On Tianmu Mountain, the sword competition at this time has entered the final stage, and the two most outstanding masters among the younger generation are taking the final competition on the top of the mountain.

Ang Lee and Wu Yan have their own sword skills. They have been competing for three days and three nights, and there is no difference between the winners and the loss. Their sword energy is everywhere. If there weren't a few masters in charge, Tianmu Mountain would have been destroyed in the competition between them.

"Changchunzi, these two people have been fighting for so long and are of equal strength. I think they can't decide the winner even if they play for three days and three nights. What about it? Why not stop by a draw?" A middle-aged man sitting next to Changchunzi looked at Changchunzi. His proposal was impossible. If this situation continues, it is meaningless. It is better to end it earlier.

Changchunzi pondered slightly, and he looked at the other three and said, "I have no objection, I just don't know if the three have any objections."

"What can we have? You Shushan has an amazing disciple. In this competition, according to the rules, you Shushan won the first place. But how do you calculate the other one? Since it is a draw, then both of them are tied for the first place. In this way, it will be difficult to divide the resources." An old man in his fifties looked at Changchunzi with a smile on his face. When he said this, everyone else looked at Changchunzi.

The swordsmanship conference itself is to decide the resource allocation within a hundred years. If you Shushan win the first place, there is no other sect. However, it is not only the one who won the first place, but there is another person who also won the first place. In this way, half of the resources that should have been due to Shushan must be allocated.

"This doesn't require any colleagues to worry about this. This person is just a person from the outside world. The sword competition allocates resources from our Tianmu Prefecture. This person is just a person from the outside world. Even if he wins the first place, he is not qualified to allocate resources to our Shushan." Changchunzi said indifferently.

"Hehe, Brother Changchunzi said it right. However, if this young man can win the first place, we have to give him some rewards. Brother Changchunzi, since you have won the first place in Shushan and are the top sect in Tianmu Prefecture, with a big family and a big business, I don't know how richer it is than us. This reward is the responsibility of Brother Changchunzi. Dear brothers, what do you think of this proposal?" someone said in a strange tone.

Hearing someone's suggestion, the other three people immediately nodded in agreement.

"No, Fellow Daoist Changchunzi, since you won the first place this time, and the resource allocation within a hundred years will take up a large amount. If you Fellow Daoist Hao has just won the first place, I agree with the suggestion of Fellow Daoist Hao."

"Yes, Shushan is the richest sect in our Tianmu Prefecture. It is also appropriate to take out something to reward them. I think this reward should not be just the first place in the reward, but the top 50 people can be rewarded. After all, these people are the pillars of our Tianmu Prefecture's future."

"Hmph. These old guys." After hearing these people's words, Changchunzi snorted coldly. These people didn't want to use the resources in the sect to reward them, but instead wanted to get some benefits from them.

"Since all my colleagues have spoken, if I refuse, we Shushan will look stingy. Well, the top 50 rewards will be from Shushan this time." Although Changchunzi felt a little heartbroken, he agreed very happily. After all, they Shushan had two geniuses, especially his fifth disciple, which made him even more ecstatic.

"If this happens, then thank you Brother Changchunzi. Haha......" The few people laughed together.

"I think you'd better separate them first." Changchunzi glanced at them coldly, then looked at Ang Lee and Wu Yan who were fighting fiercely in the sky. They didn't know what medicine they had taken, and they fought with all their strength. It seemed that there was some hatred between the two sides.

"Changchunzi, I think something is wrong with them. Even in the competition, there is no need to work so hard." Someone saw that something was wrong between the two and reminded him.

"Yes, do they have a deep hatred? You don't have to be so ruthless when you make a move."

Changchunzi also saw that something seemed wrong, but he couldn't understand why these two men fought so hard.

"Stop." He shouted, his figure swayed, and flew towards the two of them, trying to stop them from continuing to fight.

But Ang Lee and Wu Yan didn't even look at him, and continued the battle between them.

Changchunzi penetrated between the two, shook her sleeves and knocked them away.

But although Ang Lee and Wu Yan were separated, they still looked at each other with a glaring look between their eyes, and their strong fighting spirit was rising in their hearts.

"You two listen to me. You two have been fighting for three days, but they still have not been able to decide the winner. After discussions by our older generation, we have determined that you two have a draw. This swordsmanship conference ends here."

"Master, I don't agree that it's a draw. There must be a victory or defeat between me and him." Ang Lee looked at Wu Yan, with a strange light in his eyes.

"I also disagree with the draw. In the competition between us, we must decide the winner." Wu Yan also said firmly.

