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Early the next morning, when the sun had just started to rise, the Sixth Young Master instantly opened his eyes and walked over to Xie Xiangcai, who was sleeping soundly on the ground without any explanation. He grabbed his shoulders and head and began to shake him vigorously.
The young man who was still in his dream suddenly trembled and broke out in a cold sweat. He sat up from the ground and looked at the Sixth Young Master in front of him with sweat on his face.
The Sixth Young Master smiled slightly apologetically, raised his hand and pointed to the light outside the window, and kept saying "Uh-huh" in his mouth.
Only then did Xie Xiang understand that what Sixth Senior Brother meant was that he was ready to attend the king-conferring meeting at dawn.
The young man forced himself to hold back the anger he felt after getting up, opened the door to the room, went to the pool in the courtyard, scooped up a handful of water, and washed himself briefly.
Prime Minister Xie had just finished washing up, and the Sixth Young Master was already standing in front of the courtyard gate with a black gold machete on his back, waving to Prime Minister Xie.
The young man sighed, walked into the house in a blink of an eye, put on a neat long gown, and walked out of the room, closely following the afterimages of the Sixth Young Master left on the path.
Two blurry black figures came one after another to the Taoist temple located on Lotus Peak. Although the genius was slightly bright, the circular square in front of the Taoist temple was already full of people.
All sects and sects wore uniforms and stood in separate areas. Their energy surged and the situation changed.
Xie Xiangcai and the Sixth Young Master stood silently behind the crowd, one in front and one at the side. Two waves of energy shot straight into the sky. In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on this.
"Black gold machete, medium height...the sixth young master of Qingmeng City!"
Among the crowd, someone immediately noticed the Sixth Young Master standing in front of the two-man team. After pondering for a moment, he exclaimed in surprise.
The young man who shined in front of the Lotus Taoist Temple three years ago, the junior student who is said to have had many entanglements with the senior elders in the Lotus Temple.
Everyone was not surprised by the identity and strength of the Sixth Young Master, but they were puzzled by the fact that he climbed the Lotus Peak for the third time.
The Sixth Young Master did not change his expression. Under the gaze of everyone, he took a step back and made the young man who was behind him come to him.
In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on the figure wearing a blue and white gown.
The whole mountain fell silent, and after a moment, discussions started everywhere.
Such a young boy, such a heroic young man, such a dashing young man.
There is only one person, and only one person, at such an age, who can stand beside the Sixth Young Master of Qingmeng City, a famous figure in the Daqing Dynasty, without changing his expression.
"The Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City!"
Everyone present almost spoke in unison, looking at Prime Minister Xie before taking a deep breath and saying these words loudly.
Even though Xie Xiangcai looked calm on the surface, he was actually panicking deep inside.
This Eighth Young Master is really not easy to be a leader. Regardless of his own strength, whenever this name comes up, there will always be some eager warriors who want to take action on this junior brother who is the least powerful among the young masters in Qingmeng City.
Regardless of whether he is on the right path or not, whether he is a gentleman or not, beating the Eighth Young Master to his knees is a slap in the face of Immortal Immortal, a peak powerhouse!
Ever since the news of the Immortal Immortal taking over the closed disciples spread, half of the Daqing Dynasty was immediately agitated. Posts about kicking the gym had already turned into several hills on the table of the Third Young Master who was busy with everything that day. Fortunately, the Immortal Immortal had followed the instructions in advance. As a rule, Xie Xiangcai was "hidden" in Dongfeng City, which prevented the young master who had just trekked from the Northern Territory from being beaten, kicked and doubted about his life.
Xie Xiangcai took a long breath and looked around at the various sects and forces who were "eyeing them with eagerness". He took a step forward, bowed his hands under the approving gaze of the Sixth Young Master, and said in a clear voice, "Xie Xiangcai, the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, come here." The meeting of kings in Yishan and the use of martial arts to make friends!"
After the words fell, there was silence, and everyone looked at each other, never expecting that this eighth young master could be so courageous.
