Long Xianli's delicate little face was as cold as frost, and she rushed towards Su Yun like the wind.
After waiting for a decision, he hurriedly checked his body. After finishing, he was surprised to find that Su Yun didn't have any injuries on his body.
"Strange?"
"Elder Long... Young Master... Young Master, are you okay?" Su Qing'er asked sadly with tears in her eyes.
Long Xianli's heart froze, and he carefully checked Su Yun's whole body, and then said suspiciously: "Not only is he fine, there are no wounds at all... After receiving such a powerful mysterious skill, how come he didn't get hurt at all?"
Crash.
At this time, a group of people from Huaxin Valley ran over.
"How is it? How is Master Su Yun doing?"
Gui Mojue ran over extremely nervously with his elite disciples and shouted hurriedly.
"Master Ghost, you came just in time, let's take a look at his condition!"
Long Xianli couldn't find a clue, so he asked a professional to come over.
On the other side, Shen Hong saw that Su Yun was already lying on the ground, motionless, so he made no move, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave.
"The Excalibur Sect is so despicable!!!"
Suddenly, an angry roar sounded from the Su family.
When people looked around, they saw a thin man with long hair and a white face standing up, pointing angrily at Shen Hong: "The two factions of players are fighting, fists and feet have no eyes. If you are afraid of death, you will admit defeat. Why show off? It depends on you. The Divine Sword Sect, when it was about to lose, intervened, not only preventing the outcome of the game, but also injuring others! Okay!! Okay!! Your Divine Sword Sect is really powerful!! I, Su Xiao, have seen it today!"
"Su Xiao, when will it be your turn to speak here? Shut up!"
The great elder turned his face sideways and shouted in displeasure.
But Su Xiao was not afraid and continued to shout: "Today in front of so many powerful sects, Shen Hong, do you have to give us an explanation?"
"That's right! Shenjian sent people to break the rules of the gathering of heroes and injure my Su clan members!! It's unforgivable! We want justice!"
"We want justice, and the Excalibur people must give us justice!"
Everyone in the Su family shouted loudly and looked excited.
The great elder frowned.
"Little Su family, dare to go against our Divine Sword Sect??"
When Shen Hong saw this, his brows crossed and he was about to get angry.
"Elder Shen!!"
Before she could move, an angry shout rang out.
Shen Hong's body trembled, and when he looked sideways, he saw the Divine Treasure King being pushed over in a wheelchair.
Not only him, but also the elders of other sects stood up one after another.
Shen Hong frowned and whispered, "Prince Bao, do you have any advice?"
"I don't take it as advice!" Shenbao King snorted: "But I hope Elder Shen can know where this place is. Now is the occasion of the gathering of heroes! You are blatantly disrupting the event! You have violated the rules of the conference! According to the rules, I will cancel You are qualified to participate in this heroic event!!"
"What?"
The anger in Shen Hong's eyes did not diminish, and he said coldly: "Just because of an ant of the seventh level of Lingxuanshi, you want to ban my Divine Sword Sect's right to compete?"
"Elder Shen Hong! If you continue to ignore the law and disrupt the rules of the competition, even if I don't cancel your qualifications, the powerful people from all the sects present will never give up. I hope you can discipline yourself! Otherwise, there will be no It’s our treasure gathering sect that’s to blame!!”
The Divine Treasure King said deeply.
When Shen Hong heard this, he raised his eyes and saw that the faces of people from all sects were gloomy.
Obviously, her move was indeed extreme.
Seeing this, Shen Hong stopped saying anything, snorted, turned around, and took Bai Yan beside him to fan back into the Shenjian Sect's formation.
As for the explanation, how could she give it
"You trash!!"
After entering the formation, Shen Hong put down Bai Yan's fan and cursed.
Bai Yan said nothing, and several female disciples brought her into the formation to heal her injuries.
"You are a master of the eighth level of Ling Xuan Xin!! Even if a battle with Su Qing'er consumes most of your physical strength, so what? The other party is only a seventh level Ling Xuan practitioner, and there is a huge difference in cultivation level between you two. Why! How could you still be beaten by him in such a mess?? Did I teach you all these years in vain??"
Shen Hong was furious and his voice became louder and louder.
