August 15th!

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This day has finally arrived in the anticipation of countless people in the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, I saw that the martial arts arena located in the center of Laojun Cliff was crowded with people, densely packed like an ant.

It is said that this martial arts arena was slightly modified by using a huge pit formed by nature.

The giant pit covers an area of about 30 zhang, the depth is up to 10 zhang, there is a circular stone platform in the center of the bottom of the pit is high and convex, it is slightly higher than the ground around it is one meter, the round platform is big six zhang square, it becomes a magnificent ring after being slightly designed, there is an iron chain bridge in the southeast and northwest and connects with the ground around it, the length is about 256 zhang.

The entire arena is divided into four areas.

I saw that the people of the Tianhe Sect occupied the southern area alone, and the number of people was three or four thousand, and it was black and oppressive.

The rest of the sects were randomly placed in the other three areas.

Yue Qiubai's Qingcheng faction was arranged in the Western District.

"What about the people of the Tianhe Sect, why don't you come out to preside over the conference?"

"By the way, what is the purpose of this gathering of heroes that the Hejiao is going to hold this day?"

"I don't understand! I heard that the holy daughter of the Tianhe Sect is not married yet, maybe she is going to hold a martial arts contest to recruit relatives, right?"

"Could it be, the Tianhe Sect brought everyone together to catch them all, right? Then their Tianhe Sect can reign over the world. ”

......

At this moment, no one in the ring went up to preside, except for the southern district, the other three districts suddenly had people whispering underneath, so they didn't look noisy.

Yue Qiubai and the others stood in the front row, silently speaking.

Standing next to Yue Qiubai was the Qingling Swordsman who was missing half an arm.

It is said that after Mu Yizhen helped him with acupuncture with a frustrating needle, and took a decoction made with agave, now, the poison in his body has been exhausted and he has completely returned to normal, but due to the loss of half of his right arm, his martial arts have been greatly reduced.

"It's coming! Is the Heroes finally going to begin?"

Yue Qiubai saw a person in the southern district appear on the rope bridge and slowly walked to the ring in the center, and he knew that the preparations for the conference were about to kick off.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, I saw that one person walked to the ring with his head held high, standing with his hands in his hands, and his expression was proud.

I saw that this person was a son of about twenty-three or four-year-old, with a brocade robe and a square scarf, a jade tree in the wind, a graceful demeanor, handsome facial features, and a heroic spirit.

"Huh, Xiaobai, this person looks a little similar to you, could it be some of your relatives?"

The Qingling swordsman standing next to him suddenly whispered to Yue Qiubai.

Yue Qiubai asked, "Is it really very similar?"

"Well, it's very similar. ”

Qingyun Swordsman also said.

Yue Qiubai had no choice but to joke: "Haha, maybe it's one of my distant relatives!"

At this moment, the young man standing in the ring suddenly shouted, "Everyone, please be quiet for a while." "The voice is very loud.

The sound fell, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The young man glanced around, and said loudly: "First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Liu Dongqing, my master is Xiao Cen, an elder of the Tianhe Sect, and the purpose of my standing here today is ......"

After listening to his words, Yue Qiubai finally knew the intention of the Tianhe Sect to hold this conference, it turned out that it was not for anything else, but that Xiao Qianqiu, the leader of the Tianhe Sect, finally realized a set of peerless sword techniques from the Cold Moon Sword after ten years of retreat and cultivation, and he was only recently out of the customs, and in order to verify the strength of his sword skills, he thought that it would be more appropriate to hold such a group of heroes conference, or it would be more appropriate to call it a knife trial conference.

The rules of the knife trial conference are like this, anyone present has the opportunity to enter the arena to challenge Xiao Qianqiu, but considering that there are too many people, it would be too much waste of time if everyone enters the arena to play, so except for the heads of the ten major sects, everyone else will go through a round of assessment first. As for the assessment rules of the first round, it is also very simple, the Tianhe Sect will send a master to the field, and everyone has a chance to enter the challenge, only if they successfully defeat this master, then they can be considered to have completed the promotion, and they can enter the next round, and the final battle, if someone can finally defeat Xiao Qianqiu, then Xiao Qianqiu will give up the Cold Moon Knife and be willing to be a slave for ten years.

Not to mention anything else, the temptation of the Cold Moon Knife was too great, and there was no one who was not moved.

Of course, Yue Qiubai was also eager to try, first, he was very curious, whether it was the Cold Moon Sword that was powerful, or the Flying Star Sword that was powerful? Second, anyway, it was because of the Cold Moon Knife that his parents died, so no matter what, he also wanted to take the Cold Moon Knife in his hand, and then take it to worship his parents to comfort the spirit in the sky.

"Everyone, I, Liu Dongqing, am one of the ten masters, now, does anyone want to come down to teach?" Liu Dongqing's voice spread in the ring at this time.

"I'm coming!"

As soon as Liu Dongqing's voice fell, suddenly, with a whoosh, he saw a person jumping out of the North District, as fast as a cheetah, and soon came to the ring, standing opposite Liu Dongqing, facing each other five steps apart.

"Haha! Your Excellency's light skills are good...... Let's report your name first?" Liu Dongqing glanced at the other party up and down, and then spoke.

It is said that the first person to enter the venue was a man about thirty years old, of medium stature, with a thin face and long hair that had not been washed for a long time, and he looked dusty.

"The prodigal son of the desert has the upper hand!"

The emaciated man also glanced at Liu Dongqing, then smiled faintly and spoke.

"Hmm, it turns out that Your Excellency is the famous prodigal son of the Wind and Desert, I am fortunate to be lucky!" Liu Dongqing arched his hand towards the other party, and said, "I heard that Your Excellency's Mo upper-class wind step is a must in the rivers and lakes, and it is really extraordinary when I see it today......

In other words, in fact, there were many people who wanted to be the first challenger at that time, because the first person to enter the market, regardless of success or failure, is destined to be very famous, which is very tempting for people who regard their reputation as heavier than their lives.

"Haha! So-so, not enough to worry about. Mo Shangfeng smiled faintly and said humbly.

Liu Dongqing also smiled coldly and said, "I heard that Your Excellency's footwork is not only a must, but also a set of cultivation...... What's it called?" After a pause, he said again, "That's right! It is a set of swordsmanship called the Thirteen Swords of the Wind Desert, which is said to be a must in the rivers and lakes, and I have always wanted to understand it, but Your Excellency is as good as its name...... Well, the prodigal son of the desert, the prodigal son of the wind, his whereabouts are erratic, he can't be captured, so he has not been able to do so, today, I can't imagine but meet here, it seems that you and I are also fated people...... Well, without further ado, look at the sword!"

After saying that, Liu Dongqing took the lead in attacking, and with a shake of the sword in his hand, he stabbed straight into the heart of the prodigal son of the wind desert.