After all, many of the old guys who had been hiding in the crowd had released a hint of coercion, wanting to give this fledgling young master a little "power".
As a long bell rang, everyone's energy was restrained from their heads, and they turned to look at the old Taoist with white hair and beard who had appeared before the Taoist temple.
Everyone present, including the Sixth Young Master next to Xie Xiangcai, all restrained their expressions and bowed respectfully to the old man.
Prime Minister Xie didn't know why, so he waited a moment in the crowd and didn't salute until everyone stood up.
The short old Heavenly Master's turbid old eyes focused on the young man in a blue and white gown. His eyes narrowed slightly, and at one moment, his monstrous divine consciousness swept out, locking the young man in the crowd and covering his entire body. In an instant, It was as if thousands of sharp needles had poked countless small holes into the missing consciousness, and wisps of golden light shot out from the originally intact barrier.
The old Heavenly Master was shocked when he saw this. He looked closely and saw a golden tree rising from the ground. Above the crown of the golden tree, a giant bird circled and screamed, trying to fly high.
He looked at the two Dharma elephants merged into one in shock, and stepped back, leaving two-inch deep footprints on the hard floor tiles along the way.
Everyone's expressions changed, and they all turned to look at where the Heavenly Master had just focused his eyes.
Still the young man in the blue and white gown.
Xie Xiangcai looked astonished and looked at everyone harmlessly.
The old Heavenly Master quickly calmed down his expression, straightened his clothes and disordered aura, and stepped forward to the place where he had just stood.
He waved his whisk, and his loud voice echoed throughout the world.
"let's start……"
two
After the Heavenly Master finished speaking, his eyes involuntarily fell on Xie Xiangcai again.
Xie Xiangcai felt cold in his heart, and suddenly felt something bad.
Sure enough, everyone's eyes were once again focused on the young man.
The Sixth Young Master didn't take it seriously.
Since you are a disciple of the Immortal, you must be prepared to be the center of attention.
In the vast Daqing Dynasty, there were countless young heroes and geniuses, but in the end, the only ones who could truly stand on the top of the mountain and be called peerless were the disciples under the Immortal Seat.
Originally there were seven, but now there are eight.
The youngest in the world, green and white, proud of all others.
The Sixth Young Master looked at Xie Xiangcai's back and sighed in his heart.
He once went to Lotus Peak with his master, and two years ago he took his seventh junior brother to the mountain.
This year, he led his junior brother, who was ten years younger than him, to once again stand on the top of the mountain that haunted him.
In the Taoist temple, the masked woman sitting on the lotus futon laughed in her heart and finally shook her head helplessly.
There are 80,000 words in the world, but there is only one word called love, which is the most difficult to explain and understand.
Where in life do we not meet?
However, it seems that the young man carrying the black gold machete can only meet his sweetheart on the top of Lotus Mountain.
Xie Xiangcai looked a little panicked at this time, but he still pretended to be calm and responded with his eyes to the old master who looked at him again and again.
Xie Xiangcai, who was at the center of everyone's attention, had the tendency to become the "target of public criticism" for a while.
There has always been an unwritten rule in the King's Ceremony, that is, the person with the highest reputation and the loudest reputation needs to be the first to stand in the square.
So among those present, who has the highest reputation?
There is no doubt that he is the disciple of Immortal Immortal Seat, the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City.
Thanks to Xiangcai.
The young eighth son of Qingmeng City looked at the hanging characters drawn in front of his sixth brother, and his face became extremely ugly.
The corner of Xie Xiangcai's mouth twitched and he stepped back involuntarily.
However, as soon as he took a few steps back, a pair of strong hands pressed against his back.
The Sixth Young Master had a wry smile on his face and kept saying "uh huh" in his mouth.
Everyone was stunned and couldn't help laughing when they saw such a scene.
In the Lotus Temple, Hu Jie looked at the scene in the lotus pond. He was startled for a moment, then got angry and stamped his feet, greeting all the eighteen generations of Xie Xiangcai's ancestors in his mouth.
