The afternoon sun was shining, and Jinling ushered in the match day of the Youth League. Among the highly anticipated two games of the semi-finals, the most popular one was undoubtedly the match between Xie Lingyun and Wen Qingfeng.

"Who will win the final victory? Please invite two young heroes to come on stage-"

The east city was already full again, with a hustle and bustle scene. The announcement of Taoist Duowen immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and everyone shouted and shouted.

Xie Lingyun was always nervous today. After leaving Yecheng Mountain in the morning, Mo Chou finally heard the words and turned back into the sword shape. It was the ancient magic sword that was discovered by the treasure pot. It looked like bronze, with a wide sword body, a round sword tail, a short handguard, and a sword hilt wrapped in red ropes. It was simple and grand, and extraordinary.

There was a faint green light, and the sword tips on both sides were flowing with white light. At his request, Mo Chou restrained his breath, and the sword energy was not revealed at all, and he became an ordinary ancient sword.

Since he entered Dongshi, he has held the sword tightly. Although the Mochou sword is tied to his waist, it may fly away by itself at any time. He couldn't help but mutter, don't have anyone she likes.

In the Qunying Hall, when he saw Liu Ziyu and Zhang Chengzong, Mo Chou did not react at all. When he saw Wen Qingfeng, he felt his sword move slightly, as if he was looking more clearly. His heart immediately grabbed: "No, no..."

Because of the contact between the palm and the Mochou Sword, her spiritual light could fly directly to his soul: "The person named Wen Qingfeng is a person who pursues swordsmanship, but his courage and determination are only when he draws the sword."

Xie Lingyun was shocked, wouldn’t that mean that Wen Qingfeng passed her first level of assessment? And he was denied at the beginning... It seemed that the danger of the Divine Sword turning against the water was even higher.

"Are you sure?" he asked, a little unwilling.

"Well, he is the kind of person I said who can abandon everything in order to reach the peak of swordsmanship. He has this potential." Mo Chou said very surely.

"Is it okay to be ruthless, abandon your wife and son, and deceive your master and destroy your ancestors...?" Xie Lingyun took a deep breath. Mo Chou said, "That's right." He was really angry: "No matter how many times you say it, I can't understand. Those who are just for themselves are not worthy of using a sword." Mo Chou did not agree: "You are wrong. The way of swordsmanship is the way of the strong, only..."

Listening to her about winning and dying, Xie Lingyun directly cut off the ray of inspiration, left the sword body with his palm, and did not listen any further.

He gritted his teeth and didn't care about that much. Let's die like a ruthless villain like Wen Qingfeng. No matter what, Mochou Jian is mine.

"Ake, Ake"

At this time, with the cheers of the audience, Xie Lingyun took the lead in walking onto the ring, stood in the east, and smiled and bowed to everyone around him, "Thank you, thank you."

Then the girls of Wenjiu also screamed, Wen Qingfeng stepped onto the stage. Today he was wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, full of heroic spirit, and his outfit was no different from usual. He only wore a magic sword on his waist, which was his "Flying Leaf Sword". It has a level of sixth grade and can be called "an invincible treasure". It has previously shown its great power.

In the duel between the children of the Southern Sect, everyone's eyes were of course aimed at the sword in their hands. Both sides were hiding their true strength. They could not see Xie Lingyun's Taiyi Sword, nor could they see any magical weapon and magic weapon in Wen Qingfeng.

"That's it?" But powerful men like Master Zhang Tian, ​​Master Mingya, Master Le Zheng, Master Dongwei, etc. all noticed the bronze ancient sword held by Xie Lingyun. It seemed ordinary, but the more they looked, the more mysterious it became...

Uncle Zhong's old face wrinkled. As a sword immortal cultivator and a master of Wanjian Sect, there are people in the world who know swords better than him, but it is difficult to find Jinling at the moment, but... he doesn't even break the ancient sword.

Sure enough, the magic sword was born last night, and the fourth young master was holding it? He shook his head and sighed, he couldn't feel at ease

"Is that just?" Ziyun Zhenren's eyes condensed, and he still couldn't hide the coveted light. Is he recognized his master? I don't know how powerful it is...

If there is no accident, you can get the Taiyi Sword and this magic sword tonight, and then you can enjoy it well.

"Brother Xie, please give me some advice." Wen Qingfeng fell in the west position of the ring and bowed with a smile. The humble and gentlemanly style made the girls' admiring disciples shout again.

"Would you like to give me advice? You need to use a sentient sword to use it. You should not be a ruthless person in evil spirits." Xie Lingyun said seriously.

Wen Qingfeng was quite inexplicably. Asking for advice was just a polite word. The other party was even arrogant and said a few words: "The Sword of Love, the Sword of Love, the Sufferless Man?" He meant that "Tongbai Palace is full of evil people, and it is just a crime to do evil when he draws a sword." Wen Qingfeng's smile faded and said sutra: "I'm going to teach Brother Xie that I'm going to draw a sword to kill evil and destroy demons."

