After hearing that Fairy Xiaoxiang finally agreed to the bet, the disciples of Wanjian Sect were eager to give it a try, and several elders also became interested.
According to the calculations of his sect leader, he would not lose in a martial arts fight. This lonely disciple with few masters would eventually suffer a big loss today.
"Today's Yinfeng Valley has fallen apart. The sun is setting over the mountains. Apart from Yin Wuji, there are no outstanding disciples left."
"Yes, that's why our sect leader wants to marry Fairy Xiaoxiang and annex this valley."
"You can't say that. Fairy Xiaoxiang was once the most beautiful woman in our Xuanwu Kingdom. Who doesn't covet her beauty?"
"Tsk, tsk, you are actually making fun of our sect leader."
"Haha~ You also said it as a joke. I'm afraid that Fairy Xiaoxiang will lose so much today that she won't even have her bellyband left..."
Several elders chatted and joked.
Soon, the disciples of Wanjian Sect, except for the disciples of Shanhai Realm and above, were still mining at the bottom of the island. The disciples of Secret Treasure Realm and Xuanyuan Realm all came to the island and formed a large circle of martial arts. place.
Wang Xuan took a look and saw that there were six to seven hundred male and female disciples.
Fairy Xiaoxiang showed a hint of worry. Among the twenty-five people who have perfected the Secret Realm, several of them have martial arts auras, and they all have the tendency to advance to the Mountain and Sea Realm!
I have to admit that just looking at these disciples, Wanjian Sect is much better than Yinfeng Valley, and there is no comparison at all.
Master Wanjian saw the worry in Fairy Xiaoxiang and said with a slight smile: "A distinguished guest from Yinfeng Valley is here today. This is the master of Yinfeng Valley who is so powerful."
Master Wanjian continued to introduce: "The young man next to the fairy is her disciple, with great fighting power and unparalleled talent."
"The sect master has given me a thumbs up." Wang Xuan hurriedly clasped his fists and said.
The disciples of Wanjian Sect looked at each other, speechless.
You can't hear the flattering words, right? It's obvious that he is flattering your master and his disciples, and will make it impossible for your masters and disciples to stand down later.
When Fairy Xiaoxiang heard the words of Master Wanjian Sect, she looked majestic at first, but immediately frowned. She saw that the disciples of Wanjian Sect did not show awe to her, but some were curious and some looked calmly.
Master Wanjian: "No more polite words, this competition is over, which disciple of our sect wins, will be rewarded with a spiritual level sword skill, who is willing to fight for the sect?"
The disciples of Wanjian Sect immediately became excited and excited. This was an opportunity to show their faces in the two sects, and they also had sword skills to gain.
Many disciples were about to come forward, but Master Wanjian pointed at a young man who was sitting among the disciples and dozing off with a sword in his arms.
"What's going on with that disciple? He's an unlucky guy who only sleeps all day long. Just you, go out to fight and make friends."
As the sect leader finished speaking, the disciples of Wanjian Sect who were sitting on the ground and watching were stunned and secretly gasped.
Didn't we agree to send only mediocre disciples?
The young man in gray robe holding the sword quietly opened his eyelids, and a ray of light flashed in his pupils, like an extremely sharp sword light, piercing the heart.
He slowly stood up and walked into the field with a lazy expression without a smile.
Fairy Xiaoxiang clenched her jade hand violently, and the waves of anger surged deeply.
How can this be a mediocre disciple? Even a fool can tell that he is a super disciple of Wanjian Sect.
Wang Xuan's eyes moved slightly. This man's divine light was as restrained as the light of a sword. He had most likely cultivated his sword intent.
"Master, don't worry."
Wang Xuan said with a smile, and immediately walked slowly into the arena, standing ten feet away from the young man holding the sword.
The boy holding the sword yawned and said, "Wu Di, please teach me."
"Heifeng, my senior brother's name is very impressive. Please enlighten me." Wang Xuan smiled warmly.
The disciples of Wanjian Sect looked at him attentively. Not to mention, the disciple of the Lord of Yinfeng Valley had a really good temperament.
"Who is Wu Di? He doesn't pay enough attention to him. He has lost the grace of our clan."
"Hush, he is the senior brother of the outer sect and has a strong swordsmanship!"
"Hi~~~, it turns out he is the one who suppressed the outer sect with his sword!?"
"Well, it is said that Senior Brother sharpens his sword power in dreams and is called the Sleeping Sword Immortal by our outer sect."
Some new disciples of Wanjian Sect were curious, and the old disciples explained in low voices.
