Guibiesheng lamented that he had finally changed his fate against the sky. Ye Qingxuan waved his hand and lifted Guibiesheng up, indicating that it was unnecessary. Guibiesheng respectfully and obediently went to see Duan Sanshi .
Once the matter was settled, another half an hour later, it finally arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon.
Boom, boom, the first drum rang outside, and the third round of the quarterfinals was about to begin.
The crowd outside began to applaud, the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, and the sound of applause continued to rise. It was the crowd watching the excitement urging the new competition to start quickly. The previous two competitions saw everyone excited, and they were full of anticipation. A more exciting and intense game appeared.
Everyone in the tent woke up from the silence, including the big monk Ruhua who was knocked out by Ye Qingxuan's punch in the morning, and got up with a depressed face. After several hours of rest, the fifth master was also angry After going down, I didn't mutter there anymore, just a bit unwilling and unwilling.
Ye Qingxuan laughed, and came over to persuade him, "Yo, Fifth Brother, are you awake?"
Ruhua gave Ye Qingxuan a sidelong glance, snorted, and didn't speak.
Ye Qingxuan knew that this person was still angry with him, so he hurriedly accompanied him, saying: "Fifth brother, don't be angry, look at that Zong Xuan, he can't help but fight, even if he doesn't admit defeat, how much of your strength can you show? Instead of this, it’s better to be calm and not to be impatient, just be patient for the time being, the next game will be the real thing. You see that you haven’t even shown the kung fu of [Arhat’s Golden Body] so far, what ability do you think they have to make you enjoy yourself Woolen cloth?"
Monk Ruhua thought about it, and it was the same thing. Zong Xuan's pretty face was too useless, and he was no match at all. After thinking about it for himself, he said in a low voice: "Well, that's fine, this time, you're right this time, the next match, the match Sajia will use all his strength... Also, you are not allowed to hit me again in the future, hit me on the head, and now, Sa, Sajia's head is still buzzing..."
Ye Qingxuan hurriedly swore to the sky that he would never be the leader again, and then the great monk Ruhua got up unhappily, and followed everyone out to watch the martial arts competition.
Just outside the door, there was already a second drum beeping outside.
Ye Qingxuan tied Fuchen and the sword behind his back, and said to everyone: "Brothers, I will pass first. If we go late for this game, it will appear that we are not polite and disgusting. I will go first..."
"Okay, Seventh Brother, let's go..."
Ye Qingxuan cupped his hands, flicked his sleeves, soared into the air, jumped over the crowd, and galloped towards the competition platform from the top of the nearby tent.
When Ye Qingxuan arrived at the arena, he saw that the arena was empty from a distance. It seemed that not only he was late, but also the opponent did not arrive.
That's fine, I'll wait for you, it's better than you wait for me, we haven't lost the etiquette.
When Ye Qingxuan arrived on the field, there was no one on the left or right, he pulled out his back whisk, straightened his clothes, and saluted Jishou to several innate masters on the viewing platform not far away, to show respect to the martial arts seniors, and then turned to the surrounding The fighters in the stands and scattered outside the competition stage bowed their heads and saluted.
On the viewing platform, a benevolent, fifty- or sixty-year-old old man chuckled and comforted him: "Hehe, I don't know which master's disciple this little Taoist priest is, but he seems to know how to be polite..."
Qiu Yiping immediately smiled and said: "Brother Shang, this is the second generation disciple of Qingyun Temple, Ye Qingxuan, who is the remaining vein of Kunwu..."
The eyes of this old man surnamed Shang flashed, "Oh? It turned out to be a disciple of Kunwu? Hehe, back then, the swordsmanship of Kunwu Mountain was peerless, and the five great swords shocked the martial arts world. Being murdered by others, it is rare to be able to rise to the top of the martial arts world again today, really gratifying..."
Everyone on the stage nodded in agreement.
At the beginning Zhan Yu introduced the innate masters on the viewing platform to several brothers, but he didn't recognize two of them. This was one of them, and he was Shang Xiaozhi, a hermit who was not born in Zhongzhou. There are not many people in Jianghu who know Shang Xiao directly, because he has no family and no affiliation, and he is just a local rich man who lives a carefree life. It is only because he went to the lost eight counties of Yunzhou to resist foreign invasion when he was young. He and Wei Xiaotian are old comrades-in-arms, and this time Wei Xiaotian invited him to be an expert in suppressing the battle, helping to suppress the scene.
The same is true of the other Zhan Yu who didn't recognize him. He is also in his fifties or sixties, with a serious face, slightly purple skin, and a vertical line between his eyebrows. He seems to have a bad temper. This is also Wei Xiao. The brother that Tian fought together back then was named Jia Junfu.
Shang Xiaozhi and Jia Junfu had the same thoughts and passion as Wei Xiaotian back then, but after the situation stabilized, the two returned to their hometown to retire and stopped fighting, but this time the situation in the Lost Eight Counties took a turn for the worse , and then promised Wei Xiaotian to come out to help and do his best for this side of the land. These two had never been in the Central Plains martial arts before, so it was not surprising that Zhan Yu couldn't recognize them.
Shang Xiaozhi boasted about Ye Qingxuan, but he annoyed the person next to him.
There was a sudden cold snort, and everyone looked at it in surprise, and laughed secretly in their hearts as if they had suddenly realized. It turned out that it was none other than "Houhun Taisui" Chu Tianjian, the master of Motianling who had just had his own master Wu Qihun killed on the first day he arrived in Mu'an City, in front of his face. No wonder Chu Tianjian taunted Ye Qingxuan when he heard someone praise Ye Qingxuan.
