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On the sword conference.

In Nuo big square, there are more and more people, bustling and bustling.

There are not only people from Xianyun sect, but also people from other sects.

Since Wang Xianji established his clan, the sword conference has been held for 545 years.

"So many people come here for the top three rewards."

"It's true that all the demons have come to join the party."

"It's also true. Why do we need outsiders to attend the lunjian conference held by xianyunzong?"

"You don't understand, brother. It's said that it's temporarily stipulated by the patriarch. According to the patriarch, we should take a long-term view, not limited to our own clan. If we fight like this, the first three will have gold content."

"Oh, I get it when you say that."

Here, the voices of the people are noisy.

The patriarch, Zhang shuihan, stood on the high platform and scanned the people.

"On the sword conference, the official start!"

"Draw lots to decide who the opponent is."

"First place, reward ten million excellent Lingshi, and my identity as the elder of Xianyun sect."

"In the second place, there are only ten million top-grade Lingshi."

"Third place, five million top-notch Lingshi."

Zhang said in a cold voice.

He said the reward clearly, which can stimulate everyone's fighting heart.

Those who come here to discuss swords are all young and talented people, who are extremely conceited. But if there is no advantage, no one will believe it.

"Wow, it's nice to be the first one. Ten million excellent Lingshi is nothing, but the identity of the elder is equal to joining Xianyun sect."

"Yes, I heard that there are only nine elders in Xianyun sect."

"And none of them are respected."

"I really want to know which one of the most arrogant men will finally fall into this position of elder."

There was more and more talk. Ling Hao and Zhang Cuiyun sat there bored.

Looking at the high place, there are two swordsmen who have entered the debate arena.

The two men arched their hands, and the sword suddenly came out of their body.

It's sharp and domineering. You come and I go. The rays of the sun are flying, and the voice of surprise blows up in the field.

Sitting here, Ling Hao thinks it's boring. These two swordsmen are just putting on airs. They don't understand the essence of sword.

Unconsciously, his head sank and became dull. He tilted his head and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hello, brother Ling..."

Zhang Cuiyun touched his head, but smiled.

"I really don't know what to do with you. These two people are famous swordsmen in Xizhou. Can't their skills be in your eyes?"

Zhang Cuiyun said to himself and realized it.

"Yes, you are superior in swordsmanship. They can't be compared with you."

Although he thinks so, others don't.

The first frown is his father, Zhang shuihan.

"As expected, he is still young and conceited."

Zhang shuihan sighed and whispered again: "if you are like this, I can only say that I look up to you."

Although the snore is small, everyone is concentrating on watching the swordsmanship fight at the moment.

But it was clear in the ear. Many people frowned at Ling Hao.

"Who is this man?"

"Don't he know that those two swordsmen in the debate arena are celebrities? Sleeping here! "

"It's a little interesting. I don't know if I thought he was a master."

"Ha ha, I'm so happy. He's still a master? I don't think we can see the essence of the fight. That's why we fall asleep. "

Hearing the taunts of the people, Zhang murfei, who was sitting, was as cool as drinking ice in June.

Hum, it's really something that can't be used in the eyes.

"I have practiced dozens of swordsmanship in the past seven days. If I fight with you again, you will never be my opponent. I wish I could defeat you in the debate."

Zhang Cuiyun was afraid that the anger against Ling Hao would deepen.

He hurriedly photographed and feared him, trying to wake him up.

"What's the matter, brother Zhang?"

Ling Hao looks at him doubtfully.

"It's too boring. I want to go back."

Zhang Cuiyun: "..."

Elder brother, I really know that your words are not empty words, but really feel uninteresting.

But when you say that, can the people here agree?

Sure enough, there are more and more angry eyes, like rivers and seas!

Look at Ling Hao!

On the sword conference, it's also a famous conference with a radius of 3000 Li. The sword cultivation here is a little magical.

"Boy, are you crazy?"

"Madness comes at a price. Let me see if you have the capital of madness!"

A young man with a sharp sword rises from the sky, full of provocation in his eyes.

"My God, he is the chief disciple of the return of ten thousand swords. He is going to fight?"

"that's to say! Xiao Jingke, the chief disciple, is a ten-year-old man who has understood the meaning of sword. Such an excellent man does not know how many women have become his dream lover. "

"His sword is fast, it's almost to the extreme!"

Ling Hao just glanced at him lightly.

Slowly said: "you are not qualified."

Xiao Jing's face turned red instantly. He said angrily, "draw your sword!"

"I must teach you a good lesson!"

"Since you have to force me, well, I'll do it."

Ling Hao stood up and went straight to a peach tree in front of him. He took off the peach branch.

"I use peach branches instead of swords to avoid hurting you."

"Let's go."

Xiao Jing was so angry that he shouted, "the maniac!"

"How dare Ann despise me so much?"

He walked step by step, like shrinking to inch, and had come to Ling Hao.

With a sword.

Just a click.

His sword is broken.

Two fell to the ground and there was a tinkling sound.

Xiao Jingmu is shocked and stupefied.

"I'm not mistaken. Xiao Jing's sword was broken by a peach branch!"

"God, is he the devil?"

"No, it's not true!"