v4 Chapter 67： Hezhou Seven Sons

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Zhou An walked straight up to the competition stage. There was no one on the stage. The winner of the previous round went down to rest. He looked at the people below and said loudly:

"I don't want to make it too troublesome, just the strongest among you can come up."

Such arrogant words immediately stirred up waves in the audience, and no one thought that this disheveled-looking person would come up and yell at everyone, as if no one paid attention to him.

A shirtless monk with a green and black mask on his face jumped up from below, and said to Zhou An in a cold voice: "Don't be too arrogant, boy, you are an outsider. In my Daqi territory, you must know how to bow your head!"

Zhou An didn't answer, but instead looked at the white-haired referee holding a pen and asked, "Can we start?"

The referee was stunned for a moment, and said unhappily: "As long as the opponent is on stage, you can shoot. You don't need to ask me. I can judge the outcome of the game."

"You can't kill, and the murderer will be punished."

The black-and-black masked cultivator had just summoned his aura and formed a dark ghost image around him, when he saw a beam of light projecting towards him, the speed was extremely fast, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

In just an instant, even before the others could react, he was sent flying and fell off the competition platform.

There was no sound in the audience, and everyone stared at Zhou An in surprise, only to see a bronze flying knife, which floated back slowly and landed in Zhou An's hand.

The strengths of the two sides are not at the same level at all, which can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction blow.

Qi Fugui took a deep breath: "This is Yujianshu? Isn't Yujianshu the secret method of Wangtianzong?"

The old monk next to him shook his head: "It doesn't look like it, without the traction of spiritual power, the force is quite strong, more like driven by pure sword intent..."

Qi Fugui had a pensive look on his face, "If driven by pure sword intent, this person's sword intent may have already been accomplished, and it may only be a matter of time before he walks on the road."

Sword intent can often determine a sword cultivator's final achievement, and Zhou An doesn't seem to be particularly strong, but he has such a profound sword intent, which is even more unheard of.

Zhou An couldn't help but feel a little complacent when he saw the silence on the field, and continued to shout:

"Is there any stronger one? Don't just stand there, come up if you think you can, otherwise I will announce that I am the winner tonight."

Before Zhou An finished speaking, a monk wearing a black robe flew up into the air, and his spiritual power spread like waves, as if there was a dragon swimming in it.

But before he could stand firmly on the stage, he saw a burst of yellow light shooting towards him, and he was sent flying out again, and fell off the stage. He didn't suffer too much injury, except for a cut in his shoulder.

The man squatted on the ground blankly, obviously not reacting, and then shouted angrily: "You're cheating! I'm not ready, so you do it!"

Zhou An pointed at the referee beside him with an innocent face, and said, "He said that as long as he is on stage, he can do it. It's not my fault. If you have any questions, ask the referee."

The referee's eyelids twitched, feeling that there was something wrong, but looking back, Zhou An's actions were also in line with the regulations, but he was a bit shameless, and he didn't have the bearing of a cultivator at all. He said in a deep voice:

"If you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses."

The man blushed, feeling very ashamed, lowered his head and left from the crowd.

He lost too quickly, and was beaten down as soon as he went up.

"Is there anyone else? If there is no one, I will be the winner." Zhou An said loudly.

Immediately there were monks in the audience who couldn't understand Zhou An's complacent look, and said to the people next to him: "He is just relying on a sneak attack, and there is no problem with the defense."

When others think about it, they think it makes sense. Zhou An doesn't seem to have shown a particularly strong strength at the moment, but every time it is unexpected, he knocks people out of the ring skillfully.

Immediately someone responded: "In this case, why don't you go up."

The man said confidently: "We must let the strongest go up, and if this kid wins, our Kaiyuan City will lose all face."

Amidst the chatter, a handsome man with a long sword in his hand walked onto the ring slowly.

The moment he just walked down, Zhou An repeated the same trick and threw the throwing knife in his hand. This time he didn't succeed, but was bounced away by the man with the long sword in his hand.

"Your Excellency is looking down on me for using such a small means to deal with me." The man said with a smile, the long sword in his hand was glowing blue, and he looked very graceful, "I was just here to see the excitement at the next Yilian Festival, but it seems that Your Excellency's swordsmanship is very superb, so I feel a little itchy."

at the same time.

There were several young female monks below shouting: "Senior brother is so handsome! Senior brother is so handsome!"

Zhou An heard the voice, looked down the stage, and said with some envy: "I didn't expect you to have fans cheering, are they all fans?"

When Yi Lianjie heard the voice, the expression on his face couldn't hold back: "No, it's just brothers and sisters from the same school."

Although he couldn't understand the strange words in Zhou An's mouth, he could still understand the general meaning from the tone of his voice.

At this time.

People in the audience also started whispering.

"I didn't expect such a monk to come to a small place like ours." A middle-aged monk who was dressed gorgeously and looked very knowledgeable said in surprise.

The people around looked over, and someone asked, "This name does sound familiar."

Another person interrupted: "Yi Lianjie, one of the seven sons of Hezhou, I heard that he is extremely accomplished in the way of swordsmanship."

Zhou An could feel that this person's strength was extraordinary, and he also showed a serious expression on his face, "You just fought for the sake of fighting with me? Is this necessary?"

The long sword in Yi Lianjie's hand turned into seven, seven sword lights of different colors, and water ripples appeared in the space, "Didn't your excellency say to let the strongest person come up? Naturally, I can't back down."

