On Yi Yangping's crystal clear sword, with a few rays of light like bright stars in the sky, the blink of an eye shocked all the people present, including the five masters of the Immortal Sword Villa.

You must know that Yi Yangping a few months ago was just a person who had just entered the Four Elephants period. It's only been a long time since Xiuwei has made a leap in quality and quantity, and he has become a master of the Five Elements Period.

Zhuo Ang was also shocked by the changes in front of him, he was praised by his master as a bone wizard, a rare embroidery thread wizard in a hundred years. His cultivation as a genius had just reached the late stage of the Four Elephants, and the Yi Yangping in front of him, who was a few years younger than him, had already reached the Five Elements Stage, which could not help but make Zhuo Ang have mixed feelings.

Zhuo Ang was stunned for a moment, if Yi Yangping took advantage of the void, Zhuo Ang would have been injured under Yi Yangping's sword. However, Yi Yangping did not do this, which shows that he may have a certain grasp of Zhuo Ang, so that Zhuo Ang can escape.

Yi Yangping gently crossed a sword, and with the countless five-star patterns flying, he thought it was a group of fireflies waving their wings, jumping happily.

The cold sword qi woke up Zhuo Ang, who was in a daze, and he hurriedly picked up the sword and crossed Yi Yangping's offensive. The two swords intersected, making a crisp whining sound. It's like two little silver dragons who have just gone to sea, in order to snatch a colorful dragon ball, making an earth-shattering dragon roar.

Zhuo Ang took a step back, and the color on his face became extremely unnatural. In the previous competition, no matter what kind of brothers he met, Zhuo Ang had always maintained a good demeanor. That's because those people's cultivation is too far behind him. Basically, it doesn't take much effort to defeat them.

Now facing this Yi Yangping, Zhuo Ang has already felt from a fight that he is not the opponent of this rising star Yi Yangping's junior brother. Facing Yi Yangping's handsome face without the slightest expression, Zhuo Ang felt powerless.

Yi Yangping didn't give Zhuo Ang time to breathe, he waved the sword in his hand, the sword trembled, like a dragon ready to attack. The sword whimpered, like a cheetah that chooses to devour. The boundless sword shadow pounced on Zhuo Ang, a lowly cultivator, who had been dazzled by his sword qi.

Zhuo Ang bravely met these hundreds, if not thousands, of sword shadows. He couldn't tell the countless sword shadows at all, which one was real and which one was virtual. It is also possible to say that there are sword moves that are all false moves, and it is also possible that these false moves can be turned into real moves at any time, injuring Zhuo Ang under the sword qi. Use his blood and flesh to declare the final victory of the competition.

The sword in Zhuo Ang's hand was inserted into the sword shadow, and the sword shadow in the sky, or rather, the sword rain in the sky, disappeared. Yi Yang took two steps back suddenly, the tip of his sword pointed at Zhuo Ang, and a look of contempt and disdain appeared on his face.

After Zhuo Ang inserted the sword into the sword rain, he suddenly felt empty. It's like a strong man who sees a nasty green-headed fly falling on the ground. In disgust, Hercules raised his fist and slammed it into the nasty creature who was waving his fists on the ground. This punch went down, and there was no wishful sight of the corpse of the fly. When the fly hit it with great strength, it spread its transparent wings and flew into the air, humming a song proudly and flying away.

The power of a thousand jun, one punch into the air, gives people a feeling of emptiness. Now Zhuo Ang has this feeling of emptiness. When he stabbed the air with a sword, he had already felt that Yi Yangping could injure himself under his sword with a sword. However, Yi Yangping did not do this, he took two steps back.

Of course, Zhuo Ang would not think that Yi Yangping would let Zhuo Ang go in order to save his face. From Yi Yangping's contemptuous look, Zhuo Ang seemed to see the old cat's banter about the mouse before he died.

Anyway, today is a loss, Zhuo Ang has already let go, he raised the sword in his hand, with an incomparably powerful sword aura, like a raging storm, towards Yi Yangping.

With such a formation, if it was placed in front of other senior brothers, the six gods who would have been frightened would have been at a loss. However, Yi Yangping was no one else after all, he did not dodge or dodge, raised the sword in his hand, and also drew a sword shadow in the sky to resist Zhuo Ang's crazy offensive.

After a fierce sound of swords intersecting, the sword shadow and sword qi both disappeared. Zhuo Ang's face was pale, and a trace of scarlet blood snaked down the corners of his mouth to his chin. The sword in his hand pointed diagonally, and the body of the sword trembled slightly because of the excitement in his heart. It seems that Zhuo Ang has suffered internal injuries.

Yi Yang was expressionless, and the sword in his hand pointed at Zhuo Ang's eyebrows. As long as he pressed down another three inches, Zhuo Ang would immediately be injured under his sharp sword.

There was a dead silence in the field, and a recognized successor to the owner of the house. Unexpectedly, in front of everyone, he was defeated by the opponent's sword. This kind of deficit is not only unacceptable to the party Zhuo Ang, but even the onlookers and even several elders are difficult to accept such an outcome for a while.

