Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

On the stage.

There was one more purple aura on Zhao Yuzhen's body, and two purple auras were wandering around him, which was completely different from the other two stages.

After a long time.

The heroes around him realized that, apart from Jianghu Inn, there was only one young man in Xiaoyao Tianjing, Xiao Ruofeng.

The rest were all old!

After participating in the Hero Conference, they fell into a misunderstanding, that is, they thought there were many young masters in Xiaoyao Tianjing.

In this way, among the forces in the world, only Jianghu Inn had many young men in Xiaoyao Tianjing.

This thought made the heroes feel cold, which meant that in the future, Jianghu Inn would account for seven points of the world.

No, nine points!

Jiang Chen looked around, and some people were a little eager to move, but seemed to be reluctant to go on stage to fight Zhao Yuzhen because of face.

"Heroes, don't worry about the battle. There is no age difference here, and anyone can go on stage."

As soon as these words came out.

The eyes of the heroes around them flickered.

A moment.

A middle-aged man flew onto the stage, bowed to Jiang Chen, and then looked at Zhao Yuzhen.

"Lingnan Xie family, Xie Qingyun." Xie Qingyun clasped his fists and said.

"Come and fight."

Zhao Yuzhen smiled, as long as someone comes.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.

In the end, Xie Qingyun's power was sealed and he was defeated.

The first one came up.

Su Changhe scratched his head and looked at Jiang Chen, "Big Brother, we won't even have a chance to go on stage, right?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him and smiled, "No, there are many masters coming, it depends on whether you can beat them."

"Don't worry, Big Brother, I will beat you hard even if I can't beat you." Su Changhe patted his chest and said.

On the stage, Zhao Yuzhen had won three consecutive games. He looked around and then walked off the stage. The purple air on his body instantly returned to the purple gold stage.

"What's going on?"

"Why didn't Zhao Yuzhen continue?"

The heroes around were all stunned.

"So that's it."

Master Kongwu murmured.

"Master, what did you know?" someone asked.

Master Kongwu put his hands together, glanced at Jiang Chen, and whispered: "Mr. Jiang said before that there is no limit on realm, and he tempted us with treasures. I'm afraid he wants us to go on stage for a fight."

"Master means that Jianghu Inn wants us to train our disciples?" A leader of the Xiaoyao Tianjing power thought thoughtfully.

On the stage.

Su Changhe jumped up and landed steadily. He clasped his fists and said: "The fifth disciple of Jianghu Inn, Soul Devouring Blade, Su Changhe."

Seeing this, the people around remembered what happened on the silver stage before, and they all realized it.

"I'll do it."

Lei Hong was about to go on stage, but was stopped by Lei Qianhu.

"Qianhu, what are you doing?" Lei Hong said in surprise.

"You are not an opponent, Su Changhe is also in Xiaoyao Tianjing." Lei Qianhu shook his head.

Lei Hong was startled and sat down silently.

Outrageous!

"Southwest Mo family, Mo Jiang."

A middle-aged man in black came on stage. He thought he was no match for Zhao Yuzhen, but he wanted to give the man in front of him a try.

Su Changhe grinned and disappeared in an instant.

Mo Jiang was startled and felt a chill behind him. He quickly turned aside and a faint light suddenly appeared.

The next second, he saw Su Changhe's bright face with a hint of evil charm. He quickly put his hands together and clamped a black dagger.

Bare-handed into the white blade.

Su Changhe looked at Mo Jiang's hands, which were black and blue, and showed a hint of curiosity.

Mo Jiang clamped the dagger and kicked forward with his right foot.

Su Changhe abandoned the dagger, pointed his toes, and pulled away.

Mo Jiang threw the black dagger backhand and chased after him.

Su Changhe was slightly startled, and a black mist spread over his body, and disappeared in an instant.

The dagger sank into the black mist.

Mo Jiang stopped and didn't dare to rush forward. Although the Mo family was not afraid of poison, it was better to be careful.

The black mist slowly spread. Mo Jiang frowned and waved his hand. Three black shadows flew into the black mist.

"You are wrong."

A chill surged into Mo Jiang's heart. There was a cold touch on his neck. It was a black and gold knife.

The Soul Devouring Blade in Su Changhe's hand was pressed against Mo Jiang's neck.

"I lost."

Mo Jiang smiled bitterly. He didn't know how Su Changhe got behind him.

If it was a life-and-death duel, he would have been a cold corpse.

The people in Jianghu Inn are really...

Su Changhe smiled and took a step back. When Mo Jiang left the ring, he didn't wait, but looked around.

He stayed in the Wushuang City area.

"Elder Cheng, please teach me!"

Cheng Yu widened his eyes. What's going on?

The eyes of the heroes immediately turned to Cheng Yu.

Seeing this, Cheng Yu's face changed, and finally he flicked his sleeves and snorted, then jumped onto the stage.

"Please use all your strength, Elder Cheng." SuChanghe cupped his hands.

What do you mean? Look down on him?

A trace of anger flashed in Cheng Yu's eyes, but he didn't dare to vent it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Su, I will!"

"Please!"

Su Changhe stretched out his right hand.

Cheng Yu's whole body was full of energy, and a long sword appeared in his hand. His figure moved in an instant.

Su Changhe grinned, and the Soul Devouring Blade flashed a black light and met the long sword.

"Clang!"

The swords and swords intersected.

A crack appeared on the long sword in Cheng Yu's hand, and he was shocked. Although his sword was not on the famous sword list, it was also a sword that could cut iron like mud.

The sword was destroyed just after contact.

What a fight!

Cheng Yu stepped back and quickly distanced himself. Suddenly, his eyes blurred and Su Changhe's smiling face was reflected in his eyes.

"Elder Cheng, you don't seem to have used all your strength."

Cheng Yu heard this, a trace of anger flashed across his face, this was really inhuman, he swung his long sword, and the sword light swept away.

But there was no one in front of him, Su Changhe had long disappeared.

Cheng Yu didn't have time to think about it, his breath was shaken, and he shouted:

"Unparalleled sword technique!"

The sharp sword energy spread, and sword energy roamed on the ring in an instant, attacking indiscriminately.

In a corner of the ring, Su Changhe showed up and looked at Cheng Yu with some surprise.

"It's a pity, Elder Cheng, your strength is a little bit worse."

Su Changhe met the sword energy, and the soul-devouring blade turned into a dim light, annihilating the sword energy.

Cheng Yu saw Su Changhe coming step by step, and hurriedly shouted: "I give up!"

He was afraid that Su Changhe would stab him.

Su Changhe heard this, shook his head slightly, a little bored.

Two purple airs roamed around Su Changhe's body.

He looked around again.

Some people avoided his gaze, fearing that they would be chosen by him.

"Tang Sect, please teach me!"

Su Changhe locked his eyes on Emperor Tang Ling.

Emperor Tang Ling was slightly stunned, then his mouth curled up. Did he think he was that guy Cheng Yu?

But since he came to the door, he had to vent his anger!

Emperor Tang Ling tiptoed and came to the ring, "You are very courageous."

Su Changhe smiled and put away his playful heart. This is a powerful guy.

"Still sneak attack!" Su Changhe jumped up and left the original position.

Only a black centipede was seen crawling on the original position.

Emperor Tang Ling waved his sleeves, and more than a dozen silver needles broke through the air, blocking Su Changhe's retreat.

"This attack is not enough."

The Soul Devouring Blade blocked the silver needles, and Su Changhe said lightly.