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Seeing Chen Wuxian's specialness, everyone was shocked, but there were two clear eyes with an unusual meaning.
The first gaze came from Ye Yinqingxin of Yue Yinzong. She was holding a simple long sword in her arms, and she was full of sword energy.
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Amidst the crackling sounds, streaks of sword energy invisible to the naked eye broke through the air.
There are four different but coordinated sword intents permeating her body.
Wind, flowers, snow, moon.
The moment these four-color sword intents appeared, a more powerful sword intent covered the Yunyan Pavilion of Yueyinzong.
"Qingxin, your sword intent shouldn't be revealed, especially the four kinds should not be revealed at the same time."
Sister Surong Yu, who was dressed in snow-white and dressed in Luoshang, tapped on the table.
Her facial features are soft and beautiful, her black hair is casually coiled into a bun, and three sword-like hairpins are inserted, which are made of gold, jade, and wood, and flow three pure and simple sword intents.
"You have to remember, no matter what, you can't show the four sword intents in front of people."
Ye Yinqing nodded and said: "I understand, but I can't do my best, really"
Sister Surongyu said earnestly:
"Disciple, I understand how you feel. No swordsman in my generation wants to walk around the world in style. It's just that the Moon Moon Sect is lying there, and we, the Moon Yin Sect, must endure it."
"Being patient and patient, within a few months at most, Zhao Shuruo of the Lacking Moon Sect will give a signal. At that time, we can attack the Lacking Moon Sect and join hands with Chen Wuxian to destroy the current Lacking Moon Sect controlled by Canshang."
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Another gaze came from a young girl wearing a cloak. No one could see her face under the cloak, but based on her graceful figure, one could conclude that this must be a rare beauty.
She stared at the water mirror screen, witnessing Chen Wuxi's peerless demeanor.
There are complex emotions in the eyes, joy, fighting spirit, bewilderment and an indescribable sense of fate.
"Endless, this stage really suits you and me, I hope you won't be too surprised when you see me."
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Blade's willpower is super strong, but in the face of Chen Wuwu, the gossip profound formation constructed by sword energy, and the unheard-of formation, his willpower has no room for display.
Failure is doomed.
"The last trick, do you dare to take it hard?"
The sound of the blade is like a lone wolf, and the muscles on the one arm are knotted like a dragon, bursting up one by one, and the skin turns blood red.
Combining the fighting spirit with the saber spirit, the saber aura was sublimated, from the light blue and white of Lianquan's saber aura to the monstrous blood color.
Everyone is wondering what is this knife?
In Lianquan Knife Sect, the burly old man clenched his teeth suddenly, and murmured in a daze: "How can you make this knife, why is it this knife, why does the blade have this knife"
His eyes were filled with despair like ashes.
?Because of the sword being cut by the blade, even the hope of the spring knife sect's rise was also cut off!
Only the burly old man knows the inside story, but he understands:
"I can't intervene in this competition at all, and the identity of the blade is very special in the sect I have no position to intervene."
Despair spread in his heart, it was because he had seen the seeds of hope.
The burly old man felt extremely uncomfortable, and suddenly heard the gentle and yuppie voice of the young man:
"Why should I take this knife? You have already lost, and you want to fight for your life. Is it worth it?"
This sentence is like the nectar of saving the world, sprinkled on the almost thirsty heart of the burly old man.
His heart came alive again.
He looked at Chen Wuxian with excitement, and his heart was full of gratitude.
"That's right, it's not worth the competition!"
Blade frowned, his lips parted, ""
Before the voice came out, it was directly blocked by Chen Wuxian: "Speak out."
The psychic word landed on Blade's neck, sealing his vocal cords.
Chen Wuxian shook his finger and joked:
"Don't forget, you still owe me and Sister Hongye an IOU each. Don't risk your life at every turn, especially this kind of risk that affects your promotion potential."
"If you become a great master of transforming gods in the future, and now you are half useless, then my investment will not be a big loss, are you right?"
After all, Chen Wuxian ignored it.Can't speak, can't move, and the blade is getting sleepy.