Xie Xiangcai saw that it was difficult to evade, and his sixth son kept threatening him with the reputation of his master, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step onto the circular square in front of the Taoist temple.
The moment the young man stepped onto the square, all the noise instantly disappeared.
Under the square, among the teams of various sects and forces, countless young leaders are impatient and eager to try.
They wanted to see whether the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, who was already well-known, was as brilliant as the rumors said.
Behind the crowd, Shen Lianxue, who was wearing a black gown, had her arms folded across her chest, leaning sideways on Lao Yuan, the Shen family's bodyguard, and looking with interest at the helpless Xie Xiangcai on the stage.
Xie Xiangcai stood on the square, looking at the dozens of young people in front of him with energy surging between their fists and feet, and his heart trembled.
He was like a piece of fat being stared at by many young warriors outside the square.
They came to this king meeting not all for the title of King of Martial Arts, but most of them actually came to practice and see how the martial arts learned in the inner sect on the mountain and the moves they had practiced for a long time could be ranked in the world. In what position.
Shen Lianxue stepped on her toes, looked through her heads at Xie Xiangcai on the stage, shook off her cuffs, and heard a buzzing sound coming from the long sword in the scabbard behind her.
"Snow Spirit Sword, Snow Spirit Sword, can't you wait?"
The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly, then stretched out her hand to twist the mustache on her lips.
In the blink of an eye, the soles of her feet touched the ground, her figure flew into the air and passed the crowd, turning around and arriving on the circular square.
Xie Xiangcai looked at it intently, his eyes changing slightly.
"Eighth Young Master, I told you yesterday that we will meet you at the King's Ceremony."
Shen Lianxue laughed loudly and took a step forward, sending a burst of energy towards Xie Xiangcai.
Xie Xiangcai frowned slightly and hid the energy on one side of his body.
He quickly reached out a finger and tapped the tail of the white energy, feeling the power contained in it.
Late stage of Four Realms.
A whole two realms higher than him.
The young man took a deep breath.
My father said that if you can avoid the first day of the new year, you can't avoid the fifteenth day. What should come will eventually come.
When there is no way to retreat, just bite the bullet and go for it.
Xie Xiangcai took out a breath of turbid air, and the original power in his martial roots circulated throughout the meridians for a week, and then all condensed on the surface of the body, like a layer of light cyan gauze.
Shen Liexue raised the corners of her mouth, clasped her fingers and turned her hand outward, stretched her hands and feet, raised one foot long, and touched the floor tiles in front of her with her toes.
Snowflakes fell, and her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Xie Xiangcai stood there, fists touching each other. He felt the biting cold wind coming towards him, took a deep breath, and then pushed out a fist hard.
With a flash of white light, Shen Lianxue's figure arrived in an instant, and her slender fist collided with the fist pushed out by Xie Xiangcai.
"Bang——"
The two figures retreated sharply back at the same time, and stopped at the edge of the square together.
Thank you for taking less of a step back.
Outside the square, the Sixth Young Master was confronting Lao Yuan not far away. Their eyes intertwined and their expressions were calm.
However, when the two people on the square separated their fists, Lao Yuan's eyes fluctuated a little. On the other hand, there was a smile in the eyes of the Sixth Young Master.
Shen Lianxue snorted displeasedly and moved to the right side of the center of the square.
Xie Xiangcai did the same. He came to the opposite side less than ten feet away and stood quietly.
Under the square, those who had vowed to show off to the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, who had vowed to show off to the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, stopped chewing and silently retreated into the crowd, as if they had taken dumb pills.
Shen Liexue straightened her hair, flattened her clothes, and sneered, "It seems that you young masters in Qingmeng City don't have a very good style. Is it some dirty trick to hide your strength?"
Xie Xiangcai shook his arm and said with a faint smile, "Young Master Shen is joking, I am an upright and upright person in the early stage of the Four Realms. If Master Shen can't even withstand a punch from me, then the strength in the later stage of the Four Realms is really a bit... What's that idiom called? Bluffing?"
