Elders Hu and Wang led Song Yan and his group towards the ring, but were stopped halfway by a tall, strong, red-faced old man in black robes.
This person is the one who stood on the head of a demon bird yesterday and was called Brother Ming by the brothers of Long Aohu. His name is Mingshan, and he is the Xuanmen elder of Shenyue Sect.
The area of Shenyue Sect is adjacent to Qingwei Sect. Therefore, disciples of the two sects often fight. Therefore, the relationship between the two sects is extremely bad.
The disciples of the Shenyue Sect are also divided into four levels, namely the outer sect, the inner sect, the upper sect and the Xuanmen.
The Xuanmen elders are equivalent to the core elders of the Qingwei Sect.
"Brother Hu and Brother Wang, I heard that your Qingwei Sect only has three disciples to fight. Do you want me, the Shenyue Sect, to lend you two of them?" Mingshan said with a playful expression.
"Brother Ming's kindness is appreciated. We don't need to borrow it from others." Elder Hu said calmly.
"Hey, I have good intentions... Since you two don't appreciate it, let's forget it!" Mingshan said with regret.
Elder Hu and Elder Wang couldn't tell that Mingshan was pretending, so they simply gave him a few perfunctory words and led Song Yan and his party to the ring.
It's still half an hour away from Chenshi.
The people from the Poseidon Faction haven't arrived yet.
"Junior Brother Huang, how about you think about it again and let Junior Sister Gu Xie and I deal with Xiong Wudi and Ouyang Cheng?"
Yin Zhengyang discussed with Song Yan in a low voice.
Last night, after Elder Hu announced that Song Yan would face the first three members of the inner sect of the Haihuang Sect, Yin Zhengyang and Gu Xie Huayu came to his room one after another and expressed their willingness to face Xiong Wudi and Duanmucheng.
However, Song Yan refused.
In everyone's eyes, Qingwei Sect would definitely lose in this competition, but he wanted to defeat everyone in the Sea Emperor Sect.
Yin Zhengyang and Gu Xie Huayu still have hope of victory against Long Qie and Xuanyuan Linger, but they will definitely lose against the other three.
Therefore, he rejected their kind offer.
"I appreciate Senior Brother Yin's kindness! Then proceed as arranged by Elder Hu!" Song Yan shook his head gently.
Yin Zhengyang sighed lightly and didn't say anything.
As Chen time approached, the people from the Haihuang faction finally arrived.
The leaders are naturally the brothers Aolong and Aohu.
Behind them were four men and one woman.
"Brother Hu, are you ready for the competition?" Aolong glanced at Song Yan and the others and said with a playful expression.
"Thank you Brother Ao for your concern, we are ready!" Elder Hu said calmly.
"In that case, let's start early!"
Aolong nodded, and then said to Xuanyuan Ling'er, who was dressed in white: "Ling'er, you go up first!"
"OK!"
Xuanyuan Ling'er was only eighteen years old, with a small and exquisite figure but extremely beautiful appearance. As her body fluttered, she flew up to the five-meter-high ring.
"Please invite any senior brother or sister from the Qingwei Sect to come up!" Xuanyuan Ling'er said with a smile.
With a flash of figure, Gu Xie Huayu fell on the ring.
The two women both have extremely beautiful looks. Standing together on the ring, they immediately dazzled everyone's eyes, just like flowers vying for beauty.
Xuanyuan Ling'er looked at Gu Xie Huayu curiously and said, "My sister is Gu Xie Huayu. Ling'er has heard of your name."
Gu Xie Huayu nodded lightly: "I've heard your name too, okay, let's get started!"
"Hehe, you're welcome then Ling'er!"
While chuckling, Xuanyuan Ling'er suddenly took action, and her weapon was a fiery red whip.
With a flick of her wrist, the fiery red whip turned into a faint red shadow and shot towards Gu Xie Huayu.
Chi groan!
Gu Xie Huayu's long sword suddenly came out of its sheath.
The long sword turned into a ray of silver light and pierced out, and immediately collided with the opponent's long whip, making a soft sound.
