Early the next morning, Mu Wufeng came to the scene of the conference competition, the Holy Sword Sect competition venue.

This Holy Sword Sect competition ground covers a vast area, and there are many small stone seats on a huge stone seat, and this small stone seat is naturally for sword fighters to test.

But even with so many competition venues, it is impossible to complete the competition at one time, and the swordsmen of the same quality sword vein can only be put in a group for competition. In this way, it will not cause too many people to compete at one time, and make the competition relatively fair.

Mu Wufeng was detected as a blue mid-grade sword vein, so he was naturally assigned to the group of blue sword veins.

Even in the golden sword vein, Mu Wufeng was fearless, not to mention a small blue sword vein, he was even less interested, just standing with his hands behind his back and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Suddenly, a jade hand slapped on the back of Mu Wufeng's head, causing him some displeasure. He turned his face indifferent, frowned and turned around, and a shadow appeared in front of him, and this shadow was Ding Zitong.

Seeing Mu Wufeng's eyes staring at him, Ding Zitong's face was slightly red, and he pouted again and said, "Hey, I heard that you were assigned to the group of blue sword veins, it's a pity." ”

This Ding Zitong obviously also knew that what Mu Wufeng detected was a blue mid-grade sword vein, but she had learned Mu Wufeng's strength, and it was far from being as simple as it seemed.

Mu Wufeng nodded expressionlessly and did not speak.

Looking at Mu Wufeng's indifferent expression that hadn't changed since he woke up from a coma, Ding Zitong secretly said in his heart: "You are still pretending to be cold with this group, and see how Miss Ben cleans you up after entering the Holy Sword Sect." ”

Feeling that Ding Zitong beside him was a little dissatisfied, Mu Wufeng could only ask coldly, "What kind of sword vein are you?"

Seeing that this Mu Wufeng finally took the initiative to speak to himself, Ding Zitong snorted lightly and said, "Miss Ben is a golden inferior sword vein, how about it, I'm afraid." ”

Mu Wufeng shook his head lightly again, obviously he wouldn't take this golden inferior sword vein to heart.

Ding Zitong was so angry by Mu Wufeng's indifferent expression that he had to grit his silver teeth lightly and stand next to Mu Wufeng and secretly get angry.

But the surrounding swordsmen didn't know what really happened to Mu Wufeng and Ding Zitong, they only saw that the eldest lady of the Holy Sword Sect, who had never been interested in them male swordsmen, actually took the initiative to talk to a swordsman with a blue sword vein, and was willing to stand beside him, which made many swordsmen cast hostile glances at Mu Wufeng.

Mu Wufeng also found these malicious glances, and could only shake his head helplessly.

At this time, the voice of the elder of the Holy Sword Sect resounded throughout the competition room: "Now I announce that the competition has officially begun, and the players in their respective groups are invited to prepare for the competition." ”

This competition is ranked according to the degree of the sword vein, from low to high, so the blue mid-grade sword vein where Mu Wufeng is located is the first group to go up to the competition.

The rules of this competition are very simple, as long as the opponent's life is not harmed, either side leaves the competition table, it is counted as a loss, and the winning side waits for the winner of the other groups to continue the competition until the strongest person with the quality of the sword vein is determined.

The blue mid-grade sword vein is the lowest sword vein required to enter the Holy Sword Sect. There are about 10,000 people who meet the requirements of the Holy Sword Sect, and the swordsmen in the blue mid-grade sword vein only account for a small part of them, so after a while, it will be Mu Wufeng's turn.

The elder who presided over the competition shouted, "Next, Mu Wufeng." ”

Mu Wufeng was also in a vertical shape, and jumped onto the stone platform. Jumping up at the same time as Mu Wufeng was a swordsman with the strength of a fifth-grade sword master, named He Long.

The fifth-grade sword master, for the person with the blue mid-grade sword vein, is extremely rare in this time period, and he can be called the best among the swordsmen of this quality, so it is inevitable that there will be some arrogance.

Then He Long looked at Mu Wufeng with disdain and said, "Go down by yourself, don't find hardships by yourself, you are not my opponent at all." ”

The reason why he dared to say such a thing was because He Long felt that Mu Wufeng only had the strength of a fourth-grade sword master.

And Mu Wufeng's body only exuded the secret of a fourth-grade sword master, and the black sword tower pendant he was carrying. This kind of effect was only explored by Mu Wufeng last night.

Mu Wufeng's lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word, just standing in place with his hands behind his back, letting his silver hair flutter in the air.

He Long saw that Mu Wufeng didn't seem to hear what he said, and he was furious for a while, and when he pulled out his sword, he stabbed at Mu Wufeng with a sharp sword qi.

Mu Wufeng's eyes were unwavering, and he didn't seem to feel this burst of sword qi.

And the people in the audience were also very puzzled when they saw Mu Wufeng standing motionless.

"This Mu Wufeng shouldn't be stupid, right?"

"It's possible, I'm so scared that I can't move, hahaha. ”

Some of the spectators watched the excitement, but Mu Wufeng ignored them.