When Changchunzi heard the words of the two, he frowned, which made him a little confused. It seemed that the two of them had just met, but why did they have to fight to the death for a victory or defeat?

Changchunzi doesn't want his disciple to be hurt. The two are in the same position, and it will be difficult to decide the outcome. If they really get to that point, they will be both sides injured, which is something Changchunzi doesn't want to see.

"Bastard. You two want to decide the winner and lose. There are opportunities in the future. This is Tianmu Mountain, and the sword competition is over. You two have to decide the winner and lose. When will you fight? This competition is done, let me go back." Changchunzi glared at Ang Lee, which made him feel angry. His disciple is the most calm, why is he so uneasy at this time?

As for Wu Yan, he was not from Tianmuzhou, so he was even more polite to him. He even had a murderous intention in his heart. The existence of this person poses too great a threat to Ang Lee. Maybe it will endanger Shushan in the future and need to be eradicated as soon as possible.

Ang Lee and Wu Yan stared at each other for a while before they retreated unwillingly.

Changchunzi then breathed a sigh of relief. This swordsmanship conference was over.

Just as he was about to announce the end, there was a sudden sound of someone clapping his hands.

"Pa,pa,pa. It's wonderful, it's really wonderful. I didn't expect that I could see such a wonderful scene at this last moment."

A burly young man walked out of the crowd. This young man was very majestic, which gave people a feeling of evil intentions.

"Who are you?" Changchunzi frowned and looked at the young man. He felt that the young man's aura was not weak and he had entered the realm of True Immortals. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked. When were there so many younger generations of masters? His eldest and fifth disciples could break through to the realm of True Immortals at a young age, but there was a huge opportunity. But now, Wu Yan came out and another strange young man came.

"Brother Gongsun, you are finally here. I thought you were not here." Wu Yan saw this young man, and he flew towards Gongsun Xuan.

When Ang Lee saw Gongsun Xuan, his face changed drastically, his brows raised, revealing a cold murderous intent, "Blood Demon Lord, do you actually have the courage to come to Tianmu Mountain?"

When the Blood Demon Lord saw Wu Yan and Li An, he felt a shock in his heart. It took only how long before these two people had reached the realm of a true immortal.

"Dad, it's him, it's him. He's that devil." A girl shouted in the crowd. This girl was Xu Ling'er.

Changchunzi heard his daughter's cry and turned to look at the Blood Demon Lord with a strange look in his eyes, "Good boy, he is very brave, and he actually ran here to die."

"Hehe, there is nothing in this world that can make me afraid. If you think that you can make me afraid just by yourself, that's a big joke." The Blood Demon Lord said disdainfully.

There were countless righteous monks on the entire Tianmu Mountain. When these people saw a young man suddenly appeared. When they were confused about his identity, they found that this man had actually competed with Shushan. They all became interested. However, when they heard that Ang Lee also called the young man the Blood Demon Lord, they all became even more confused.

"Everyone, this person is a person in the Demonic Realm. He is extremely powerful in his magical skills, so be careful." Ang Lee shouted to everyone. He also had doubts in his heart. Although this Blood Demon Lord is powerful, he is just a person in the realm of the Earth Immortal. He dared to come here and showed up without fear.

"Blood Evil Demon Lord? Who is this person? I haven't heard of this person in the Demonic Dao." For a moment, some monks on Tianmu Mountain were talking about it. In their opinion, wasn't it just a demonic Dao monk? What's so surprising? There are tens of thousands of righteous monks here, and among them are strong people in the realm of the True Immortals. Is it necessary to be afraid of a demonic monk?

"Hey. Brother Gongsun, when did you become a demon cultivator?" Wu Yan showed doubts when he heard Ang Lee's cry.

"What, brother Wu Yan is afraid of me as a demon cultivator?" The Blood Demon Lord raised the corner of his mouth. When he looked at Wu Yan, his heart was turning quickly. He always felt that Wu Yan was different from thirteen days ago.

"Hey, what are Brother Gongsun saying? What are the devil's and not the devil's way? As long as it is for my appetite, what about the devil's monks? Humph, I have seen many righteous monks who act more powerfully than demon's figures under the guise of righteousness." Wu Yan glanced coldly at the people on Tianmu Mountain.

"This sword competition is a grand event for our righteous monks, and it is not something you demonic figures can come. Since you are here, don't leave today." A cold light flashed in Changchunzi's eyes.

"Hehe, do you think I am so scary? Pa, pa, pa." The Blood Demon Lord stretched out his palm and patted it lightly three times.

Brush, brush, brush, more than twenty figures came from afar.
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