As soon as the young man made a request, he immediately aroused the interest of many students. Thousands of eyes gathered on him, making his expression suddenly stiff and he could no longer be able to calm himself down.

Most of the students were kind-hearted people. Seeing this, they immediately looked back and turned to the four swords of Yuhuang behind the people in Qingxu Villa. The boy suddenly felt the pressure lightened and he let out a sigh of relief.

The Yuhuang Sword Sect is the authentic sword art in the world. Apart from the many sword hall elders with profound cultivation in the sect, the Taboo Sword is well-known in the world and is known as the two wonders of Middle-earth with Qingcheng. Moreover, the sword art inheritance of this sect has been followed by someone, which is the Yuhuang Seven Swords, whose name is spread all over the mountains and south, and has surpassed countless young geniuses in the world.

Although Yuhuang's seven swords challenged Luofeng Academy at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet a few days ago, the reason was indeed extraordinary.

Moreover, the two who appeared showed their extraordinary sword skills, which opened their eyes to the students in Beijing, especially in the second game, the defeat was not a war.

This young man from the unknown sect from the south actually wanted to challenge one of Yuhuang's seven swords. Although he was the youngest last-place Chen Yi, everyone was surprised during the scene, and then his eyes were full of pity and sympathy.

Chen Yi, who was sitting behind the people in Qingxu Villa, had already stood up. Chen Yi, the second of the Yuhuang Seven Swords sitting beside him, looked at him quietly with a face and said, "My junior brother, take it seriously, but try to be cautious when taking action and don't hurt him."

"Yes, senior brother."

Chen Yi bowed to his senior brother and then picked up his sword and walked towards the center of the palace. His steps were neither fast nor slow, and his expression was calm and calm.

When everyone in the hall saw Yuhuang's disciples on the spot, they were all silent. Even the people in the Buddha Sect looked sideways and looked at Chen Yi with a serious look.

He walked to the young man two feet away and stood still, then clasped his fists and said, "Yuhuang Sword Sect Chen Yi, please give me advice."

"Miaojiang Yan Changkong!"

Chen Yi saw that he had a dark face, rough skin, his clothes were very different from those in the Middle Earth, and they were old, but the floor was very neat and clean, and obviously he was not a child from a wealthy family.

Chen Yi is also a child of a poor family, but his luck is so good. He was discovered by an elder who was very patient and dedicated to searching for talented young men. He was then taken back to the sect and was carefully taught by his teachers. His parents were also properly placed and he did not have to live in poverty.

He felt a little close to Yan Changkong, who might have similar backgrounds to him. Seeing that the other party was obviously older than him, he clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Yan, please give me advice."

Seeing that Chen Yi was so famous, Yan Changkong was so polite to him, he nodded secretly, then imitated the other party, clasped his fists and said, "Please!"

Maybe it was the first time I learned to be a man of salute, and Chen Yi couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and he felt a little more favorable to him.

Two sword lights flashed, and the two swords were unsheathed at the same time.

Chen Yi made the starting move of the Yuhuang Sword Sect Mountain Gate Sword and asked the other party to make a move.

Yan Changkong's long sword was in his hand, and his expression became even more solemn. He suddenly swept high, turned around in the air, and a sharp sword intent had risen. The sword light flashed, and the sword edge broke through the air and rushed towards Chen Yi's throat.

Together with this sword move, the master Qiufeng Palace on the host stage swung his sleeves lightly, and a barrier had been formed, covering the center of the palace within twenty feet, completely isolated the true energy and fluctuations generated by the two people's actions.

Chen Yi saw the opponent's sharp sword, his face remained calm. He used the attacking moves from the Shanmen Sword one by one and fought against Yan Changkong.

Yan Changkong took several swords from the other party and took several steps in a row. His figure suddenly flashed, and the sword momentum changed drastically, becoming gloomy and weird. The angle of the sword and the landing point of the attack on the enemy were extremely tricky, which made people feel quite awkward.

