The next morning, after breakfast, Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang were invited to the lobby of the villa by the village manager.
It is said to be a lobby, but it is actually a rather spacious martial arts arena, but it is covered by a ceiling, creating the illusion that it is indoors.
The hospitality of Zhujian Villa is quite good.
Not only were seats arranged for each swordsman on both sides of the lobby, but they even took care of the identities of the two women, Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang, and prepared a separate compartment for them.
After yesterday's three-pass test, out of the mighty 100,000 people, only a hundred or so people remained.
Qiao Xiaoqiao couldn't help but feel a little strange. Although the first two levels were indeed difficult, they should not have eliminated 99.9% of the people. It seemed that the real strict one was the owner of the third level.
Jian Jiu Ming.
After all the swordsmen were in place, Jian Jiuming slowly walked to the main seat of the martial arts arena with a group of invited guests.
Qiao Xiaoqiao glanced at this group of people, and sure enough she saw a familiar face among them. The man walking side by side with the village owner Jian Jiu Ming and Zhou Mu Tie Qingfeng was Wu Jiu, the coachman she sent out. At this time, he was the imperial envoy.
I came here to watch the sword show.
As usual, a kendo elder from Qingjian Prefecture was invited to start his speech as a representative. The content was nothing more than tracing the past and present and praising kendo.
"It turns out that the world of cultivating immortals also has this kind of boring pre-meeting speech."
Qiao Xiaoqiao couldn't help complaining, "I'm annoyed by this the most. It's really useless and a waste of time."
Gu Hanshuang asked with a smile: "Don't you have meetings when you run the company?"
"Yes, but we must make quick decisions. Our speeches must be concise and to the point, and there must be no falsehoods."
Qiao Xiaoqiao couldn't help but sigh and said: "Time is money, how can I waste time on such nonsense without any nutrition."
Gu Hanshuang deeply believed that as an immortal cultivator, she basically did not need to attend any meetings. However, one of the reasons why the catastrophe more than a hundred years ago caused heavy damage was that some casual cultivators insisted on meeting to decide everything, resulting in a missed counterattack.
and the best time to save yourself.
"The person speaking is the ancestor of Mujian, one of the three elders of Qingjian Prefecture. Can you please show some respect? If you make any more half-truths, ask the sword in my hand if you agree."
Someone nearby yelled and cursed dissatisfiedly at Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang.
Qiao Xiaoqiao said calmly: "The two of us were just discussing quietly in private.
You just eavesdropped on what others were saying, but you still yelled so loudly, who on earth disrespected the elders?"
The man noticed that many people around him turned to look at him, his face turned red and he said nothing.
Fortunately, the old man didn't pay attention to this, he just finished the words and then shouted: "Next, the owner of the Sword Villa will say a few words."
After Jian Jiu Ming said a few words, Tie Qingfeng, who was the state shepherd, naturally had to say a few words, and finally it was the turn of the imperial envoy Wu Jiu.
Wu Jiu was appointed as the imperial envoy by Qiao Xiaoqiao, so naturally he was too lazy to talk nonsense: "I have nothing to say, let's just get started."
"Since the Imperial Envoy is so humble, I won't waste any time."
Jian Jiuming chuckled twice, and then gave the tall butler a look to indicate that it was time to start.
"Excalibur please!"
After receiving the owner's instructions, the tall butler immediately started to drink loudly.
These three words really aroused the emotions of everyone present. Then why did hundreds of swordsmen come to participate in the sword trial meeting? Isn't it just to get this peerless sword?
The other guests attending the meeting naturally came to see the glory of the divine sword. How could they not be excited?
"Click!"
After several crisp sounds, the ground of the martial arts arena slowly cracked open on both sides, and what was first exposed was a vigorous splash of bright fire. Several swordsmen were inadvertently burned to the point of screaming.
Then there is a stove, and dozens of excellent sword embryos inserted into the outer edge of the stove.
These sword embryos were naturally discarded in the process of forging the Divine Sword, but their quality was still better than that of ordinary weapons. If they were taken back and modified, they would still be a good sword.
Most people know that there is no hope of winning the sword title, and these sword embryos are one of the prizes they compete for.
In the furnace, the flames rolled and boiled, and a surging fire instantly filled the entire martial arts arena.
Fortunately, the people present at the meeting were all highly cultivated. If ordinary people were tainted by this kind of fire, they would probably be burned to ashes.
"Is this the sword refining furnace?"
Qiao Xiaoqiao looked at the boiling fire and murmured to himself: "It is indeed very hot, but it is not enough."
Gu Hanshuang knew Qiao Xiaoqiao's calculations and naturally understood what she meant.
But before she could say anything, there was a burst of exclamation from nearby. The volume and excitement were no less than those of girls watching idol concerts on Earth.
"Come out, come out!"
"Such fire, such brilliance, so..." "It's a divine sword, it is indeed a divine sword!"
"..." Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang turned their attention to the sword refining furnace again, and sure enough they saw a sword hilt, accompanied by bursts of boiling flames, slowly rising from it.
However, the divine sword only exposed about three inches of its blade before stopping.
"What's going on? Are you stuck?"
"Why don't you show all the divine swords?"
"We want to see Excalibur!"
"..." The swordsmen suddenly felt unhappy and shouted at the leader. The crowd was furious.
"Silence!"