"Brother Shang hasn't entered the rivers and lakes for a long time, I'm afraid he is a little ignorant! Qingyunguan is a barren mountain and wild temple. I don't know which martial arts senior's grave was dug. After getting two sword books, he dares to call himself the remnant of the Kunwu sect. It's absurd It’s ridiculous. Among the martial arts schools, which one has not been passed down for several generations before it gained its current prestige, this Qingyun Guanxiang climbed to the position of a famous school with the prestige of a school that has been destroyed for a hundred years, it’s a fool’s dream... "
As soon as Chu Tianjian said this, the faces of several people on the viewing platform couldn't help but sink. Shang Xiaozhi and Qiu Yiping hadn't spoken yet, but the divine monk Miaoxiu who had been silent beside him couldn't help but speak: "Amitabha But benefactor Chu's words are wrong..."
"Oh? I'm wrong?" Chu Tianjian frowned. Unexpectedly, the monk of the Great Chan Temple would speak at this moment, and his heart sank.
The divine monk Miaoxiu smiled slightly, twirling a Buddhist bead and said lightly: "It is absolutely true that the Qingyun Temple is the remnant of the Kunwu sect. The poor monk was lucky enough to visit the temple for some time and saw the unique knowledge of the Kunwu sect. Then Guanzhu Lingxu is the authentic disciple of Kunwu, who was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe. His swordsmanship and inner strength are both famous in the world, and the poor monk admires him very much... "
Chu Tianjian smiled embarrassingly, and said: "Since there is proof from Master Miaoxiu, this Qingyun Temple is undoubtedly a remnant of the Kunwu sect. Hehe, it seems that Chu is ignorant this time..." Chu Tianjian kept his words straight, but It seems that the relationship between the Great Zen Temple and Qingyun Temple is not ordinary, and a small sect has such a deep background. The young master's plan to take revenge on this kid should be done carefully, so as not to Accidentally offended many forces.
There was a lot of intrigue on the viewing platform, but Ye Qingxuan finally waited for his opponent on the competition platform, "Silver General" Cen Peng.
This Cen Peng, who is in his early thirties, is 180 centimeters tall, with a thin waist and broad shoulders, a face like a crown jade, regular features, two sharp eyebrows, a pair of big leopard eyes, and a short beard under his jaw, looking proud and facing the wind , a cloud of colorful clouds.
A cyan warrior uniform, a silk luan with a large waistband, a robe of stars and flowers on the outside, a sword in the waist, and a huge bright silver halberd in his hand.
Seeing the sound of the three-way drum, he just came in a hurry, and as soon as he got on the stage, he bowed his hands to Ye Qingxuan and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for the boss, Cen was late for something important just now. , please forgive me..."
Ye Qingxuan seemed to be quite polite, everyone said that the "Halberd Monster" Xing Aotian had a violent and weird temper. Looking at his apprentice today, he has a good temper. Although the master may not be the same as the apprentice, but this is under the influence of his ears and eyes. , even if their personalities are different, they will definitely not be completely different. It seems that the rumors may not be true. Either way, this man is worth getting to know.
Ye Qingxuan flicked his fly whisk, Jishou smiled and said: "Infinite longevity, brother Cen was joking, and the poor have just arrived, brother Cen, you don't have to be polite. I have heard for a long time that the martial arts skills of the senior Xing Ao Tian Xing in Yangzhou are unrivaled in the world. Ye is lucky today." It's really a pleasure to have a test of martial arts with Senior Xing and Gaotu. Today, I will make friends with Brother Cen in martial arts, and later on, regardless of the outcome, you and I will have a drink together, okay?"
Cen Peng laughed, and proudly said: "It's rare for Brother Ye to think highly of it, how could Cen not accompany him. But a sword has no eyes, and Cen's halberd will not show mercy..."
Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Okay, it's not a good man to be merciful, you should let go. Brother Cen, please—"
"please-"
The referee at the side saw that the two had saluted, and after the conversation, he gave an order, and a gong sounded "Dang" next to it, and the competition officially started.
hum—
Cen Peng swiped the bright silver halberd in front of his body, bringing out a silver light, which suddenly lay across his chest, standing still, but with an imposing manner, as expected, he has the demeanor of a famous artist.
Cen Peng smiled slightly and said coldly: "Brother Ye, I offended you..."
As soon as the words fell, he stepped forward, with the bright silver halberd in his hand more than 20 meters away from Ye Qingxuan, he slashed his head vertically, a silver-white blade light formed, and attacked with the halberd, then Cen Peng took a step forward, and the halberd went up With one pick, another wave of silver light attacked, and after a further step, the halberd slashed horizontally, and another wave of stellar energy shot out...
Within a breath, the bright silver halberd in Cen Peng's hand slashed horizontally and vertically, slashing eighteen sword lights in a row, like a blooming silver flower, rushed towards Ye Qingxuan like a storm, and at the same time, Cen Peng also rushed towards Ye Qingxuan. He took eighteen steps forward and quickly approached Ye Qingxuan.
Before the silver light could reach his body, his vigor was already overwhelming, and the cold air immediately permeated the audience.
This move is exactly the "Halberd Monster" Xing Aotian's sure-fire move—[Eighteen Chain Silver Blooms]!