The name of Li Xuanyu, the Master of Wine and Swordsman, is known to everyone in the eighteen sects of Yuanzong.
Under the influence of Li Xuanyu, the Master of Wine and Swordsman, the five members of Yuanmen have become the most eye-catching people in Yuanshan City.
Even if Yuan Zong went to the third sect, the people from Yuan sect would not be as popular.
However, those people's contempt or disregard for others after not seeing Li Xuanyu made Zhu Ziwen very unhappy.
"Huh! These bastards, that is, Mrs. Li didn't come, otherwise I would have beaten them down one by one! They still want to compete with the Jiujianxian, and they are worthy of it!"
Zhu Ziwen's words were not wrong.
With Li Xuanyu's strength at the sixth level of Qi Gathering, it would not be a problem to blast a group of golden bones at their peak.
Xu Ziran and Yi Tiangong didn't have any ideas and just enjoyed the delicious food in Yuanshan City.
After spending half a month on the monster hurricane eagle, sleeping in the open air, both of them had had enough.
"Senior Brother Han..."
Zhu Ziwen looked at Han Yang eagerly, "With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult to sweep through the three gates and win the first place in the martial arts competition, right?"
Han Yang's sword killed Huo Fentian, the leader of the Fentian Clan, and his combat power was unparalleled. It shouldn't be difficult to deal with some of the peak golden bones.
Before Han Yang could speak, a cold snort came from beside him.
"I'm not afraid that Feng Da will flash his tongue. When will my little Yuanmen dare to be so arrogant!"
At another table next door, a young man in a white shirt was holding a wine glass and looking at Han Yang and others with disdain.
As soon as Zhu Ziwen slapped the table, he wanted to retort.
Han Yang handed over a glass of wine and said calmly: "There is no point in arguing with them. We will see the truth in the martial arts competition."
Zhu Ziwen hummed obediently and picked up the wine glass.
The young man in white shirt failed to provoke him. He snorted, smashed his wine glass on the table, and walked away, as if he didn't want to be in the same restaurant with Han Yang and others.
After leaving the restaurant, he turned two corners and appeared in a private room of an inn.
"Young Master Mu! As you expected, there is indeed something wrong with that eighth-level golden-bone boy from Yuanmen!"
The person in front of the young man in white shirt is none other than the young man in purple shirt who had a conversation with Gu Hongqing not long ago. He is one of the top three sects of the Eighteen Sects of Yuan Zong and the genius of Tianyuan Sect, Mu Chengfeng.
"Oh? What's his problem?"
Mu Chengfeng was slightly surprised.
He just listened to Gu Hongqing's casual remarks and arranged for someone to test it. Unexpectedly, he actually found something.
The young man in white shirt said carefully: "First of all, the golden-bone peak man named Zhu Ziwen in the Yuan sect, boasted boldly, saying that the boy named Han could sweep through the three sects and win the first place in the martial arts... After I deliberately provoked,
The boy named Han made Zhu Ziwen, who is at the peak of his golden bones, sit down obediently with just one word, which is obviously abnormal."
Mu Chengfeng nodded thoughtfully.
All geniuses have pride.
Especially the peak golden-bone genius who is only one step away from gathering Qi. Who is not a proud and arrogant person, how can he succumb to an eighth-level golden-bone genius?
There is indeed something wrong with that guy named Han Yang.
Aunt Qing still has a vicious eye.
Mu Chengfeng sighed with emotion and chuckled: "After Li Yun, Wang Dong, and Yuan Fanbai, there is another Han Yang. It's interesting to be able to do martial arts like this, isn't it? It's a pity that Li Xuanyu didn't come, otherwise it would have been even more interesting.
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The young man in white shirt lowered his head and said nothing, with a respectful expression on his face.
According to Mu Chengfeng, Li Yun, Wang Dong, and Yuan Fanbai are all earth-level geniuses at the peak of their golden bones.
Among them, Yuan Fanbai ranked ninth in the martial arts competition last year, and was only one short of entering the marrow washing pool.
Now that it has been dormant for a year, its strength will become stronger.
These people are all top eight seeded players.
