Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

The next day is dawn.

Ye Changjian woke up on time, with a steaming breakfast on the table, but Tang Jiangli was nowhere to be seen.

knock --

"Come in."

The door opened, and it was Li Junyan and Yan Wuyu who came in.

Li Junyan said excitedly: "Today is the duel between the chief disciples of the four major cultivating families. Everyone get up early to find a good seat to watch!"

"Oh."

Ye Changjian wiped his face, lacking in interest.

Yan Wuyu said: "The first match is big brother vs. Yun Xiangrong."

Ye Changjian threw away the cloth towel, strode to the table and picked up the porcelain bowl, raised his head and poured down the porridge inside, without caring about scalding his mouth, grabbed Yan Wuyu with his left hand and Li Junyan with his right, and went out Go, "Why didn't you say it earlier."

Li Junyan was dragged by the collar of his back shirt, almost out of breath, and slapped his hands desperately.

Ye Changjian quickly let go of him, Li Junyan coughed a few times, and said intermittently: "Cough... and... there is one... hour before... it starts!"

"The first match between Tangmen Sword Sect and Yunshan Xinzong, the second match between Tushan Medicine Sect and Xiao Clan's Danzong, and the third match is the winner's duel."

Ye Changjian said, "Anyone betting off the field?"

Yan Wuyu rolled his eyes at him, "You know, Jun Yan took advantage of the time when we were fighting at the top, and started a gamble at the bottom, earning a lot of money."

In previous year's internal student fighting competitions, the outstanding students were all disciples of Yunshan Xinzong, this year was an exception, Ye Changjian and Yan Wuyu were produced by Jianzong.

Li Junyan scratched his head and laughed dryly, "It's unexpected to bet that you win."

Ye Changjian responded casually: "The duel between the four disciples should be expected, the leader must be Tang Jiangli."

Li Junyan shook his head, "It's hard to say this year. Yun Xiangrong's magic weapon is extraordinary."

"What is it?"

Li Junyan said slowly: "Fuxiqin."

Fuxi's Qijuqin ranks second among the top ten ancient artifacts.

Fuxi's own, can manipulate the mind.

Using jade and silkworm pure silk as the strings, and engraving a thousand-year-old paulownia wood as the qin, it can cut off the seven emotions and six desires.Every chord and every tone are firm and sharp without prompting, exciting and killing people invisible.

It is rumored that in the second war between immortals and demons, Fuxi was defeated. He poured all his life's best knowledge into it, and threw it into the sky, where he disappeared.

The ranking of various fairy magic treasures is headed by the top ten ancient artifacts and the top ten ancient magic artifacts, followed by the top ten immortal artifacts and the three ghost artifacts.

Ye Changjian's dragon tooth is the second among the top ten magic weapons in ancient times, the Tongtian Yinyang mirror is the fourth among the top ten fairy weapons, and Yan Wuyu's Splashing Ink Shocking Brush is the first among the three ghost weapons.

Bu Feiling's Chi You Banner is the third among the top ten magical weapons in ancient times, Xiao Lin's Qibao Miaoshu Ding is the tenth among the top ten immortal weapons, and Tang Hanyu's Lianqiao sword is the seventh among the top ten immortal weapons.

There is also a class of magic weapons that are the best in the way of heaven, that is, the four great swords that opened up the world, the sword of killing immortals, the sword of killing immortals, the sword of absolute immortality, and the sword of trapping immortals.

All fairy magic treasures surrender to it.

Ye Changjian pondered for a moment, then asked, "Do you know what Tang Jiangli's magic weapon is?"

He kept forgetting to look closely at Tang Jiangli's saber. He always felt it was a little familiar, but he forgot where he had seen it before. He could only be sure that it was not a magic weapon. It should belong to the category of immortal weapon, but he didn't know what it was called.

Li Junyan shook his head, "His magic weapon was not made by himself, I heard that the sword has been with him since he was born."