He calmly responded and replaced the Shanmen Sword with his most proficient Yuhuang sword technique. The defense was extremely dense, continuous, and even a wall, and rejected the opponent's bitter and remote sword moves.

Yan Changkong had more than 30 swords in a row but failed to attack. He was surprised that the other party was indeed famous and younger than him, but his sword skills were so exquisite and mature.

Some older seniors and teachers who were watching the battle in the palace also nodded secretly, thinking that if the state of Shenyi was not yet shallow, such a swordsmanship cultivation could even be comparable to that of some famous strong people.

Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong also secretly admired Chen Yi's sword skills tonight. At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Zhao Hanyu gained great benefits under the extreme pressure of Shen Yi's move of sunshine. Chen Yi also had excellent experience after that martial arts test.

At this time, he had a sword in his hand. No matter how hard Yan Changkong's sword moves were, he could never attack the thick sword wall.

Moreover, in order to show respect for his opponent, he devoted himself to every sword technique to infuse all his energy and spirit, trying his best to achieve his strongest performance in every sword move, and the aura of the kingdom became more solid.

In this way, Yan Changkong's attack became even more stagnant, and the offensive was trapped by the opponent's dense defense, so the sword moves could no longer be smooth.

Su Yang and the other three were all relieved when they saw that their junior brother's sword skills were more beneficial than in the past, and they all felt relieved and had a smile on their faces.

The two of them dismantled more than twenty moves, and Yan Changkong's offensive had been disintegrated, and his sword moves were scattered and defeated only in an instant.

Chen Yi was thinking about what tricks to make his opponent admit defeat without hurting his face. Yan Changkong stabilized his body, stepped back five steps in a row, then took off his true energy and returned the sword to the sheath, bowed slightly and said, "I lost."

Chen Yi did not hesitate, held the sword and bowed his hands, and said politely: "Senior Brother Yan, accept the offer!"

Etiquette and posture are impeccable, neither arrogant nor arrogant, as usual.

Yan Changkong nodded to him, a somewhat stiff smile appeared on his face, and then turned around and left.

Chen Yi was stunned by his smile and then silent.

He took his sword and walked back to the side of several senior brothers. For some reason, his expression was a little dim.

Su Yang knew the younger brother's nature well and understood that he must have resonated with Yan Changkong's origin, and seemed to be a little worried, so he whispered a few words of comfort.

Dugu Lie, the fourth of the seven swords of Yuhuang, sitting beside Su Yang, is brave and irritable. He has always liked to fight fiercely with others. He has just watched more than a dozen exchanges and exchanges, which has long been itchy.

There was no one in the field now, and he could no longer help but feel restless, so he made a request to Su Yang.

Su Yang pondered slightly. He knew that Dugu Lie's fighting spirit was rising and there was no way to stop him, so he told him not to hurt others and let his junior brother enter the venue and enjoy it.

Dugu Lie held his sword against his shoulders, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, he stepped to the center of the venue, then laughed at the people in the hall and said loudly: "Dugu Lie of Yuhuang Sword Sect, please give me advice!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was quiet, and then there was a loud noise of discussion.

The seven swords of Yuhuang ended one after another, and the students in the hall couldn't help but be excited, but few could compete with it. Although everyone was talking enthusiastically, no one came to the stage to fight for the moment.

Liu Ming, the strongest man in Qingxu Villa, stood up long. He looked at Su Yang and others behind him, then turned to look into the field, with a raging sense of fighting in his eyes.

Su Yang and others were shocked and thought, thinking, would the two of them in this battle actually come from the same camp? Isn’t this a strange thing?

At this moment, a flower in front of everyone's eyes, a red cloud flashed, and then it fell to the center of the venue. The Yuhuangzi, Luo Feng, Liu Ming, Leng Aoyun, and Qiu Feng and Li Qingye who were hosting the stage frowned at the same time.

A young monk was wearing a red and yellow monk's robe, closed his eyes and stood in front of Dugu Lie.

Dugu Lie couldn't help but be stunned. The monk had already opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and extremely sharp!
Chapter completed!