The wind in Changzhou City became lighter.

The whole field was silent, and even the birds singing on the branches in the distance could be heard.

Everyone opened their mouths slightly and looked at Yun Luo's bow.

Looking at the blue shirt and holding the disciple's courtesy respectfully, the identity of the person opposite was naturally about to emerge.

There are countless sects in the world of cultivation, and for thousands of years, ups and downs, changing the world, changing the world.

Many of the former sects have now become small sects and even inheritance has been cut off, drowned in the long river of history.

There are also many small sects that once worked hard to run, but now they have become giants.

Only the Xiling Sword Sect has lasted for thousands of years and has been glorious for thousands of years.

Among them, there are dangers of overturning in the most difficult times, but there are always people who stand up to turn the tide and help the building collapse.

It was these senior Sword Sect who had been one after another that built the Xiling Sword Sect into the most prestigious practice sect in the world and a world-recognized sword cultivation holy land.

"Is this Chen Qingfeng, the leader of the Sword Sect?"

"How many dishes do you dare to call the name of the Sect Master of the Sword Sect?"

"Why do you look like an ordinary old man?"

A man whispered and, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly had a huge circle around him.

These wild cultivators and practitioners of small sects do not understand the inside story of the rise of the Sword Sect, but only know that the Sword Sect is now becoming more powerful.

One is the Emperor of Yuan, one is the Lord of Jin, one is the Empress of Beiyuan, and one is the Pearl of Jiangdong. These four people alone are enough to take care of the Sword Sect for decades to stand firm.

Of course, they can only see these surfaces.

On such a surface, the Xiling Sword Sect is already invincible in the world.

Chen Qingfeng didn't think so. He knew that the Sword Sect was still the same Sword Sect, and even in absolute power was even worse than a few years ago.

However, the situation has changed.

From the continuous decline and sinking, we began to climb upward.

Although it is still at the bottom, it is a world of difference.

He smiled and helped Yun Luo up, his eyes full of relief, and thousands of words came from the heart, but stopped at his lips and tongue.

In the end, he only patted Yun Luo's back of his hand, "Come on, I'll introduce it to you."

"Master Xing, I'm acquaintance, don't you say more?"

Yun Luo smiled and greeted Xing Zhaoyuan, and Xing Zhaoyuan replied with a smile.

Seeing that Yun Luo was holding on to the courtesy of his younger disciples, Xing Zhaoyuan felt that, well, he was always face-saving!

This treatment made the disciples of Qingxi Sword Pool even more angry, but they dared not speak out.

They secretly looked at the side face of Gu Jing Wubo, who was still sitting still, and felt that the unfathomable leader should have taken the wrong medicine today.

"This is Mr. Qingluan from Sixiang Mountain."

Chen Qingfeng's introduction continues.

"I have long admired Daming, but have never been welcomed. Please forgive me for your crime."

Yun Luo hurriedly saluted Qingluan Guo Youtang, and his etiquette was the same as Xing Zhaoyuan.

Guo Youtang, also dressed in blue clothes, smiled and replied with a gentle look, but did not say much.

After meeting the three leaders, Yun Luo saw many acquaintances in the team, including Bai Qingyue, Bai Song and his son, Huo Beizhen, Liu Fuqiu, Xing Tian from Hengduan Daozhuang, etc.

But this was not the time for greetings. Yun Luo winked at them and reached out to invite the three families to come on stage.

Chen Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Xing Zhaoyuan, "Since the owner of the village has an appointment, why not go first?"

Xing Zhaoyuan laughed, bowed to Chen Qingfeng, Guo Youtang and Yun Luo, and stepped onto the platform.

Seeing Xing Zhaoyuan subconsciously stopping at an distance of eighteen steps from him, Jin Han, the leader of the Golden Knife Sect, who had been standing on the platform for a long time, his pupils shrank.

A true master does not need to make any more combat preparations, and he is always in combat preparations at any time.

Eighteen steps, just on this small platform, the most suitable combat distance.

It only took Xing Zhaoyuan a moment to find this distance.

"I heard about the name of the owner of Xing for a long time, and I will see you today..."

"Don't say that you have a reputation, you will know if you have fought with me." Xing Zhaoyuan smiled and cut off Jin Han's compliment. Unexpectedly, Jin Han was not angry, but his eyes lit up, as if he had found a similar person.