Zhou An's face twitched, and he said calmly, "Actually, I was just saying hello."

"..." Yi Lianjie shot seven sword lights of different colors towards Zhou An, "I will suppress my strength in the golden core, I hope you can take it, and I will lose if I take it."

He felt that Zhou An was a monk in the golden core stage, but he was only suppressing his strength.

Zhou An felt that he might be underestimated, but seeing that the other party was so graceful, he didn't choose to overwhelm him with strength, but responded with pure sword intent, also suppressing his strength to the seventh level.

The decadent sword intent spread like mist in the space. It is invisible, but it can also be felt.

The seven sword lights quickly melted when they came into contact with the decadent sword intent.

Zhou An leaned close to his body and knocked Yi Lianjie back with a single strike, clearly gaining the upper hand.

Yi Lianjie was stunned, and looked blankly at the long sword in her hand. Before realizing how she lost, she was about to strike again, but she heard Zhou An say: "Have I already won? As you said just now, I will win as long as I take this move."

Yeah, not only took it, but completely beat him.

Yi Lianjie breathed out, nodded and said, "Yes, I lost."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked down the stage, very neatly.

The others in the audience were even more stunned. Yi Lianjie actually lost, to this monk who didn't know where he came from.

Those are the seven sons of Hezhou, at least they all have the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage, and their strength is even more powerful.

It is said that Yi Lianjie was chased and killed by a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods. Not only did he escape completely, but he took the opportunity to injure him.

The monk next to Qi Fugui pondered: "My lord, this is terrible. In terms of sword intent alone, Yi Lianjie can't compare to him. As long as we recruit him to the Daqi Immortal Mansion and train him with all our strength, there will definitely be another great monk in the Daqi Immortal Mansion in the future."

Qi Fugui was silent for a long time without speaking, and shook his head: "It's too good, but it's not a good thing. It looks like a moral person. It's fine to make friends. Let's talk about other things."

Zhou An looked at the monks in the audience with a smile, and continued to shout: "Is there anyone else?"

At this time.

Someone couldn't help it anymore: "It's nothing to bully the small, you can do whatever you want, there's no need to humiliate us here!"

For a while, the audience was noisy and no one came on stage. Zhou An looked at the referee next to him: "Did this person declare me the winner?"

The referee twitched his cheeks, and with a smile on his face, he looked at Zhou An: "This...senior, these rewards are actually prepared for monks below the golden core stage."

"Just say what you want."

Generally, monks above the golden core stage would not be interested in these rewards. Except for Zhou An, no one would be shameless to participate. Face is sometimes more important than strength.

Zhou An had a weird expression on his face, feeling that he was indeed suspected of being bullied by the big, and said disgustedly: "Then you didn't say it earlier, it would be very troublesome for me to come up and fight."

The referee took a breath, but still kept a smile on his face and said: "It seems that it is indeed our problem."

Zhou An smiled: "That's not what I said... I want monk Kaiyuan's sword intent experience."

The referee nodded and said hello. A servant brought the bamboo slips and passed them to Zhou An, "Senior, this is what you want. But there is one thing I want to ask."

What Zhou An got was also in a good mood: "What's the matter?"

The referee whispered, "I don't know where the senior is from?"

Zhou An glanced at him, and said calmly, "It's hard to say, is there any problem?"

The referee whispered: "Does senior want to join our Kaiyuan Pavilion? Entering our Kaiyuan Pavilion has a chance to join Daqi's Immortal Mansion."

Zhou An thought for a while and said, "I have no idea for the time being. I have other important matters. Thank you for your kindness."

The referee shook his head and said, "We never force any monks to join. If seniors want to join our Kaiyuan Pavilion, you are welcome at any time."

Zhou An hesitated for a moment, took out a broken sword talisman from his pocket and asked, "I wonder if the referee can see the origin of this thing."

The referee looked at the sword talisman in Zhou An's hand, showing shock, and said, "This is a good thing. I'm afraid it was made by a certain sword fairy. Even if the spiritual power is exhausted, it still exudes a terrifying sword intent."

"However, my cultivation base is low, so I can't tell."

Zhou An said again: "Then can I meet your pavilion master?"

"Our pavilion master went out on business some time ago, if senior wants to see our pavilion master, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can stay here for a few days first." The referee said.

Zhou An nodded to show his understanding, turned around and saw Qi Fugui walking towards him, "Brother Zhou is amazing, that's Yi Lianjie, one of the seven sons of Hezhou."

"Now that he has lost to you, I'm afraid Brother Zhou's reputation will spread quickly."

Zhou An pretended to be modest: "It's just a competition, it can't be taken seriously... But, do I have to give myself a name?"

Qi Fugui smiled and said: "The title is given by others, how can anyone take it by himself. Let's go, let's go drink and celebrate your winning the title today."

As he spoke, he dragged Zhou An out, making seven turns along Shunzi Street, and came to a place called Fugui Building.

"Fugui Building?" Zhou An stared at the wooden sign, then turned to look at Qi Fugui in surprise.

Qi Fugui smiled: "How about it, this is my property, and it is found in many places in Daqi."

Zhou An saw a beautifully dressed **** the second floor, stretched out half of her body and looked outside, "Is this the Spring Tower?"

"Not really, not really." Qi Fugui dragged Zhou An in.