Except for the four veteran strong players, the other newcomers can only compete for the remaining four top eight seats.
Four old and four new are almost the iron rule of the sect’s martial arts competition every year.
"Go tell Aunt Qing the news. As long as Han Yang is not the next Li Xuanyu, he is not worthy of our attention..."
Mu Chengfeng waved his hand and told the young man in white shirt to retreat.
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Seven days later, the martial arts competition of the eighteen sects of Yuanzong officially began.
All the disciples who participated in the martial arts competition left Yuanshan City and went straight to the Yuanzong Mountain Gate.
Xu Ziran stood at the gate of Yuanshan City, looking at the departing figures of Han Yang and the others with a look of expectation in his eyes.
With Han Yang here, Yuanmen will definitely shine in the martial arts competition this time.
"Brother Xu, it seems that you are in a good mood. Even though Jiujianxian didn't come, are you still so confident?"
An old man in black robe came to Xu Ziran.
When Xu Ziran saw the person coming, he smiled and cupped his hands, "It turned out to be Senior Mo, which made Senior laugh. In this sect competition, our Yuan Sect is really here to win a spot in the marrow washing pool."
Black-robed Mo Lao was startled and said in surprise: "Brother Xu is really confident..."
This Mr. Mo comes from the Huoyuan Sect, one of the three sects under the Yuan Sect's eighteen sects. He is a close sibling to the Yuan Sect and has not been able to enter the top sixty-four for many years.
How could we not be surprised when Xu Ziran said frankly that he came here for a spot in the marrow washing pool?
Before Xu Ziran could speak, a middle-aged man with a sword on his side sneered: "You are so bold, even if you are from just three sects, you dare to seize the place in the marrow washing pool!"
One look at the animal hair on this guy's collar, and he knew he was from the Beast Yuan Sect.
Xu Ziran smiled and said: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Du Longyun from the Beast Yuan Sect... Since Senior Brother Du thinks that my Yuan Sect cannot get a quota for the marrow washing pool, how about we make a bet?"
Du Longyun looked at Xu Ziran with a look of disdain, his look of contempt could not be more obvious.
Who doesn't know that the Yuan Clan is so poor that even the Qi Gathering Warriors don't have any spiritual weapons to use.
bet?
What to bet on?
Xu Ziran said confidently: "Senior Brother Du can choose to bet on a low-grade spiritual weapon or ten thousand-year-old elixirs. How about that?"
As soon as these words came out, not to mention Du Longyun, even the Qi gathering warriors from several other sects around him looked at Xu Ziran suspiciously.
Yuanmen is so poor that they still dare to gamble like this?
Xu Ziran flicked his fingers, and the long sword on his waist was unsheathed an inch, and it turned out to be a low-grade spiritual weapon.
Today's Yuanmen really has no shortage of low-grade spiritual weapons, especially after the destruction of the Burning Heaven Clan, a Qi Gathering Warrior with two weapons is more than enough.
Du Longyun's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "A gentleman's words!"
Xu Ziran raised his palms and said, "It's hard to chase a horse!"
Snapped!
The two high-fived and swore an oath, and the bet was finally established.
Several Qi gathering warriors around looked at Du Longyun with envy.
When Du Longyun met Xu Ziran, a new Qi-gathering stick, Du Longyun really made a fortune and got a low-grade spiritual weapon for free.
Yuanmen, who is only in the lower three sects, also wants to advance to the top eight and get a place in the marrow washing pool?
Li Xuanyu, the Wine and Sword Immortal, has arrived.
Jiujianxian didn't come, Yuanmen was still a fish-belly!
Xu Ziran noticed the looks in the eyes of several Qi gathering warriors around him, and said with a smile: "You guys also want to bet?"
A powerful Qi gatherer sneered: "Forget it, if I trick you with another spiritual weapon, I'm afraid you will be skinned by that smiling tiger He Wantong."
Everyone around was laughing.
Xu Ziran shook the wooden box behind his back.
Wow!
Seven low-grade spiritual weapons were revealed in front of all the surrounding Qi-gathering warriors.
"Who else wants to bet? I won't refuse anyone who comes!"