Destroy my Dantian and take away my holy body? I'll kill you all over the house

Seeing that Mo Xiaoke was about to take action against Yun Qian, Han Lingbo stopped him and said, "Ke'er, step back. You two are both my proud disciples, how can you fight against each other in the same sect?"

She glanced at the other elders: "Among the disciples under your junior brother's sect, is there no one who dares to stand up and share the worries of the Pavilion Master?"

After looking around for a week, I found that no other direct disciple dared to take action.

After all, they did not dare to take action without the Master's signal. If they lost, they would lose Master's face. If they won, they would only be helping Xuanyuan Changqing, which would be of no benefit to their own sect, and they would have to bear the risk of defeat. Xiang, hard work is thankless, who dares to take the work on himself?

The four major disciples of Xuanyuan Changqing are the ones who should stand up and avenge Xuanyuan Chun.

However, among Xuanyuan Changqing's four major disciples, Yelu Qingyun and Zhou Xiaoyu had seen Yun Qian's strength. Even if the two of them joined forces, they would not necessarily take advantage, so they both held back and remained silent.

"Master, how can Qian Yun be considered your favorite disciple? She killed senior brother Xuanyuan and is a scum of Tianlei Pavilion. Shouldn't such people be dealt with according to the family law? As a senior brother, how can I just sit back and watch?"

Mo Xiaoke initially dismissed Yun Qian, but Yun Qian's move put Xu Mao at a disadvantage. In order to prove that Xu Mao was inferior to him, he had to stand up and prove who was the top ten disciples, and even more so to his master. Han Lingbo earns face.

"Ke'er, step back. Jiang Chunjian, Yelu Qingyun and Zhou Xiaoyu, who are subordinate to your second uncle, haven't spoken yet. Why are you so anxious?"

Han Lingbo scolded Mo Xiaoke sternly.

Mo Xiaoke's face instantly became indignant: "But..."

After saying only two words, Han Lingbo's eyes glared at him so much that he swallowed it back and said nothing.

Yun Qian nodded gratefully to Han Lingbo. At this time, Han Lingbo was still speaking for her. There were not many people in the world. She was very grateful.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Chunjian, Yelu Qingyun, and Zhou Xiaoyu.

The expressions of the three people are also different.

Jiang Chunjian looked disdainful, while Yelu Qingyun and Zhou Xiaoyu looked at each other with some fear.

"That's fine!" Jiang Chunjian stood up and said lazily as if he had just woken up: "Elder brother was careless just now and suffered a loss. I, Jiang Chunjian, can't do that!"

Xuanyuan Changqing nodded silently when he saw Jiang Chunjian coming out.

Both Xu Mao and Jiang Chunjian are high-profile, but Xu Mao likes to be bossy, while Jiang Chunjian is more ruthless and decisive in killing.

The only difference is that Jiang Chunjian only has the strength of the middle-stage Jindan, while Xu Mao is in the late-stage Jindan.

The seven great masters were sitting on the table, as if they were enjoying an arena match.

Yun Qian is the new direct disciple, and with the strength of Tianlei Pavilion, he disdains the siege.

I also took this opportunity to test the true strength of the major direct disciples. It was also a temporary assessment, allowing the seven masters to understand the strengths and weaknesses of their disciples.

There are only seven grandmasters and eleven direct disciples in the hall. Including Yun Qian, there are only eighteen people.

Yun Qian's eyes swept over everyone. She was thinking about how to break out of the encirclement, leave the Xuanxiao Palace, summon the spiritual bird Huanghuang, and then escape.

"Qian Yun, do you dare to bet your life with me?"

Jiang Chun's sword mouth was shocked, and he suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Yun Qian, his eyes were as fierce as a gambler's.

Gamble your life?

There was an uproar in the hall, even Mo Xiaoke didn't dare to come directly.

Even if he had absolute confidence, he would not dare to play so excitingly.

The eyes of the seven great masters also lit up and they became energetic.

The other nine direct disciples began to speculate.

"Xu Mao didn't even take advantage. Jiang Chunjian, who is even weaker, is risking his own death!"

