Nie Xingxie went out of the arena alone and took the challenge from a bald old man. At the same time, he told him to seize the "Dragon-Walking Sword" and redirected the martial arts competition to the right path of treasure hunting competition.

As long as Nie Xingxie remains undefeated, no one can bypass him and challenge Ye Qingxuan and others.

In the wing room, Ye Qingxuan and others watched Duan Sanshi use needles to treat Ruhua and Guangjie.

At this time, Guangjie's whole body was covered with silver needles, and steam was squirming from the needle hole. Guangjie's condition was much worse. Because of severe dehydration, he lost a lot of weight. His skin wrinkles were like he was about to die. If it weren't for the heat and redness in his body, he would be more like a mummy sitting in front of him.

Ruhua, who was the first to receive treatment, was holding the "cold dragon pearl" in her mouth. The cold air emitted from the beads dispelled heat poison. Crimson smoke kept coming out along the pinhole. The heat in her body had decreased by at least 40%. Her face was just a little rosy, not like the soldering iron.

Except for Duan Sanshi who was tightly wrapped around the scene, the rest of the people hid for more than a meter away, and did not dare to let the red smoke contaminate the slightest. The "Red Blood Red Lotus" was not a vegetarian.

Half of the Jiedu Pill was melted into the "Bingxin Marrow Cleansing Paste" by Duan Sanshi, and then supplemented with iceberg snow lotus and some other spiritual medicines, and made into medicine juice and poured it on Ruhua. In an instant, Ruhua's red smoke came out along the needle's eyes was more than ten times stronger. Ruhua's body was also sweating profusely, and even the sweat was stained with a blood-red color, which looked extremely creepy.

However, everyone knew that the heat poison in Ruhua's body was being cleared and her body temperature was returning to normal. The extreme poison of "Red Blood Red Lotus" could no longer threaten Ruhua's life.

The monks at Dalu Temple were very happy to see it. Ruhua was fine, which means that his uncle Guangjie was fine too...

Everyone surrounded this place. Not far away, Xu Lingkong and Xiahou Qingfeng were having a good chat, and Situ Lingwei from the Situ family also brought Situ Yilan to greet him. Yun Zhu and Gui Bisheng served the others.

As for the Kunwu Sect, there were other remaining veins, Xu Lingkong was so excited that he was confused. He kept clapping his hands and laughing, asking around endlessly. He heard Xiahou Qingfeng mentioned the image of the mute master and the sword technique he used, Xu Lingkong immediately guessed that his identity was Ling Yuanzi, the "Ruijin Sword" of Yuan Daochun, one of Kunwu's five great swords, that year.

When Xiahou Qingfeng mentioned that Ling Yuanzi's last wish was to move his bones and bury Kunwu Mountain. Xu Lingkong couldn't help but sigh, with a sad look in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Junior Brother Lingyuan is an orphan. He grew up in Kunwu Temple. Kunwu Mountain is his home. No wonder he still wants to return to his roots after his death..."

Then he showed a nostalgic expression, Xu Lingkong said slowly: "The Kunwu Sect was so powerful that it was born in the sky. The five great swords were powerful in the martial arts world. The "Ruin Jin Sword" Yuan Daochun, the "Qingmu Sword" Feng Daorong, the "Red Yan Sword" Jiang Daofan, the "Frozen Sword" Shi Daofang and the "Chensha Sword" Tang Daoan. Which one is not a person who is admired by the mountains... Alas, it's a pity. It's a pity. In a battle a hundred years ago, he was actually in a plot. Under the poison of the "Peacock Feather Blue", all the masters of the sect were destroyed, resulting in the lack of even a foreign aid when Kunwu Mountain was besieged. After half a month of fighting, Kunwu Mountain was blood flowing into a river and corpses were everywhere. Nearly 10,000 disciples in this view, and tens of thousands of relatives were slaughtered... Such a deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood must be avenged!"

After saying this, several Kunwu disciples nodded frequently, and their hatred was overwhelming.

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Nie Xingxie stood on the ring and lost several challengers in a row. It took several hours. In a flash, it was getting late and the moon was hanging high.

The people who came to the stage to challenge have also changed from famous martial arts celebrities to young and vigorous young heroes.

These young people came for the name of "Sword Pin Club", in order not only to seize magical weapons, but also to promote their power in front of all the heroes in the world.

For some martial arts celebrities, Nie Xingxie's sword technique cannot fully demonstrate its power, because his [Liuyun Piercing the Heart Sword Technique] is a dark sword, an assassination sword. The attack power that erupts in a short time is both secret and amazing. However, as a killer, the successful assassination starts with an ambush, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow, but at this moment it is a competition in full view of everyone, and the hidden and stalking skills are useless.

Faced with those martial arts celebrities with rich experience, Nie Xingxie had no obvious advantage and could only rely on the sword technique to win in a dignified way, so the battle was not easy.

At this time, Cao Sheng and others lost their power and morale due to the Fengyun Alliance. They were sorting out opinions from all parties internally. It can be said that the offensive against Ye Qingxuan and others came to an end for the time being, so Nie Xingxie's opponent began to become younger and younger, and his purpose became clearer.

