After being pulled up by the master

The next few innings were won exceptionally well.

The Yong'an Sword School was inferior to others, and Qiao Xin lost the first game. Fu Ji and the others were invincible, and the competition ended in less than an hour.

The Changning Sword Sect won a complete victory.

The faces of the spectators under the stage can be described as wonderful.

Some whispered to each other, talking about whether they lost or made money in gambling this year, and some even sighed and said how much they lost; The boastful appearance seemed to have never received the benefits of the Yongan Sword Sect; there were still a small number of people who were purely watching the fun, and were planning to go back to review this duel. Kendo leaders make good relations.

All in all, the unpredictability of the human heart is fully reflected in this moment.

Sun Yi saw all this in his eyes, and after the audience became quieter, he beat the drum three rounds and asked, "Is there anyone who challenges the Changning Sword Sect?"

According to the rules of the conference, giving up the lottery at the beginning is regarded as abstention.But if the final winner is determined, then the qualifications of all sects and factions in the audience to challenge will be reserved. That is to say, if anyone can defeat Xue Wendi and the others at this time, they can come from behind and win the famous sword.

There was silence.

Although the rules are very tempting, no one wants to risk their lives, especially after seeing Qiao Xin roll around on the stage a few times with their own eyes.

Sun Yi made a final decision: "Then, the winner of this kendo competition is the Changning Sword Sect. This junior would like to honor Master's wishes and present the famous sword to Head Xue."

Xue Wendi was secretly delighted, and was urging his master to come on stage, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by some disgusting thing again.

"Wait!"

Huang Qiuming was domineering again, as if he wasn't the one who was beaten just now, Xue Wendi didn't get angry, but fortunately Xue Si held him down and told him not to act rashly.

Sun Yi was also puzzled: "What else is the head of Huang doing?"

Huang Qiuming walked up to him, frowned with his hands behind his back, and asked: "Xiao Nian, this famous sword is so spiritual, what if the sword does not recognize its owner, what should we do? Didn't you smash Linyuan's signboard?"

Sun Yi took a step back a little later: "What does Master Huang mean by this?"

"What I mean is, at first glance, Xue Si is not the one who can control this famous sword." Huang Qiuming suddenly walked to the front of the stage and said loudly, "Everyone, Huang has no intention of fighting for it, but this famous sword, But it is the sword of the Lord!"

The people in the audience can say that they have seen the excitement at home today, and their mood is like the eighteen bends of a mountain road, and each bend is more exciting than the next.

Sun Yi frowned: "Master Huang, what do you mean?"

Ascetics do not give others the sword of the Lord.

One is that famous swords have masters, people are alive with swords, and if people die, famous swords are mostly burial objects, which is too dark and unlucky for people who practice Taoism; Difficult, if its own aura repels the new sword master, it will easily deplete its cultivation base.

But after experiencing the battle between good and evil, talents withered, swords were broken, and even swordsmiths became extremely rare, so the first famous sword conference Wumingwu was born.Until this time, the Linyuan sword casting pool was unsealed, and the sword masters in the clan erased Hengyan's signature, kept his body and destroyed his spiritual energy, so as to recognize the master again.

Sun Yi knew all of this.

So after taking this mission, he was reluctant to part with it for a long time, even when he lifted the brocade cloth, he felt sad.

This is his big brother Xue's sword, the sword that once saved him from the evil spirit.

If he follows others, then what is his big brother Xue who died for the common people of the world?Are there few strokes in the history books?

Sun Yi was actually very sad, but he was no longer the lamenting boy bouldering ten years ago.He must put Linyuan as the most important thing, whether it is rushing to this grand event, or stopping this reckless person in front of him.

Huang Qiuming turned around and stared at the silent young man with dark eyes: "What do I mean? You don't understand? This sword has long belonged to my Yong'an Sword School!"

"Really?"

Sun Yi said with a cold face, "I don't intend to offend, but since I'm a witness of this kendo conference, I can't let you do whatever you want!"

"Ha ha."

Huang Qiuming sneered sarcastically, "It's up to you?"

He immediately cut his palm, and blood of a strange color flowed down his wrist into his sleeve.

Huang Qiuming shouted: "Hengyan, call me!"

The famous sword that was originally placed quietly on Lan Qi suddenly flashed brightly, and the sword came out of its sheath and flew into Huang Qiuming's hand.

Sun Yi was stunned, Xue Wendi was also stunned, only Xue Si said calmly: "Xiaolou, it seems that when you died, you shed a lot of blood."

Since the name is Hengyan, it shows that those words about storing weapons and destroying spirits are completely false!The famous sword recognizes its master again, and it must not be given the same name as before, otherwise it will be very dangerous to reshape the old sword spirit!

On the other hand, Sun Yi's originally clean and flawless eyes ooze with terrifying murderous intent, someone in Linyuan lied to him!He even lied to his master!

"Good sword! Really good sword!"

Huang Qiuming looked up to the sky and laughed, completely ignoring Sun Yize's murderous eyes.

"Let me go!"

There was another piercing sword light, and Sun Yi drew his sword and stepped forward, but Huang Qiuming didn't pay attention to him.

Hengyan protects the master, with sword energy like a rainbow. He has tempered it into a unparalleled weapon in the world after fighting side by side with Xue Wendi day and night. It is difficult for an enemy to come close within three feet.

