People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

"Well, since both sides have no objections, I will announce the start!"

Seeing that the other gang leader had no other opinions, Xuan Ci walked down the stage. Although he also wanted to stay on the stage for a while and improve the reputation of Shaolin, he saw the crowds around the stage and understood that they should stop when it was enough, otherwise it might cause public anger. Although Shaolin is powerful, it can't ignore the heroes of the world.

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Yu took a step forward, "I will fight for this first game!"

Zhu Yuyan and Li Chenzhou looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Wu Yu's appearance was originally in their plan. Anyway, it was a sure win no matter how you look at it. It didn't matter if he came out early or late. They didn't think that any warrior below the Xiantian on the opposite side would be Wu Yu's opponent.

Seeing Wu Yu's first appearance outside the field, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were also a little surprised. Although they knew Wu Yu's identity and background for a long time, they didn't think he might fight for the Quanli Gang. After all, they also knew a little about the character of this brother Wu.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "I didn't expect that the first one to appear would be Brother Wu!"

"It should be because he didn't want to attract too much attention. After all, the last person to appear is always the most eye-catching. Brother Wu must have chosen to appear first for this reason. Since he can't escape anyway, he might as well be the first to minimize his influence."

"I feel his sword intent!"

Just as the two were still guessing, a man in white clothes with a sword in his arms walked up to them.

"Ximen (Master Ximen)!"

Seeing the person coming, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou hurriedly greeted him.

"I knew you wouldn't miss this meeting. How are your injuries?"

Ximen Chuxue nodded in response.

"By the way, what do you mean by sword intent? Why didn't we feel it? Besides, don't you swordsmen always keep your swords in your hands? You also say that the sword is there as long as the person is there, but I have never seen any trace of holding a sword on Brother Wu's hand."

After greeting each other, Lu Xiaofeng raised his doubts. Although he had only met Wu Yu a few times, he was quite familiar with him. He didn't find any calluses on Wu Yu's hands, and there was no sword intent at all.

Hua Manlou on the side also nodded in agreement. After all, since he could no longer see the real objects with his eyes, his sense of smell was far superior to most people. Even he didn't feel the so-called sword intent of Wu Yu.

"Normal!"

Ximen Chuxue was not surprised at all, and explained to the two: "His sword intent is hidden in the deepest part of his consciousness from beginning to end. It will only be completely released in a life-and-death battle, and once released, it will definitely be earth-shattering!"

To be honest, Ximen Chuxue was also shocked when he saw Wu Yu for the first time. The man in front of him looked pure and clean, dressed like a young master of a noble family, and there was not even a trace of callus on his hands. He didn't look like a swordsman at all.

If it weren't for the faint sword intent he felt from the other party, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know that the man in front of him was a peerless swordsman.

"This..."

Seeing Ximen Chuxue's solemn promise, it was hard for the two to not believe it. After all, they all knew Ximen Chuxue very well, especially in the aspect of swordsmanship, he was simply obsessed with it. In addition, he himself was also a peerless swordsman, and was called the new generation of swordsman after the sword god Xie Xiaofeng by the people of the world, so his words were definitely true.

"Then how do you explain that he has neither a sword nor calluses in his hand?"

Although he believed Ximen Chuxue's words, Lu Xiaofeng still had doubts in his heart.

Ximen Chuxue was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then slowly spoke, "Because, he is a sword himself!"

Yes, this is Ximen Chuxue's evaluation of Wu Yu. The reason why the other party did not hold a sword in his hand was not because of a sword in his heart or something like that, but because the other party was a sword himself!

While Ximen Chuxue and the other two were still discussing themselves, Wu Yu, who felt something in his heart, also looked over there, and saw that a white-clothed swordsman appeared between Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

"Brother Haonan? No, it's Ximen Chuxue!"

Although it was only the first time he met, Wu Yu was still very sure that the other party was Ximen Chuxue, because he also felt the other party's sword intent, not to mention that he was standing with Lu Xiaofeng and the other party. All kinds of coincidences showed the other party's identity.

"I want to fight him!"

Lu Xiaofeng, who was watching the scene, was stunned at first, and then speechless.

"Ah, alas, Ximen, you are going too far. Although he is also a swordsman, his talent is only top-notch. After all, you are also a congenital. It's really a shame to bully the weak with your big.”

Ximen Chuxue did not comment, “Is super first-rate very weak?”

After this, Lu Xiaofeng really couldn’t find a word to refute. Very weak? Of course not, but only relative to the innate realm. When it comes to the innate realm, it is a completely different realm, so super first-rate is a bit weak for the innate realm.

However, when I think of Ximen Chuxue, he was able to fight Dugu Yihe, who was in the innate realm, and he was undefeated when he was super first-rate, and finally he stepped into the innate realm and defeated his opponent with this battle.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng spread his hands helplessly, “You are the Sword God, you have the final say! "

On the other side, the Beggars' Sect and the people of Cihang Jingzhai also frowned when they saw that the person who appeared was Wu Yu.

Since the last ambush outside Gusu City, they knew the strength of the opponent. With super-first-class strength, they defeated the innate master. With such strength, let alone being super-first-class, even if they were ordinary innate masters, it would be a waste.

But the opponent has already gone up, they can't avoid fighting, this is not their style.

"Master, let the disciple go! "

Seeing her master and a group of seniors in trouble, Shi Feixuan could only take the initiative to stand up.

Although she knew that she was no match for the other party, she would never take the initiative to admit defeat.

Seeing that her disciple, whom she regarded as her own child, took the initiative to stand up, Fan Qinghui couldn't help but feel very satisfied. This filial piety was enough to let her know that she had not chosen the wrong person.

But satisfaction was satisfaction, and it was absolutely impossible for her to go to the battle. She also planned to keep this disciple to deal with the little witch next to her mortal enemy Zhu Yuyan.

Since they were going to lose anyway, why not send other disciples to fight? Thinking of this, Fan Qinghui glanced at another super first-class disciple beside him, "Junior Brother Mingxin, you go in this game!"

The disciple named Mingxin was dissatisfied when he heard this, but he didn't dare to show it. After all, as a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, they, the non-direct disciples, had experienced Fan Qinghui's methods. Now when he heard the other party call him, he could only step out obediently to fight against the enemy that one person could never defeat.