Then the one who is going to be killed today is Xie Lingyun, the big demon,

Xie Lingyun not only did not get angry but also smiled in his heart. Come on, even if he was upset, let these ignorance and distracting thoughts, these ignorance and anger blind your sword heart. All the determination and courage are left behind. See if Mochou still recognizes you.

Wen Qingfeng, who didn't know that he had fallen into the trap, was still quite proud of the counterattack, so there was nothing to say? But he said: "I would like to tell Brother Xie that there are many magical swords in the world, and one or two of them are not invincible. There are also sword techniques that determine the outcome."

Sword Technique? Xie Lingyun, he was not very good before. Now he practiced the "Ou Ye Sword Technique" for a night. Although it seems that he is in a hurry to cram the Buddha's feet, his sword Technique has really improved a lot. When the people in the formation world will see Ou Yezi's sword Technique

He didn't say anything, held the sword again, and asked Mo Chou with a silent smile: "What do you think of this person now?"

"There is no importance in my heart. There are still more things that hinder the sword path." Mo Chou seemed a little disappointed in his tone, and he almost said, "He is not my sword master."

Hehe, because your sword master is far away in the sky and close in front of me, Xie Lingyun laughs constantly and finds that he really has the potential to be a bad person

"Oh, we saw that the competition has not started yet, and the smell of gunpowder between the two is already very strong." Taoist Zhugan's excited words spread throughout Jinling, making the people excited. Immediately, Taoist Jinghui asked: "Zhugan, you said you were the Mutuan of Little Brother Wen and the Mutuan of Little Brother Xie. Let me be honest, who do you think you won this game?"

At the ceremonial seat on the ring, the three ceremonies were pushing the final atmosphere before the game, but they were also real. Taoist Zhugan laughed and said, "This choice really makes me embarrassed. I feel that both of them have a chance. I will not be surprised who wins and loses."

"It means I didn't say it." Taoist Principal Jinghui was absolutely dissatisfied with the answer and insisted on letting him make a choice, saying, "Let's do this, I'll make a prediction first. In the next game, Xiaozi Zhang will beat Xiaozi Liu, it's your turn."

The audience burst into laughter, and even the people in Tiezhu Palace were not angry. The head Mingya Zhenren never had the idea of ​​"Liu Ziyu will win", so Tiezhu Palace was not prepared. He went on stage to show his style of Jingmingdao, and lost decently.

For this reason, he had already communicated with Master Zhang Tian and asked him to ask Zhang Chengzong not to take ruthless measures against Liu Ziyu, and he would stop when he was really clicked. Master Zhang Tian did not comment and said, "I will tell him." Whether he agreed or not depends on Zhang Chengzong's own wishes.

At this time, the emcee was used to make fun of it. Zhang Liu and Liu on the side of the Taiwan side had different expressions. Zhang Chengzong frowned slightly and became angry because he was a clown who made fun of everyone for no reason; Liu Ziyu was sighing secretly, and he knew that he had no hope, but he was always a little unhappy to listen to others insisting that he couldn't do it...

"Your choice is too easy." Taoist Zhu Gan said in anger and wanted to criticize the other party for being shameless. "Boy Wen and Xiaozi Xie are equal in strength and are not that easy to guess."

"Then say it." Taoist Principal Jinghui had no intention of giving up, and incited the audience to ask: "Do you want to know the choice of bamboo pole? If you want to cheer?"

The audience immediately burst into applause, and bursts of shouts came from all directions. The two gangs of girls, Mutu, were shouting for their idols. Taoist Master Dayouzhugan would die if he didn't choose their sweetheart.

Under the turmoil of the crowd, Taoist Master Zhugan glared at his partner and had to say helplessly: "Okay, I guess Boy Wen will win."

"Oh?", "What?", "It's obviously Taoist Master Xie", "It's impossible not us A Ke"... The crowd became more turbulent, and I couldn't hear the victorious cheers of the girls in the wine, and I could only hear angry shouts. Even if the Gao Zhuan pole was a monk, he was destined to be unable to get out of this East City today...

"I said they were half-to-half. I chose Wen Xiaozi just because of a very vulgar reason. He was from Tongbai Palace." Taoist Zhugan explained briefly. It would be difficult for the ancestral court to win one and go down the mountain gate.

But if this does not make the people angry, Master Duowen stood up and said he would listen to the two teenagers' thoughts before everyone calmed down.

"Thank you for your trust in Taoist Master Zhugan, I will work hard." Wen Qingfeng was full of confidence. He looked different from the past, and obviously had some new reliance.

"I don't care." Xie Lingyun shrugged without caring, looked around, and smiled: "Everyone should remember that in the previous few games, Taoist Zhugan did not look down on me, and in the end he was attracted to him again and again. I don't mind swelling his face again."

"Okay" The audience burst into cheers, shouting at the audience at the Tiangong Palace at its peak, and Tongbai Palace was full of sneering and snorting. Ziyun Zhenren stroked his beard and said lightly: "Look, as long as Qingfeng performs normally, that arrogant boy will be knocked off the arena within ten rounds."
Chapter completed!