"Lord Guan, it's wrong for you to say that. Gu Fenghua is representing the Qingqiu emperor to participate in the Chengyun Dabie. If she fails, it will not do us any good." Meng no trace dissatisfied said.

If Gu Fenghua can win a big victory in Chengyun Dabie, it will only be good for their three sword masters, but not bad. Even if you close Yuanshan and hurt your face, it's also your own reason. How can you expect Gu Fenghua to lose?

"Of course, I hope she can win, but that's the fact. At her age, it's not easy for her to practice such alchemy. How can she put so much energy into practice and how strong she can be? I'm actually worried about her." Guan Yuanshan also realized that his words were not appropriate, but he refused to admit his mistake, and the dead duck said.

"Well, you don't have to fight any more. It will be known for a while what the strength of sister Gu is." Fu Guanyun said.

In fact, he also wondered, how could Gu Fenghua have such alchemy? However, I have seen her hand, especially the terrible combination of her and Lorne, but I am not worried about her strength.

As for Gu Fenghua, when he was young, why could he practice such alchemy at the same time? In the ten thousand year history of Wuji saints, there has never been a lack of talents. Although many of them have fallen by accident for various reasons, some of them are not only talented, but also lucky. They cut through the thorns and thorns all the way to the end, thus becoming famous all over the world and becoming a legend of a generation. Gu Fenghua, maybe one of them.

It is obviously wrong for Fu Guanyun to attribute all this to luck. If he knew that Gu Fenghua began to learn to speak reluctantly, and practiced Dan magic under the strict supervision of his brothers, he probably would not have such an idea.

After listening to Fu Guanyun's words, Guan Yuanshan was still a little unconvinced, but he didn't argue with Meng Wuhen any more, and walked straight to the competition platform.

In front of and on the left and right sides of the towering competition platform, a disciple of the sect sat on his knees. In front of them were the patriarchs or elders. Although only Shengzong was invited to watch the battle this time, and only a dozen or twenty disciples came to each of them, plus Qin Xiude and others who just came to join in the fun, the number also reached hundreds.

Moreover, all of these people are strong members of different sects, or elite disciples of the younger generation. They are not weak, and they have great momentum when they get together.

In the rear of the competition platform, a high platform was also built, which was extremely dignified and solemn. It was a seat for you.

"Hum..." the third ancient bell rings, reverberating in the mountains. The noisy crowd quiets down quickly. An old man with silver hair like snow and clean body slowly steps onto the test bench.

"Welcome to Chengyun Valley, elder Tianyun sword sect, Lu Wenfu." The old man cleared his throat and said. Although the face is very old, the voice is full of Zhongqi.

"I've met Mr. Lu. I've met Mr. Lu." Under the stage, all the people bow to salute at the same time, even the patriarchs are no exception.

Although Lu Wenfu is the elder of Tianyun sword sect, his seniority is one generation higher than that of the other two. Maybe he is more than one generation higher than that of the elders of all the present sects. It's natural that people call him elder.