But at this moment, the long whip suddenly retracted and wrapped around Gu Xie Huayu's wrist at an extremely fast speed, with extreme flexibility.
Gu Xie Huayu seemed to have expected Xuanyuan Ling'er to make such a move. She swayed, moved several feet laterally, and then turned into a bolt of lightning and shot forward.
For a while, the two girls were going back and forth, and the fight was very lively.
In the blink of an eye, the two were already fighting each other with hundreds of moves, and it seemed that they were evenly matched.
But Song Yan knew that Xie Huayu had the slight upper hand and could defeat Xuanyuan Ling'er with at most two hundred moves.
the other side.
"Senior Brother Xiong, Junior Sister Ling'er seems to be at a disadvantage!" Duanmucheng said with a frown.
"Don't worry, Ling'er will definitely win!" Xiong Wudi said with determination.
Seeing that Xiong Wudi was so sure, Ouyang Cheng couldn't help but show a hint of suspicion.
Sure enough, after dozens of more moves, Gu Xie Huayu's advantage was getting bigger and bigger. The whip in Xuanyuan Ling'er's hand was no longer as flexible as before, and at the same time, there was a light layer of sweat on her forehead.
"No, we can't go on like this!"
Xuanyuan Ling'er gritted her teeth gently, looked at Gu Xie Huayu apologetically, and then pressed a button on the head of the whip.
Suddenly…
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
The fiery red whip instantly sprayed out a large number of black needles.
Seeing this, Gu Xie Huayu's expression suddenly changed, and she swung her long sword into a screen. At the same time, the zhenqi in her body formed a thick zhenqi shield outside her body.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
Countless black thin needles were bounced away by the sword curtain, but dozens of them still broke through the sword curtain and shot towards Gu Xie Huayu's body.
She kept shaking and dodging, and finally avoided all the tiny needles.
But at this moment, the long whip in Xuanyuan Ling'er's hand once again sprayed out countless fine needles.
"Puff puff!"
Caught off guard, Gu Xie Huayu was instantly pricked by three thin needles.
What horrified her was that these three thin needles ignored her Qi mask and pierced her skin directly. A huge wave of dizziness hit her, causing Gu Xie Huayu's figure to stagger.
"Hua Yu!"
With a flash of figure, Gu Xie Huajian fell on the ring and supported Gu Xie Huayu who was about to fall. Then she stared coldly at Xuanyuan Ling'er and shouted: "Hand over the antidote!"
Xuanyuan Ling'er smiled and said: "Hehe, brother, don't worry, there is no poison on my fine needle, it will only make her sleep for an hour!"
Hearing this, Gu Xie Huajian breathed a sigh of relief, and then helped Gu Xie Huayu out of the ring.
In the first game, the Poseidon faction won.
The second game begins.
The one sent by Poseidon to fight was Long Qie, a talented warrior who was only sixteen years old.
The Qingwei faction challenged Yin Zhengyang.
"You are no match for me!"
Long Qie looked at Yin Zhengyang and said with arrogance.
"You won't know until you fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Zhengyang drew out his third-grade spiritual sword.
Long Qie shook his head, and then took a step forward. Suddenly, an extremely sharp aura rose from his body, and then he saw a bright silver sword light like a shooting star, stabbing in front of Yin Zhengyang in the blink of an eye.
Caught off guard.
Yin Zhengyang could only block it with his sword and step back.
Seeing him retreat, Long Qie couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a violent storm, slashing at Yin Zhengyang continuously.
"Dang-dang-dang!"
The sound of gold and iron hitting each other kept sounding, and before even taking three breaths, Yin Zhengyang was forced to the edge of the ring.
"kill!"
Forced out of the ring right before his eyes, Yin Zhengyang suddenly exploded. The third-grade spiritual sword in his hand burst into dazzling light, and finally turned into a line of swords and slashed towards Long Qie.
"puff!"
Long Qie's body was directly split in half, but strangely, no blood spilled from his split body.
At this moment, Yin Zhengyang felt a chill on his vest, but there was a sword pressed against his skin.
Author's digression: Thank you Chen Hong for the reward again
Third update (to be continued)