"What did you say? Mo Wanyun won't participate in the sect competition?"

In Yunfeng Villa, Chu Chen's voice came from the room. The servants guarding the door lowered their heads. In the room, the person who came to report was the pale-faced Eunuch Lin. Facing the excited Chu Chen, his face

The expression on the face is unwavering.

"Are you afraid that I will personally defeat her in the competition and make her lose face? Or is this Mo Fanchen's intention? The Holy Court cannot afford to lose and wants to protect Shushan's face?"

Chu Chen called the great scholar by his name, and Eunuch Lin's expression changed, "Your Highness, be careful what you say."

"Hmph, he is not a saint and can spy on the heavens."

Chu Chen walked out of the room and came to the stone wall in the courtyard. He pulled out the Black Dragon Sword and stabbed it several times, erasing most of the original sword marks on the stone wall. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tomorrow is the day of the sect competition. In a small place like Qingpingzhou, what if I get the first place in the Qingyun Sect? If Mo Wanyun doesn't participate, wouldn't all my plans be in vain? What if I get the first place in the Qingyun Sect?

Defeating Mo Wanyun in the competition will let her know my strength, and she will no longer treat me so coldly."

Speaking of this, Chu Chen suddenly thought of something and his face darkened, "Eunuch Lin, where is that hateful insect next to her?"

Eunuch Lin frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry about this matter. He won't live for a few days."

"oh?"

Chu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"You mean, this prince expects Lu Chen's dog to bite people? His face is completely ruined now, and I find him disgusting when he acts like a dog around me. However, if he really kills Gu Yusheng's annoying bug,

Just stay with me for now."

"Understood, by the way, Your Highness, Zhuang Qi, the son of the Sword Master of the Sijian Sect, has also come to the Qingyun Sect. He wants to pay a visit to you. This old slave has secretly inquired about this person. He has obtained the swordsmanship inheritance of the Sijian Sect and is from Qingpingzhou.

The most rare genius, in addition, several elders of Qixiufang have sent greeting cards, probably because they want several female disciples of Qixiufang to meet His Highness."

"Zhuang Qi?"

When Chu Chen heard this, a look of contempt appeared on his lips.

"Does he also want to use the Qingyun Sect competition to get a place in the Holy Land? He is competing with me. What is his identity?"

"Your Highness, you must not underestimate the inheritance of the Four Swords Sect. Although this sect has a low status, it also has an extremely long inheritance like the Qingyun Sect. The four greatest demon-slaying divine swords in the world all came from the Four Swords Sect.

"

"It is better to have inheritance. Recently, I have gained a lot from observing the sword marks on the stone wall. It is many times more sophisticated than the Tianzong Sword Technique that Lei Jiang Heng taught me. There are not many sword masters in Qingyun Sect. Since Zhuang

The seventh one is sword cultivator, I will definitely give it a good try."

After Chu Chen finished speaking, he stared at the sword marks on the stone wall and clenched his fists. He was determined to win this Qingyun Sect competition.

At the same time, in a remote cave in Yunfeng, a blood pool was bubbling, and the sound became louder and louder. Next to the blood pool, Lu Zhan had his hands behind his back, and his whole person seemed to be hidden in the shadows.

Wow.

Suddenly blood appeared in the blood pool. Lu Chen emerged from the blood pool. His cheek that had been eaten by monsters looked particularly ferocious. Bones were vaguely visible on his left arm, but the strange energy in the blood pool...

But it kept sinking into his arms. In a moment, blood and flesh grew on his left arm, a layer of strange scales appeared on the outside of his body, and strange snake scales appeared on his cheeks.

A pair of eyes were glowing with blood, and his mouth was hissing, making a strange sound.

After a while, Lu Chen seemed to have regained some consciousness and shouted in horror: "Dad, please let me go. I don't want to become like this, a human being and a ghost. I'm going home, I want to go home!"

Gu Gu Gu Gu.

The water in the blood pool submerged Lu Chen again.

When he emerged from the water again, his whole body was covered with snake scales, and his eyes became extremely cold and emitted a ghostly light.

"Blood, I want blood."

Lu Chen raised his hand. His hand took on the shape of a claw and became extremely sharp.

When he saw Lu Zhan beside the blood pool, he suddenly jumped up and bit Lu Zhan's neck.

Lu Zhan snorted coldly, subconsciously waved his hand, and shot out a stream of spiritual energy, but it was torn apart by Lu Chen's sharp claw wind!

"Um?"

Lu Zhan's eyelids twitched, and he was caught off guard. Lu Chen, who had become cold-blooded, opened his bloody mouth and almost bit his neck. A more obscure and cold evil wind suddenly appeared on his body. In an instant, Lu Zhan's eyelids jumped.

As soon as the blood was suppressed, Lu Chen fell to the ground with a thud, trembling. After a moment, the strangeness on Lu Chen disappeared and he returned to his original appearance. However, the scars on his face would never be seen again.

