Chapter 33 My bet

"The Lord of the Ten Directions, this is the Lord of the Ten Directions!"

When Zhao Yan walked into the sword valley with a huge boat-shaped flying magic weapon, it was already a sensation, and everyone looked up at the sky.

In the Sword Valley, those friends who used to be Zhao Yan could be sure at a glance that this was the junior brother Xie Qing of the past!

But now my junior brother has returned to his hometown, and his posture and momentum are much greater than that of those years!

"I'll just say it! Junior brother, he is the most handsome!" Wen Ziyu jumped up almost excitedly.

This child has always admired Zhao Yan very much. Now, seeing Zhao Yan wearing dragon scale armor and extraordinary momentum, he cheered even more.

The geniuses such as Shen Lang, who were sitting next to him, all smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, the third section of Miscellaneous Spirit Root, which had the worst qualifications back then, could now reach such a high position; and those of his superior disciples who were trained by the sect were much inferior!

As for Fang Qinghan, who was sitting in the crowd, looked up at the sky, and his beautiful eyes also showed a very complicated look.

With everyone's eyes on, the giant boat stopped under the platform of life and death.

Below the Life and Death Platform, there is a high platform specially built by the Sword Valley. The senior and powerful people from the major sects who came here to watch the battle today were all sitting on the platform.

Seeing Zhao Yan walking down the giant boat, these senior strong men also walked off the stage one after another, and did not dare to be arrogant at all, like Zhao Yan saying hello to pay tribute.

Among these strong men from various major sects, there are the Suyi ancestors who Zhao Yan met in Xianyin Pavilion not long ago, the Supreme Emperor Wu Dao who came from all the way, as well as the ancestor Ling Xu, the leader of the Xuanji Sect, and the major sects and royal members of the Shenxiao Continent, all of them are strong men!

"I have seen fellow Taoists." Zhao Yan seemed to have too many people, so he clasped his fists and greeted the whole.

"Haha! Lord of the Ten Directions, you are so popular. You have such a big battle everywhere!" The ancestor of Suyi laughed.

Zhao Yan smiled bitterly and said, "I don't want to do it either. This is because the strong men in Zhongzhou are so enthusiastic about me!"

"I want to thank you even more." Wu Dao walked up and said, "Lord of the Ten Directions, you defeat the demon gods in the lower realm and drive away the demon monks entrenched in the south! I am the person who has benefited the most. I came here to thank you today! Lord of the Ten Directions, I will be your person in the future! If you want me to go east, I will never go west; if you want me to kill Zhang San, I will never kill Li Si! In short, I will never repay your kindness even if I go through fire and water."

The Nanhuang Kingdom was destroyed by the demonic path, and the Supreme Emperor Wu Dao was beaten and lost his face.

Now that Zhao Yan has solved the devil’s affairs, Wu Dao is really grateful, so he expressed his determination in public that no matter who the Lord of the Ten Directions is, he will repay him with death!

"Your Supreme Emperor, you are so serious. I am also for the people of the entire Shenxiao Continent, not just for your Southern Wilderness."

Zhao Yan said this, and the leaders of the major sects present thanked him, "Lord of the Ten Directions, you really benefit the people! If it weren't for you, the demon god in the lower realm would have entered Zhongzhou with 00,000 demonic paths, and it would have been another bloody storm!"

Seeing the excitement here, Zhao Yan was surrounded by people.

The old ancestor Broken Sword standing on the platform had a dark face. He snorted coldly, "Lord of the Ten Directions, we have finally met! I don't know if it was the first time we met, or if we had a chance to meet once?"

The ancestor of Broken Sword was not very polite to Zhao Yan, so he spoke directly to point out Zhao Yan's identity.

Hearing this blunt tone, all the strong men present kept silent. After all, the ancestor of the Broken Sword was a powerful man in the Divine Realm, and no one dared to offend him.

However, the ancestor of Suyi was also a powerful person in the divine realm, so he didn't have much scruples. He smiled and said, "Broken Sword, you old guy is talking nonsense! The Lord of the Ten Directions entered Zhongzhou for the first time, of course, this is your first time meeting you. Have you met in private before?"

The ancestor of the Suyi was joking and everyone started laughing.

Zhao Yan did not laugh. His face was calm and his eyes were staring at the ancestor of Duan Dao, and his eyes looked very cold. He said word by word, "Senior Duan Dao, I am not here to reminisce about the past with you! I knelt down and salute me after you failed!"

Wow!

Suddenly there was an uproar on the court.

You should know that the ancestor of the Broken Sword was a powerful divine realm. Who dared to talk to him like this in the entire Shenxiao Continent? Even the ancestor of the Suyi was also a powerful divine realm, but he still had to leave some thin face for the Broken Sword!

Like Zhao Yan, he spoke straightforwardly, and he really did not give the ancestor Duan Dao any face!

"You!" The old ancestor of the Broken Sword looked cold.

The ancestor of the Sect Master Yuan Sect hurriedly walked out and smiled, "Don't hurt the harmony! After all, our battle today is not a life-and-death battle, but a fair sword competition!"

The purpose of fair sword comparison is to compete with sword techniques, and to determine the outcome is just to prove who has the stronger sword technique, so it is a kind of friendship battle.

"Yes, today is just a fair sword competition!" The Duanshan Ancestor also came out.

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere on the court was getting better.

However, Zhao Yan and the ancestor Duan Dao were still stern, with cold eyes looking at each other, without any favor.

The ancestor of the Broken Sword instigated Li Yaoqing to take action, causing Huang Ailin to almost die. This is what Zhao Yan can never forgive this person; the purpose of coming here today is to take away the Qianyuan Pill in the hand of this person and force the person to kneel down and apologize!

So Zhao Yan like this should not have any good face to this old guy.

After walking onto the platform, Zhao Yan said, "Fellow Daoist Duanshan, we are all cheerful people, so I won't talk about Xu Li! I came here today to have a bet with you. Everyone can only take out their own Jianheluo to fight. All treasures must be within the Jianheluo combat system. No other treasures can be used! Otherwise, it will be a failure! In the battle, which Jianheluo on which side was completely defeated first is also considered a failure! What do you think?"

The Duanshan Ancestor had no objection to the sword-making rules drawn by Zhao Yan, and nodded and said, "I agree with your rules! The battle location has been selected, and it is on the life and death platform. Others cannot go on the stage! Of course, today we don't need to divide life and death. As long as one side of Jianheluo is defeated, it will be considered a loss! All the monks present are proof people!"

Zhao Yan said again, "I suggest that the ancestor Suyi be the supervisor of this sword competition and supervise the two sides to fulfill the bet after the battle."

"Yes." The old ancestor of Suyi nodded.

"That's good!" Zhao Yan finished speaking, and took a step forward, stood on the edge of the platform, allowing the wind to blow the long white hair behind his head. He waved his hand and a huge purple-black cauldron fell on the ground in front of him with a loud breeze.

Then he spoke, "This is my bet! The defaulter will die! Your bet in Sword Valley can also be taken out!"
Chapter completed!