Mu Ling'er was sitting among the disciples and was shocked when she heard: "I realized the meaning of the sword while sleeping, and such a powerful senior brother appears. Isn't the sect master bullying others?"
Su Shixiao: "Senior Brother Wu is known as the best person of his age in swordsmanship. Let's see how Senior Brother Wu wins with the sword. It will also be beneficial to our swordsmanship."
Now the two senior brothers and sisters have also entered the level of the Secret Realm.
In the field, Wu Di looked lazy: "Junior Brother Black Wind, show your weapons, I can let you make the first move."
"No need." Wang Xuan smiled lightly. It seemed that Wu Di was lazy, but in fact he was extremely frivolous.
Wang Xuan pointed his fingers together with his sword, and made a slight stroke beside him, as if a sword shadow flashed by.
"Since senior brother is practicing swordsmanship, I will teach him this way." Wang Xuanfeng Qingyundan.
Wu Di's eyes were slightly cold. When the boy moved his sword finger, he heard the sound of the river surging, and even saw the dense sword shadow of a large river flashing behind the boy.
"Hmph, you just practice high-level sword skills, but you dare to perform sword skills in front of our Wanjian Sect. Do you really think you are a swordsman?"
Wu Di snorted coldly, and suddenly his whole body became vigorous, the wind around him swirled, and transparent moths appeared one by one and flew towards the young man.
Wang Xuan's heart moved slightly, and his sword intention took shape.
The sword intention also has levels, which are divided into the formless form of the small form, the transformed form of the great form, and then the transparent heart of the sword and the integration of the human sword.
It is rare for Wu Di to achieve the great transformation at this age, and he can definitely be called a swordsman genius.
Wang Xuan's sword was pointed a little in front of him, and a mini sword flew out from his fingertips, like a fish flying through the void, hitting the crystal moths that came one after another with sword intent.
"Huh?"
Master Wanjian and several elders looked at the mini transparent sword.
A very high-level sword-type martial spirit, and this guy has actually developed sword intent.
Some new disciples looked confused.
"Why is it not exciting at all? The two of them are motionless?" A new disciple who joined the sect asked puzzledly to the senior brother next to him.
The senior brother's face looked slightly solemn, and he stared at the field and explained: "Because your martial arts cultivation level is too low, and you have not cultivated the sword intention. The apprentice of Fairy Xiaoxiang is not weak, and he is really a sword master!"
"What!? Senior brother, what do you mean, he also has sword intent? Now he is fighting with sword intent!?" The Xuanyuan realm disciple rubbed his eyes and found that with his eyesight, he could not see the sword intent competition between the two people in the field.
choke!
Suddenly, there was a loud sword chant, the sword light shot into the sky, and the long sword in Wu Di's arms flew out from the scabbard and floated in mid-air.
Wang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and his miniature sword spirit blocked all eight moths' sword intent within a foot of his body.
"rise."
Wang Xuan pointed one hand with one hand, and the mini swords split into two, and two became four... In the blink of an eye, they turned into eight small swords, constantly repelling the eight sword moths, and the eight small swords The sword approached Wu Di.
The expressions of Master Wanjian and the elders changed slightly.
A drop of cold sweat ran down Wu Di's cheek. He originally wanted to use his sword intention to severely damage the black wind's state of mind, but the other party's heart was so tenacious. Although his sword intention was invisible, he used the flowing clouds and flowing water.
"Very good, I only used 60% of my strength before. You will be defeated next time." Wu Di took hold of the frivolous sword weapon, stepped out, and rushed towards the young man.
Wang Xuan smiled harmlessly and said: "Senior Brother Wu Di, I just used 50% of my strength, let's fight happily."
"..." Wu Di's face darkened slightly. Whether this person meant it or not, what he said was very irritating.
Fifty percent power?
Even if the wind is strong, I am not afraid of flashing my tongue. It can really blow.
The moth was injured alone, and a thunderous sword struck!
Wu Di used his strongest sword because he had heard the message from the sect master, asking him to defeat Fairy Xiaoxiang's apprentice with one sword.
With the sword strike, a large number of moths flew out from the sword, densely packed and overwhelmingly attacking Fairy Xiaoxiang's apprentice.
The disciples of Wanjian Sect gasped. Every moth was a fusion of sword energy and sword intention. Even the three ninth levels of the secret realm couldn't stop it even if they joined forces!
"Ah~" Many female disciples, including Mu Ling'er, exclaimed, as if they saw Wang Xuan being pierced by dense moths at the next moment!
"Senior brother, are you going to act like a moth to a flame..." A young man said with a smile.