It can't get better.

"very good."

The coldness in Lu Zhan's eyes dissipated, replaced by a hypocritical smile. He picked up Lu Chen and said coldly: "I have put so much effort into you. For tomorrow's competition, I only need you to do two things.

, one, kill Gu Yusheng and get in touch with the heavenly oath on you, and two, follow Chu Chen honestly... When the time is right, I will give you new orders."

Lu Chen pinched his hands nervously and said with some instability: "Dad, don't worry, I feel that power is flowing out continuously. The bloodline of the demon clan is really powerful."

"Just understand. Remember, don't expose yourself unless necessary. Otherwise, I will kill you with one blow."

After Lu Zhan finished speaking, he dropped a set of clothes and walked out.

"Perform well. I want you to shine in this sect competition. I want you to regain the glory I lost back then. I can influence Gu Bai's destiny. I want you to eradicate the root cause."

…

In front of the Demon Suppression Monument.

Gu Yusheng stood motionless, silently staring at the sword.

When he was getting ready to leave.

The wooden sword contained in the spiritual gourd at his waist trembled slightly, emitting a green sword light, as if it was about to break free from the sheath of the spiritual gourd at any time, becoming extremely excited.

Um?

Gu Yusheng's consciousness moved and he suppressed Yun Yang's wooden sword with his three souls.

What's going on?

A wooden sword has never had such sword power.

The sword screamed and trembled.

Is there any sword nearby that can resonate with wooden swords?

Gu Yusheng looked forward with a feeling, and saw a group of swordsmen walking slowly dozens of feet away. The leader was burly and extremely tall, carrying a huge black sword on his back.

Wearing a set of soft hedgehog armor made of cold iron, the armor is printed with four sword patterns of different shapes. The powerful aura is like a sharp sword, which splits the fog around Qingyun Gate to create a clear path.

Avenue.

This person is none other than Huo Qingyuan, the master of the Four Swords Sect, a pure swordsman.

It is said that his cultivation level is only at the Guiyi Realm, but he is the only swordsman who can fight against a monster with a level beyond his own cultivation level. This person even once encountered a seventh-level monster and fought for a whole day.

One night, I finally escaped with only minor injuries!

He became the only monk from the three major sects in Qingping Prefecture to escape unharmed from a fight with a seventh-order monster in the past hundred years.

This man's sword is sharp.

Let Gu Yusheng feel it from a distance.

But there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, because what made the wooden sword in his spiritual gourd tremble was not this famous swordsman from Qingping Prefecture, but a young man behind him, who was about seventeen years old.

He was eight years old, his hair had long been tied up, and his face was stern. He was carrying a cyan sword box on his back. There were several seals on the sword box. The source of the trembling of the wooden sword was the cyan sword box.

"There is a famous sword hidden inside."

Only then did Gu Yusheng suddenly realize.

The Four Swords Sect possesses the sharpest inherited demon-slaying swords in Qingpingzhou. He occasionally hears people from the Qingyun Sect talk about it, and he is very envious in words. Even if he puts aside the four inherited demon-slaying swords, the Four Swords

The sect has excellent swordsmiths, and the swords and spiritual swords they forge are much better than those forged by Qingyun Sect’s Tiangong Peak. But it’s a pity that if you want to get one of the famous swords of the Sijian Sect,

Thousands of difficulties.

When Gu Yusheng learned that it was the famous sword that made the wooden sword want to be great, he didn't have any trouble in his heart. To him, the wooden sword was just a sword.

No matter how good the famous sword is, it is not as important as the wooden sword he owns.

The power of a sword does not lie in the sword itself.

But it depends on the person who wields the sword!

Gu Yusheng had no greed in his heart, and the wooden sword clanked for a few breaths, and then it became calm again. The wooden sword contained in the spiritual gourd seemed to be completely silent and sheathed.

but.

Although Gu Yusheng is not greedy for the sword, he is competitive!

The youthful spirit should shine like the scorching sun!

Obviously, the young monk carrying the blue sword box was an opponent worthy of drawing his sword.

Except for the other party, Gu Yusheng found that most of those sword cultivators were extremely extraordinary.

Apparently they are all good with swords!

Gu Yusheng is looking forward to tomorrow's Qingyun Sect competition even more.

Since the great scholar wanted to look forward to something.

Then let this big competition be undoubtedly the best time to try the sword.

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath.

Step away.

Just as Gu Yusheng was walking away, Zhuang Qi, a disciple of Sijian Sect, stopped, his eyes became sharp, and he looked around.

"Zhuang Qi, what's wrong?"

Huo Qingyuan stopped. From the beginning to the end, his eyes were fixed on the huge demon-suppressing monument at Qingyun Gate.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect are not in his eyes.
Chapter completed!