It was an early morning, the sun had just risen, and the sky was still shrouded in a faint morning light. Countless sun rays fell, bringing a touch of warmth.

All the disciples are here. There are hundreds of lower court disciples, dozens of upper court disciples, and nine elders, and there is only one missing from the head, Tian Xingzi.

Tang San stood with Tan Xingwu and Zuo Nishang. He and Tan Xingwu were Tan Wujiu's disciple and son, while Zuo Nishang was Lian Yuanqi's direct disciple.

Glancing at Zuo Nishang next to her, she has a cold temperament, full of an aura that no one should approach. Her bumpy figure attracts the eyes of the disciples around her to keep shining, but when she sees her a warrior who is a disciple of the upper school After the service, the disciples of the lower court could only suppress the thoughts in their hearts and dare not reveal them.

Tang San had no desire for a man or a woman in his heart, he just looked at it and turned his head with a dull expression, staring at the platform where the first elder was, he was waiting for Tian Xingzi to appear, he wanted to see the might of the divine weapon again.

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A loud bang sounded in the sky, and a dazzling star appeared in the sky, and the silver brilliance scattered little by little, like the figure of an immortal stepping on the magic sword, descending from the sky, and landed straight on the Taishi chair on the platform in front of the martial arts field.

Endless starlight shrouded the martial arts field on the top of the mountain, Tang San's heart was shaking when he saw the silver radiance floating around. This kind of dreamlike scene can only be seen in movies, this is the power of myth.

The endless twinkling of stars shook the hearts of countless disciples, making them more in awe of the Heavenly Star Sect, and more loyal to the Heavenly Star Sect, the might of the divine soldier, the peerless power, and they couldn't help but be shaken.

"I'm afraid every time Sect Leader Tian Xingzi appears like this, it's to shock the minds of the people in the sect," Tang San thought.

The nine elders looked at the stars in the sky with envy in their eyes. Unfortunately, they knew that they would never have the opportunity to control such a weapon in their lives. It was a treasure that only the head of the sect was qualified to control.

Tianxingjian, the real confidence and support for the Tianxing sect to exist for five hundred years, it is it that led the Tianxing sect to live through the darkest times.

When the starlight in the sky gradually dissipated, an old man wearing a purple-gold gossip robe sat on the Taishi chair, quietly looking at the disciples and elders, his eyes were as calm as an ocean, boundless, and his face was serious like a temple statue, inexplicably The pressure swept over everyone.

At this time, a peaceful voice sounded, but it roared like a thunder in everyone's ears, which shocked their spirits: "This time, the disciples can participate in the Northwest Wulin Conference, regardless of the upper and lower courts, and they can both teach skills and perform martial arts. There are three arenas in the arena. Whoever can defend until there is no challenge, he will win. After each competition, the champion can rest for a quarter of an hour. Those who succeed in the battle will receive a herbal pill, which can cure all dark diseases. , which is what I got from going out when I was young, and there are only three left, I hope you can do it yourself."

When Tang San heard this, he suddenly felt that Tian Xingzi looked at him, and his heart moved: "Hey, why is Tian Xingzi looking at me? It's strange."

After a flash of doubt, Tian Xingzi's voice sounded again: "Now, the competition begins."

As Tian Xingzi's words fell, everyone was excited. The three who succeeded in the fight this time will get the secret medicine "Baicao Pill", which can cure dark diseases, which is a great benefit.

You must know that martial arts cultivation is the most dangerous. Once you leave a dark wound, all future prospects will be empty, and this Baicao Pill can cure these dark diseases and bring people back to the peak. For the martial artist, it is simply one more time. chance.

The crowd was excited, and several figures had already emerged and rushed into the ring.

A disciple from the lower court appeared in the ring closest to Tang San, holding a large ring saber in his hand, Kong Wu was powerful, and was seven feet tall.

His voice just fell, and a figure had already rushed up, light as a swallow, flipped 360 degrees in the air, and landed lightly three meters away from him.

Only a clear voice sounded: "Senior brother Dong is polite, and junior sister Cheng Yuxia has learned."

The visitor is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she is not stunning, she is also a small jade, different from the usual female warriors who are five big and three rough.

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already drawn her sword.

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The long sword hummed softly, and the fine iron soft sword lit up with a white light and appeared in Cheng Yuxia's hand.

When Dong Xi saw that her opponent was a junior sister, she looked straight and said, "Junior sister Cheng, be careful."

After he finished speaking, he held the big ring saber in his hand, threw himself up, and slashed the mountains with force in one stroke. He was majestic and had the aura of splitting mountains and rocks.

Cheng Yuxia looked at Dong Xi's powerful swordsmanship, and with a flick of her feet, she was as light as a swallow and disappeared in front of Dong Xi. She came to Dong Xi's side at once, and with a flick of the soft sword in her hand, she stabbed straight at Dong Xi's throat.

Cheng Yuxia's swordsmanship is exquisite, and the silent sword made Dong Xi's complexion change greatly, and the long knife in her hand hurriedly swung towards her soft sword.

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The big ring knife hit the soft sword with one knife, but the soft sword in Cheng Yuxia's hand was like a snake, entangling the big ring knife, and the point of the sword was on Dong Xi's right hand holding the big ring knife.

Dong Xi's right hand was numb, and the right hand that held the Dahuan Dao instinctively loosened.

The big ring knife fell~lightnovelpub.net~ The soft sword in Cheng Yuxia's hand trembled again. The big ring knife was pulled by the soft sword, like a flying knife, and was inserted into the ring beside.

Cheng Yuxia took back her long sword and said to Dong Xi, "I've given it up, Senior Brother Dong."

Dong Xi looked at Cheng Yuxia, sighed and said, "Junior Sister Cheng, she's really amazing, she's going to be inferior."

As he spoke, he walked towards his big ring knife, gently pulled it up, and jumped off the ring.

On the platform, Tan Wu Jiu's voice sounded softly: "Yes, one-handed spirit snake swordsmanship, specializing in piercing hundreds of acupoints, is a good seedling, already at the peak of external skills, you can cultivate it."

The second elder heard the words and sneered: "Elder Tan's words are different, although the spirit snake swordsmanship is powerful, unfortunately it depends on who it is. It is naturally good for those ordinary warriors, but unfortunately it is useless against real masters. But second-rate swordsmanship is not worth wasting resources."

Tan Wu Jiu looked at the second elder and said with a sneer, "Beitiancheng, are you provoking me? It seems that you haven't been beaten enough."

The second elder of the Heavenly Star Sect was named Beitiancheng, he heard Tan Wujiu's words, his eyes flashed with anger, Tan Wujiu used to be the most outstanding genius disciple of their generation, he and Tan Wujiu never dealt with each other, The two of them didn't do much, but each time it ended in Beitian City's failure.

It was not until Tan Wu Jiu was seriously injured that his martial arts stopped, that he came to the top, first to reach the peak of internal strength, and defeated Tan Wu Jiu.

But last time, the incident of "Mutian Brewing" brought Tan Wu Jiu back to his peak state, and now he is no different than him and the Great Elder, and he won't be able to take advantage of the fight.