Ye Zhenfeng didn't know that he had been cursed by her again, and he said stupidly: "I...what's wrong with me?"
Seeing that Han Ziyue ignored him, he could only shrug and looked around. He was surrounded by people from various sects.
There are Sword Worshiping Gate, Junzi Gate, Zuiying Gate, Xuantian Palace, Luoxue Palace, Jinghu Palace, Sword Soul Sect, Ba Dao Sect, Cangwu Sect, Liehuo Sect, Tianxin Sect, Fushan Pavilion, Yinliu Castle, and Baiwu Sect. Tangtang, Blue Moon Valley, Da Yang Mansion...it's really lively!
Soon a person who was competing on the sword trial stage was kicked off. The people on the field made a noise, and saw a young man in yellow leaping onto the sword trial stage. He was very capable of stepping on Feng Xingyun. That's great.
I saw him and the man on the stage draw their swords to duel. A sword was like a swimming dragon, quickly slashing towards the opponent's chest. The opponent hurriedly raised his sword to resist. The two swords collided with each other, making a harsh friction sound. On top of the long sword, suddenly Sparks flew everywhere, causing everyone to cheer.
The man in yellow only took a few moments to knock down his opponent on the stage.
Ye Zhenfeng could tell at a glance that the man in yellow was a disciple of the Cangwu Sect based on his clothes. The disciple in yellow stood on the stage and fought for a long time, and two young men came up one after another, and they were both defeated by him.
The people of the Cangwu Sect couldn't help but raise their fists and shouted: "Cangwu Sect—Cangwu Sect—"
The onlookers couldn't help but look at them one after another. They felt the gazes of the crowd, and their arrogance seemed to be much higher. They all held up their chests and raised their heads, feeling very proud, pumping their fists and shouting even more vigorously.
Sitting next to Bai Miaoluo was a white-haired old man. He snorted coldly, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, shook his head and said, "The competition has just begun... This group of Young people are so impatient."
This person is Yuan Chengfeng, the master of the Sword Worship Sect, and all the disciples of the Sword Worship Sect standing behind him are looking at the sword testing platform with sarcasm on their faces.
Yang Wen, who was on the side, rolled his eyes at Yuan Chengfeng, then turned to look proudly at the disciples competing on the stage, seemingly disdainful of Yuan Chengfeng.
The disciple in yellow standing on the sword trial stage was very proud because he had won several matches in a row, but he had no intention of stepping down and was still accepting the challenge.
He held the long sword in his hand and looked around arrogantly. He seemed to have found a kind of solemn pleasure, and he became a little arrogant. He raised the long sword in his hand and said loudly: "Who wants to come up and try?"
"I come--"
A reckless man who was invisible in the crowd said coldly. He jumped up, stepped on everyone's shoulders, and quickly ran to the sword testing platform. While everyone was still in a daze, he had already pulled out the sword from his waist. sword.
He wore a tattered hat on his head, the brim of the hat was pushed down so low that his face could not be seen clearly, and his beard was thick and untidy.
Looking at the piece of iron in his hand that could not be called a sword, the disciple in yellow laughed and said, "Is this also called a sword? Hahahaha!"
Facing the sarcasm of the disciple in yellow, Cao Mangke said nothing. There seemed to be a cold sense of death in his body, just like a dead tree without life.
The disciple in yellow said again: "Beggar, I don't think you have money to eat, so you just find a scrap of copper and iron and call yourself a sword, so why don't you come up and compete? There is no prize money to be won in this sword trial competition! "
After the disciple in yellow finished speaking, everyone on the field burst into laughter.
Someone shouted:
"Hey - beggar, get down quickly, lest I hurt you!"
"Yes, yes, if you are injured and have to pay for soup and medicine, then it's not worth it."
"Come down! If you are short of money, I will give you a few gold coins!"
Dongfang Yexing sat in the host's seat in the middle. Next to him stood Dongfang Lie and Dongfang Zhui. They were both equipped with swords. It was obvious that they would participate in the competition today.
Faced with the commotion on the field, Dongfang Zhui turned to look at his father and asked, "Father, what do you think?"
Dongfang Yexing smiled slightly, raised the tea cup that was placed aside, took a sip, and said: "The so-called sword test conference, regardless of poverty or sect, as long as you have a sword in your hand, you can come on stage and try it. You must not want to I underestimated the unknown swordsman, these guys are all wild men and their attacks are very powerful!"
Who says that a sword must have a hilt, a sword guard, and a scabbard? It has to be extremely gorgeous, as long as you are a master of swordsmanship, even if
The hand is just a scrap of copper and iron, and it can kill someone.
As expected, Cao Mangke struck very quickly. Before the disciple in yellow could react, he had already taken action. With a sword movement, he turned his hand and the clothes on the disciple in yellow's chest were like flowers, and a huge word "ugly" suddenly appeared on his chest.
Although he never said a word, the word "ugly" was greeted with laughter from everyone on the field. The disciple in yellow suddenly felt humiliated and quickly drew his sword and stabbed the man in the grass.
He drew his sword three times in a row, but failed this time. The more this happened, the more anxious and uneasy he felt, and his handsome white face was already red with embarrassment.
He waved his spear and jumped up, like an eagle spreading its wings. He combined his hands again, tried his best, and slashed at Cao Mangke's bamboo hat with his sword.
The reckless man no longer struggled with him, turned around and backed away, like a spinning top, flicked his legs and jumped up.
