On the high platforms on both sides of the sword martial arts field, tables and chairs had been placed, and under the leadership of Zhong Yi, many monks sat down one after another.

"Hey, Brother Zhong, now that the martial arts are about to begin, why hasn't Peng Daoyou shown up yet?" As soon as everyone sat down, the old man surnamed Gan of the Xuandao Sect asked Zhong Yi, looking at his expression, he was quite concerned about Peng Yu, the great elder of the Luoying Palace.

"Brother Gan, Senior Brother Peng did get out of the customs half a month ago, but he didn't show up, he did have other important things to do, he didn't mean to snub you, let's watch the martial arts first, if Senior Brother Peng finishes the important things, he will naturally appear. Before Zhong Yi could speak, another elder of the Luoying Palace explained.

"What is the important matter, it can be made Peng Daoyou ignore the Taoist friends of the Nine Sects, Peng Daoyou has been cultivating for more than 700 years, we have always known that his ambitions are lofty, and we disdain us, and it is reasonable that he does not appear. At this moment, Hou Yuan of the North Jue Hall said sarcastically.

The monks present all understood the meaning of Hou Yuan's words, however, when several elders of the Luoying Palace heard this, they looked displeased and angry, and were about to speak out to fight back, however, at this moment, something unexpected happened, and suddenly a strong spiritual pressure pressed towards everyone in the sky above the sword martial arts field.

Although this spiritual pressure is not as good as that of the late Yuan Infant monks, it is also extraordinary; after the low-level disciples in the square felt this spiritual pressure, their complexions changed greatly, and they couldn't resist, and their faces were flushed, and in the end, their bodies couldn't stand firm; But still shocked.

At this moment, above the sky, suddenly another old-fashioned voice came.

"Haha~ Let you fellow Daoists wait for a long time; I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are too far behind the old man, and it's really disappointing," there was a bit of lament and regret in these words, however, the faces of the many Yuanying monks sitting there changed sharply, and they all looked into the air.

As far as the eye could see, I saw a dark yellow rainbow of light shooting out quickly. In the blink of an eye, he came to the high platform, and after the light disappeared, a man's figure appeared on the high platform; But I saw that the figure was tall and reckless, in fact, from the eyes of everyone. It is not difficult for Cheng Yixue to guess that this person must be that Peng Yu.

Peng Yu was dressed in coarse cloth. Thick eyebrows, long hair messy, feet on beast boots, the whole person exudes a sense of oppression, at a glance is a strong person in a high position, several Yuan infant monks in the Ying Palace, seeing Peng Yu, look overjoyed, stepped forward to salute.

"Senior brother. You're finally here, I thought you were going to miss this meeting?" Zhong Yi said as he looked at Peng Yuxi.

"Such a grand event. How could I miss it for my brother, and I was very pleased to see you again. Peng Yulang said with a smile, and the old man surnamed Gan of the Xuandao Sect on the side couldn't help but relax when he saw that Peng Yu's cultivation was still in the middle of the Yuan Infant, so he naturally didn't have to worry about the Xuandao Sect being replaced.

The rest of the monks also saluted Peng Yu and came forward to greet him, and Hou Yuan may have already had a dislike for Peng Yu, so naturally they inevitably ridiculed each other during the conversation, and only after the persuasion of others did the two give up.

After a while, after everyone sat down again, Peng Yu, who had just listened, said again: "Because I want to sacrifice a treasure, this is delayed; let you Taoist friends wait for a long time, and forgive me; fortunately, there are a few junior disciples to receive on behalf of the old man, so that the old man can feel a little at ease." ”

"It's okay, the nine sects of Xiling help each other, as the great elder of Luoying Palace, Daoyou naturally has many things, and we are not small and easy to win, so we naturally don't take it to heart. When Guo Ce heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said.

"Thank you, Brother Guo, for saying that this is Cheng Daoyou of your sect next to you, right?" Peng Yu was a little surprised when he saw that it was Guo Ce who said, but then he still expressed his gratitude, and when his eyes fell on Cheng Yixue's body, he asked with a strange face.

"Yes, it's Cheng. Cheng Yixue said.

"Peng Mou also heard about the matter of Daoyou, it's very good" Peng Yu looked at Cheng Yixue and said inexplicably, Cheng Yixue didn't know what Peng Yu meant, and didn't speak again.

"Okay, the disciples of the Nine Sects can gather here today, it is not only my luck to fall into the Ying Palace, but also the grand event of the Nine Sects; Seeing that Cheng Yixue looked reluctant to say more, he said so immediately.

When the disciples of the Luoying Palace Jiedanjing Realm below heard this, they responded with a bang, and then announced the beginning of the Huiwu Finals, however, this kind of grand event was much more cumbersome than Cheng Yixue imagined, at the beginning, it was a Jiedan Realm monk, holding a text and reading something constantly.

Cheng Yixue listened carefully, it was nothing more than some general sacrificial texts, but in the end, several monks painted ghost paintings, and their mouths were slurping confused words, as if they were reading some incantation, and then, it was the opening ceremony of the dedication of the Luoying Palace.

