As a disciple of Shenxiao Immortal Palace, Fu Dongyuan naturally uses swords like most people in the master's sect.

But he was confident that there were very few people above him with swords.

Because just before the Qianlin Society, he had just understood the last level of Chunrui's sword heart, reaching the realm of controlling swords with his heart and man in the sword. If weapons are only their most advantageous magic weapons in the hands of many monks, then it is obviously not easy to do if the magic weapons are spiritual and the magic weapons agree with each other.

It is extraordinary that Fu Dongyuan can do this at such a young age, which only shows that he has high talent and a deep master's background. Otherwise, if he changes his sect, without the guidance of a famous teacher and the resources to feed him, he will never be able to make such rapid progress.

Facing Jiufang Changming, Fu Dongyuan did not show his contempt, which was already his cultivation as a famous disciple, because when Jiufang Changming deliberately restrained his breath, he looked like he was between the middle and the high level, with a slight success, and it was also inconspicuous in the Qianlin Society where the heroes gathered.

At the beginning of the competition, the two sides in the other three games had already started to fight, but Jiufang Changming and the others still had no movement.

Fu Dongyuan was neither fast nor slow, as calm as the breeze, waiting for the opponent to take the lead.

But Jiufang Changming on the opposite side did not move.

"Are you too nervous for Fellow Daoist Sun?" Li Muxing, who was staring at the movement from afar, couldn't help but say.

She performed well just now, and finally fought back, started a good start, and also eliminated the tension, and completely relaxed her mentality.

On the contrary, it was Xia Zheng. He lost to Fu Yunqi in the first game, for fear that he would continue to encounter a strong enemy later. He was absent-minded and went in the left ear and out of the right ear.

The one who talked to Li Muxing was Lin Wenyu. He was here to accompany him anyway. He knew his ability and would not be too stressful to win or lose.

"I think it's like, after all, not everyone is so unlucky. You can draw Fu Dongyuan's from the beginning. Even his sister is so powerful, so he definitely doesn't have to say anything about it." Lin Wenyu was not interested in watching the fun. "Why don't we make a bet, how many moves can Fellow Daoist Sun take under Fu Dongyuan?"

Xia Zheng frowned his eyebrows: "How can you bet on the victory or defeat of fellow Daoist Sun?"

Lin Wenyu didn't care: "What's the matter? With such a strong opponent in Fu Dongyuan, he will not be ashamed of losing. If he could hold on for a while, he might even become famous in one battle!"

Xia Zheng thought that he had lost to Fu Yunqi just now, and felt that he was alluding to him. He was full of unhappiness and kept silent.

Li Muxing thought for a while and said, "Fellow Daoist Sun always has something unexpected. I think he might be able to give us some surprises this time."

Surprise? What surprise can you have? It’s just a few more moves. Lin Wenyu’s words came to his mouth, and finally realized that these words might be annoying, so he swallowed them hard.

Many people saw the hesitation and hesitation on Jiufang Changming's face.

This is normal. If any unknown newcomer faces the eldest disciple of Shenxiao Immortal Palace when he first arrives, no one will be nervous and hesitate.

"Fellow Daoist Sun Wuxia, right? Please." Fu Dongyuan was also a little impatient.

As soon as the word "bar" was finished, the person opposite moved.

Too fast!

Fu Dongyuan skipped a beat. It was not that he had seen a person who had been thousands of miles apart in a flash, but this should not have appeared on the monk who was born in front of him.

Which sect did the other party come from? Jinque Taoist Palace, right? He has heard of this sect, but he didn't take it much to heart. When will a second- and third-rate sect have such talents?

As his mind turned, he flapped his sleeves and slapped two spiritual energy, but his body flew back.

If the opponent thought Fu Dongyuan admitted his conscience and continued to go deeper at this time, it would be a big mistake, because the two spiritual energy were just tentative appetizers. If Jiufang Changming split up and came up, then the Fu Dongyuan he met would only be the phantom left to him by Fu Dongyuan.

As expected, the opponent faced the challenge. The sword light rushed from top to bottom, and with the momentum of opening up the sky and opening up the earth, it crushed two spiritual energy into powder and rushed to Fu Dongyuan behind the spiritual energy.