Jin Han sighed: "It's a pity that we can't fight today."

"All of them are in their teens, so how can they be as anxious as they are in their teens and twenties."

Xing Zhaoyuan's jokes made many female monks in the field blush.

It turns out that when big people get along with big people, they don’t always hold on.

"Haha, what Master Xing said is very much. Then we will be another day!" Jin Han laughed and suggested.

Xing Zhaoyuan's face looked strange, and he didn't know if the Beiyuan sword cultivator had any hidden bad intentions, so he had to agree and said, "Okay, then let's take action together now?"

"Okay!" Jin Han agreed very readily.

"Since you two appreciate each other, you must have the same intentions?"

On the other side, Zhuang Jinju suddenly spoke.

Cao Xuan, who had been sitting still, turned his head and looked at Zhuang Jinju.

The inexplicable words of the Confucian leader made the two of them feel moved and they suddenly remembered that this conference was not only the two of them competing for power, but also many strong enemies were eyeing them.

So they quickly agreed with each other, each exerting five successes and declared to the public 70%.

As a result, the two of them had no energy, and they each took a quick stab at it.

In the eyes of many people watching the fun below:

The surging river water rushed into the white wall with the power of opening mountains and splitting stones, and suddenly hit a torrent. The torrent swooped down from a high place like a thousand troops, and with a decisive attitude, he was about to crush everything in front of him.

On the white wall, the two hit one violently. The tiger went down the mountain and walked on the Qingxi sword pool to hide in the corner, shrinking its already small body. The mountain of Yunmeng Sect shook a few times, and the character Ru shook slightly, and his body was still not diminished, and they all avoided it. The tripod slid horizontally towards the edge, which was a little smaller.

The dust settled, and two big knives appeared on the white wall, a grassland scimitar and a thick-backed knife with its head on the ring. The blades were connected and stood in an interlaced manner.

The sword is written with the Golden Knife Sect and the Hengduan Daozhuang respectively.

Everyone below applauded and thought it was so fucking good-looking.

Only the high-level monks in the field frowned and confused.

That's it?

You are the two most powerful sword cultivators in the world, just fooling us like this?

Please be a person!

All of these people hope that the two of them will fight with all their strength, and it is best to show off all their tricks.

Because, according to the rules of this five sect conference, anyone may become an enemy, especially those sects with strong power and hope to compete for the status of the five sects. They are simply the enemy except themselves.

The magic weapon of victory is to hide yourself secretly and see your opponent thoroughly.

Unfortunately, because of Zhuang Jinju's words, the two of them were shocked.

Cao Xuan was surprised at that glance just now, and he didn't know what Old Man Zhuang was thinking.

Xing Zhaoyuan and Jin Han looked at each other and took their disciples down the platform.

Jin Han picked up a chair and sat down, but Xing Zhaoyuan stood here with everyone in Hengduan Daozhuang, waiting for Chen Qingfeng and Guo Youtang.

Chen Qingfeng smiled and was about to speak, Guo Youtang took a step forward and clasped his fists at Chen Qingfeng like a man, "Youtang took one step first."

He nodded slightly to Yun Luo and stepped onto the platform.

In the attic in the distance, Jiang Yan smiled and said, "It's really hard to imagine how Mr. Qingluan and Mr. Xiuhu get along on weekdays."

Fu Lin glanced at him strangely, "What do you imagine that, is it a lewd?"

Jiang Yan's smile stopped, "..."

"Don't think too seriously. Not to mention the ten years of wandering, all the messy days have passed. When I was under Ling Shuai's command, in the army, there were a bunch of rough men who would still expect them to talk to you about the romantic relationship?"

"That's the truth."

Jiang Yan smiled, turned his gaze back to the white wall, and hid the feeling of disillusion in his heart.

Almost everyone in the field was staring at the white wall with him.

Because she represents Sixiang Mountain, one of the five sects, because no one has ever seen her take action, and because she is the first woman to appear today.

Because she is Qingluan, she is Guo Youtang.

She stood quietly on the stage, staring at the white wall, quietly turned her right hand, and a small short sword was suspended in her white palm.

There were countless runes shining around the dagger and then sank into it.

The breeze rippled in the heaven and earth, blew several hairs that had escaped the constraints.
To be continued...