He struck out with his sword again, and it was surprisingly fast. The sword struck the yellow-robed disciple's head with a crash. The yellow-robed disciple was shocked and shrank his neck. The bun on his head was immediately pulled down by the sword. His hair was instantly disheveled, and he was so embarrassed.
"Trash! Trash!" Yang Wen was furious. He jumped onto the sword-testing platform, pointed his sword at the reckless man, and said angrily: "Your Majesty, you have gone too far. Your body is damaged and your skin is damaged by your parents. How can you humiliate him like this?"
The reckless man finally spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by gravel. He said: "Your apprentice is allowed to humiliate others, but others are not allowed to humiliate him? The only reason to blame is that his skills are inferior to others."
Yang Wen choked, and was immediately angered by Cao Mangke's words. He immediately drew his sword and started a duel with Cao Mangke.
Zuo Yi, the master of the Junzi Sect, said coldly: "Sect Master Yang is really eager to protect the calf, and he ended the competition so soon."
The master of Xuantian Palace, Shen Xian, smiled and said, "He just can't keep his temper."
Wang Xiao, the acting leader of the Tianxin Sect, sneered and said unconvinced: "Tsk, I think only you old guys can keep your composure!"
A disciple in black from Xuantian Palace walked out angrily and asked Wang Xiao angrily: "What do you mean? Are you mocking our palace master for being a coward?"
Chen Xian puffed his beard and stared, almost mad at his young disciple. How could there be such a fool in the world? Others didn't expose what they said, so I insisted on exposing what I said and humiliated myself. It's true.
Chen Xian hurriedly said: "Li Chen, what are you talking about again? Don't cause trouble! Why don't you come back quickly?"
The young disciple named Li Chen nodded, came back angrily, stood next to Shen Xian obediently, and continued the competition on the stand.
On the stage, Yang Wen and Cao Mangke competed for hundreds of dollars.
Come on, Cao Mangke hasn't been kicked down by Yang Wen yet. He really shouldn't have.
The Cangwu Sect is in the Seventh Palace and Twelve Sects. It can be seen that Yang Wen is not a simple person, but how can a mere reckless person be so powerful that he can make the Cangwu Sect leader unable to win for a long time.
Then everyone on the field began to talk in low voices. Ye Zhenfeng asked Bai Miaoluo in a low voice: "Brother Bai, who is this reckless guy? He looks very powerful!"
Bai Miaoluo shook his head and said: "I don't know either, but there is an old saying in the world, the most fearful thing is that a teacher has no way out, and the most fearful person is an unknown person. Such people are either vulnerable, or their actions are amazing. Ha! I think this Sect Leader Yang is probably quite suspenseful!"
"Snapped--"
As soon as Bai Miaoluo said this, Yang Wen was cut open on the arm by Cao Mangke with a sword and kicked off.
When he landed, there was only a cracking sound of broken bones, and Yang Wen groaned. The pain made his face turn red and he was sweating profusely.
Dongfang Lie took a step forward and said, "This time, the hero on the stage wins!"
The people in the audience suddenly heard the sound of shock. The reason why they were shocked was because Yang Wen was the sect leader of the Cangwu Sect, and the Cangwu Sect was also the sect of the Seventh Palace and Twelve Sects. How could he be beaten so easily by an unknown person? Down?
Jin Xiangli, the master of Yinliu Castle, laughed and said: "Should Cangwu Sect withdraw from the Seven Palaces and Twelve Sects? Why are they so vulnerable!"
Immediately, everyone laughed again.
Yang Wen suddenly felt ashamed to see anyone. He pointed at the reckless guest on the stage and said angrily: "Who are you? Tell me your name!"
The reckless man raised the brim of his hat that was lowered on his head and saw that he
There was a scar on his left eyebrow, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he said coldly: "Meng Wange."
"Meng Wange? Who is Meng Wange?" Everyone started talking.
Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Oh... I know, you are the deputy head of the Soul Hunting Department - Meng Wange!"
Ye Zhenfeng felt shocked and whispered: "Soul Hunting Department?!"
Back then, after he lost his martial arts skills and fell into exile, he happened to be rescued by the bounty soul hunter Feng Zhan. At that time, he had an encounter with the soul hunter.
Meng Wange looked around with cold eyes and said: "I have nothing to do with the Soul Hunting Division, I am just a swordsman in the world."
His voice was decisive, as if he no longer wanted to have anything to do with the Soul Hunting Division. Meng Wange was Meng Wange and no longer belonged to the Soul Hunting Division.
After Meng Wange finished speaking, he turned around and exited the sword testing platform.
At the same time, a new round of competition started on the stage.
Ye Zhenfeng secretly admired him. He didn't expect that the Soul Hunting Division could produce a master like Meng Wange. It was really hidden.
Just when he was stunned, a man dressed in red jumped onto the sword testing platform. That person was Zhuo Qi.
She pulled out her sword, stood on the stage with a heroic appearance, and said loudly: "I'm the new leader of Liehuo Sect, Zhuo Qi, who is coming to fight?"
Ye Zhenfeng looked at Zhuo Qi with surprise, and thought to himself, Zhuo Qi has become the leader of the Fiery Fire Sect?
Ye Zhenfeng remembered that Zhuo Qi once said that the reason why the Fiery Fire Sect had a place in the First Divine Continent was entirely dependent on the Xuantian Poison Fire passed down from generation to generation. The Xuantian Poison Fire was inherited by successive sect masters. So she also had Xuantian in her body Poisonous fire?
Xuantian Poison Fire kills one thousand enemies and damages eight hundred. Although it can improve the practitioner's martial arts, it can make the practitioner go crazy if he is not careful, which is very dangerous.
