The mountain was crowded with people and a quarrel was in chaos. Zeng Xiaoyu and the head of the sect, Dayang, arrived.

The head of the sect appeared, and the chaotic crowd became quiet.

"Everyone is gone and back, don't know what you mean?"

Dayang Zhenren's tone was low and obviously unhappy.

An old man with wrinkles on his face said sarcastically, "Sect Master, we heard that the disciples of the twelve palaces of the noble sect have leaped their cultivation, so we rushed back and asked them to show it, so that we can make this trip worthwhile."

"Yes, how can I not see anything when I traveled far away?" The person behind me echoed.

The expression of the Dayang Zhenren changed slightly and said in a deep voice, "Elder Hu Yang, the rumors are not credible. There is no such thing. Please come back."

Elder Hu Yang refused to give up, "Master, is the rumor true? Is it clear if the disciples of the twelve palaces come out and see them?"

Dayang Zhenren said, "The disciples of my twelve palaces have other matters to deal with and cannot meet you."

Elder Hu Yang smiled evilly, "If we can't see the people from the twelve palaces today, we will never leave the Dayang Gate half a step!"

"Yes! Never leave!" A chaotic sound came everywhere, and suddenly someone whispered loudly, "I sent the disciples of the twelve palaces to be nowhere, but the eldest brother is still there!"

Elder Hu Yang smiled slightly, "You can do it if you are here, let him come out and meet us!"

Zeng Xiaoyu looked in the sound and suddenly noticed that Zhang Zifeng was looking at him with a sneer.

Little bastard! It's obvious that I want to make me ugly! Zeng Xiaoyu said two words "bastard" with his mouth. Zhang Zifeng's eyes widened and grinded his teeth at him.

He couldn't do anything to hide, and the person in front of him could dodge a road. On this end of the road was Zeng Xiaoyu, and on the other end were a group of people who were headed by Elder Hu Yang and forced to break into the mountain gate.

Zeng Xiaoyu knew that he could not avoid it. He laughed and walked up and looked at Elder Hu Yang, "Elder Poplar? Poplar... I remember in my hometown, there is a kind of tree called Poplar. It is particularly alive. No matter how harsh the environment is, it cannot die. Elder Poplar, is your vitality as tenacious as it?"

"Talking around!" Elder Hu Yang said coldly, "Where is your sword?"

Zeng Xiaoyu shook his head, "I don't really like to bring that thing with me."

"Don't like it?" Elder Huyang laughed and said, "I think you are afraid that someone will see through it?"

Zeng Xiaoyu also imitated him and laughed, "I think you are afraid that someone will see through it?"

Elder Huyang said proudly, "I am a real second-grade sword master, how can I see through it?"

"Oh!" Zeng Xiaoyu suddenly said, "So you are really cheap!"

Everyone burst into laughter, Elder Huyang's face changed, and he pulled out the hundred-pound mother sword behind him and crossed his chest with a clang, "Zeng Xiaoyu, I'll challenge you!"

Zeng Xiaoyu turned to look at Zhang Zifeng in the crowd, "Junior Brother Zifeng, he also wants to steal my senior brother's position. Do you want to say a few words and rank a single position?"

Zhang Zifeng said coldly, "If you don't dare to respond, you don't dare. If you are chasing and delaying time, it will really embarrass us on Dayangmen!"

Elder Huyang clasped his fists to Dayang Zhenren and said, "Master, does your sect have rules that are not allowed to challenge outsiders?"

Dayang Zhenren pondered, "That's not the case. We don't object to the competition, but it's not possible to hurt others."

Elder Hu Yang said, "Don't worry, the leader, we will stop when we click." After that, he turned to Zeng Xiaoyu, "Zeng Xiaoyu, I wonder if I am qualified to learn the magical skills of the pride of the Dayangmen Heaven?"

Zeng Xiaoyu said without thinking, "You are not qualified!"

Elder Hu Yang was originally a polite word, but unexpectedly he choked back with one word. His old face turned into purple pig liver. It was neither right to move forward nor backward, and it was extremely embarrassing.

"Xiaoyu, use my sword!" The red shadow flashed, and the senior sister Qin Shuiyao came to him, took off her penis and handed it to him.

Zeng Xiaoyu complained in his heart. With his current state, how could he compete with others? It would be best if he could use words to scare them away. If he really couldn't do anything else, he wouldn't be able to do it directly.

Seeing that he was reluctant to take the sword, Elder Hu Yang couldn't help but sneer, "Isn't even dare to take the sword? Could it be that your cultivation is fake?"

"Nonsense!" Qin Shuiyao glared at him fiercely and stuffed the sword into Zeng Xiaoyu's hand. "Xiaoyu, give him some excellence!"

Zeng Xiaoyu stared at Qin Shuiyao with a gaze and thought to himself, Senior Sister, do you really don’t understand or do you understand? The one in his hand is a second-grade mother sword, and the one you gave me is a third-grade son sword. Can you compare it? What's more, his peak state is only a third-grade, which is different from Elder Huyang in front of him!

When he started the Baijin heavy sword, he snatched forward uncontrollably. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and grabbed the hilt of the sword to touch the ground with the tip of the sword, so he did not make a fool of himself on the spot. But the fact that he could not hold the Baijin heavy sword could not be hidden from Elder Hu Yang's eyes. He laughed and said, "Senior Brother Zeng Xiaoyu, take your sword, I'm going to make a move!"

The second-grade mother sword is the nemesis of the third-grade son sword. It is thick and thin, wide and narrow. As long as it hits, it will be damaged without any comparison.

At this time, Qin Shuiyao spoke, "Elder Huyang, you are the second-grade sword master. I believe you will not win by relying on the advantages of weapons, right?"

"This...that's natural!" Elder Hu Yang was stunned for a moment, took back his mother's sword and turned around and asked, "Who can you lend me a sword?"

Immediately someone handed over a glittering hundred-jin sword. Elder Huyang held the sword in his hand and laughed, "Is that OK now?"

"This is almost the same!" Qin Shuiyao smiled slightly and said to Zeng Xiaoyu in an inauspicious voice, "Xiaoyu, his weapons are not suitable, you are the dominant ones, be careful, come on!"

Zeng Xiaoyu wants to cry!

The eldest sister was still looking at him, but did she know her current situation? She didn't match her sword when she changed, but she really couldn't pick it up!

"Senior Brother, are you ready? I'm here!" As soon as Elder Hu Yang finished speaking, the tip of the sword reached Zeng Xiaoyu's chest.

Zeng Xiaoyu shouted, "Shameless, I haven't said it's time to start!" He dragged Zijian and took a few steps back. Elder Huyang stepped forward step by step, without any intention of asking him to fight back.

There were many sword shadows in front of me. Fortunately, Zeng Xiaoyu's body skills were quick and his reaction was extraordinary, so he did not touch his body, but he was dodging and running around. It was not a problem, let alone so many pairs of eyes watching!

The more anxious Zeng Xiaoyu was, the more she pushed Elder Hu Yang, and she was so nervous that she was sweating. She had just avoided the dangerous sword, but suddenly her heel was kicked, and her body tilted backwards. She glanced out of the corner of her eyes and found that Zhang Zifeng, who was standing beside her, was standing aside. Zeng Xiaoyu secretly called damn, and Elder Hu Yang's sword body had been pressed down. If she didn't block it, she could only lie down.
Chapter completed!