The disciples around him didn't dare to take a breath, while Bai Yanshan kept her face calm and didn't say a word.
The Shenbao King arranged for his disciples to set up the duel formation, and after the surrounding disciples had decided, he arranged for people to come on stage and continue the competition.
As for the Su family, they did not express a single position from beginning to end.
The First Elder of the Su family acted as if Su Yun was not from the Su family. He didn't ask or care. If the disciples of the Su family hadn't stood up to defend Su Yun, people would have thought that Su Yun had nothing to do with this group of people.
"Great Elder, Su Yun..."
Su Tai looked there worriedly.
"What's wrong with you?" The great elder stared at him doubtfully.
"Uh... what's wrong?"
"Su Yun is just a son of a foreigner, why are you worried about him?"
"After all, my surname is Su, haha..." Su Tai laughed briefly.
The great elder withdrew his gaze and said softly: "You go over and take a look at the situation. If you continue to be indifferent, other sects will say that I am cold-blooded, but... you should understand what I mean, right? In addition, let Baishan Heishui prepare and continue the game."
"Uh... yes." Su Tai hurriedly clasped his fists and said, then hurriedly walked towards Su Yun.
After the storm ended, Shen Hong also calmed down. The competition must continue. This triennial competition cannot be suspended because of Su Yun, a young man with low strength.
Most of the people in Huaxin Valley were diagnosing and treating Su Yun's injuries. As the person most valued by the King of Medicine, Gui Mojue did not dare to neglect him.
only. Gui Mojue checked around and found that Su Yun's body was not damaged at all.
"Master, what happened to him?" Long Xianli opened her lips lightly, her face full of worry.
But Gui Mojue shook his head repeatedly, his face darkening: "I don't know why, although he is not injured, he is motionless, I don't know what's going on... In this way, let's carry him to the big formation under Huaxin Valley first, we Huaxin Valley The medical spiritual formation is different from other sects, let’s see if we can detect some symptoms.”
"In that case, I'll leave it to the master."
Long Xianli stood up, with a complicated light shining in her eyes. She sighed softly, took out a few celadon vials from the storage ring, and handed them to Gui Mojue.
"Master, these are some good medicines from our Divine Sword Sect. They should be helpful to him. You can take them together and feed them to him."
"What are these?" Gui Mojue was confused. He took it and opened it. His expression suddenly changed: "Three-Tong Pill, Ruyu Pill, Rendu Pill... Elder Long, these are priceless pills. You..." You just gave it to him like this?"
"He..." Long Xianli looked at Su Yun quietly, thinking about all the things that happened with Su Yun in that small shabby house, especially the day when he was accidentally peeked by the thief, and immediately a trace of anger appeared on his cheeks. Blushing, he whispered: "This person was injured by someone I sent, so why not if I give some elixirs to cure him? Master... I hope you must cure him... The competition is about to start again, Xianli is inconvenienced If you stay here, let’s get over first.”
As soon as the voice fell, Long Xianli turned around and headed towards the Divine Sword Sect.
Gui Mojue was stunned and confused. On the other hand, Su Qing'er, who was holding Su Yun next to her, had a hint of complexity in her tearful eyes.
…
Things are back to normal outside.
This is just a small episode.
Although for some people, it is like the end of the world, but that is only for some people, and it does not affect all sects.
The grand conference continues.
No one cared about the person who was killed by Shen Hong.
No one would care about the person from Su's maternal family.
Su Qing'er was still shedding tears silently, but she didn't know that Su Yun was not injured at all, and there was no damage inside or outside.
But Su Yun's heart was as cold as stone and in great pain.
He was not injured, but Jian Lao was seriously injured.
Shen Hong's cultivation level is as advanced as Long Xianli's! She was even above Long Xianli, and her furious attack was completely reckless. The old sword was only a spirit body, so how could he compete with her
Suddenly, Su Yun, who had been lying on the ground, twitched all over and got up.
"Master Su Yun! Are you okay?"
Gui Mojue was overjoyed and asked hurriedly.
"Master!" Qing'er cried with joy, her heart that had been sad finally cleared up.
However, without saying a word, Su Yun suddenly took steps and ran towards the entrance of the peak.
