Ye Feng's first challenger was the one who wanted to snatch his innocent master's inheritance the most, and he was also the one who could manipulate the lottery.

With his eyes closed, Ye Feng could also guess that he was the organizer of this ancient martial arts competition, Yue Zhuoqun.

Yue Zhuoqun walked over gloomily, carrying a sheathed long sword on his shoulder, the scabbard was simple and old, and he could only see that the hilt of the sword was sharpened to a strange baldness, it was obviously an ancient sword.

Outside the arena, Daoist Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong stared at the arena with gloomy faces.

Chong Xuan Dao Chang whispered to Zen Master Zhikong: "Yue Zhuoqun is so shameless, he has done it too obviously, he actually became the first person to challenge Ye Feng, and now the One Pill, the five Heavenly Spirit Pills are about to be snatched away by him." ”

"Amitabha, even if he defeats Ye Feng and becomes the champion, it will only offset his bet, he won't get anything, don't care too much about it. And Fang Cunshan ranked third, Yue Zhuoqun just sat in the position of the champion, and he was about to accept the challenge of Mr. Mo, I am afraid that the position of the champion has not yet been hot, and he will have to give up. Shangqing Gate and Xuankong Temple are in the last place, but there are more opportunities. ”

Chongxu Dao Chang felt that Ye Feng's Unity Pill was his own, and he said without expression: "Mr. Mo's cultivation is unfathomable, are you sure you can grab his Unity Pill?"

Zen Master Zhikong remained silent and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, everything in the world is fate, whether the Unity Pill is our Xuankong Temple or not, it depends on the deep and shallow fate." ”

Bai Zhikong Zen Master glanced at it, and did not say anything to the head of the void road, and muttered secretly in his heart, this monk knows how to chant scriptures, no wonder Xuankong Temple has been declining in recent years.

It's so hateful, let's let Yue Zhuoqun's old bastard take the lead, and the next ancient martial arts competition should also let us go to the Qingmen to preside over it once.

In addition to Du Zhong and Mr. Mo Da, Yue Zhuoqun and the three of them all wanted to be the first to challenge Ye Feng and snatch Ye Feng's prize.

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun being the first to challenge Ye Feng, the expressions of Du Zhong and Mr. Mo Da were diametrically opposed to those of Chongxu Dao Chang, and the two looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.

Yue Zhuoqun tried his best to be the first to challenge Ye Feng, thinking that he had taken the lead, but he was afraid that he would not succeed in stealing chickens, but he would lose the rice, and he would be the first to fail.

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Ye Feng with a sneer: "Sect Master Ye, I am the first to challenge you, although we are friends, for the sake of competitive spirit, I must do my best, wait a while, if I hurt you, don't blame me." ”

"Hahaha, Sect Master Yue, you're wrong. ”

"Oh, what did I say wrong?"

"You are wrong about two things, first, we are not friends, and second, you can't hurt me, and I'm going to say that, if I hurt you, you blame me, I don't care. ”

"Boy, the most annoying thing about you is your mouth, because you talk nonsense, you are dead today. ”

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes became fierce, and from the moment he met Ye Feng and knew that he had obtained the inheritance of the Innocent Venerable, he hated Ye Feng to the core.

Moreover, the Xuan-level group competition and the prefecture-level group competition all bet on losing to Ye Feng, just like a knife that has been cutting his heart, he has been sleeping and eating for the past few days, and he can't wait to pick Ye Feng's skin, drink his blood, and eat his flesh.

And now, he can finally do it, there is no official to restrain him, no one else can say anything, and in the competition, he can justifiably kill Ye Feng.

With a local sound, the long sword behind Yue Zhuoqun's back actually flew out automatically and landed in his hand.

Yue Zhuoqun revealed a flying sword out of its sheath, attracting the disciples of the surrounding Taiyi Sect to let out a deafening cheer.

A handle three fingers wide

"The Sect Master is mighty. ”

"The sect master has practiced into a flying sword, it's too powerful. ”

"The sect master is so imposing, you will definitely be able to challenge successfully. ”

"Come on, Sect Master. ”

In the cheers of all the disciples, Yue Zhuoqun looked proud, and said to Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, where is your weapon? I haven't seen you use a weapon all along, don't you have any handy weapons?"

Ye Feng showed a look of disdain, and the flying sword unsheathed in front of his Qi Imperial Sword was an entry-level skill.

When he showed such a hand, he was complacent, Yue Zhuoqun was too superficial, no wonder all the disciples had no real talent and learning, and their reputation was not as good as that of Shang Shan Shan.

He sneered at Yue Zhuoqun's flying sword out of the sheath, but the ancient sword in his hand attracted Ye Feng's attention, it was indeed a good sword.

The sword body of the ancient sword was obviously pressed into a certain formation, the texture was complex, but the layers were distinct, and there was a suffocating aura of killing in it.

The moment it came out of the sheath, a cold air came to the face, and the sound was sonorous and powerful, and you didn't need to look at the material to know that it was forged by the 10,000-year-old cold iron integrated into the star-patterned steel.

In particular, the hilt of the sword, which has been polished off the hand pattern, is also inlaid with a purple vitality stone at the end, exuding a hazy purple light.

Most of the vitality stones are divided into grades by red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, with red, orange, yellow, and green as the lower grade, blue, blue, and purple as the middle grade, and the white jade-shaped vitality stone as the upper grade.

The purple vitality stone, although it is not as good as the high-grade vitality stone, is also the best in the middle grade, very precious, and the value of the heavenly spirit pill is similar.

Generally, ancient warriors used the aura in the Yuan Qi Stone to cultivate, and the first time I saw it inlaid in the blade, the person who forged this sword was too rich, and there were too many Yuan Qi stones to use, so they actually used it as an ornament and inlaid it in the weapon.

Seeing Ye Feng staring at his ancient sword, Yue Zhuoqun became even more proud: "My sword is good, remember, it's called Zidian, it's not a shame for you to lose to it, this is the treasure of our Taiyimen Town." ”

Ye Feng's wrist swung slightly, the flying sword slipped from the sleeve into the palm of his hand, and he smiled faintly: "It's not that I don't have a sword, but I never take out a sword easily, and a sword will be stained with blood." Originally, I didn't want to hurt people with my sword, but in order to respect your purple lightning, I'd better use my sword. ”

Yue Zhuoqun was so angry that he trembled, this kid actually ignored me, and took out his sword to respect the purple electricity in my hand, it was really annoying.

"Boy, you are too arrogant, since this is the case, don't blame me for being ruthless with the purple electricity in my hand. ”

A flash of sword light shot towards Ye Feng's chest, and the sword, as its name suggests, was as fast as a purple lightning, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

This sword is really a bit imposing, it didn't disappoint, it didn't insult its name, but it was a pity that it followed the wrong owner.

Ye Feng is very confident, since he was on Penglai Island, after being burned by the scorching flames, reborn, and the beginning of his godhead, his senses have surpassed ordinary people.

Especially after entering the realm of human medicine and knowing fate, there is one more at the center of the eyebrows, a golden divine pupil, everything in the world is hidden, and the subtle changes within any thing can be seen.

A thousand miles of thought, not so much to see, but more to feel, that kind of mysterious divine sense, can give him insight into all the real changes hidden in the surface of the phenomenon.

When the purple electric sword stabbed, the world seemed to freeze in front of him.

Ye Feng saw Yue Zhuoqun's eyes full of cunning, and the purple vitality stone in the handle of the purple electric sword suddenly lit up, like a dazzling purple lightning in the dark night.

(End of chapter)