The tall butler glanced over and shouted loudly: "In the important place of the Sword Hall, whoever dares to make any noise again will be kicked out immediately! The clans and sects to which they belong will never be allowed to participate in the Sword Club!"
There was an immediate silence in the lobby. The dissatisfied swordsmen had no choice but to endure the vulgar words they wanted to blurt out, but their expressions were still unsatisfied, and there was a vague look of a storm coming.
"The divine sword hasn't been opened yet, so it's naturally inconvenient to reveal it all."
The owner of the village, Jian Jiu Ming, saw that the situation was not good, so he started to explain, "Today, we will select eight swordsman heroes. When the sword leader is determined tomorrow, the sword leader will personally open the sword, and everyone will naturally be able to see it at that time."
Excalibur style."
Hearing what Jian Jiuming said, the swordsmen present felt a little at ease and their anger gradually subsided.
At this time, Jian Jiuming raised his hand and summoned a transparent barrier to cover the sword refining furnace to serve as a sword competition arena.
"Before the sword meeting begins, let me explain the rules of today's sword meeting."
Seeing that everyone had become quiet, the tall butler stopped talking and said directly: "First, the sword competition can reveal life and death. The contract has been sent to you. Those who are afraid of death can not sign it, and it will be regarded as withdrawal; second, the sword competition
There will be no specific schedule. Anyone can go on stage at any time. As long as they win more than three games, they can go aside and wait for a while. Of course, those who lose can continue to play until they win three games; thirdly, they can leave the stage and directly challenge others by name.
, the person named cannot refuse, but the loser of the named challenge will be eliminated directly.
Fourth, the competition continues until eight swordsmen are selected.
Fifth, the competition can only use swords, but it is not limited to sword weapons, sword techniques, or sword energy."
Qiao Xiaoqiao is a little speechless about this competition system. It seems that there are no rules, but in fact there are many restrictions and there are many hidden tricks. Since life and death are visible, during the competition, he will definitely use his killer move to reduce the number of competitors in the later stage.
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While the tall butler was talking, a villager actually sent a life-and-death contract to each swordsman, and most of them signed it without even looking at it.
Qiao Xiaoqiao read it word for word seriously. She never dared to be careless about things like contracts.
Just when Qiao Xiaoqiao was still reading the contract, someone had already jumped onto the ring and shouted: "He Yunfei from the White Crane Sword Sect is here to see the brilliant moves of my colleagues!"
Since there are people clamoring, there will naturally be people who respond, and there are more than one.
"I, Iron Sword Sect Zheng Yishan, come to meet you for a while!"
"I'll try Jianfang's Golden Rush to open your eyes!"
"Excuse me..." "..." At the beginning, the real masters were still watching from the seats, while most of the people on the stage were just cannon fodder.
As expected, Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang watched a few rounds and suddenly felt that this level of sword fighting was boring.
However, the situation in the ring really fulfilled Qiao Xiaoqiao's expectation before the game. Almost all the people competing in the sword competition had no intention of finishing. In order to clear away the opponents as much as possible for themselves or their fellow disciples, they came up to kill as many as possible.
After all their moves, several swordsmen were already dead on the ring.
More than two hours later, only thirty of the more than a hundred swordsmen were left. A small half were dead, a small half were injured, and a small half pretended to be half dead. They were all carried on stretchers by a few shady Zhuang Ding.
Lifted it down.
These thirty or so people should be the real masters of this sword guild, and it’s time to see the true story next.
Especially the four popular candidates to win the Sword Champion, now everyone is paying attention, and everyone is waiting for them to take action.
At this moment, a figure suddenly landed on the ring, looked at everyone coldly, and said loudly: "Since you are so cowed, let me accept your challenge."
This person was Tie Ziyang, the son of Zhou Mu, who was born in the Iron Sword Sect. At this time, he was full of high spirits and looked down on the audience, which was really awe-inspiring.
It's just that his majesty annoyed the other three popular candidates. They are all at the same level. Why do you pretend to be so cool?
The Prince of Fire Cloud Kingdom, Yun Qi Lie, said coldly: "Tie Ziyang, if you were not the son of Zhou Mu, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to pass the three levels, and you would still be boasting nonsense here."
"Master Iron Sword, you are too self-righteous."
Xiao Tingyu was quite dissatisfied, but he had no intention of taking action.
"If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you will bring disgrace on yourself!"
The speaker was a two-meter-tall man, Ji Lingshen who wielded the epee in Qingtian Sword Field.
Tie Ziyang ignored their cynicism and suddenly raised his finger in one direction: "Before I kill you, I have something that must be resolved first.
Yesterday, two people insulted the way of kendo in front of me. It was the greatest shame of my life.
Today, I will definitely kill them to correct my swordsmanship."
Everyone looked in the direction Tie Ziyang pointed and saw Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang, and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Tie Ziyang, you are still a man, but you want to bully two weak women."
Xiao Tingyu couldn't help but sneer, "It seems that you are not a member of my generation, you are just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong."
Tie Ziyang was too lazy to explain. He just looked at Qiao Xiaoqiao and Gu Hanshuang coldly and shouted: "You women shouldn't have gotten involved in the sword trial meeting, but you dare to insult the swordsmanship. It's just ridiculous."
Seeking death.
However, I am not unreasonable at all. As long as you apologize to me and repent to Kendo, I will spare your life!"
Gu Hanshuang tiptoed, jumped onto the ring, raised her hand to summon the long sword from the sheath, and said calmly: "Stop chatting, let's do it."