"In this way, Xue Chang has nine wins and one draw." Emperor Taixiang remembered something and said to him: "Who is his last opponent in this group?"

"Yang Yuanming, the leader of the Huashan Sect, has won ten victories." Cao Zhong replied.

"Yang Yuanming..." Emperor Taixiang said this name and smiled: "If Xue Chang wants to win the first place in the group, he must defeat Yang Yuanming, otherwise he will have to fight a few more games to fight against Master Wule, Wunu, Dugu Zhenren and others. Now there is a good show."

When Long Wei arrived at the scene and officially announced that the two men's competition was a draw, Xue Chang immediately said to Su Jiangquan: "Master Su, I will count from one to three, and we will both retract our internal strength at the same time, okay?"

At this time, Su Jiangquan even had difficulty making nodding in agreement, because he kept nodding (trembling), so he could only use a blink of an eye to express his consent.

"One!...two!...three!" Xue Chang quickly guided his true energy back to his dantian.

However, an accident happened. The long-term internal force competition made Su Jiangquan, who was almost in a state of exhaustion and became slow to react. When Xue Chang counted to three, he not only failed to control his internal force in time, but instead, because the true energy that the opponent resisted disappeared quickly, the internal force of his own competition surged out. Su Jiangquan was shocked and wanted to control it again, but he was unable to do so.

Just when he felt strong anxiety, the internal force that had just rushed into Xue Chang's arm meridians was already blocked, but what he encountered was not the towering mountains, but the flexible rivers. The internal force of Su Jiangquan not only failed to break through its obstacles, but was tolerated by it, and under its snare, he turned around and returned.

Su Jiangquan felt in horror that the opponent's force had rushed into his Laogong acupoint, and his face turned pale: It's over, the other party is going to take revenge!

Unexpectedly, this force did not rush into his body. Instead, it followed the meridians and arrived at the Danzhong point smoothly. It was only then that his internal force was expelled and then returned according to the original route. The meridians felt cool and comfortable wherever they were meridians.

Su Jiangquan looked surprised: The opponent's true energy is obviously different from the previous one. The former is thick and strong, while the latter is feminine and soft. There are two powerful true energy in this young man's body with completely different properties!

Su Jiangquan's eyes were filled with admiration, guilt and gratitude, but he didn't say anything, sat on the ground and began to regulate his breathing hard.

Su Jiangquan guessed that in order to control the opponent's out of control, Xue Chang finally called the Nine Yin True Qi. Fortunately, the Nine Yin True Qi was greatly enhanced last night, and fortunately, the opponent's internal strength has been extremely weak until now, so Xue Chang was able to easily play the trick, and both of them were safe and sound.

Seeing Su Jiangquan regulating his breathing cross-legged, the ski resort did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out the Huiyuansheng Spirit Pill and Yiqi Tongqiao Pills given by Liu Lingying yesterday and took one pill each. In this round of internal strength competition, his Nine Yang true energy was consumed a lot. Considering that he faced a strong enemy in the next game, he had to do his best.

Su Jiangquan straightened out the disordered internal force in his body, took out the pills from his arms and took them to nourish the almost exhausted dantian. Then he recovered. He stood up and saluted Xue Chang on the side with a serious expression. Before Xue Chang could return the salute, he turned around and stepped down.

Xue Chang didn't expect the other party to be like this and was a little stunned for a moment.

Zen Master Wunu, who watched all this on the long wooden platform, sneered and said, "This Su Jiangquan is still as thick-skinned as before."

Zen Master Wubei chanted the Buddha's name lightly and sighed: "Master Su is a good person, but he is too persistent. In fact, it is not just Master Su, but the entire Songshan Sect is like this!"

Since they are both Taoist, Yang Tong said calmly: "I believe that if other sects are like Songshan Sect and are close to Shaolin, they may have such emotions."

"Amitabha." Zen Master Wubei clasped his hands together without refuting.

Zen Master Wunu hung his fingers high in the sky and said proudly: "Some people feel the heat, some people feel the warmth, but in fact the sun moves on its own every day, and I feel it differently."

Yang Tongping did not refute, but Dugu Changhui, who were also from Taoism, was a little angry.

Qingsong Zhenren said first: "Shaolin is really amazing. Since the scorching sun, I wonder if the emperor will feel the heat in the palace?"

Zen Master Wunu turned his lips and said: "I, Shaolin, live in harmony with all sects, and I will do my best to protect the peace of Luoyang. My achievements are obvious to all. But I don't know that you are in Jinghu and you are afraid of snakes and scorpions, which goes against the court's wishes for the balanced development of all sects in the martial arts world. Do you know what the emperor will think today?"

Qingsong Zhenren's face changed and he couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment.

"Okay, everyone is not called verbal talk, so as not to let the emperor, ministers, and the heroes on the sidelines watch jokes. Don't forget what our responsibilities are here." Yang Tongping spoke up here to smooth things over.