"That's not necessarily true. Jiang Chunjian is more ruthless than Xu Mao, and he is better at swordsmanship. Qian Yun only knows swordsmanship. I'm afraid he will be suppressed by Jiang Chunjian..."

"Jiang Chunjian must have a magic weapon to win, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so confident!"

"It's so exciting to play, I hope...Qian Yun..."

"Shh, don't let anyone hear you. Qian Yun is now a traitor to the sect..."

In the midst of the crowd, Yun Qian remained expressionless and responded with a sneer: "What's wrong with you? How can you bet?"

Yun Qian didn't hesitate to accept the challenge?

This move was beyond everyone's expectation. Aren't you afraid that Jiang Chunjian might have set a trap?

Jiang Chunjian seemed to have already calculated it, without any hesitation: "Whoever takes off the other person's belongings first, including clothes, shoes and hair, will win."

"Okay!" Yun Qian replied calmly.

Yun Qian slowly took a few steps back without panicking.

Jiang Chunjian, on the other hand, pulled out the Hanyuan Sword from his waist and walked towards Yun Qian slowly.

The Hanyuan Sword is completely white with a gray hilt. It looks like a dead tree in the ice and snow, lifeless and cold.

Just like his name, there is a sense of desolation and solemnity.

Among his direct disciples, Jiang Chunjian is the best in swordsmanship.

Although he is not the strongest, his swordsmanship is definitely second to none, and only the seven great masters can rival him.

There are even a few elders who are not very interested in swordsmanship, and their mastery of swordsmanship is not even as good as Jiang Chunjian's.

The battle was about to break out. Jiang Chunjian swung the Hanyuan Sword on his finger, and it immediately started spinning, forming a gorgeous sword flower, which was in front of Yun Qian's eyes in an instant.

"So fast, such gorgeous swordsmanship!"

Yun Qian almost got hit and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

Jiang Chunjian was indeed prepared, but he didn't give Yun Qian any chance. The Hanyuan Sword in his hand was like a blooming firework, rolling in continuously.

The sword moves are sharp and dizzying.

It's hard to see clearly just by looking at it, let alone receiving a move.

Yun Qian felt extremely strenuous and just kept retreating to dodge, unable to switch to attack at all.

"Is the disparity so huge? Jiang Chunjian is indeed a master of swordsmanship!"

"The master of swordsmanship will know whether there is one as soon as he makes a move."

"Qian Yun doesn't seem to know how to use a sword at all. It's a bet without any suspense!"

"It seems that the first direct disciple is none other than Jiang Chunjian!"

All the disciples were amazed by Jiang Chunjian's swordsmanship and were convinced.

At the moment when Jiang Chunjian forced Yun Qian to the entrance of the hall, there was no way to retreat.

The smile on Xuanyuan Changqing's face suddenly froze, and he shouted loudly: "No, this little bitch wants to escape!"

At the reminder of Xuanyuan Changqing's sudden roar, everyone looked at Yun Qian in surprise.

Sure enough, Yun Qian flew back, turned around and jumped up towards the outside of the hall.

"Quickly, chase him out!" Xuanyuan Changqing ordered Jiang Chunjian, a little anxious.

"Brother, why are you so anxious? Let her go out. Do you think she can escape?"

Sima Hong didn't panic.

After all, this is the home base of Tianlei Pavilion: the Golden Summit of Xuanxiao Mountain.

Even if Yun Qian leaves Xuanxiao Hall, there are still thousands of inner and outer disciples on the campus, and law enforcement disciples are guarding the traps everywhere. She cannot escape no matter what.

The elders and direct disciples followed Yun Qian and Jiang Chunjian out of Xuanxiao Hall.

Yun Qian and Jiang Chunjian were seen leaping over the heads of the inner and outer disciples, heading towards the stone arena on the school field.

"Now!" The moment Yun Qian fell, he held the Mo Lin sword tightly with both hands and shouted softly: "Cut Huashan vertically!"

That scream was as powerful as a mountain!