On the competition stage, every call is answered by a hundred responses! (3)
At this time, if anyone from the eight major factions raises objections again, it means that they do not dare to accept the challenge from the Jianghu people. If that is the case, what face do they have to gain a foothold in the Jianghu world?
"The Ouyang family has no objection!" Ouyang Yi, a member of the Ouyang family, was the first to agree.
Hearing his voice, Yun Chu turned his head and glanced in the direction of Ouyang Yi. How could this man, who had always been so secretive, agree with her opinion so quickly?
"Okay!" Lin Jiamu raised his right hand, "I, the Lin family swordsman, have no objections!"
"The Nanhai Sect has no objections!" The leader of the Nanhai Sect also spoke up.
"The Beggar Clan has no objection!" Xu Changqing, the nine-bag elder of the Beggar Clan, also spoke.
Half of the eight major sects expressed their opinions, and only three of them, Taishan Beidou, Wudang Shaolin and Emei, remained silent.
Yun Chu turned his head and looked at Mu Qingnian, "Miss Mu, what do the Emei sect say?"
Mu Qingnian smelled some provocation in her tone, and immediately said, "Master is not here at the moment, and four of the eight major sects have already expressed their approval, so naturally I, Emei, will not ask back."
Yan Zili, the great disciple of Wudang who was sitting in the middle, stood up and said, "I, Wudang Mountain, have always been aloof from the world. Since none of the major sects have objections, our Wudang sect has no objections. However, when it comes to competition with force, I
Wudang Mountain will not participate!”
"In that case!" Master Huaihai, who was standing in the middle of the high platform, took over, "This year's martial arts competition will follow these new rules. However, Dabei Temple is a place of Buddhism. I just hope that everyone can point to the top and distinguish the top from the bottom.
But don’t let this stand be stained with blood!”
After raising his palms and saluting everyone, and chanting the Buddha's name, Master Huaihai turned around, walked back to the stand, and sat back down in his seat.
Here, Master Huaihai has just returned to his position, and Lin Luanxiu has jumped out again and landed in the middle of the high platform.
After the panic just now, she had already carefully inspected her clothes and easily found a brand new knife mark on her belt.
As she recalled it, it was not difficult for her to think that Yunchu must have quietly done something when he threw her to the ground just now.
This damn girl, who had won the Yulong Sword from her Lin Family Sword Pavilion before, had just made her look like this. How could she bear this hatred?
Pulling out the sword with a clang, the bright sword pointed directly at Yun Chu. Lin Luanxiu gritted her teeth and said, "Yun Chu, are you willing to accept my challenge?!"
"I'm not a man, and I have no interest in watching Sister Lin take off her clothes!" Yun Chu smiled faintly, "However, I think there should be many heroes in the audience who want to challenge the swordsmanship of the Lin Family Sword Pavilion!"
"I'm coming!" someone shouted from the audience.
The green shadow flashed, and a man in his thirties had landed on the stage not far from Lin Luanxiu. He cupped his fists and said, "Jindaomenmen, next week Hanyi will ask Miss Lin for some advice, Miss Lin, please!"
Naturally, not everyone can win the title of martial arts leader, but it is not impossible to jump up to a high platform, show off your talents, and become famous.
Who is willing to let go of such an opportunity?
Lin Luanxiu took a look at the person coming, held the sword across his body, said "be careful", and the person flew up, the sword in his hand turned into a dazzling sword light.
Now that he has the name of Plain Sword Fairy, Lin Luanxiu naturally has some abilities.
Only the sound of swords clashing could be heard, and the swords of the two men had struck each other.
As the figures crisscrossed each other, more than a dozen moves had passed. Lin Luanxiu saw an opportunity, and the long sword was sharply tilted. The tip of the sword brushed against Zhou Hanyi's blade, and it touched his neck like a spiritual snake.