"Master!!"
Su Qing'er immediately chased after him.
And the Divine Sword Sect on the other end was looking at this side with a pair of sharp eyes.
"Is the bad guy okay?" Long Xianli murmured in a low voice, but why did he run away? Where is he going
She was worried and thought again and again. She moved and quietly left the place.
On the mountain road at the peak of Wushuangjue, Su Yun ran for a distance and suddenly took out a piece of paper from his chest.
He carefully spread the parchment paper on the ground.
"Senior... Senior!! Are you okay, Senior!!"
His pupils were round, his lips were pale, and he asked tremblingly.
"Stinky... stinky boy, I... didn't I tell you, am I okay? Haha... old man, I... have a hard time... cough cough... cough cough cough."
The extremely weak voice of the old sword rang out from the Wuji Sword Technique. Before he said a few words, his voice suddenly trembled and became weaker and weaker.
"senior!!"
Su Yun squeezed the sword art tightly, as if his fingers were about to dig through the sword art, and resentment surged in his heart.
"Boy... you are very good! You are the most qualified and scheming person I have ever met, but... your only shortcoming... ahem... is that the time is too short... This is your disadvantage, Shen... Shen Hong , her talent is not as good as yours... her scheming is not as good as yours... and even her forbearance is not as good as yours, but she can put pressure on you... why... because... because she has been practicing longer than you, she is longer than you... cough cough cough... "
The more Jian Lao spoke, the more trembling his voice became, as if it would dissipate anytime and anywhere.
The blow just now was completely resisted by Jian Lao, and Su Yun did not suffer any damage at all.
"Longer than me?"
Su Yun's heart became colder and colder, his pupils suddenly turned a trace of blood, and his hands tightened.
"Boy... I... I may not be able to hold it any longer. Before I leave, you... can you promise me one thing..."
Jian Lao's voice was so trembling that it was almost impossible to hear clearly, and his spiritual power in the Wuji Sword Art became increasingly weaker.
"Senior... you just give orders, no matter how many things! Su Yun will do his best to do it!"
Su Yun gritted his teeth and held back the tears in his eyes.
"Take... take over the Wuji Sword... as the head of the Wuji Sword Sect. From now on, you will be the head of the Wuji Sword Sect... I... just ask you to carry forward the Wuji Sword Sect..."
"No! Senior! The Wuji Sword Sect needs you to carry it forward!! I refuse! The position of leader is only for you!!"
Su Yun stared at the Wuji Sword Art and roared in a low voice.
"Silly boy!" Jian Lao chuckled: "How can I shine on the Wuji Sword Sect now that I'm like this? This position... must be done by you... You have the pride to persevere... Once you practice the Wuji Sword Technique... you will definitely be the Wuji Sword Sect. As good as anyone…”
"What about you, senior...?"
"Me?" Jian Lao smiled desolately: "I have been sitting in this position for too long..."
After thousands of years of silence and thousands of years of hiding in the sword art, perhaps he had endured enough.
Who can understand the loneliness in this.
The aura in the sword art is getting weaker and weaker, and the spiritual power emanating from it is getting thinner and thinner.
Su Yun hurriedly grabbed the sword secret in his hand, as if he wanted to feel a little more spiritual power, but to no avail.
"Boy..."
Jian Lao's thin voice came out.
"Senior!" Su Yun shouted urgently, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"I am just a spirit after all... After death, I will turn into a sword stone... Do you still remember... the Tianshen Mountain I mentioned to you before? If you can find Tianshen Mountain, find the headquarters of the Wuji Sword Sect, and find the source of my life Sword, you can put the sword stone I transformed into the sword body, so... I can turn into the innate sword body and be reborn... If you are willing, we may be able to meet again... Of course... Everything... I don't force it... "
The sound grew fainter and died away.
Su Yun stared blankly at the sword art. It took a long time before he came back to his senses.
Tianshen Mountain.
Origin sword.
Sword stone…
Click.
At this time, a white stone suddenly fell off from the Wuji Sword Art.
Su Yun hurriedly picked up the pebbles...
This is probably Lao Jian's sword stone.
He carefully put the stone into the storage ring, but his scarlet eyes could not regain their composure.