When all this is over, it will be a small half of the day's work; Cheng Yixue is bored listening to it, so she simply closes her eyes and recuperates; Yu Guang skims the other old monsters, and the same is true; in this regard, Cheng Yixue is also quite puzzled, such a cumbersome ritual is not favored, why not ban it, and I don't understand what these old monsters think.

After the ceremony ended, it was the end of the low-level disciples, and the old monsters of each sect were concerned about the performance of the disciples of their own sects, so they looked into the middle of the field, and the first to take the stage were the disciples of the Xuandao Sect and the Tianxin Sect.

Both of them were cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, Ling Luoyin stared, and Cheng Yixue also looked at it, only to see the disciples of the Xuandao Sect urging two flying swords, and the disciples of the Tianxin Sect urging a yellow rune, which turned into a brick shadow the size of a foot.

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In the face of the fierce supernatural powers of the disciples of the Xuandao Sect, the disciples of the Tianxin Sect could only constantly change the yellow runes to resist, and they could not raise any resistance at all; defeat was a foregone conclusion; Ling Luoyin was also full of disappointment; sure enough, after half a moment, the monks of the Tianxin Sect were defeated and left.

Seeing this, Ling Luoyin and Guo Ce sighed one after another, not looking at it again, Cheng Yixue also smiled bitterly, the Secret Dao Xuandao Sect really deserves to be the most profound sect among the nine sects, and such a low-level disciple is so powerful.

Looking at the changes in that disciple's sword technique, it is indeed remarkable; among the foundation building monks, it can be regarded as the best; not far away, the three old men surnamed Gan laughed with relief when they saw that the disciples of their sect had won the competition.

"Brother Gan, the disciple of your sect is really good, if it goes on like this, this winner will definitely be a monk of your sect again. Ding Yu said with a smile to the old man surnamed Gan.

"Haha, thank you Brother Ding for your kind words, but it's just a fluke, if the disciples of the Tianxin Sect can evolve again in the transformation of the exercises, I'm afraid it will be the disciples of the Tianxin Sect who will win. The old man surnamed Gan shook his head, said disapprehantly, and looked in the direction where Ling Luoyin was.

After Ling Luoyin heard this, his expression softened, and Cheng Yixue smiled meaninglessly and didn't say much.

In this way, the competition continued, the second pair of the players were the monks of the Beijue Hall and the Purple Cloud Sect, these two sects were very powerful, as soon as the disciples below came on the field, many of the old monsters sitting there looked at them, although Cheng Yixue's eyes also fell on the center of the square, but he did not pay half attention to it.

In the end, he communicated with Yuyangjun about the way of cultivation, with the existence of an old monster like Yuyangjun, Cheng Yixue was on the way of cultivation, and it was easier to go than usual, although Yuyangjun was not proficient in the way of the sword technique, but he gave him a lot of guidance on the vain Xunshen technique, plus Cheng Yixue was already extremely talented in cultivating this technique, and now he is also making rapid progress above the last three layers of cultivation.

"Senior brother, what do you think of Peng Yu?" Just as Cheng Yixue was talking to Yuyangjun, he didn't expect the Lingluoyin on the side to suddenly send a voice to Cheng Yixue and ask.

"Why does Senior Sister ask like this, this is the first time I have met this person, and I don't know much about him. Cheng Yixue replied in amazement.

A meaningful smile appeared on Ling Luoyin's face, and immediately, he asked again: "Which is stronger or weaker between him and Hou Yuan?"

Cheng Yixue didn't know what Ling Luoyin meant, and after thinking for a while, she replied: "I don't have any understanding of these two people's magical powers, if I don't consider the life-saving magical powers of these two people, based on my previous intuition, Peng Yu still makes people feel more threatened;

"Senior brother, if you are allowed to compete with Peng Yu, what percentage of your chances will you have to beat him?" Suddenly, he saw Ling Luoyin pause and asked something that surprised Cheng Yixue.

"What does Senior Sister mean by competing with Peng Yu?" Cheng Yixue said with a slight hesitation.

"Senior brother, you just need to answer truthfully, I will never embarrass you, it's just that it's a major matter related to the sect, and I have to think about it thoroughly. Lingluoyin explained.

After hearing this, Cheng Yixue understood Ling Luoyin's thoughts, this woman must have some plans, however, it is undeniable that since he joined the Tianxin Sect, Ling Luoyin has been very good to him and Caile, if he can do his meager contribution to the Tianxin Sect, Cheng Yixue will not refuse.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yixue replied truthfully: "If you do your best, you have a 10% chance of beating him, and if you don't do your best, you have a 90% certainty." ”

Cheng Yixue's seemingly casual words fell on Ling Luoyin's ears, but like a heavy thunderbolt, she was speechless; she looked at Cheng Yixue with a solemn expression, and her heart was like a storm, in her heart, she had always thought that she knew a lot about this junior brother who was not good at words, but at this moment, such words, in a trance, let Ling Luoyin see a stranger who had never seen before. (To be continued)(To be continued......