Fu Dongyuan was waiting for this hand. He formed a blue cloud seal with both hands. As he silently recited the magic spell, the red light of auspicious clouds appeared in front of him and swallowed all the sword energy. He jumped up long and flew into the sky with the auspicious clouds. Then his body stood up, and the long sword suddenly came out of his sleeve and rushed towards his opponent!

Thunder and trembling, all things come together!

The sword light turned into thousands of ways, the sword was like rain, the light was as heavy as thousands of heavy, and it instantly merged into one, and then opened ten thousand feet again.

In the eyes of the bystanders, Fu Dongyuan's move was impeccable and unstoppable, and there was almost no way to avoid it.

But Fu Dongyuan was killed in vain!

Or, what he got was a piece of body.

Fu Dongyuan looked surprised. He thought to himself that if the sword goes down, there will be many changes. The virtual and the real will be intertwined, and the other party will never be able to see through it. But when did the opponent escape calmly under his nose?

The real opponent should be in-

Behind yourself!

Fu Dongyuan didn't want to turn back and kill him. He acted decisively and almost hesitated. Sure enough, his opponent was sweeping from behind him with a sword. The light suddenly shrank into one. Two sword lights mixed with huge spiritual power met head-on, bursting out with a shocking momentum.

The ground trembled, the sky was filled with strange phenomena, dark clouds gathered, and red light flashed suddenly.

It was not that there were no such phenomena as the battle between the monks. However, the two young men, one of them, was still an unknown person, showed surprise and sat upright together. The eyes that were originally watching the other three scenes also moved over.

In the eyes of everyone, two spiritual powers of white and red light exploded into a huge cyclone and spread out with the two as the center. If it weren't for the formation surrounding the competition field, it would have probably affected the bystanders at this moment.

In previous years, such fierce scenes of equal strength were not uncommon, but they rarely appeared in the first round. Most people would subconsciously preserve their strength to avoid being weak in the subsequent games. After all, many people think that they performed mediocrely in ten games, which was better than losing one of them.

"Who is the one who fought with the senior brother?"

"Brother Fu Dao has met his opponent this time."

"It may not be. That person looks fierce, and it may be just a strong man on the outside. After all, those small families come to show their own strength, but they have tried every means to show off. You forgot that the last Qianlin Club, there was a person who ate Qianli Dan in advance and wanted to become famous in one battle. However, they didn't know that there were people outside the person who exploded and died in the end. This is a cycle of cause and effect."

"I have heard of Qianli Dan, and it's still a big mess. Qianlin would have done it in Wuyushan last time. The man's sect said that Wuyushan had a personal grudge with him, so he deliberately put Qianli Dan in his meals, and the two sides were having a big mess."

"Who knows, young people nowadays dare to take any risks in order to become famous!"

"Hey, just say it seems like you are so old, don't pretend!"

While the young monks were whispering to each other, several masters had long noticed Fu Dongyuan and Jiufang Changming.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoist Ouyang, Dongyuan's cultivation level has been further improved than a few years ago. There are successors to Shenxiao Immortal Palace, so you can rest assured."

"Fellow Daoist Ren has been awarded, and your sea is also a good seedling. I also watched his last time with Dongyuan. The future is bright, no less than that of Dongyuan!" The owner of Ouyang Mansion of Shenxiao Immortal Palace smiled and said, and he still had to be humble in his words.

Although in the eyes of many people, Fu Dongyuan and Jiufang Changming are hard to beat, and the winner is still not decided, the few people who have reached the level of a master can see at a glance that Fu Dongyuan is better, and he will most likely win.

It’s just that winning is so difficult that the opponent’s strength should not be underestimated.

"The friend opposite, I heard that he is from the Jinque Taoist Palace, and his name is Sun Wuxia?"

"That's right, I heard that he is also a very outstanding disciple of the Jinque Taoist Palace. This time he is the only one who comes here. I believe the master has high hopes."