Shen Lianxue's face turned red and she stamped her feet angrily. Looking at Xie Xiangcai opposite, her eyes were filled with astonishment.
She waved her palm, cold wind blew up, and the scabbard behind her made a harsh buzzing sound.
"I am not a martial artist to begin with, so my fists and kicks are no match for a rough guy like you. Look at the sword!"
Shen Lianxue shouted softly, and the Snow Spirit Sword behind her was instantly unsheathed, and a cold light flashed into her hand.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes changed rapidly, and he stepped back suddenly with the soles of his feet touching the ground. His clenched fists along the way spread out into palms, and he pressed forward with force against the invisible air. The light green energy formed an arc-shaped barrier about ten feet long and wide in front of him. .
The sword in Shen Liexue's hand turned into a blur, and her gown slapped the air heavily, making a sonic boom sound driven by the strong wind.
"Ding--"
A crisp sound resounded, and the tip of the Snow Spirit Sword in Shen Lianxue's hand landed heavily on the light cyan barrier formed in front of Xie Xiangcai.
The barrier trembled at first, and then the waves expanded. After a while, a crack appeared in the center of the barrier, and the crack spread in an instant.
"Click——"
A sound similar to the breaking of porcelain was heard, and a huge barrier suddenly exploded, and the fragments suddenly disappeared into nothingness.
Xie Xiangcai stepped back, finally barely stopping half a step away from the edge of the square.
Shen Lianxue raised her chin and looked at the young man in a blue and white gown with great relief.
Outside the square, everyone looked at the silver-white long sword in the hands of the black-clothed "Master" above the square in shock.
"Is this the Snow Spirit Sword?"
"You can't go wrong, the wind and snow rumble when the sword is unsheathed, and the snowflakes fall when the sword comes out!"
"Eh? Isn't the Snow Spirit Sword the sword of Miss Shen of our Zhou Shen family?"
Under the square, everyone started chattering.
In front of the Taoist temple not far away, Master Fa Lao frowned slightly, but did not stop the contest.
According to convention, women in the Daqing Dynasty could indeed practice martial arts, but it was indeed difficult to get on the so-called stage.
Even the Supervisor of the King's Association, who founded the King's Association, has never included women in the title of the King's Association.
Even though the Snow Spirit Sword in Shen Lianxue's hand is extremely famous in thousands of miles around, it still cannot be used in formal arenas or martial arts competitions.
Sitting outside the square, the Taoist robe elders in front of the Taoist temple frowned slightly when they saw this, and they whispered among themselves. Finally, an elder whose robes were obviously thick and deep stood up, walked towards the Heavenly Master and whispered a few words in his ear. sentence.
The old Heavenly Master flicked his fly whisk, his voice a little stern.
"It's ridiculous. Men and women in the world are basically the same. Have you forgotten that your junior uncle and my younger junior sister are just a female class? Aren't they still fighting against all the invincibles in the mountains and being conferred by the Holy Emperor?"
The Taoist elder said nothing after being defeated. He could only sigh and retreat to his seat.
Shen Lianxue curled her lips and said in an arrogant tone, "How about it, the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, can you withstand my sword?"
Xie Xiangcai remained silent, took a deep breath, pressed his hands down to suppress the slightly disordered breath, and in an instant he closed his sleeves with both hands. A strong wind blew between the sleeves, stretching the cuffs to the size of a basin.
I saw one of his palms suddenly pulled out from the cuff, a green light flashed, and the wooden sword suddenly appeared on the square.
The Sixth Young Master looked a little gloomy, and when he looked at the wooden sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand, he became even gloomier.
He couldn't help but secretly curse his fifth senior brother who was obsessed with "planting trees".
Isn't this guy talking about teaching his junior brother how to practice swordsmanship?
After practicing so far, you gave your junior a fucking wooden sword?
If the junior brother can't survive even one round in the king-conferring meeting this time, then where can I put my master's old face?
Xie Xiang took a step forward, holding the wooden sword tightly across his chest.
