Chapter 565

Tan Tong, who knew the truth, was about to cry, but the current situation in the field changed again. Almost in an instant, Qiu Yun learned several powerful sword moves. While Tan Tong was stunned, he was hurt again and again.

Qiu Yun fought fiercely in Vietnam. In the fight with Tan Tong, he had long changed from defense to attack. Because Tan Tong was unwilling, he didn't want to be reduced to defense, so the battle came to the most wonderful time.

"Moon splitting!"

"Moon splitting!"

"Stars shine!"

"Stars shine!" The two men started a head-on collision again and again with the same sword moves. Qiu Yun and Tan Tong, one taught by their master and the other with their own sword moves, began a fierce and fierce competition.

At this time, the people around me no longer said anything about hitting the waste, but really began to be in the battle. Even the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Wan appeared a different color. He has never seen a disciple like Qiu Yun with such superb comprehension ability. Unfortunately, he was once a disciple of Baihe. The two senior leaders of Cangsong Taoist temple on this stage were all regretting in their hearts at this time. The more powerful Qiu Yun is, the more they have to try to stop Qiu Yun from entering Cangsong Taoist temple, because they are destined to be enemies,

There is no one who wants his enemy to become strong.

"God, I've never seen anyone so good." Finally, in a dull, someone said that he was lamenting the changes of Qiu Yun in such a short time. At this time, Tan Tong in the field is already at a disadvantage.

Because several times before, Qiu Yun left deep or shallow wounds on him while bringing him surprise.

There was blood seeping out from those places, which made his condition worse and worse. Especially in terms of physical strength, he felt that he was about to be unable to lift his long sword.

Qiu Yun also saw clearly that Tan Tong was already fighting in a desperate corner. If he delayed for a moment, the other party would faint because of collapse.

As Qiu Yun expected, after only one cup of tea, Tan Tong began to float.

Qiu Yun, on the other hand, was sweating, but his eyes were still clear and bright. He stared at Tan Tong closely, like a beast watching his prey. However, he still had his own reason and didn't use the sword to kill Tan Tong wantonly.

However, some boxing is inevitable for Tan Tong, because Qiu Yun has been bullied by this guy. After the fusion of souls, he still retained some hatred for this man.

"Bang!" That was Tan Tong's voice that finally couldn't support falling to the ground. The onlookers, up to now, have had to accept the fact that their serious waste may be a genius, but their qualifications are relatively dull.

This blow was far more than Qiu Yun's previous abuse. After all, at that time, everyone thought he was just a crazy waste. No matter how he jumped, he was just a clown. As long as elder martial brother Tan appeared, he would be able to pinch him miserably.

But the result of the matter was far beyond all their expectations. Even if it was a black fat man, he just looked at Qiu Yun's unfairness at the beginning, so he handed out his sword. Unexpectedly, it would be such a scene.

Because the contrast was too large, it was shocking. Because the shock was inexplicable, everyone didn't make a sound.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man behind him. He saw that the latter closed his eyes and didn't seem to pay attention to the general situation in the field, but what happened to his trembling eyelids and windless white beard

The middle-aged man only felt a little bitter in his throat, perhaps because what he wanted to say next would make him feel ashamed.

"This battle... Doesn't count!" Almost when the middle-aged man made a sound, many people around woke up from the shock. They wanted to see how martial uncle Wan would evaluate the performance of this "waste".

After all, the middle-aged man is still the leader of the battle. However, when his voice just fell, others were in an uproar. Many people even suspected that their ears had heard something wrong“ what? Martial uncle Wan declared that the battle did not count? What does he mean... "Someone couldn't help but say, although they all had strong contempt and disdain for Qiu Yun before, after this amazing battle, many people's attitude towards Qiu Yun has changed greatly

, although it is not friendly, at least there is respect.

That's respect for the strong, because everyone knows very well that none of the people present can compete with Qiu Yun in understanding ability. No one thinks that he can experience the battle of life and death and understand the sword moves like Qiu Yun.

"Martial uncle Wan really didn't count, but he didn't specifically point out to let senior brother Tan fight with Qiu Yun..." someone couldn't help whispering.

"Yes, martial uncle Wan, it's not obvious. He goes back on his word." Others said it more openly, but he said it in a very low voice. Even so, he was heard by the middle-aged man. Suddenly, his face became very blue.

In fact, when he said these words, it was already clear that he would certainly suffer a lot of doubts and curses, but there was no way. Anyway, Qiu Yun could not let him enter the Cangsong Taoist temple anyway.

"The competition here doesn't count. Tan Tong's performance is poor. Qiu Yun needs to fight again." The middle-aged man woke up his scalp and said that he could feel the hot eyes around him after he finished talking. Everyone can see clearly in the battle just now. It can't be said that Tan Tong's performance is poor. Obviously, Qiu Yun's performance is too good. Even the most stupid person has found the problem at this time, because the middle-aged man and the old man seem to be deliberately preventing Qiu Yun from being promoted to a formal disciple

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But they can only think of here. As for the deep-seated reasons, no one knows, but it is the most thought-provoking.

"Yes, martial uncle Wan, why don't you say this one counts?" Listening to the voices of the surrounding crowd, the black fat man suddenly looked up and asked.

The tone was very sincere, as if he was really wondering why martial uncle Wan didn't agree with the result of the battle.

The middle-aged man wanted to get angry. At this time, he felt that his right to speak seemed to be challenged, but everyone else was sincere, but he didn't know how to get angry. After all, it was true and he was wrong.

"I said it was unfair, didn't you see it? Tan Tong is not feeling well today. " Now that he had decided not to be shameful, the middle-aged man relaxed after a moment.

Because his identity is here, as long as he insists that he does not agree with the result of the competition, no one will forcibly oppose it.

Not surprisingly, after he resolutely said this sentence, most people in the audience were silent. They just felt that Qiu Yun showed respectable strength in this battle, but they were far from letting them offend martial uncle Wan.

"You, come and compete with Qiu Yun again!" The middle-aged man was satisfied when he saw that the riots in the field were gradually suppressed, and then pointed his finger at the thin man who had performed the same amazing before.

"Martial uncle wan..." when the man saw that the middle-aged man asked him to compete with Qiu Yun, he couldn't help feeling very depressed.

Because Qiu Yun at this time, although he had just won the same match with tan, he was already in a mess. His clothes had already been wet with sweat. He even had several bloody wounds.

Let him take this opportunity to defeat Qiu Yun, but it is something he can't do.

"What? Not happy? " The middle-aged man frowned. He was putting pressure on the skinny boy to play.

"I'm not the opponent of younger martial brother tan. I can only lose against this one." After a long hesitation, the skinny boy finally hardened his head and replied. He would rather be punished than take advantage of others' danger.

"Hum, waste!" The middle-aged man shook his sleeve angrily. At this time, anyone who passed the selection in the field can easily defeat Qiu Yun, but as his eyes reached, everyone lowered their heads.

Even Ma Liang and Zhao Qing, who have old grudges with Qiu Yun on weekdays, dare not risk the greatness of people in the world and fight Qiu Yun at this time.

"OK, OK, you dare to disobey my orders. I don't think you want to be promoted to formal disciples!" The middle-aged man finally made a big move. He wanted to use this point for the final coercion. He just hoped that someone could be stimulated and jump out to solve Qiu Yun in the field.

"Hehe, can you cover up the sky at Cangsong Taoist temple?" Qiu Yun has been silently paying attention to the changes in the field. He also sees every word and line of middle-aged people.

At this time, he finally spoke. He hated the mean man in front of him. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he also knew that the reason why the other party blocked him so hard was mostly related to Taoist Baihe being identified as a betrayer.

Thinking of the days when he was with Taoist Baihe, the other party mentioned more than once that he was secretly framed, and his eyes were colder.

"You little bastard, dare to be stubborn with me!" At this point, the middle-aged man was finally furious. He jumped down from the stage with one jump and hit him face to face.

Qiu Yun can clearly feel that the strength of the other party is very terrible. Although his hands are empty at this time, he is definitely much more terrible than Tan Tong with a sword.

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and saw that Qiu Yun was obviously a little flustered. He not only didn't withdraw his strength, but castrated more fiercely. He had the posture of not letting Qiu Yun die suddenly, but also seriously injuring him and dying. When the people around reacted, the palm of the middle-aged man had reached a foot above Qiu Yun's head. The latter had just raised his sword. It was absolutely too late to stop. Many people cried out in surprise. They didn't expect martial uncle wan to leave his identity and directly treat Qiu Yun as a queen

The younger generation made a move.

However, just when everyone thought Qiu Yun was about to suffer, a sharp sound like a whistle spread to Qiu Yun from far to near.

Then it stopped abruptly, followed by the middle-aged man's tragic howl. His body was bent in a bow shape, and his left hand tightly covered the wrist of his right hand. That was the palm of his hand splitting at Qiu Yun.

"What's going on?" Some people wondered why martial uncle Wan, who had been killed, suddenly retreated like avoiding snakes and scorpions. It seemed that he was hurt“ What was that sound just now? Why did it sound so terrible? " In addition, someone noticed the breaking sound just now. At this time, he couldn't help wondering.