But Sun Yi's aura was strong, and his sword in the air broke through the range of sword energy drawn by Hengyan, and the sword pointed directly at Huang Qiuming.

Even though the opponent's cultivation level was not high, relying on Hengyan's abundant spiritual energy, he was able to fight Sun Yi evenly, and it was hard to tell the winner.

"Boom—" There was a loud noise, and within ten strokes, the martial arts platform collapsed, and the gravel cracked.

Amid the dust, Xue Si stood behind Xue Wendi.

"Hey little building, help master block the sand and gravel."

After saying that, he put one hand on Xue Wendi's waist, took off the gauze cap with the other, and flew out with his backhand, directly hitting Huang Qiuming's right hand that hadn't subsided from swelling.The opponent staggered a few steps, still holding Hengyan tightly.

"Go, boy."

Xue Si leaned into Xue Wendi's ear and whispered, "Master taught you."

The other party settled down, and then stretched out two fingers: "The great way is invisible, the famous sword is silent, broken!"

In an instant, Hengyan's sword energy revived again, but it no longer aimed at Sun Yize, but flew out of Huang Qiuming's hand, and stuck firmly at Xue Wendi's feet.

Sun Yi seized the opportunity, made a decisive decision, and took down the scum of the sect who disturbed the venue.

"Boom", Huang Qiuming's head hit the ground hard, blood spattered immediately.

"Say, who told you that this sword is called Hengyan?"

Sun Yi grabbed the opponent's neck and forced him to ask.

Huang Qiuming sneered: "You deserve to know? Be your master's dog well, maybe you can live longer!"

"you!"

"Big Brother!"

A junior from Linyuan ran over and whispered a few words in his ear, Sun Yi's expression changed suddenly, he carved a lock on Huang Qiuming's body, and told the juniors: "Press it down, don't stretch it out for now, I'm done with it." The things here will meet you again."

"Yes, brother!"

Several people responded and took away Huang Qiuming, who was still talking nonsense and seemed crazy.

Sun Yi dusted himself off before going to Xue Wendi.

The other party was still worrying about how to pull Hengyan from the ground. His beloved saber was covered with blood. Although it was not Huang Qiuming's, but thinking that it might be his old blood from ten years ago, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.

The famous sword echoes the sword master. If outsiders want to drive it, they must use the master's heart and soul as the inducement.

Xue Wendi didn't expect that Huang Qiuming could do this trick to him. It's really disgusting.

"Brother Xue!"

Sun Yi rushed over, unable to hide his excitement, but he still stopped a foot away from the opponent.

Xue Wendi looked up at him, except for those black and white eyes, there was almost no trace of the past.

The young people in front of them faded away from their innocence in the past, and gradually became a rising star in their own right.

"Don't be safe, Xiaonian."

Sun Yi looked at the familiar smile in his memory, and suddenly covered his face and sobbed.

He cried, venting out all kinds of heartache and pain in the past ten years like a tide.

Xue Wendi was taken aback, and then jokingly said: "Why are you still crying so much? You just asked your juniors to take Huang Qiuming away just to make it easier for you to shed tears, right?"

"Brother Xue, you haven't been reincarnated?" Sun Yi sobbed. He had burned the spirit-calling incense for seven to 49 days, and had drawn [-] soul-calling talismans. Linyuan spread to the foot of Yecheng.

He couldn't find Xue Wendi's soul, so he cried for three days and three nights holding a big rock until he was almost blind from crying.

Fortunately, his beloved elder brother stood in front of him alive and well, and would still make jokes about him.

Fu Ji and the others gathered around when they heard the movement, so he had to forcefully stop crying. He didn't know if he was using too much force.

"This, this, this, isn't this that big sword-handling disciple? Why are you still crying until you hiccup?" Cao Ruoyu also joined the surprised team, and Sun Yi clasped his fists at them: "Everyone, be polite."

"Ah, be polite."

Cao Ruoyu responded obediently, and Xue Wendi was still thinking about how to appease his curious juniors in the shortest time if Sun Yi revealed the secret that he had died once.

But Sun Yi didn't say anything.

He bit the back of his hand, stopped breathing, and said in a low voice, "Everyone, Qiao Xin is dead."

"what?!"

It was Cao Ruoyu who was startled, Shi Wei couldn't help but shoved his shoulder: "Keep your voice down."

"Master Xue, please come with me."

Sun Yi was very serious, "My junior brother told me that he was pierced through the heart by a machete and died."

Xue Si didn't want to get into the muddy water at first, but when he heard the word machete, his eyes also sank.

"The seniors are still inexperienced, so I implore the seniors to lend a helping hand."

Sun Yi gave him a big gift, and in just half a day, the well-rounded kendo conference turned upside down, and he was really at a loss when it came to coping with it.

"I understand, please lead the way."

Xue Si nodded, but he didn't know where to take out the dog's tail grass.

Xue Wendi seriously suspected that he would have trouble getting through this grass in his future life.

I saw Xue Si dipped some water in the white jade bottle, swept Heng Yan away, and calmly told Xue Wendi: "Pull your sword, don't despise yourself."

Xue Wendi had a bitter face: "Understood, Master."

He finally reunited with Ai Jian.

The Hengyan Sword is brimming with energy, as if responding to the master's feeling of being lost and regained at this moment.

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Can't think of it?I actually wrote two chapters [hehehe]