Chapter 51: Are you worthy of me drawing my sword?
At this time, most of the arenas had already started fighting.
The power is vertical and horizontal, extremely intense.
Under almost every arena, there are hundreds or even thousands of people watching.
Lingyun Sect was almost empty, and all the disciples were here to watch the selection competition of the sect!
The Lingyun Sect's sect competition is also known as the battle for hegemony among the top ten disciples!
The ten most powerful disciples will be determined.
In the past, the sect would give extremely generous rewards.
This year's rewards are even more precious. If you become a top ten disciple, you will get an opportunity!
An opportunity to enter a powerful force!
For the sect competition, only masters at level 5 or above of the Body Tempering Realm can register.
A total of one hundred and six people participated.
The competition system is: one hundred and six will advance to eighty, eighty will advance to forty, and forty will advance to twenty!
Everyone who can enter the top twenty will go through three battles!
At this time, the easternmost arena is different from other places.
There are many people watching here, hundreds of them.
Many of them inside were wearing black clothes, with a curved silver moon embroidered on their left sleeves.
He is from Yinyuetang.
The aura was huge, and there was a large area standing there, with a murderous aura.
Many other disciples have fled in other directions.
On the stage, there was a person standing.
It is Fan Zhengqing.
Among the crowd in the audience, there was a middle-aged man who was surrounded by many powerful people from Silver Moon Hall.
Calm and powerful, with a sense of sophistication and fierceness.
Yan Hao, the master of Silver Moon Hall!
The referee on the ring looked up at Tianshi and said calmly: "There is still a quarter of an hour before the competition time."
"If Ye Xinghe doesn't come within a quarter of an hour, he will voluntarily admit defeat and lose the qualification to compete."
According to the rules of Lingyun Sect, if a disciple is late for work, he can wait for half an hour.
But the referee directly declared that if Ye Xinghe was late, he would be awarded a loss.
Many people watching in the audience were dissatisfied after hearing this, but no one dared to express their opinions.
A tall, thin man with a horse face next to Yan Hao shouted impatiently: "Then why hasn't Ye Xinghe come yet? Isn't it because he is too timid to come?"
Someone next to him laughed and said: "Fan Zhengqing has become a famous master. It is normal for Ye Xinghe not to dare to fight with him."
They all laughed at him, feeling that Ye Xinghe did not dare to come.
The three people next to Yan Hao were the loudest and shouted the loudest.
His words were full of disdain.
They are all senior disciples, but they have never become famous and are full of jealousy of Ye Xinghe.
At this moment, a faint voice came.
"Who said I, Ye Xinghe, dare not come?"
It's dull, but it seems to be ringing in everyone's ears.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat,
A figure walked slowly over, dressed in a green shirt, looking upright and unrestrained.
The body is thin, but extremely tall and straight.
Ye Xinghe!
arrival!
The arrival of Ye Xinghe caused a brief silence in the scene.
Ah slowly climbed up the stairs and stood face to face with Fan Zhengqing, three feet apart!
Ye Xinghe's expression was indifferent, and his eyes slowly scanned the people in the Silver Moon Hall below.
"These people from Yinyuetang are here too? Are they taking revenge for Han Honghua and the others?"
Everyone in Silver Moon Hall looked at him, either taunting or provoking loudly, and some even had murderous looks on their faces.
Ye Xinghe shook his head and ignored it.
He looked at Fan Zhengqing opposite him: "Sure enough, someone made trouble and arranged Fan Zhengqing and I to be in the same ring."
Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen?
Ye Xinghe looked into the distance with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
"Ouyang Hongtu, I guess this is what you want to see, right?"
"Want to test the quality of my Ye Xinghe? Want to see my strength?"
"That's fine!"
Ye Xinghe let out a breath of turbid air.
Facing the bright morning sun rising in the east, facing the biting cold wind in late autumn, and facing the desolation of all things, his heart was full of vitality and extremely hot!
"The journey of slap in the face starts today!"
Fan Zhengqing stared at Ye Xinghe.
"Did my brother die by your sword that day?"
"Draw your sword! Let me see how powerful your swordsmanship is!"
Ye Xinghe looked at him and uttered six words: "Are you worthy of me drawing my sword?"
Fan Zhengqing's face instantly turned livid, extremely ugly.
Below, everyone in the Silver Moon Hall erupted into a burst of curses and shouts.
"Ye Xinghe is really arrogant!"
"Fan Zhengqing, a master of the seventh level of the body tempering realm, is not worthy of you to draw your sword? Who do you think you are?"
"When Fan Zhengqing defeats you later and steps on your face, I hope you can say the same thing!"
The few people from Yin Yue Hall next to Yan Hao were shouting the loudest!
Ye Xinghe's eyes slowly swept over the group of them, showing a look of indifference.
He remembered the appearance of these people.
At this point, the time has come!
The referee shouted coldly: "Dabi, let's begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear clang sound, and the long sword in Fan Zhengqing's hand was unsheathed!
The sword is four feet long, wide and thick. It is a big sword with a ghost head!
Shining coldly in the sun!
Looking at it like this, it weighs at least dozens of kilograms!
Fan Zhengqing stared at Ye Xinghe: "Ye Xinghe, what I practice is swordsmanship, and my life soul is!"
He growled!
Suddenly, above the head, a life soul slowly appeared.
It turned out to be a long sword with the soul of life!
It is about four feet long and has a dark, cold white color all over.
And around the life soul, there are four yellow rays of light flashing, the human-level fourth-grade life soul!
Fan Zhengqing had a proud smile on his face: "I am already a master of the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm. I can strike with a knife with a force of twenty thousand kilograms!"
"My long sword life soul can double the power of my move. One strike of the sword will have a huge force of 40,000 kilograms!"
"Now, am I not worthy of your sword?"
Ye Xinghe smiled slightly and slowly said two words: "Not worthy."
Fan Zhengqing was furious instantly,
Stride forward with great strength!
Every step you take can leave a crack in the bluestone ground!
Then, he struck out with a sharp knife!
The sword technique is sharp and powerful. When the sword is struck out, the air current sweeps through, and the surrounding air is driven along, causing a sharp sound of breaking through the air!
Strike hard at the top of Ye Xinghe's head!
Everyone in the Silver Moon Hall below was extremely excited and started making noises.
"Fan Zhengqing, chop him with one knife!"
"Haha, how can a junior who doesn't even have a life soul stop Fan Zhengqing?"
"With a strength of 40,000 kilograms, if I cut him in half, I would be shattered to pieces, let alone cut in half!"
Facing this knife, Ye Xinghe's mouth curved into a smile.
This knife struck in the air, Ye Xinghe did not dodge or retreat!
He actually punched out hard!
Nothing fancy!
Incomparably powerful force surged out!
The first level of the Dragon Elephant Combat Body Technique is activated, with a total strength of fifty thousand kilograms!
"Ye Xinghe is crazy!"
"This is a huge force of 40,000 kilograms! Does he dare to take it hard?"
"Isn't this looking for death? Cut him into pieces with one knife!"
But the next moment, everyone's eyes widened and they exclaimed in disbelief!
"How can it be!"
boom!
There was a sound of gold and iron that was as clear as a dragon's roar. Ye Xinghe's fist and the long knife collided hard!