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Ximenchen waved his hand with a smile and motioned for everyone to sit down. After a few symbolic words of sour kindness, the game officially kicked off.
In fact, everyone knows deep down that the real hope of the Ximen family lies in seclusion at the foot of Junshan Mountain on the other side. And what will be born here are just some good seedlings worthy of careful cultivation.
And for some family members who are almost over 16 years old, this competition may be their last hope for cultivation.
Ximen Chen sat on the middle seat and took the entry list handed over by the elder. His strategy really paid off. There were originally more than two hundred young people of the right age, but now only a hundred people have actually signed up. This is a good idea.
Number, Ximenchen looked at the registration sticker in his hand and smiled, indicating that he could start.
The elder standing at the front nodded and began to explain the specific rules of the competition. The one hundred family members participating were arranged to sit on the wood directly in front of the arena.
The referees for this competition were a few people sitting on the chairs. Except for Ximen Chen and his three sons, the rest were all elders of the family.
In fact, they have very little to do, they are just showing off. After a competition, it is easy to distinguish the winner from the loser, unless the two participants are very close in strength.
The elder on the stage pointed to the weapon rack on the side of the field and explained to the participating disciples that no spells or elixirs could be used to increase their power during the competition. Violators would be eliminated directly. Weapons were only allowed to be placed on the weapon rack.
Wooden weapons, this is to protect the safety of the family's children, so that some people do not know the importance of taking action.
As for whether those weapons made of wood can withstand the infusion of zhenqi, that is none of the elders' business. In their words, the competition is full of surprises, and the players can take matters into their own hands.
After explaining a bunch of nonsense rules, the elder consciously exited the arena and signaled to the disciples below that they could start competing.
Ximen Jianqu secretly smiled among the hundreds of people participating, and was the first to stand up, walking onto the ring gracefully.
The crowd in the audience cheered in unison when they saw Ximen Jianqu walking on the stage. Jianqu's strength is indeed not bad. He has reached the Nascent Soul stage at a young age, and is no worse than those elite disciples in seclusion.
Jianqu kept a confident smile and took down a wooden sword about the same size as his own sword from the weapon rack. He glanced around the crowd of contestants in the audience and his smile gradually deepened.
The expressions on the faces of the disciples who participated in the next song suddenly turned ugly. They all prayed to God and hoped that they would not be picked on by the sword song.
Fortunately, Jianqu's smiling eyes only stayed on those "old" disciples for a moment. He was looking for someone, someone who would humiliate him.
Face after face passed before his eyes, and finally, in a corner, Jianqu found his "prey".
The edge of the wooden sword pointed in that direction without warning, pointing at that fair face.
Siyu slowly opened his eyes with a wry smile on his face. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Siyu's smile was a white flag announcing failure, but in Ximenchen's view, Siyu was smiling wryly for the other party.
Jianqu on the stage slowly put down his sword and shouted to Siyu in the audience: "What? Don't you dare to come up?"
Siyu was still smiling, but he didn't rush up, as if he was waiting for something.
Seeing that Na Siyu had no intention of going up to the stage to fight, Jianqu sneered at his cowardice and at the same time, his words became even more outrageous.
Siyu was still unmoved, but his brother beside him couldn't help it. Just when Changsun was about to go on stage to fight for Siyu, Siyu calmly stopped his brother.
"Brother, don't go."
"Yu'er, you..."
The eldest grandson is also a little angry now. He knows his brother's strength, and he will definitely be defeated if he goes up. But he is in a family of cultivators, and he has a proud heart for cultivators. The younger brother beside him neither fights nor fights.
Not allowing himself to fight for him, he felt a little shameless both emotionally and rationally.
But Siyu still had a calm smile on her face and shook her head at her brother unhurriedly. At the same time, she turned her head slightly to the side and looked towards where her grandfather was.