Not far away, Shen Lianxue looked at the ordinary wooden sword in his hand with a smile on his face, and the curve of his mouth could not be suppressed.
Outside the square, Lao Yuan, the chief guard of the Shen family, his eyes full of pride, strode towards the direction of the Sixth Young Master, crossed his arms across his chest, and his tone was two points higher than before, "Sixth Young Master, my little... Young Master His swordsmanship is seen and heard by everyone in the ten miles and eight towns around, I wonder why your little junior brother can stand in the way?"
When the Sixth Young Master heard this, his eyebrows almost stood upright, and a ball of anger almost burst out from his chest, but in the end he was forced to suppress it.
Xie Xiangcai looked at the silver sword in Shen Lianxue's hand, and then at the simple wooden sword in his own hand. His eyes fluctuated, but he still maintained a correct attitude.
"Junior brother, remember, the sword is the icing on the cake for the swordsman. But there is no need to feel inferior to swordsmen. The real swordsman duel is not about the quality of the sword, but the understanding of the sword. It is said that there was once a man who was one step behind The super great swordsman who can ascend to the sky, uses his fingers as a sword, and cuts open the five mountains with force! Junior brother, do you know which five mountains are..."
Xie Xiangcai raised his sword and waved it in front of him. He put aside the chatter of the fifth senior brother and grasped the hilt of the sword with a little more strength.
Judging from Seventh Brother's "natural" method, a swordsman who doesn't use heavy swords does have some skills.
But the young man turned around and thought again, how long has he been practicing swordsmanship for how long? He hasn't even read a few sword manuals. How can he talk about his swordsmanship?
Not to mention Kenshin.
Shen Lianxue doesn't care about that much. What she wants now is to knock down this ungrateful bitch with a sword, and then happily take over the courtyard full of the power of the stars as her own, meditate on the futon and cultivate the sword. In a few days, he will be able to break through the barrier of swordsmanship, and his strength will reach the fifth level in one fell swoop.
With her thoughts falling, Shen Liexue raised her other palm, her index and middle fingers together, and her fingers touched a touch of ice, with clear ice crystals.
She rubbed the Snow Spirit Sword with two fingers, and the silver-white sword became even more pure and pure.
A cold wind blew, snow flew, and the temperature above the square dropped suddenly.
Xie Xiangcai's hair was blown messily by the cold wind, and the hair tie that trapped the black hair disappeared in an instant.
He lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in his hand. Before he could draw the sword, a cold storm full of energy hit him.
The storm, which was about ten feet high, whirled towards Xie Xiangcai, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped the young man's figure in it.
At the center of the storm, Xie Xiangcai stood quietly with his sword in hand. The energy mixed with the wind and snow around him gradually eroded the blue gauze on the surface of his body.
Xie Xiangcai forcibly carried an invisible force weighing a hundred kilograms on his shoulders. Three veins popped out on his wrists, and the blood flow was clearly visible.
Everyone's eyes focused on the right side of the square, the cyclone of wind and snow that shot straight into the air.
In the midst of the cyclone, a figure in a blue and white gown loomed.
Everyone present felt anxious for the young man.
The Sixth Young Master's eyes fluctuated rapidly. He didn't care about the reputation of his sect or the Young Master's face. If the younger junior brother really couldn't withstand Miss Shen's sword, he would forcefully break the barrier outside the square here and attack him. The junior brother was brought out safe and sound.
Lao Yuan seemed to have noticed something. He came to the Sixth Young Master with a flash of his body. He popped out his palms and clamped the opponent's wrists tightly. He used the original power of his body to form a cage, trapping himself and the Sixth Young Master in it.
How could the Sixth Young Master have imagined that the old guard dog of the Shen family would actually use such a damaging move that would kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to oneself? He immediately became furious and almost wanted to run away.
In the Taoist temple, the white-haired boy looked at the scene in the pool, lying on the ground leisurely and eating grapes, smacking his lips and praising the sweetness and juiciness of the grapes.
"The sword is about to rise~"
