This day is the day when the gossip meeting begins.

I saw that early in the morning, the open space surrounded by eight mountain peaks was crowded with figures, shoulder to shoulder, crowds of people, boiling in the sky.

In the center of the clearing, a magnificent Bagua battle platform was built there, circular, with a large Bagua pattern engraved on it, and the area was so large that it was not a problem for more than a thousand people to stand.

The battle platform is made of a gray stone, and it looks extremely sturdy.

The battle platform was surrounded by all kinds of people, including ordinary people, martial artists, and cultivators.

I saw that on the north side of the battle platform, about a hundred meters away, there was a circular wooden platform that was about ten meters higher than the battle platform.

At this moment, there is a table and a chair on the wooden table.

The table is a square Nanmu desk with bamboo sticks stacked on it, which is divided into eight piles, each with words written on it.

The chair is a pear wood chair, with a backrest, but no armrests, at this time, there is a white-bearded old man sitting on it, half a hundred years old, thin figure, Yuezong cultivation, and strong spirits.

Undoubtedly, this white-bearded old man is the host of this "Bagua Huiwu" conference, and he is a respected old man.

In addition, at the foot of each mountain peak, a high platform was also built with bamboo against the mountain, and there were many people standing on it, that is, the personnel of every sword sect, the head, elders, disciples, miscellaneous servants, etc., all dispatched.

As soon as the hour came, I saw that the white-bearded old man opened his mouth to speak, announcing the official start of the gossip meeting.

And as soon as he spoke, the surroundings fell silent.

First of all, the white-bearded old man first made an opening remark, and then explained the rules of the martial arts in a cliché.

The rules of this martial arts meeting are like this, there are a total of eight sword factions in the Bagua Sword Alliance, and each faction sends eight elite disciples to participate in the competition, which is arranged by random drawing.

In the first round, all the players are divided into eight batches, each batch has eight people, and they go to the stage in turn to carry out a big fight, regardless of means, each does his best, and the person who falls off the platform is considered a failure, and the last person standing on the stage is successfully promoted.

After eight games, eight winners will be decided.

Then, in the second round, the eight finalists then engaged in another big scuffle.

The rules are as above, and the last one standing is Wu Kui of this gossip meeting.

Of course, this is not the end, the next link is that this Wu Kui still has to accept a challenge.

If the other seven sword factions are not convinced, they can have a chance to send a first son to challenge, and if they win, they will take their place, and if they lose, there will be nothing to say.

After seven challenges, the last one to stand on the battle platform is the real martial artist who will be able to practice this time, and he will be given countless resources to practice in the days to come.

And Wu Kui's sect, its head will become the leader of this year's alliance, commanding the eight factions and being majestic.

After the rules of the martial arts were finished, the white-bearded old man casually grabbed a pile of bamboo sticks on the table, a total of eight, each with a name written on it, and it was an elite disciple from the eight sword sects.

After that, the white-bearded old man read them one by one, and his voice was very loud.

And every time he pronounced a name, one of them flew and landed on the Bagua Battle Platform.

Soon, the eight elite disciples from the Eight Great Sword Sects all stood on the stage, both men and women, but they were all young people, and they were all powerful and vigorous of the Moon Sect.

These people have known each other for a long time, so there is nothing to talk to, you look at me, I look at you, and they are silent.

"Martial arts begin!"

With the announcement of the white-bearded old man, the eight people on the battle platform entered a big melee.

Bite!

Bite!

Bite!

All of a sudden, the sword light flew, the sword shadow flew, the blood light splashed, and all kinds of tricks were presented one by one, the battle was extremely fierce, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"Ahh

But when he heard a scream, he saw that one person was kicked away and fell directly out of the battle platform.

After about ten minutes, the brawl was coming to an end.

At this time, there were only two people left on the battle platform, one was a young man from the Great Qian Sword Sect, and the other was a girl from the Great Kan Sword Sect.

These two, the man is handsome, and the woman is pretty, but now they are all covered in blood, and they look a little embarrassed.

For the honor of the sect and the reputation of the individual, the two continued to fight with their lives with a long sword in hand.

It took more than a dozen rounds of fighting to decide the winner.

It was the man from the Great Qianjian Sect who won in the end.

And that girl, because she was careless, was cut in the armpit by the opponent's palm, and she was shocked and staggered out and fell directly off the battle platform.

In this way, the first game was over, and the white-bearded old man read out the name of the winner and congratulated him.

Then, the winner stepped off the stage amid a round of applause.

"Alright, the first game is over, let's move on to the second one. ”

Then, the white-bearded old man grabbed a handful of bamboo sticks in front of him and read them one by one.

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

Soon, the eight figures landed on the battle platform.

Next, there was another fierce battle between the dragons and the tigers.

After about another stick of incense, the battle was over. And in this one, the winner was a fierce woman from the Da Gen Sword Sect, named Shen Bing.

......

"Hehe, I didn't expect the strength of this gossip sword alliance to be so strong, and each sword sect has at least eight or more disciples at the level of the Moon Sect, it's really amazing......"

"And holding such a 'Bagua Huiwu' has a very good effect, which can stimulate the self-motivation of every disciple. ”

"Well, what a pity it would be for such a vigorous sect to be destroyed by the Blood God Heavenly Sect......"

"By the way, it's been the sixth game now, why hasn't that fake Chu Yun appeared yet, isn't it arranged for the last game?"

In the crowd on the west side of the battle platform, there was a young man wearing a hat on his head, and he couldn't see his face.

And this one, he is none other than Yue Qiubai.

For such a grand event as "Gossip and Martial Arts", Yue Qiubai naturally did not want to miss it.

Therefore, on this day, he rushed over from Green Wolf Mountain early and occupied a position that was neither good nor bad.

In other words, during this period of time, he has been staying on the top of the Green Wolf Mountain to cultivate the little Wuxiang Technique.

His comprehension is very good and very attentive, so in just two days, he has mastered some of the tricks of Xiao Wuxiang, and he can change his face freely.

However, the heat is not enough, and it is not possible to change the size and age of the body at will.

Fortunately, he is the same age as Chu Yun, and his figure is not much different.

Therefore, as long as he changes his facial features a little, he can fool around.

(End of chapter)