Discussions began to ring out in the audience, everyone was laughing at Siyu's cowardice. The more the scoldings became, the more unpleasant the sounds became. Not only did the eldest grandson almost couldn't bear it anymore, but even Ximen Piaofeng, who was sitting next to Ximen Chen, was also a little angry. He was angry at his own son.
, but he didn't dare to have an attack because the old father beside him hadn't spoken yet.
Ximen Chen turned his gaze coldly to the two auditoriums beside him, and the discussion immediately died down. Everyone shrank their heads, not daring to look into the eyes of the clan leader.
The sword music in the arena started to get proud. Siyu's performance surprised him a little, but he was more excited. The more Siyu didn't dare to go on stage, it meant that his strength became more powerful, at least that's what he thought.
My son was happy and I had face. Ximen Chalong, who was sitting on the chair, glanced proudly at Ximen Piaofeng, who looked gloomy, and smiled secretly at the corner of his mouth.
Ximen Chen turned around and looked at his two sons beside him, discussing in a low voice.
"Second brother, let your son be someone else!"
The old father had already spoken, so how could Ximen Chalong dare to resist? Although he didn't know why the old father wanted to defend Siyu so much, but seeing that Siyu didn't even dare to fight, he wouldn't take such a coward seriously.
.
"No, father, the rules of the game are like this. You can't break the rules just for Siyu."
Ximen Piaofeng on the side spoke, his face was ugly, but his voice was firm.
Ximen Chen looked at Ximen Chalong with some embarrassment. Seeing that he didn't express anything, he had to sigh slightly and send a message to Siyu.
Ximen Chen's sigh made many people feel relieved. Because there was no criticism, and all signs showed that Siyu did not have that strength, otherwise Ximen Chen would not have defended him and defended him like that.
However, many people still envy Siyu. Although he has no strength, he has won the favor of Ximenchen.
Ximen Chalong also passed a message to his son. He only had one request, and that was to teach Siyu a lesson so that he and his father would lose their last bit of face in front of the family.
When the two sides were fighting secretly and waiting for a good show, Siyu stood up gently and walked towards the ring. Siyu lowered his head because there was a dazzling line of sight above his head, which was directed at him. He was very worried
Helpless, although he also hates Jianqu, that Jianqu is a good bud of the Ximen family after all. He has reached the Nascent Soul stage at a young age. From the standpoint of the family, Siyu is not willing to face Jianqu.
But the sword music was too aggressive, so I could only reluctantly meet his challenge.
Thinking about the message that his grandfather had just given him, Siyu felt funny for a while. Because just now Ximenchen only said one thing to Siyu: be merciful.
Siyu stepped onto the ring, still looking at Jianqu with a calm smile.
"Do you want weapons?" Jianqu on the other side asked impatiently.
"Of course." After leaving a word, Siyu stopped looking at the sword music, turned around and walked towards the weapon rack behind him. After a while, Siyu walked onto the ring carrying a huge broad sword.
"Wow, is he crazy?"
"Looks like he's crazy!"
The audience once again erupted in exclamations. Siyu's actions surprised them again and again. First he stalled and refused to fight, and then he went on stage to grab a huge broad knife.
No wonder they are surprised. The Ximen family has been experts in using swords for generations. The sword is the weapon of choice for all members of the family. Although there have been members who chose knives or other weapons, the rules of using swords are still ingrained in everyone.
in the heart.
Against someone like Jianqu who has high cultivation, flexible swordsmanship and fast speed, Siyu actually chooses to fight with the heaviest and most laborious broadsword. This is no different from admitting defeat. So when Siyu carries the sword with him
When Kuodao, who was not much smaller than his body, walked into the arena, many people in the audience sighed at the same time. Among them were the eldest grandson and Ximen Piaofeng, but most of them were those who placed bets on Siyu.
Looking at the big sword carried on Siyu's shoulder, the disdain in Jianqu's eyes became even stronger.
"You want to beat me with this?"
"This...is enough."
Jianqu's heart was filled with rage. The half-grown kid in front of him was still feeling arrogant and boastful.