If the previous competition was against Ye Qingxuan, the competition at this time was entirely a competition for fame and sword.

Nie Xingxie's battles were getting lighter and lighter, but his winning speed was getting faster and faster. He only won several masters in a few hours, but at this moment, in just one hour, he actually lost 18 young heroes under the age of forty.

The battle scenes are good, and the heroes watching the excitement around were also excited, but they lacked the crazy cheers and almost desperate momentum of the previous competition.

At this time, an unexpected guest came in the wing room where the four great monks of Dachan Temple were located.

The three great monks except Miaoxiu entered into meditation and sat around the room. "Martial Prime Minister" Zheng Zhantang sat alone at the Eight Immortals table with a calm expression, holding a letter in his hand, and reading it carefully.

Beside him, a young man dressed in Confucian scholar stood upright with his hands down. The young man looked beautiful and had a graceful atmosphere of a scholar. Especially the smile often contained at the corners of his mouth, which made people feel very likely to feel good.

Zheng Zhantang read Bi Shuxin and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, without saying a word for half a day. Finally, he still folded the letter and put it in his arms. He asked the young scholar, "Jinyan, are you in good health?"

The young scholar saluted respectfully and said: "Drag the teacher's blessing, the teacher is healthy..."

Zheng Zhantang smiled and said, "Haha, if you really want to give me a blessing, then you will probably be angry to death..." Then he asked, "Nephew Jinyan, since Brother Jingliu sent you down the mountain, I think your martial arts must have been great success, right? I heard that you performed well among the twenty elite masters trained by the 'Twelve Elderly Club', and I wonder which level of [Haoran Zhengqi] has been practicing?"

"If you say that Master Uncle, you have reached the eighth level..." The "Jinyan" nephew replied.

Zheng Zhantang nodded and murmured: "The eighth heaven, yes, it should be fine..." Then he looked up at the other party, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Jinyan, the 34th generation disciple of the Confucian Academy, knelt down and obeyed!"

The disciple named Chen Jinyan was stunned. Seeing Zheng Zhantang looking at him with a serious look on his face, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Disciple Chen Jinyan is here!"

Zheng Zhantang said slowly: "I will write a letter to Yan Jingliu, the 33rd generation leader of the Confucian Academy: Today I will teach you the [Great Aura Demonic Art]. This [Great Aura Demonic Art] was created by Feng Dingshan, a 29th generation disciple of my sect. I have been perfected by myself and finally practiced it not long ago. I will teach you today. I will bring this technique back to the sect and carry it forward. In the future, I will kill demons and eliminate demons to correct my magical aura."

Chen Jinyan looked excited and kowtowed the leader to take the order.

The three great monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, and monk Daocheng bowed and said, "Master Zheng has improved the magical power to destroy demons and has made great contributions to the world, and the magical power to eliminate demons in the world will add another magical power to eliminate demons!"

Seeing the thinned face, God rarely smiled and said, "Amitabha, I congratulate Mr. Chen on obtaining this magical skill!"

Chen Jinyan's face was radiant and showed an indescribable joy.

The two great magic-destroying techniques in the world will become three sects in the future, and Chen Jinyan will be a master who will become famous by him.

Zheng Zhantang stroked his beard and smiled, but his heart was as stormy as waves.

Although the creator of [Haoqi Demonic Art] made an indelible contribution, the success of this technique depends entirely on himself. With his familiarity with the magic sect and Confucian techniques, Zheng Zhantang had a better chance to improve this [Haoqi Demonic Art] than his previous generations. Although his original idea was to hide his identity and let himself hide deeper, on the day of success, this technique was mixed for Zheng Zhantang.

The perfection of [Haoqi Demonic Art] is of great fame, but if this technique is spread, it will openly go against the Demon Sect, and your life will be extremely dangerous in an instant. The reaction of the Demon Sect is still unknown, but it will definitely not be so peaceful.

only……

Zheng Zhantang stroked the letter on his chest. Unexpectedly, Yan Jingliu had already seen something wrong with him when he helped him seal the magic skills many years ago. But he was still willing to believe in himself, gave himself a chance, and gave himself a chance to be a new person and wash his hair and face. As long as he really made a cut with the magic sect, he would be willing to keep himself safe and teach in the Scholar College for the rest of his life. But if he did more unrighteous things, he would personally abolish his martial arts and take him back to the Scholar College for his entire life, and apologize to the heroes of the world.

Zheng Zhantang sighed and said to himself: He is a senior brother with a kind heart. In the end, he promised to leave a way out for himself and could not bear to kill him. I am afraid that he will never pay off this kindness in his life...

Returning [Haoqi Demonic Art] to the Rulin Academy is also an unworthy disciple to the master and give an explanation to his elder brother.

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When Chen Jinyan, a master from the Scholar Academy, was carefully studying the newly established [Haoqi Demonic Art], another young man from the Scholar Academy knocked on the door of the wing where Ye Qingxuan was located while coughing constantly.

"Ahem... Brother Ye can you be here? Qi Rulin Academy is looking for a meeting!"

The door opened with a creaking sound, revealing Ye Qingxuan's unexpected face, "Brother Qi, long time no see, that gust of wind blows you?"
Chapter completed!