Ye Changjian asked strangely: "What do you mean from birth? Could it be that his mother gave birth to a sword?"

Li Junyan said: "I heard that the sword was transformed from his body, and there are also rumors that he is a fairy fetus who came to the mortal world to practice."

Yan Wuyu said: "No wonder he has seven veins, hey, Yuan Si, could it be that you are also a fairy fetus?"

After hearing Li Junyan's words, Ye Changjian's heart was pounding, and there was an answer ready to come out.

He then shook his head.

It's just a coincidence, Tang Jiangli was unusual in the first place, and his magic weapon was of course also unusual, what came out of his body was just hearsay.

The three of them came to the Chief Disciple Duel Tournament Field. The field was overcrowded and bustling with people.

Disciples of the four major sects of cultivation wear all kinds of uniforms, and surround the competition platform from east to west, north to south, and the air is tight.

A watchtower more than ten feet high stood in front of the martial arts competition. The invigilators were Tang Ruoyi, the deputy suzerain of the Tangmen Sword Sect, Tang Yi, the elder, and Tu Liyou, the suzerain of the Tushan Medical Sect.

Yan Wuyu asked strangely: "Why don't you always see the suzerains of Yunshan Xinzong and Xiao's Danzong?"

Li Junyan lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Sect Master Xin claims to be in seclusion, and Sect Master Xiao is said to be suffering from a hidden disease. There are rumors in the cultivation world that the relationship between the four great families is not as good as it used to be. They seem to be in harmony..."

Yan Wuyu simply blinked, then went to watch the competition on the field.

Tang Jiangli, with a cold sword on his back, was tall and tall, dressed in a blue and white dress with fluttering sleeves, and looked like a fairy.

Yun Xiangrong hugged Fuxiqin, smiled like a gentle breeze, dressed in a white robe with gold trim, calm and unhurried, elegant and elegant.

The male and female disciples in the audience were all overwhelmed by it. A group of people held their faces in their hands, with green eyes, and drooling.

Ye Changjian coughed a few times, took out a white cloth with the words "big and small" written on it from Li Junyan's sleeve, and greeted the disciples around him, "Come, come, place your bet, the bet on Tang Jiangli will win!" The number of candidates is large, and the number of candidates who gamble on the cloud to win is small."

Most of Jianzong's disciples chose Tang Jiangli, and Xinzong's disciples chose Yun Xiangrong, but a few were hesitant.

Yan Wuyu bet on Tang Jiangli for Ye Changjian's face, and Li Junyan chose Yun Xiangrong again and again.

Ye Changjian bet his cloud pattern sachet on "big".

There was too much noise and movement on their side, and the people on the watchtower and the competition platform all looked over.

Tang Jiangli's gaze happened to meet Ye Changjian.

Ye Changjian put his hands to his mouth, his dantian sank, and he shouted loudly: "Tang Jiangli, I bet all my wealth on you to win. If you lose, all I have left is my underpants!"

All the disciples burst into laughter.

The corner of Tang Jiangli's mouth was bent, his eyes were like the bright moon, and his face was like a lotus.

A crowd of comprehension disciples fainted in the audience.

Tang Yi's stern voice came down from the watchtower, "Away from clouds and water, no noise is allowed!"

"Gathering for gambling is prohibited!"

Ye Changjian said righteously: "What kind of gambling, this is my betrothal gift to Tang Jiangli!"

Hearing this, Tang Yi looked as if he was about to faint from his anger, and wanted to scold him angrily, but he was at a loss for words for a while, unable to breathe up or down, stuck in his chest, his old face flushed red.

Ye Changjian shouted: "Elder, let's start! Don't be hungry, I will leave my brother!"

Tang Yi glared at him fiercely, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice: "This time, Tangmen Sword Sect vs. Yunshan Xinzong, the battle of skills begins, click and stop!"

Yun Xiangrong hugged Fuxiqin, bowed and bowed, and said softly: "Yun Xiangrong from the Yunshan family."