"Are you ready?" reminded with a hint of contempt, Jianqu slowly released the pressure he had just realized.
Siyu raised his head and met Jianqu's eyes, but the corners of his mouth slowly turned up: "You talk so much!"
"Bang~~~" A burst of light dust rose from Jianqu's feet, and his people had turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Siyu.
"Too slow." Siyu narrowed his eyes, raised the broadsword on his shoulder, and with what seemed like an understatement, the swordsman had already dodged behind Siyu.
There were no sparks flying or blood flying. The first attack happened suddenly and ended even more suddenly.
None of the spectators in the stands could see clearly what happened at that moment, and only a few people with high cultivation could barely see it clearly. On the referee's bench, several elders were talking among themselves, and Ximen Piaofeng and Ximen Chalong also looked at each other.
It’s all filled with incredible things.
They could clearly see the blow just now. Just when Jianqu's sword was about to hit Siyu's body, Siyu turned slightly to one side and gently swung the broadsword on his shoulder, and from an incredible
The angle blocked the fatal blow of the sword song. And the heavy broad knife was swung as freely as a matchstick in Siyu's hand.
"This... is impossible, how did you do it?"
Siyu slowly turned around, looking at the incredible sword music with a smile on his face, and raised his eyes slightly, "Are you coming again?"
"Hmph, eat my move." Jianqu regained his concentration and raised his sword to attack Siyu again.
A blue rainbow swung out from the wooden sword danced by Jianqu, rolled up the air, and struck Siyu.
The audience cheered loudly, and Ximen Chen in the seat also smiled and nodded, "Well, that's right. If you change it to a good sword, this move will be even more powerful."
Siyu was slightly stunned. What he was stunned about was not the power of Jianqu's move, but the fact that there was no reaction in his body at all.
"Hey, it's not enough."
The rainbow-like sword blade had already struck in front of him. Siyu took a step back and swung the huge broadsword in his hand quickly. In the astonished eyes of everyone, Siyu danced the heavy broadsword into countless rays that filled the sky.
The shadow of the knife met the oncoming sword light.
Siyu's method is very simple, which is to use the speed and the power of each sword strike to consume the energy of the green sword light. The huge broad knife in his hand is constantly being cut during the confrontation with the sword light, and the blade is getting smaller and smaller.
The length is getting shorter and shorter, and the green sword light is gradually fading.
The wood chips that were cut off by the wooden knife were flying all over the sky. At the moment when the wooden knife was completely cut away, the green sword light finally dispersed, leaving a breeze in the air.
Siyu panted slightly, only the hilt of the wide broadsword in his hand was left, and the long sword in Jianqu's hand also shattered after the blow just now.
With the consent of the elder, the two men re-selected their weapons and began to compete.
Jianqu's two attacks were neutralized by Siyu without any danger. Jianqu, who originally underestimated the enemy, put his mind away and did not dare to be careless again.
The audience on the stage suddenly became silent. Siyu's two attacks seemed to be extremely hasty, but they were almost resolved. All the people who despised him also started talking. At least now he is still standing on the stage.
Above, this is the best proof.
Compared to them, several heavyweights on the table were even more shocked. The two moves Siyu just used cannot but be said to be beautiful. Both in terms of strength and angle, they are both exquisite. What is even more incredible is that,
They discovered that Siyu did not use internal force or any skills at all. He relied entirely on the strength of his physical body to fight against Jianqu.
He was able to neutralize the sword radiance of a Nascent Soul master with only his physical strength. Although the opponent only used a wooden sword to send out this sword radiance, Siyu was able to neutralize it with only his physical strength. This kind of skill is really scary.
Ximen Chen smiled bitterly. He was still very satisfied with the strength of the sword song, but his character really did not dare to be complimented. Siyu had already given him a chance, but he insisted on competing with Siyu. This cannot be blamed.
Someone else.
On the court, the two faced each other again.
Jianqu still chose a solid long sword, but Siyu replaced it with a thick wooden stick this time.