"It is naturally excellent to be able to fight your eldest disciple to such an extent. Unfortunately, I already have a master's degree. Otherwise, I would be jealous of the teacher, hahaha!"

"Lao Ren, look, you have this old problem again. You have cabbage at home and are always staring at other people's cabbage!"

"You said this!"

The Shenxiao Immortal Palace has always had a good relationship with the Kunlun Sword Sect. The two sect leaders gathered together and spoke more casually than others.

Ren Yousu suddenly hit Ouyang with his arm and whispered: "Look at that old guy Luo Mei, he is blindly watching. Could it be that he also likes Sun Wuxia?"

Before the Lord of Shenxiao Immortal Palace spoke, Ren Yousu said to himself: "But his method of teaching his apprentices is not very good. First, Yao Wangnian came out, and now Jiang Li is again. Is there any problem with his apprentice or his own?"

Even if the voice is low, how can it be hidden from the cultivator's ears? Ren Yousu seems to be whispering, but in fact he deliberately said it to those who are interested. Ouyang's mansion smiled bitterly and couldn't stop him. The Luomei Zhenren really heard it. The disciples of the Wanjian Immortal Sect behind him all glared at him.

Ren Yousu looked back casually.

"What? I'm right. Although outsiders have no right to ask about your sect's affairs, Yao Wangnian said that his mother is a distant relative of the Ren family. My old Ren is not right to care about it, right?"

The true man Luo Mei had nodded and nodded, "What the Sect Master Ren said was so bad that my disciples were not strict, so that such a thing that made the Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect shame made several fellow Taoists laugh. Today, it is a famous name in the sect. I am planning to talk about this at the Qianlin Conference."

Ren Yousu was stunned: "What are you saying?"

But Luo Mei Zhenren stopped answering. His eyes fell on the battle between Fu Dongyuan and Jiufang Changming in the distance, and suddenly smiled slightly.

"Is Sun Wuxia from Jinque Taoist Palace? He is really a young man. My two rebels are about the same age as him, but they don't have the qualifications and ability to adapt to changes like Sun Wuxia."

Ren Yousu raised his eyebrows: "Is it true that I don't like Fu Dongyuan?"

Luo Mei Zhenren: "Why, let's make a bet?"

Ren Yousu: "What kind of gambling?"

Luo Mei Zhenren: "Who can win the bet?"

Ren Yousu: "Yes, I bet on paying Dongyuan, what is the bet?"

Luo Mei Zhenren: "It's just a small game, there's no bet or not."

He seemed to be in a good mood, his face was peaceful and leisurely. When the Lord of Ouyang Mansion of Shenxiao Immortal Palace looked over, he only saw the other person's side face that was not illuminated by the sun, completely overwhelmed by the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Ouyang frowned in his heart. His attention was no longer on the outcome of the disciples. After thinking about it, Ouyang got up and walked out.

"Ouyang, where are you going?" Ren Yousu asked him.

"I'll go out for a walk so that Old Fu Dongyuan would not feel that I was watching him, and I was panicked and not performing well." He missed a reason casually and said happily, keeping his pace.

Ren Yousu muttered that he felt that Ouyang was too fond of his apprentice and gave him whatever he wanted. Now he was afraid that Fu Dongyuan would be under too much pressure and not perform well. Compared with Luo Mei's cruel and ruthless attitude to deal with his apprentice in public, it was a world of difference.

Ouyang walked out of the building for several people to watch the game and attracted his confidant Elder Chang.

"Have there any abnormal movements in the past two days?"

"No." Elder Chang thought for a while, "But I saw it from afar last night. Lord Liu of Zhengrong Villa went out late at night, glanced at it quickly, and I don't know where to go in the middle of the night."

Ouyang pondered silently.

Elder Chang tentatively said: "Do you think something is wrong with them?"

Ouyang asked replies without answering: "What kind of person do you think Luo Mei is?"

Elder Chang: "Strate and confusing, and deep in scheming."

Ouyang: "Will such a scheming person allow Jiang Li to destroy the reputation of the Wanjian Immortal Sect?"

Elder Chang: "He will destroy his relatives for justice, just like he did to Yao Wangnian back then."
To be continued...