The sword qi that was coming towards Mu Wufeng had already reached Mu Wufeng's eyes, Mu Wufeng slowly pulled out his sword, only injected a sword qi into the Fire Spirit Sword, and waved the Fire Spirit Sword lightly, colliding with the majestic sword qi that attacked.

The majestic sword qi that came from the attack collided with the Fire Spirit Sword in the air, and in just a moment, that sword qi was pierced by the Fire Spirit Sword and disappeared into the heavens and the earth.

As soon as Mu Wufeng's mind moved, the sword qi on the fire spirit sword stabbed towards He Long, He Long held the sword with both hands, and the sword qi in his body converged on the sword in this hand, intending to resist this sword qi.

"Bang!"

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the sword in He Long's hand had already broken, and he himself was shocked out by the shock wave of the power of the sword qi, and he fell heavily to the spot, spitting blood from his mouth.

He Long saw Mu Wufeng as if he had seen a monster, and hurriedly fled from the competition arena with a rolling belt, not daring to stay for half a moment.

The surrounding swordsmen were in an uproar. That Ding Zitong watched Mu Wufeng win lightly from the audience, and his beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

This is the elder of the Holy Sword Sect who also announced the results of the competition: "In this battle, Mu Wufeng won. Please take a break and wait for the next competition. ”

After Mu Wufeng heard this, he also jumped back to Ding Zitong's side.

Ding Zitong patted Mu Wufeng's shoulder with a smile and said, "You guy, it's not bad." But compared to Miss Ben, I'm still far behind. ”

Just after Ding Zitong finished speaking, a laugh came from behind the two of them: "It's just nonsense to defeat a blue mid-grade sword vein, what else is there to praise." Zitong, how can this guy compare with you. ”

After Ding Zitong heard this voice, he said in a deep voice: "Su Yuxuan, don't call me like that, there's nothing to do with you here, stay away from me." ”

After hearing this, Su Yuxuan's body trembled slightly, and he said with a smile: "Zitong, I just want you to know that some people are not worthy of you." ”

After saying that, Su Yuxuan walked away, so he never expected that Ding Zitong would be angry with himself for a blue mid-grade sword vein kid. This made Su Yuxuan's hatred for Mu Wufeng add another point.

Mu Wufeng looked at Su Yuxuan's hostile eyes, and then looked at Ding Zitong beside him, and secretly thought in his heart: "With this little ancestor by my side, I am afraid that I will not have a good life in this Holy Sword Sect in the future." ”

But Ding Zitong saw Mu Wufeng frowning and looking at him, thinking that Mu Wufeng had misunderstood what he had to do with Su Yuxuan, and explained to Mu Wufeng with some embarrassment: "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with him, he's just a son of my father's friend." ”

Mu Wufeng replied coldly, "I don't care what the relationship between the two of you is. ”

Ding Zitong listened to Mu Wufeng's tone, which should be lifeless, and he also breathed a sigh of relief gently.

In the next competition, Mu Wufeng's competition was the same as the first one, they all won easily, and Mu Wufeng also won the first place in the blue sword vein group unsurprisingly.

But this result was something that other swordsmen did not expect.

After the blue sword vein group finished the competition, the purple and gold groups also completed the competition one after another. To Mu Wufeng's surprise, the first place in the Golden Sword Vein Group was actually won by Ding Zitong.

"I didn't expect this girl to not only look like a country and a city, but even her own strength is ahead of her peers. Mu Wufeng muttered.

Now he understands why Ding Zitong has many suitors, such an excellent woman with beauty and strength is a very rare existence.

Ding Zitong walked up to Mu Wufeng, waved his fist, and said to Mu Wufeng: "See, Miss Ben is very powerful, if you dare to bully Miss Ben, be careful of the sword in my hand." ”

Listening to these slightly girlish words, the swordsman next to him once again focused their eyes on Mu Wufeng's body, without exception, their eyes were full of envy and jealousy.

Mu Wufeng just wants to leave this place of right and wrong now, and let this girl stay away from him.

A burst of the voice of the elders of the Holy Sword Sect enveloped the area: "After the competition, everyone will get your corresponding sword vein identity card, this identity card can store sword qi stones, in the sect, sword qi stones can be exchanged for everything you want, as long as you have enough sword qi stones." ”

After speaking, one after another identity cards appeared in everyone's hands, and the color behind the identity cards represented the quality of the sword veins possessed by the person holding the identity card.

Mu Wufeng saw that the word three thousand was displayed on his identity card, which should mean that there were three thousand sword qi stones in this token.

And on Ding Zitong's golden token, there are 12,000 sword qi stones. With so many sword qi stones, Mu Wufeng couldn't help but pout.

The elder spoke again, "All the swordsmen, you can now go back to the house that the sect has prepared for you to rest. Remember, as long as you put the token in your hand on the sensor stone in the room, the effect of different quality tokens is also different, in addition, this house has two rooms on the second floor, you can invite your favorite partner to move in, and you can also have a good care. ”

This made many swordsmen excited, after all, if there was a partner who lived with him, then the boredom of cultivation would be reduced.

At this time, Ding Zitong shouted: "Wait, can men and women also live together?"