puff!

Two blood arrows exploded at the same time!

The figures of the two masters were also frozen under the Blood Cliff!

Among them, Ziyun's left arm was slashed by Qingyun's sword, and the bloody wound was shocking. Fortunately, because Qingyun's move also gave Master Ziyun a chance to avoid it. This sword should be just a physical injury.

But on the other hand, Qingyun Sword Saint is not so lucky!

Ziyun's long sword passed through his chest. Although his left chest did not hurt his heart, his lungs were also severely damaged. With a breath, blood gushed out of Qingyun's mouth. However, the sword saint was also tough and gritted his teeth and refused to vomit it out!

"You lost!" Master Ziyun's wrist moved slightly, and the sword blade inserted into Qingyun's chest gently deflected. Finally, Qingyun screamed in pain and vomited blood.

Ziyun snorted coldly, pulled out the sword, and Qingyun also knelt on one knee, covering her wound and gasping.

"Qingyun..." Yin Wan'er called out his name, her tone was filled with anxiety. Then several people ran up and helped Qingyun down.

"Now, what advice does Peony Fairy have?" Master Ziyun snorted coldly.

Yin Wan'er shrugged: "Okay, Master Ziyun is indeed more capable, I, Yin Wan'er, are convinced..." As he said that, he lowered his head to take care of Qingyun, took out the golden sore medicine to heal his wounds, and whispered with care. Although Qingyun was seriously injured, he felt less painful when he heard his lover's care.

At this time, Song Wenhai stood up again: "Since it proves my master's strength, then I think the position of leader should be well deserved!"

Originally, most people had no objection. Ziwei Pavilion was a famous sect in the Central Plains. Now, Zhao Qiankun made a big fuss in the imperial capital first, and the mysterious devil attacked the masters of various sects later. The Central Plains martial arts world has lost troops and lost generals, and the Ziwei Pavilion, which is completely preserved, would have been a bit arrogant. Moreover, Master Ziyun is also a long-standing figure with a high prestige and a decent character. If it weren't for this Peony Fairy, I'm afraid the position of the leader would have been taken away by others.

Seeing that no one came out to challenge again, Master Ziyun, who had bandaged his injuries, stepped forward and planned to say some humble words and take over the position of leader half-support.

But at this moment, another disharmonious voice appeared.

"I'm not convinced!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a young man who had never seen anyone jumped onto the stage. This guy was not wearing any uniforms of a sect, nor even carrying weapons. He should be a lone knight.

"It's you?" Song Wenhai was stunned when he saw him. Ziyun said curiously: "Wenhai, do you know him?"

"Not only my senior brother, I have seen this person..." Zi Yu said, "We met yesterday when we were having breakfast. This person claimed to be a bard..."

"Yohe, do you still remember me?" Zhao Qiankun smiled: "Yes, I am indeed a minstrel, but occasionally I like to run for the leader of the martial arts world... It depends on what you mean, can I become the leader as long as I defeat this Master Ziyun?"

"Do you think anyone can be the leader of the alliance?" Song Wenhai said angrily: "Strength is important, but to lead the Central Plains martial arts world, you still need to be able to bear the words of virtue and respect. Where did you come up with it? Do you dare to run for the position of leader of the martial arts world?"

When he said this, other martial arts people who supported Ziwei Pavilion also echoed: "That's right, where did the young boy come from? I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick..."

"Want to challenge Master Ziyun? You deserve it too!"

"It's not that a cat or a dog can lead the Central Plains martial arts world!"

"Miss, this... should we do a favor?" The Haisha helper in the audience also recognized Zhao Qiankun. Huang Jian came to Xia Haishan and asked softly. Xia Haishan shook his head: "Zhao Qiankun is a smart person. He naturally has his own reason for doing this. Let's wait and see what happens..."

Zhao Qiankun glanced at the so-called martial arts masters, snorted coldly, pointed at Yin Wan'er and shouted: "When the old woman came out to get the thorns just now, why didn't you see you so picky? Is she highly respected, or can she represent the Central Plains martial arts world? She can lick her with great strength when she sees people beautiful! She can challenge her, why can't I?"

Zhao Qiankun's words made many martial arts people speechless, only the Peony Fairy said furiously: "You little bastard, who are you talking about me?" Judging from that attitude, if someone wasn't pulling me around, he would have rushed up.

Zhao Qiankun ignored her at all and turned to look at Master Ziyun: "Master, you are injured, and I am not the one who takes advantage of others' danger. Let's do this, I will fight with you, a proud disciple, and you can also breathe a sigh of relief. If I win, we are competing. If I lose, I will leave immediately. How about it?" As he said that, Zhao Qiankun pointed to Song Wenhai beside him.

"What a big tone!" When she saw someone challenging her, Song Wenhai, who was full of energy, stepped forward and asked Master Ziyun: "Master, let me fight for you!"

Master Ziyun looked at Song Wenhai. This was his proud disciple. Although he was young, he was extremely talented and had outstanding strength. He was also his favorite and most valued disciple. He could see that Song Wenhai was interested in his daughter Zi Yu, and he also intended to match the two of them, and even secretly planned to pass the position of the head to him in the future...

Ziyun is also the head of a great sect, and even if he is not injured, no one can challenge it. Qingyun is just a long-famous sword saint. It’s really too bad for this kid to agree to challenge him. In this way, it’s really the most suitable thing to have this outstanding disciple and future son-in-law fight on his behalf!

Ziyun patted Song Wenhai on the shoulder and instructed: "Okay, Wenhai, you will fight for the army as your teacher. This person is not very good, so you must be careful!"

Song Wenhai nodded and agreed, looking back at Zhao Qiankun: "Then I will ask this brother's masterpiece... I still don't know your honorable name?"

"The name of the countryside is not worth mentioning..." Zhao Qiankun waved his hand: "If I win and become the leader, you will naturally know what I am called. If I lose, there is no need for you to remember the name of a jumping clown!"

"Hmph, you're a little self-aware..." Song Wenhai walked onto the stage and set off. On the other hand, Zhao Qiankun stood there casually, shook his wrists, twisted his ankles, and did preparations very casually.

"Don't you plan to reveal your sect?" Song Wenhai asked with a frown.

"Each one another..." Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "Don't you hide your true face? If you ask me, let's not make those twists and turns, just open and play!"

Song Wenhai frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Qiankun laughed: "Pretending to be confused with me, right?" He took out the half of the ribbon: "Is this yours?"

"Eh?" Song Wenhai looked at it and immediately touched his waist: "That's..."
Chapter completed!