In the Tianhua Hall, the head of the Eight Peaks sat on the stage, and the elders lined up beside them, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was almost frozen.
Zixuan said: "The position of the leader of each peak has always been held by the disciples of each peak.
It would be inappropriate to select candidates for the leader of Qingzhu Peak from other peaks.
I am afraid that the essence of Qingzhu Peak's skills will be lost."
"Haha, Senior Sister Zixuan's words are wrong.
The first position is naturally occupied by the capable.
In the past hundred years, Qingzhu Peak has been declining, and there are fewer and fewer disciples.
Now, including Junior Brother Yi's daughter, there are only five people. , and the qualifications are average He is mediocre and does not have much talent.
If he can select a leader among the younger generation of the sect to be the leader of the next Qingzhu Peak, he can sweep away the decadence of Qingzhu Peak and carry forward Qingzhu Peak from now on.
"Ling Jiannan said with a smile.
Zizhu, who was among the elders, had a hint of anger on his face.
He was about to stand up, but was stopped by Yi Butong's eyes, so he had to give up.
The injustice in his eyes did not disappear at all.
There was no expression on Yi Butong's face, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
He said in a slightly cold voice: "Senior Brother Ling, it's not your turn to point fingers at my position as the leader of Qingzhu Peak.
Don't let the dog take the mouse, too much "Nosy" As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Bu Tongyi's expression condensed, his robes moved automatically without wind, and a powerful aura of awe came out instantly, trying to break through the top of the Tianhua Palace.
The leaders felt their breaths suffocating, and they quickly resisted with luck.
The elders were less powerful and could not help but take two steps back.
Everyone on the Fourth Rank Throne was shocked The strength of the fourth-grade throne can be considered to be average among the leaders.
Unexpectedly, Yi Butong, who has always been low-key, actually has the strength of the fourth-grade throne.
"Why, Junior Brother Yi, who was given the title of "Ignorance" by the leader of Qingzhu Peak because of his stupid aptitude, also has the strength of a fourth-grade throne.
However, it is still not enough to demonstrate with the strength of a fourth-grade throne."
Hao Jianfeng said, the long sword at his waist was not moved. , but there is invisible sword energy flying, and the momentum is actually stronger than Yi Baotong.
Yi Butong raised his eyebrows angrily and said coldly: "It's enough to deal with you."
Ling Jiannan immediately stood up and said proudly: "Then I will teach Junior Brother Yi the power of Qinggang Jue and see if you have made any progress in thirty years."
Yi Butong stopped talking, took a step forward, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
In the Nine Meridians Martial Arts Tournament thirty years ago, Yi Butong was defeated by Ling Jiannan's sword by just one move.
At that time, everyone thought that Yi Butong was ordinary in appearance and dull in talent, while Ling Jiannan was extremely famous and was called a genius that Jianfeng had not seen in a century.
Yi Butong was defeated by only one move.
Although it was beyond everyone's expectations and caused a sensation, he was still defeated in the end.
Now that Ling Jiannan is making fun of what happened back then, Yi Butong naturally can't bear it.
Above the Tianhua Palace, the air suddenly seemed to freeze.
"Unbridled" shouted loudly, but the headmaster Hua Qing placed his palm on the seat with a heavy palm, his long beard trembled, and his face was full of anger, and said: "You two really think that I, the headmaster, am dead?"
Headmaster Hua Qing, as the head of Jiuhua Sect, shouted angrily.
Yi Butong and Ling Jiannan did not dare to disobey and retreated.
"Senior brother, please calm down," Ling Jiannan said with a smile.
Yi Butong snorted coldly, sat back on his seat, and didn't look at Hua Qing.
Hua Qing looked around at the leaders of each peak and the elders.
The angry look on his face receded after a long while, and he muttered: "Junior Brother Yi."
Yi can't see clearly, doesn't squint, and doesn't answer.
Hua Qing looked at him and then said: "Although what Junior Brother Ling said is wrong, the decline of Qingzhu Peak is obvious to all.
If you don't want to do something, I'm afraid..."
Before Hua Qing could finish speaking, Yi Butong stood up, flicked his sleeves, floated down, and said in a cold voice: "Brother, head master, don't worry, if this Nine Meridians Competition, none of our Qingzhu Peak disciples will advance to the top eight.