Facing Yi Yangping's viper-like long sword, Zhuo Ang smiled miserably and said, "I lost!"

After speaking, Zhuo Ang regretted two steps, turned around and walked to the stage. At this time, none of the people present spoke. Zhuo Ang seemed to have turned into a twilight hero, and his slow and heavy footsteps seemed to knock on the hearts of everyone in the audience.

After Zhuo Ang walked the ring line, he did not stop, and in the eyes of everyone, he walked to the backyard of Zhongyuan. As for what he was going back to, no one could tell.

The game is not completely over, and there is still one person on the field, standing proudly there. He is Yi Yangping, who has just defeated the idol Zhuo Ang of his senior brothers, and his expression is still unruly, as if he was not engaged in a desperate struggle just now, but just eaten a string of mountain reds with ease.

Yi Yangping glanced at the people in the audience and did not speak. However, everyone knows that he is waiting for a challenge. Looking at his disdainful look, the audience was in an uproar, and they all whispered accusations against Yi Yangping. However, accusations are blamed, but no one dares to stand up. Because the disciples present have cultivated well, and they have only just reached the four-elephant stage. Just now, in the late stage of the Four Elephants, Zhuo Ang, who was known as the future star of Fairy Sword Mountain Villa, was defeated by his sword. The rest of the brothers and sisters, even though they were angry in their hearts, none of them dared to stand up.

"My husband is so good!"

The cheers of a young girl like silver bells shattered the temporary silence. When the little fat man heard this cry, his heart felt as if he had been cut by a knife. It was Qiao Ruyan who spoke, she looked at her husband who had just won, and her eyes shone with a scorching brilliance. She shouted unscrupulously, without considering the mood of the senior brothers present, if she wasn't a woman, and the only daughter of the owner of Xiyuan Garden, I'm afraid someone would have scolded her by now.

Just when everyone was filled with righteous indignation, You Ao glanced at the tense atmosphere in the audience, coughed, and the ring fell silent. Everyone looked at the arrogant owner with tangled eyes, waiting for his speech.

"Is there anyone who has come to challenge Yi Yangping now?"

The majestic voice of You Ao sounded, and along the cold autumn wind, it was sent to everyone's ears. This voice, as if it was a bronze bell hanging in the air, lingered endlessly.

The arrogant voice fell, but no one answered. Because everyone saw clearly in the competition just now, Zhuo Ang is now a cultivator in the Five Elements Period. Even if he is not pleasing to the eye in a thousand ways, no one dares to come to the stage to humiliate himself.

You Ao saw that no one spoke, and there was not a trace of expression on his face, and he could not see the slightest sadness about his beloved disciple's defeat. Perhaps, in the heart of the master of the visiting gate, all the disciples of the villa are treated equally.

You Ao picked up the sword in his hand, this sword had a peculiar shape. There are two dragons on the scabbard paper that snake up, and the position of the dragon's mouth is the position of a pearl on the hilt of the sword. This kind of shape gives people the feeling that there are two dragons playing with pearls.

You Ao opened his mouth and said, "Okay, since there is no one to challenge." Well, I declare ......"

"Wait!"

A deep voice sounded from the audience, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, the little fat man said slowly: "Uncle Shi, I'll try." ”

As he spoke, the little fat man walked towards the front of the stage. When they saw the little fat man, they all recognized him as the winner of the Qiushui Yanling Double Knife who was arguing about the sword in Wuyuan. At that time, the little fat man's cultivation was not in the stream, and later, everyone read that he became a waste man and left Xianjian Villa. What people never expected was that just when the results of this game were about to be announced, the little fat man stood up. Seeing the little fat man, everyone faintly hoped that he could defeat Yi Yangping, who had no one in his eyes.

"Little Fat Brother ......"

Gong Can screamed and looked at the little fat man with some concern. Although, beforehand, he had picked up the little fat man to fight, it was just a joke of his. By the time he saw Yi Yangping's Five Elements Stage cultivation, he was already completely desperate. In his cognition, he had already concluded that among the existing senior brothers, there was no one who was Yi Yangping's opponent.

Now, the little fat man actually responded with a voice, which surprised everyone. Gong Can remembered the friendship during the experience, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, wanting to stop the seemingly foolish behavior of the little fat man.

The little fat man glanced at Gong Can with a smile, nodded slightly, and strode towards the stage. At the same time as going on stage, the little fat man caught a glimpse of Qiao Ruyan out of the corner of his eye, and saw her looking at him in astonishment, like a chicken.

The arrival of the little fat man also surprised the five elders on the stage. Qiao Huacheng was even more surprised, he looked at the little fat man and stopped talking. However, You Ao reacted first, laughed, and said, "Little fat man, you have already obtained the Qiushui Yanling Sword, and now you want to include the Zhuxian Sword in your bag?"

Of course, You Ao's words were just a joke, and the little fat man said respectfully: "The disciple just wants to come and learn from Senior Brother Yi." ”

"Okay, little fat man, I'm optimistic about you!"

In the laughter of the arrogant sect master, the little fat man was already standing in front of Yi Yangping.