that, he closed his eyes and fainted.

"Miss Ziyan!" Xue Yunchong was shocked, and hurriedly probed Ziyan's snort, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately picked her up and walked off the stage.

When the old man of the Sword Saint saw this scene, he hurriedly came to the stage to speak a few words, signaled that the game was interrupted, and then rushed off the stage as well, wanting to see how Ziyan's injuries were.

Ziyan's internal injuries yesterday did not heal, and she used her true qi again, and she was injured and injured, but fortunately, the old man of the Sword Saint treated her, and her body was fine, but she was still very weak and needed to rest more. The old man of the Sword Saint said to Xue Yunchong afterwards: "Yunchong, I see that your strength is extraordinary, and you have the style of a general, are you willing to go to the ring to accept the challenge of the heroes?"

Xue Yun said: "To be honest, I didn't plan to go on stage, it was just a fluke to win Miss Ziyan, and she was injured in battle, this is not difficult to count, the winner is still her, I am just an outsider, so I don't have to go on stage." ”

The old man of the Sword Saint asked again, "Don't you want to win the championship?"

"Never thought about it. Xue Yunchong could only wave his hand and deny it.

The Sword Saint smiled and bowed slightly: "You are indeed a very special young man, it should be easy to win the championship with your strength, but you don't care about it." Some people can't hate it, they can only say that everyone has their own ambitions, and this can't be forced, I respect your choice. ”

"Thank you for your understanding, and your juniors are moved. Xue Yun rushed to the Sword Saint and hugged his fist to thank him, adding a little admiration to the unfathomable strength of the old man in front of him.

"However, now that Miss Ziyan can't participate, the challenge is not over yet, and no one is guarding it, do you have a high opinion?" the Sword Master lowered his head and muttered a little, then looked at Xue Yunchong again, and asked for his advice.

Xue Yunchong thought for a moment and said, "I don't dare to do it, I don't think this challenge will be carried out, if there is a challenger who should have stood up yesterday, there is no need to wait until today." Ziyan deserves to win the championship, as long as the Sword Saint seniors maintain the original verdict, no one dares to object. ”

The Sword Saint's eyes flickered, and he groaned a little, so he had to nod slightly: "It seems that there is no way to do it, because the incident happened suddenly, the old man was also unexpected." However, it is gratifying that there were no too many casualties in this conference, and it can be regarded as a complete end. ”

"In fact, it doesn't matter who the champion is, the important thing is to let the conference provoke the enthusiasm of the younger generation to practice martial arts, so that more capable people can devote themselves to the ranks of the Demon Destroyer, I believe this is also the result that the Sword Saint predecessor you expect. Xue Yunchong Zhengrong said.

"What you said is right, if only there were more young people like you who have the ability and a sense of justice on the vast land of Shenzhou!" "The Sword Saint had extremely high expectations for Xue Yunchong and said with great appreciation.

"The seniors have won the award, and the matter of eliminating the demon and defending the way is originally a matter for those who practice martial arts, and there is nothing to praise. Xue Yunchong said lightly.

"Well, it's best if you think so. The Sword Saint patted Xue Yunchong's shoulder lightly, and continued: "Miss Ziyan will be handed over to you to take care of, I will deal with the affairs of the conference now, and I will talk to you in detail when I have time." ”

"You can get busy, Ziyan can be taken care of by me. Xue Yun rushed towards the Sword Saint and arched his hand, and after watching him leave, he returned to the room to take care of Ziyan, who was injured and bedridden.