Among them, the candidate for the top position of Qingzhu Peak is left to the decision of the master brother.
Without waiting for anyone to react, Yi Bu Long walked to the back hall, and Zizhu quickly followed.
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It was getting higher and higher day by day, and it was noon before I knew it.
All the disciples were waiting in the square, already impatient.
Everyone was anxious when they suddenly heard a clear sound of bells and cauldrons.
clang The sound of bells and cauldrons echoed in the square and in the vast sea of clouds.
The sound was crisp and clear, as if it had a magical power.
It shocked people's spirits, and the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet.
Then he saw the first of the eight peaks floating down from the arch bridge, quite like an immortal.
Hua Qing took a step forward, looked around at all the disciples, and said loudly: "The competition is divided into four games at the same time, and the leader or elder of each peak serves as the referee.
Now , the Nine Meridians Martial Arts Competition begins.”
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and the bells and cauldrons sounded again, resounding through the sky.
All the disciples were immediately filled with excitement and their blood was boiling.
Qin Yu looked at Lianmeng, but saw that she was still as cold as frost, and could not see any excitement.
Her blue skirt was fluttering, and her long hair reached her waist.
She was like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, who was free from the world and did not eat the fireworks of the world.
After seeing this, he could no longer look away until an elder shouted: "The third game, Qin Yu, a disciple of Qingzhu Peak, versus Chang Jian, a disciple of Sword Peak" Qin Yu woke up from a dream.
In the first round of four games, Qin Yu was the only one playing in Qingzhuyuan.
Yi Butong, Zizhu and his wife also came over.
Under the third high platform, more than a hundred people gathered, mostly Jianfeng disciples.
Yi Butong led everyone to the stage and was overwhelmed by the crowd.
Qin Yu looked towards the high platform and saw an old man in black sitting with his eyes closed, giving people a strange and spooky feeling.
It was creepy, but he was the head of the Netherworld Cave, a ghost.
Yi Qian'er whispered to Qin Yu: "The old man in black is the first ghost of Youming Cave.
He is the oldest one among the eight peaks, and his martial arts is the most bizarre.
Every time he is lucky, it must be the black mist.
"The lingering one is extremely evil, and his person is also gloomy and unpredictable."
Before Yi Qian'er could finish speaking, the old man in black suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qin Yu and Yi Qian'er.
His lips were slightly parted, revealing two sharp fangs.
The two of them were horrified, feeling as if they were being stared at by a ghost, and their whole bodies were cold.
Gui Youming seemed to be smiling but not smiling and said: "Hey, little girl, although the martial arts practiced by the Youming Cave lineage are extremely evil, I have justice in my heart, so how can I be said to be evil."
After saying that, Gui Youming closed his eyes again and hid himself in the black robe, unable to see his face clearly.
Yi Qianerjiao.
Panting and in shock, Qin Yu felt a huge wave in his heart.
Since that day when Du Biwu taught Qin Yu to communicate with the sword spirit, Qin Yu is still afraid of the powerful evil spirit and has a grudge against the blood sword.
And Gui Youming's words just now sounded eerie and weird, but to Qin Yu, they were like the sound of nature.
If I have righteous thoughts in my heart, how can I say evil things?
If I have benevolent thoughts in my heart, how can I say evil things?
Qin Yu was like a Bodhi initiation, and the depression in his heart was suddenly relieved, and he felt extremely relaxed.
He held the sword tightly with both hands, and suddenly felt extremely friendly, as if water and milk were merging together, and the true energy flowed in unimpeded.
The true energy surged, and there were signs of being a sixth-grade martial artist.
Qin Yu looked at the old man in black again, with a hint of heartfelt respect in his eyes.
At this time, I suddenly heard a noise from the Jianfeng disciples, and then I saw a young man in white flying up with a long sword on his feet.
His figure was very handsome.
The Jianfeng disciples in the audience cheered.
Zhang Xinpi smiled and said: "Junior brother Qin Yu, don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if you lose.
There are still senior brothers here.
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I will definitely win glory for Qingzhu Peak."
Qin Yu seemed not to hear, and then glanced at Yi Butong, but he heard Yi Butong say expressionlessly: "Just use your strength, don't lose the face of Qingzhu Peak."
"Yes, Master" Qin Yu nodded and then jumped up to the high platform.
Gui Youming still closed his eyes and said indifferently: "The competition begins
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