"Please sit down!"

The sun on the head of Lushan Mountain waved to let people sit down. He sat in the first big chair. This said: "This five-Yue debate on the sword will be supported by the other four factions and will be held by my sister. ☆→☆→ In the past, Wuyue’s sword was to select the younger disciples who emerged from the Wuyue Jianpai. The younger brothers of Bibi’s later generations were powerful, martial arts, and good fortune. I have to change the way for the Wuyue Jianpai. I negotiated with the other four factions and reached an agreement. I decided to select the chief disciple of the Wuyue Jianpai at this year’s Wuyue Sword Congress. The best young generation of the Swordsmen walked the rivers and lakes."

"Of course, what's more important is to lay a foundation for the future merger of the Wuyue Jian School! Nowadays, the magical teachings are eager to move, and there are also undercurrents between the various factions. The rivers and lakes are not too flat. I want to maintain my proper status in the rivers and lakes, and even take it to the next level. It is up to you younger generations. The chief disciple of the Wuyue Jianpai is the leader of the younger generation of the Wuyue Jianpai. Ten years later, after our old guys are old, your younger generation will carry forward my Wuyue Jianpai!"

Listening to the top master of the mountain, the five disciples of Wuyue, everyone clenched their fists, blood boiling. The chief disciple of the Five Schools of Wuyue Sword School is even more excited. The look is full of excitement and eagerness to try. They all want to be the chief disciple of the Wuyue Jianpai!

The Hengshan faction is in the crowd.

The little nun pulled the corner of La Chu Yaoyin and his eyes were bright: "Master Sister, who took the position of the chief disciple of Wuyue Jianpai, it would be mighty!"

"Yeah, Master Sister!" A group of Hengshan disciples, all looking excitedly at Chu Yaoyin. Nodded in agreement.

"Hehe" Chu Yaoyin gave a chuckle, did not answer, and did not refuse. A pair of beautiful eyes, a silky sword, a sharp gaze, expressed her determination.

Hengshan School.

"Master brothers. You must work hard and defeat them all! Be the chief disciple of Wuyue!" A disciple of the famous Hengshan school said in Mo Xiaoyao's ear.

Mo Xiaoyao smiled, Chang Xiaorujian, holding his hand, his eyes filled with fine light, and his spirits fluttered.

"Wow, the master is so handsome, I can definitely win the position of the chief disciple!" A group of Hengshan disciples shined. Amazing.

The smile on Mo Xiaoyao’s face is even stronger.

Taishan faction.

"Master brothers, we believe in you, the position of the chief disciple of Wuyue, must fall in your hands!" A group of Taishan disciples, shouted in Pan Mao's ear.

Pan Wei held a purple sword and squatted on his shoulder. He laughed: "The position of the chief disciple of Wuyue, not to me, who is it?"

"Master Ge Weiwu!" A group of Taishan disciples laughed.

Lushan faction.

"Master brother. You must take the position of the chief disciple of Wuyue. Oh, the head is watching you!" A group of Lushan disciples cried in the ears.

Hao Tian looked back and saw the chief of the stage, sitting on the top of the mountain. The head of Lushan seemed to be aware of it. He looked at him and smiled. I can see that the forehead is cold and sweaty, and the pressure is very high. Cried his teeth and said: "I try my best. The rest of the four factions are not vegetarian, they are very powerful!"

"Master, you are the best!"

"Yes, Master. We all believe in you!"

"Master, look at the head, do you dare to be lazy?"

The voice of the disciple of Lushan was heard from the ear. Hearing the cold sweat, he could only stretch his face and nodded: "Take it!"

The chief disciples of the various factions are concentrating on their hearts and will take the position of the chief disciple of Wuyue. In Huashan, Lin Yi is a light-looking, light-looking, sitting in a chair.

Seeing the disciples around me, one by one, they shouted dissatisfaction, and they shouted: "Master, you see the chief disciple, and you are motivated. How can you do this?"

Lin Yi waved his hand: "Don't make trouble, the position of the chief disciple is definitely our Huashan!"

"Cut! Master, you are too arrogant!" All the disciples of Huashan were stunned.

"How? Don't believe me?" Lin Yi pretending to be angry, watching the Huashan disciples have not changed their faces, all are scornful colors, Lin Yi sighed and patted the shoulders of the fox wind: "No Believe me, do you also want to believe in your sorcerer brother? Hey, you don’t need your masters to shoot, you can let the fox brothers kill them all! Believe it or not?”

All the Huashan disciples shouted in surprise, yelling: "Master, why don't you personally shoot yourself?"

"Haha, you can let the fox brothers solve them. Why do I have to shoot?" Lin Yi haha ​​smiled and looked proud. It also provoked the Huashan disciples to scream: "The master is too lazy, even the hands are lazy!"

"You know a fart! You let the fox brothers take the shots and kill them all. This shows that we are very good at Huashan?" Lin Yi listened with anger and glanced at this group of people.

The Huashan disciples came to realize this, and they screamed one by one: "It turned out to be!"

"Yes, you don't need the master to shoot, the fox brothers can solve them, so it doesn't show me that Huashan is more powerful?"