"He changed weapons again?"
"Yeah, that guy really can't see through it. Those two moves just now were so fast that I didn't see them clearly at all."
Several young people in the audience were talking softly, with the word "puzzled" written heavily on their faces.
"Pfft~~~~" Jianqu launched another offensive. This time he learned to be smarter. He no longer raised his sword to fight Siyu in close combat. He also felt the terror of Siyu's power. So he changed his tactics and drove the sword away.
attack.
Jianqu is very smart, which is Siyu's weakness. Because he has not practiced any martial arts, although Siyu has a cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he cannot use many attack methods like Jianqu.
Motivating the flying sword, Jianqu firmly controlled the situation and used the flying sword to attack Siyu.
Looking at the wooden sword fluttering above his head, Siyu smiled happily.
Drive the flying sword?
Siyu has done this job many times in the Ten Thousand Sword Pond, and none of them is more fierce than the wooden sword in front of him.
Siyu gently closed his eyes and held the wooden stick in one hand. He relied on the flow of air and the fluctuation of spiritual energy to judge the attack of the wooden sword and exchanged it leisurely.
Siyu's slight movement could not be hidden from the elders present.
"Hmph, this kid is so big that he dares to fight against a flying sword with his eyes closed?!"
Ximen Chen smiled proudly and did not explain. He continued to watch the situation on the field.
On the field, Siyu completely relaxed his mind, recalling the days in the Wanjian Pond, and thinking about the eternal emotions that ran through each sword. Siyu was intoxicated, using a stick as a sword in his hand, and immersed himself in the sword skills.
Here, there is no way to extricate yourself.
Those Ximen disciples on the stage only saw Siyu as if he was sleepwalking, with bizarre moves, frivolous steps, and strange body movements. But every time, he could always use the wooden stick before the flying sword of the sword hit him.
Bounce attacks. Not a single miss. The timing is perfect.
On the other hand, Jianqu's attacks are becoming more and more strenuous, and Jianqu's face is getting whiter and whiter. Jianqu's current cultivation level is still limited, and the long-term sword-driving attack puts a lot of load on the body.
I can't hold on any longer.
Ximen Chalong looked at the situation on the field and couldn't help but become impatient. He knew what the consequences would be if Jianqu lost to Siyu. Jianqu being eliminated was a small thing, but the ridicule within the family and the change in the situation were big.
Compared with Ximen Chalong's worries, Ximen Piaofeng seemed much calmer. His eyes were fixed on the entranced Siyu, watching his graceful movements jumping in the air, and he couldn't help but feel a sentimental feeling in his eyes.
look.
Finally, after persisting for half a stick of incense, Jianqu couldn't help the consumption of his internal energy, and passed out with a "dong~~". Ximen Chalong's eyes twitched in the stands, and he glanced at his old father and his father with a strange look.
Ximen Piaofeng, who was beside him, apologized and rushed into the field quickly, taking away Jianqu who had fainted with all his strength.
The attack came to an abrupt end. Siyu shook out a stick flower in the air, put away the stick, and put it on his shoulder again. His chest rose and fell slightly, but there was still a calm smile on the corner of his mouth.
——Siyu won!
In the stands and under the stands, these four words rang in everyone's mind. The blow of these four words was too heavy. But Siyu did win, and he won beautifully.
The eldest grandson was finally able to close his open mouth and rubbed his sore chin. The eldest grandson shouted loudly and rushed into the field to hug his brother. Throughout the competition, the eldest grandson watched with concern, and every time he saw Siyu dangerously dangerous
He had to open his mouth wide to block a round of attacks. But he still didn't expect that his brother, who had always been called a "waste", would win, and he would win so easily and elegantly.
The key is that Siyu defeated Jianqu. A "waste" defeated a master in the Nascent Soul stage.
Holding his brother in his arms, the eldest grandson was so excited that all the depression in his heart was swept away. Looking at his younger brother, the eldest grandson could only utter one word: