Chapter 6

"Yes, martial uncle." Han Xuan is very happy at this time. He has never been out of Qingyun since he came to Zhuxian five years ago.

Suddenly, Han Xuan thought that the plot might soon develop to seven pulse martial arts, so he asked: "martial uncle, I don't know when seven pulse martial arts will start. I want to go down the mountain after I finish training."

"Well, that's good. It's just a few days away. Go back first."

When Han Xuan went far away, a man rushed out of the ancestral hall and said to Wan Jian, "younger martial brother, let him go down the mountain."

Wan Jianyi looked at Han Xuan's disappearing back and said, "the growth process of each baby eagle is a tragic story. I think about you and me."

"Well." Daoxuan also looks at the direction of Han Xuan's disappearance and falls into meditation.

"A lot of people have been practicing in Houshan all day for five years. They can finally come out and have a look. It's not easy." For five years, Han Xuan either practiced or learned the skill of alchemy and alchemy every day. How could he not be excited when he finally succeeded in his practice.

Yuqing Hall

"Everyone, you are all the outstanding young generation of Qingyun..." daoxuan began his long speech. From the origin of Qingyun to the ancestors, Han Xuan listened like the earth in class, his head pulled down.

"Start the draw." I don't know who called and woke Han Xuan up.

"Eh, this woman is so beautiful. Isn't it Lu Xueqi? It's just like a fairy falling into the world." Glancing at the woman who was drawing lots on the stage, he thought.

"It's my turn, number 33."

One day later, in the morning.

With the crowd came to a huge square, the field has erected eight big platform.

"Dong" came with a crisp sound.

"Competition starts"

"I don't know who my opponent is, but don't be too bad."

The first round soon came to an end and the second round began.

"It seems my turn." Said also don't see Han Xuan what action has appeared on the stage. Fortunately, few people saw this amazing scene, otherwise it would be the focus of the whole audience.

"In the whereabouts of xiafeng Wang Jian, I don't know who my younger martial brother is." Wang Jian is also a character, not to mention that everyone in the door can know him, but it's probably no problem to remember him. It's strange that Han Xuan, who has been practicing in the back mountain all day, can be recognized.

"Han Xuan, I'm not alone."

"Please take out the magic weapon."

Han Xuan took off the bamboo sword attached to the back and played with it for a while. He said faintly, "let's go."

"Hum."

Wang Jian looked at the bamboo sword in Han Xuan's hand, and his face turned red instantly. He said, "younger martial brother, since you have such confidence, let me ask for advice."

Han Xuan is said to be a little puzzled, but he doesn't know that his bamboo sword is just made of black bamboo, which is intended to be looked down upon in other people's eyes. No wonder Wang Jianhui is so hot.

"Be careful."

"Slow, too slow."

"Hum." Wang Jian snorted coldly, and the speed of his sword was a little faster“ You'd better go back and practice. Go down. " With that, Han Xuan didn't make any moves. It was just a flash of white light. Wang Jian was near the stage, and there was no scar on his body, even the corner of his clothes was not damaged.

"Amazing control." All the first people on the stage suddenly stood up, only daoxuan looked at the game with a smile on his face.

"Who is this man? Why have you never heard of him?" There is a debate under the stage.

"I don't know. He seems to have reported himself just now, and called Han Xuan."

"Xueqi, you have met a strong opponent." A beautiful woman turns her head and says to Lu Xueqi.