Tang Jiangli returned with a salute, and said coldly: "Tang Sect Sword Sect, Tang Chenye."

Yun Xiangrong said: "Come here and teach me."

As soon as the voice fell, he played the piano and went up.

It was a qin with gentle white glow. After two preplays of "clank", only a melodious and melodious sound of the qin could be heard, like spring water in a mountain, flowing in a thread, like pearls falling on a jade plate, cadenced and lowered. Stirring people's hearts, it is like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, clear and clear.

There was another interlude of "Zheng", and the tune gradually became passionate, loud and high-pitched, like the galloping momentum of thousands of troops and surging waves, mobilizing the nerves of the whole body.

"Clang clang clang" the strings are plucked faster, pushing people's emotions to the top, and finally there is a clang sound, which seems to be a tragic and solemn sigh, and it is also like a deep sigh, which is intriguing.

After a song is over, the lingering sound lingers, and it can't be calm for a long time.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, Ye Changjian glanced at it, and the disciples who were not well-cultivated under the stage had a demented look on their faces, and they had already entered a hallucination.

Fuxiqin really deserves its reputation.

Yun Xiangrong said in a warm voice: "A piece of Yellow Spring is broken, and the world is looking for a bosom friend."

He spoke quietly, his slender fingers caressing the strings again, "It's hard to find a bosom friend if the melody is high and few."

Before the words were finished, the subordinates had dialed, "Zheng"!

A sharp arrow glowing with white light was sent out along with the sound of the string, hitting Tang Jiangli's chest.

Tang Jiangli stepped back, drew out the cold sword with his right hand, "Ding!"

The sword and the arrow collided, and the sound of the piano had been shot down.

Yun Xiangrong plucked the strings with his right hand and produced the sound, while his left hand pressed the strings and did not move, his fingers plucked the strings twice again, "Zheng, zheng!"

The stringed sound changed into two white flying knives that rushed towards Tang Jiangli's face and abdomen,

Tang Jiangli tapped his feet, stepped back, tilted his head back, narrowly dodged the flying knife that grazed his face, flipped his wrist, and hit the flying knife on his abdomen back.

Yun Xiangrong turned his head slightly, and with a bump, the sword energy fell on the ground of the martial arts platform, leaving a deep sword mark.

Yun Xiangrong put both hands together and plucked the strings, "Clank!"

Countless flying knives attacked Tang Jiangli overwhelmingly.

Tang Jiangli blocked the cold sword in front of him, held the blade with his left hand, cut his palm, the blood flowed through the cold sword, and seemed to melt into the sword body, the ancient totem emerged, and he slowly said: "One reed Cross the river."

With the sound of a magic formula, the cold sword emitted a golden light that could not be stared at, forming a solid defensive barrier, and knocked down all the flying knives to the ground.

He gently turned his wrist, the silver light dotted, the sword whistled, and the sword shadows scattered all over the sky, falling on Yun Xiangrong's body.

It was already impossible to distinguish whether it was a phantom or a sword shadow, Yun Xiangrong shielded Fuxiqin in front of his chest, and was about to pluck the string but froze there.

I saw Tang Jiangli's figure flickered, and he jumped behind him in an instant, and around his neck was a cold sword that melted the cold moonlight!

The sword shadow landed on the shoulders of the disciples under the martial arts arena, turning into a golden light and blending into their bodies, and the eyes of the originally demented disciples gradually recovered.

His sword was not only used to win Yun Xiangrong, but also dispelled the illusion of all his disciples in an instant.

High judgment.

Tang Jiangli withdrew his cold sword and inserted his backhand into the scabbard on his back, "Offended."

As he spoke, he walked down the competition stage slowly and calmly, with a straight waist and a graceful appearance.

On the watchtower, Tu Liyou said in a warm voice: "This match, Tang Sect Sword Sect wins. In the next match, Tushan Medical Sect will face Xiao Clan Dan Sect."