"Senior Kunpeng, I won this match."
? No questions, just statements.
Speaking to a terrifying existence that is unfathomable in the ninth realm in a flat tone, it shows Chen Wuxiu's self-confidence and indifference.
Kunpeng was happy instead of angry, with a smile in his voice.
"I like your character of being neither humble nor overbearing. That's right, you did win."
After one sentence, the world turned upside down and the scenery changed suddenly.
Chen Wuxian and Jian appeared on the bright moon platform at the same time.
The burly old man of Lianquan Daozong rushed out of the Yunyan Pavilion excitedly, and slapped Ren on the shoulder.
The palm spiritual energy turned into thin threads, penetrated into the body of the blade, and helped him suppress the violent blood-red spiritual energy meticulously and completely.
After finishing all this, the burly old man withdrew his hands, pressed Ren's head, and bowed towards Chen Wuxi.
"Old man, Dao Qianhao, the Elder of Lianquan Sword Sect, Dao Qianhao, thank you, Mr. Endless, Mr. Wu is a true chivalrous man with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness. This old man has nothing to repay, but I can only remember it in my heart."
One bow, two bows, three bows.
During the process of worship, at the moment when no one noticed, Dao Qianhao sent a message to Chen Wuxi through voice transmission.
Bowing three times in a row really shocked many people from the surrounding sects.
No matter which continent you are on, three bows are a great gift.
It can be said that it is the highest standard of etiquette except for masters and servants and blood relatives.
However, the old man's salute to the young people has disturbed the three views of the people around him.
In the Yunyan Pavilion of Qianshanzong, Ganxuan said unwillingly:
"What did Chen Wuxian do again?"
Hearing the question about his descendants, Gan Yuanfeng shook his head, and finally understood in his heart that compared with Gan Xuanxin, the former is Haoyue, and the latter is Yinghuo
He unconsciously sighed, patted Gan Xuanxin on the shoulder and said:
"Xuan Xin, you must remember that if you want to surpass Chen Wuxian, you must rely on your own ability and not rely on any crooked methods."
"This, of course I know." Gan Xuanxin looked a little flustered, as if he had been read through his mind.
Qian Yuanfeng shook his head slowly, "You still don't understand."
"Just now, if Chen Wuxian was as pushy as you and other juniors, he could have accepted the challenge of the one-armed youth and made the young man slash blood."
"However, he smiled and ended the battle in a joking tone."
"This is the benevolence and righteousness of a saint, the compassion of a Buddha, and the indifference of a Taoist You, you, and I can't compare, so how can you compare?!"
"His heart is like a bright mirror, free from the slightest speck of dust. It is as clear as water, but also as unfathomable as the deep sea. It is really a misfortune to be of the same generation as him."
Hearing the old ancestor's words, Qian Xuan was stunned.
After a long time, he said, "I understand."
One sentence seems to make the young man's heart disappear completely
Seeing that the effect was achieved, Qian Yuanfeng immediately uttered a voice like a dragon, which exploded in Qian Xuanxin's ear:
"Such an opponent is a gift from heaven, and any conspiracy is an insult to yourself You have to face him upright and challenge him."
The conversation with the ancestor echoed in Qian Xuan's mind.
Standing still, like a green pine, after a while, his eyes seemed to be clear, and there was a certain determination in his voice: "Yes."
Qian Xuanxin stared at the most dazzling young man in the Mingyue Terrace, and secretly swore in his heart:
Next time, I will never be defeated by you like a miscellaneous fish.
Chen endless, I will let you remember my name!
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Chen Wuxi walked back to the Yunyan Pavilion of Yu Lingzong.
The cloak covered the whole body, and the girl who couldn't see through her face passed by, and spoke softly to express her strong determination:
"Endless, we finally met. As I said, the Waves Competition will be the best stage for you and me."
Chen Wuxian was still recalling the information that Dao Qianjue had sent to him through sound transmission in his mind, but when he heard this sentence and heard this familiar but unfamiliar voice, he was taken aback for a moment. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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