"It should be a master more powerful!"

"Many who is powerful, everyone feels right, right!"

"Haha, yes, that's the reason!"

A group of Huashan disciples laughed happily.

At this time, the whole of Lushan, the voice of the head of the mountain was heard from the ears of all people: "The Five Sacred swords begin!"

Lin Yi’s face was awkward, and they glanced at them. This said: “You have a chance to play, don’t give me a shame!”

Many Huashan disciples, one by one, bowed their heads and secretly spit out their tongues.

On the platform, a disciple of Hengshan’s third-rate situation turned over to Taiwan. Lin Yi glanced at him and looked at Han Bai. He said, "Han Bo, you go up!"

"Yes, Master!" Han Bai was out, and the sword arched his hand. He walked out of the Huashan crowd, and his toes glimpsed and leaped to the ring.

"Huashan Hanbai!"

"Hengshan is no words!"

The two men arched each other. The name of the newspaper was issued, and the Wuyue sword began to officially begin.

Han Bo pulled the sword out of the sheath and the sword light flashed. "Taiyue Sanqingfeng" sword method, in his hand, the murderous force of the display, the sword has a murder. I saw that Lin Yi was extremely satisfied. Han Bo’s swordsmanship has made great progress, and there are not many waste moves.

The disciple named Hengshan, who is a non-verbal person, looked so solemn and cautious.

The two men were on the ring and they fought each other.

The sword is constantly shining, and the cold mans are flashing.

The other four factions, one by one, looked very dignified and did not expect that there was a disciple in Huashan. The sword is so good. Sword and sword appear to kill, the strokes are smooth, the real killing method!

On the contrary, the Hengshan disciple, there are some oysters in the sword, and they are not working well. The combat experience seems to be very small. Perhaps it should be said that there is very little contact with swords like Han Bo. Coping with extreme oysters and childishness.

The people of Hengshan. The brows are wrinkled more tightly.

This is not the name of Mo, and the elders of Hengshan. The chief disciple, Mo Xiaoyao, has the same surname. Obviously in Hengshan, it is also a disciple. Talent is inevitable, even the arrogant figure in the third-rate world.

They did not even think that the gap between the words is not so great with Huashan Hanbai.

Although the third-rate situation is just an appetizer, active and active Wuyue on the sword atmosphere. But it is enough to make them pay attention. The genius of the younger generation can be related to the future of the sect. The younger generation can't compare, can the future of the martial art be good?

The two men had passed hundreds of moves, and they were so sloppy that they were placed on the neck by Han Baiyi. decline.

This battle, Huashan Han Bosheng!

"Carrying!" Han Bo hugged his fist and stepped down. It seems that a lot of blows have been made, and the silence has been silenced.

Then, another disciple of Lushan came to power.

Lin Yi took a look at the situation of the third-rate, waved his hand and let the rest of the sea go to Taiwan.

The situation is the same as that of Han Bai, even faster. Yu Hai’s first hand, “The Life of the Three-Swords of the Rings” won the biography of Lin Yi, and the swords and swords were all killing, all of them were deadly swords.

Still out of the sword is very fast, a sword and a sword!

Less than twenty strokes, the disciples of Lushan fell.

Yu Haisheng!

The other four factions looked even more dignified. They did not expect that Huashan had two such three-disciplinary disciples, which were so powerful. Going this way, what is it?

The people of Taishan thought about it and sent a third-rate disciple to the stage.

Lin Yi smiled slightly, this time the five sacred swords, he is let Huashan out of the limelight. Naturally, it is necessary to control the initiative of the sword in the hands, which can satisfy his intention.

With a wave of hand, Jiang Xiaoyu gestured and turned over the platform.

The two men arched their hands and the battle began.

This time, it was the turn of the Taishan disciple to attack, and the Huashan disciple was guarded.

Let the people of Taishan loose their breath, and the dark road Huashan disciples are not so strong.

However, over time, the look of Taishan people became dignified by ease, and they all showed amazement. This Huashan's Jiang Xiaoyu is more than defensive, but the Taishan disciple is a few moves to come back and forth.

Everyone knows that the move is old and must be defeated.

The people in Taishan’s heart are not good. They wait for what they reminded. Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly changed his breath, and he was turned into a mountain tiger by the shrinking tortoise.

Brushing a few swords to counterattack, Taishan disciples did not react, they were attacked by Jiang Xiaoyu, and a sword was placed on his shoulder.

Taishan disciple defeated!

Huashan wins another game!

The winning streak was three games, and the other four factions all looked awkward. Again and again, three more. Huashan won all, which is obviously not a case, but a disciple of Huashan, really better than the rest of the factions.

Hengshan sent a small nun to Yiqian. This time, Lin Yi smiled and did not send someone. The first three consecutive games are bright enough, and the third-rate situation does not need to be sent.

Besides, Yiqian’s little nun followed him in Lanzhou City for a period of time, and his strength was naturally strong. Among the disciples of Huashan’s upper court, he could not find her better than her. The other factions did not know that Lin Yi would naturally not be exposed, and no longer sent a third-rate disciple to play.

Keep firmly on the rhythm of the sword and control it. (To be continued...)