Zen Master Wubei also continued: "The emperor asked these 120 martial arts people to rank according to their strength. Although there is a competition as evidence, it is impossible to cover everything. We must take it seriously, otherwise if something goes wrong and everyone will not accept it, we will make a joke."

After the two said this, Zen Master Wunu, Zhenren Qingsong, and Dugu Changhui were not good at quarreling anymore.

At this time, Su Mufan, who had been drinking tea, asked: "Zhengren Yang, next time, the leader Yang will fight against Xue Chang in Xiaoyao Sect. What is the chance of leader Yang winning?"

This question immediately attracted the attention of four other people.

Yang Tongping looked calm and said calmly: "Today, we should all notice that Xue Chang, Xiaoyao Sect, has excellent boxing skills, has deep internal strength, and has no lack of experience in responding to the enemy. Even if we are against him, we should be cautious. Yuan Ming met him in this group, and I think it is a good thing. If he wins, it means that he has the ability to fully inherit the foundation of our Huashan Sect; if he fails, it means that he does not have enough cultivation and needs to continue to hone, which is actually an incentive for him."

"It's still true people can see through it!" Zen Master Wubei sighed: "Famous fame is ultimately an external object, and one's own cultivation is the most important thing."

As soon as these words were said, Yang Tongping smiled and nodded. Zen Master Wunu expressed his deep agreement. Master Qingsong and Dugu Changhui disagreed. Su Mufan drank a sip of tea thoughtfully.

In the rest area, everyone was quite ashamed of Su Jiangquan's behavior and talked about it.

Su Jiangquan sat upright on the wooden chair, his eyes closed and his waist was straight, as if he had not heard of it. He focused on his energy and breathing, so that he could recover his skills as soon as possible and face the next opponent.

The same is true for Xue Chang, so no one came to disturb him at this time.

Today's fifth round of competitions ended one after another, and the dragon guards went to the rest area one after another and invited the contestants from the last round of competitions to the stage.

"In the 11th round of the competition between Group Ding, Yang Yuanming of Huashan Sect vs. Xue Chang of Xiaoyao Sect!" Long Wei's loud voice echoed in the rest area.

Xue Chang stood up slowly and turned his head to look at Yang Yuanming not far away.

However, Yang Yuanming said loudly: "Lord Longwei, Master Xue, in the last competition, I'm afraid he's exhausted a lot of energy. I hope he can give him more time to recover. Can we postpone this competition? "

Xue Chang was a little surprised when she heard this.

There was also a burst of discussion in the rest area.

Long Wei knew in his heart that Emperor Taixiang attached great importance to Xue Chang, so he did not refute it, but asked with the flow: "President Xue, what do you think?"

Xue Chang carefully bowed to Yang Yuanming with his fists and said sincerely: "I am very grateful to the Taoist Master for his kindness! But I have already rested and there is no need to postpone the competition."

Yang Yuanming smiled and returned the favor, showing that he understood.

Long Wei immediately said, "Since that's the case, please ask the two sects to come to the stage immediately."

Both of them followed Long Wei to the wooden platform calmly.

After the two of them stood face to face, Long Wei glanced at them and said in a deep voice: "The head should have already understood the rules of the competition, so I won't say more. Please do your best."

Xue Chang looked at the head of the Huashan School in front of him carefully: Although he was the son of Zhenren Yang, he was over fifty years old, but he could not see any signs of aging. His hair and beard were all black, his skin looked rough, but rosy and tight. He had a square face, short chin, high cheekbones, full heaven, two thick eyebrows, his eyes were neither big nor small, half crescent moon, his nose bridge was straight but his nose was wide, his nose tip was slightly hooked, and his lips were evenly thick... Although he didn't look handsome, he gave people a feeling of being upright and solid. In addition, he had a drifting temperament and was very friendly.

Yang Yuanming also looked at the head of the Xiaoyao Sect who had been in the limelight in the past three days in front of him: two sword eyebrows were inserted into his temples on his angular face, his phoenix eyes were powerful, his nose was high and his thin lips were tightly closed, and his eyebrows were faintly proud, and his body, which was as long as willows, was erect and proud. This was already encountering the wind and clouds, and he was about to turn into a dragon!

Yang Yuanming, who had a little understanding of physiognomy, calmed down, held his fists and saluted, and said apologetically: "President Xue, I am good at swordsmanship, and it is difficult for you to win with empty hands, so I have taken advantage of some weapons, I hope you can forgive me!"

Of course I know the sword sect, Qi sect, and Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords. Do you want to tell you about it?... Xue Chang was full of thoughts and had a good impression of Yang Yuanming's calmness. He immediately raised his hands and said loudly: "Master Yang, my palms are no less than magical weapons, so you must be careful!"

"Thank you for your reminder, I hope Master Xue will give me more advice!"

"please!"

"please!"

After both sides made some polite conspiracy, they immediately opened up the squad.

Yang Yuanming held the long sword and did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, he stepped on the Nine Palace Step and wandered around Xue Chang.

Xue Chang stood sideways, his palms standing in front of his chest, and his body rotated as the other party wandered, but he did not attack first.
Chapter completed!