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Chapter 424: Qingyun Unyielding!

On the second day of the Dao Discussion Conference, the Heavenly Sword Stage was already crowded with people, and the leaders of the various sects sat down one after another on the referee stage, but there were still two seats vacant.

Old Hei stood up from his seat, looked at the two vacant seats on the edge, frowned slightly and asked, "Where did Lord Yagu and Nephew Yinglong go?"

"This... I don't know either."

Tan Qingyan shook his head, with a trace of confusion on his face.

"Heh, where can I go? Naturally, I went to a private meeting in some corner. If such an important matter as the discussion conference can be delayed, I think they should be kicked out of the rostrum!"

Host Hui Neng held a Buddhist bead, closed his eyes slightly, and harsh words came from his mouth.

Hearing this, Elder Hei frowned more and more, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. Of course, this displeasure was for Huineng, not for anyone else.

This Hui Neng presides over the Continent of Gods and Demons, so he can be regarded as a moderate figure, how can he say such words?
You really have no education at all, don't you know what your identity is?

"Old Hei, the old Taoist knows where they went..." Yu Hengzi touched his beard and said with a smile: "They are in a hurry and left yesterday. Haihan."
When Hei Lao heard Yu Hengzi's words, his anger subsided a little, but his eyebrows were still furrowed, as if he hadn't recovered from the words of Huineng's presiding officer.

"In this case, let's not wait for them, let's start the Dao Discussion Conference first." Hei Lao said indifferently, then turned around and flew towards the Heavenly Sword Platform.

He stood in mid-air, looking at the remaining [-] teams below, and moved his lips just as he was about to speak.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Hei Lao raised his head and looked at the distant sky, and saw two figures flying towards the Heavenly Sword Platform one after the other.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Hei Lao's face immediately revealed a look of joy.

The people who came were Yafu and Yingchen.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hei, we're late." Ying Chen cupped his fists, with a little apology in his words.

"It's not too late, just sit down."

Old Hei smiled and nodded at Ying Chen, but his eyes couldn't help turning to Ya Fu, and then his expression turned cold.

She, she... became stronger!

And it's not just a little bit stronger!
Old Hei was full of astonishment, he didn't understand why Yafu had improved so much after seeing her for a day.

Ya Fu nodded to Hei Lao, and then sat beside Ying Chen.

Elder Hei took a deep look at Yafu, doubtful in his heart, but he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around, looked at the twenty teams below, and raised his voice.

"Today, the top ten teams will be determined. I hope everyone can go all out, show their best form, and strive to win the top ten teams."
As soon as Hei Lao's voice fell, there was a burst of cheers and applause from below.

Looking at the reactions of the people below, Hei Lao secretly nodded.

With a wave of his hand, a golden arena suddenly protruded from the Heavenly Sword Arena. The four walls of the arena were engraved with golden dragon patterns, and a line of simple and vicissitudes of life was engraved on it: "Heavenly Sword Arena, fight!"
"Invite us to the first group of opponents today: Temple of Strength, Qingyunmen!"

Following Hei Lao's words, the members of the Temple of Strength walked up to the Heavenly Sword Stage like little titans.

However, the disciples of Qing Yun Sect stopped in place and had no intention of moving.

Seeing this, the audience in the audience immediately began to discuss.

"Could it be like yesterday that Qingyunmen did not dare to confront the Temple of Strength and chose to abstain?"

"Alas... It seems that the strength of the five top sects has left a shadow on many sects."

"Wait...Look! Those disciples of the Qingyun Sect are on the stage!"

A shout immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect had arrived on the Heavenly Sword Stage, and everyone's eyes widened for a moment.

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect all looked serious and dignified. When they saw the Temple of Strength, they only frowned slightly.

They didn't speak, nor did they pay attention to the discussion below, their faces were calm, as if they didn't hear anything.

Standing at the front of the line is a woman. The woman's face does not give people a feeling of being too stunning, but it seems that the more you look at it, the more attractive she is. She is wearing a purple dress with a long whip wrapped around her slender waist. limbs.

Seeing this woman, the audience in the audience showed suddenly enlightened expressions.

"It's her! It's her!"
"Who is she?"

"Bone whip, Thirteen Niangs!"

"Great?"

"You'll find out soon."

Everyone looked at the tall slender woman with excitement in their eyes.

The disciples of the Temple of Strength and Qing Yunmen looked at each other.

At this time, the woman turned around suddenly, looked at the team members behind her, her beautiful eyes flickered, then pointed at the members of the Temple of Power in the distance, and said softly.

"They are the members of the Temple of Power, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" Everyone shouted in unison, their faces resolute and full of fighting spirit.

The woman smiled slightly when she heard the words, and then asked: "We will definitely not be able to beat... Do you want to abstain? There is still time."

"Swear to die!"

Everyone roared, with a look of death.

"Okay! It's a team brought out by my thirteenth mother!" The woman's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and her whole body exuded a domineering aura.

"war!"

The woman shouted loudly, pulled out the long whip from her waist, and led her team to meet the members of the Temple of Strength.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
The disciples of the Temple of Strength shouted loudly, and followed the Qingyunmen team to greet them. The atmosphere was warm and full of passion!
When the two teams collided, a huge wave erupted immediately, and two completely different auras pervaded the entire sky of the Heavenly Sword Stage in an instant.

The two teams clashed, full of fighting spirit.

"what!"
Suddenly, a disciple of Qingyun yelled, and his whole body was shaken back by a powerful force, and he flew out backwards.

"Pfft!"
The disciple fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, obviously seriously injured.

In just one round, Qingyun Sect lost a disciple.

In front of that disciple, a disciple of the Temple of Strength rubbed his fists, looking at the disciple who fell to the ground, his eyes were as calm as water, as if the punch just now was not from him at all.

"Xiaojun, step back!"

Thirteen Niang looked at this scene and shouted without changing her face.

"I lost."
Hearing this, the disciple climbed up with some difficulty, swayed and stood firm, cupped his hands at the disciple of the Temple of Strength, and said in a low voice.

"Hong Liu of the Temple of Strength, I admit it!" The disciple of the Temple of Strength nodded and said softly.

"continue!"

Thirteen Niang let out a soft drink, and led the four Qingyun sect disciples behind her to rush forward again, charging towards the Temple of Strength.

"kill!"
The disciples of the Temple of Strength roared, and then went up to meet him again, but the man named Hong Liu did not join the battle, but retreated to the side.

(End of this chapter)