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Volume 1 Chapter 402 Competition

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    After the fat man bowed his head in response, Wang Yankun said again: "After you have breakfast, go to the Qianyuan Hall to gather. The sect master may have something to tell you." He waved his hand and said: "Go, Xingye's condition is stable.  , and Siyu is with me, nothing will happen." The fat man replied, "Yes." He glanced at Xingye and turned away.  Wang Yankun looked at Siyu, his original intention was to tell Siyu to go back to the mountain to rest, but when he saw Siyu's stubborn eyes, he sighed and said: "Siyu, if you are tired, just call the servants in the palace to take your place." "Okay,  Grandpa, Siyu is not tired." Siyu was originally planning to cheat on Wang Yankun, but when he heard Wang Yankun's words, he suddenly became happy.  Wang Yankun sighed, shook his head, and turned around.  On a beautiful day in the sky, the venue for the friendly discussion between the Qianyuan Sect and the Baolun Sect was on the broad square at the top of Longyang Peak.  Zheng Boqi, the master of Xuanwu Mountain Peak, under the orders of the sect master Lin Haotian, inspected the site early to confirm that everything was correct. Then the Baolun Sect sent Lin Yunren, who had returned to another hospital after recovering from his injuries the day before, to also inspect the site and confirm that everything was correct.  An hour later, the monks from the two sects gathered at Longyang Peak and sat down in the viewing tent set up early, waiting for the start of the competition between the disciples of the two sects.  During the five days, the monks from the two sects had many contacts, and there was no shortage of people with similar temperaments. Therefore, except Master Shuangdu who only chatted with Master Lin Yun, the others sat together and talked and laughed.  During the reign of Emperor Yuanzong, the situation was tense.  After chatting for a while, Situ Xuan and Lin Haotian looked at each other and nodded to each other.  After receiving the signal, the fat man cheered up and walked towards the center of the spacious venue. He would be the first to compete on behalf of the Qianyuan Sect.  On behalf of the Baolun Sect, Liu Shunde, the eldest disciple of Zhou Dayin, appeared in the competition.  Both of them are in the foundation-building stage, and they are both well-known people in the sect.  It seems that in such a friendly match, both sides want a good start.  Liu Shunde saw that the other party had already appeared, stood up and bowed to Zhou Dayin, saying: "Master, the disciple has gone." Zhou Dayin smiled and nodded, and said: "Go." Liu Shunde looked at Lin Yun again.  Yun Zhenren smiled and said softly: "Don't forget to explain your affairs." Liu Shunde nodded slightly, turned around and left. Zhou Dayin said to Cheng Shou who was standing on the side: "Go and cheer for your senior brother to ensure that your senior brother  safety.  " Chengshou wondered in his heart, could it be that senior brother couldn't beat that fat man? Besides, it wasn't a life-and-death fight, it was just a sparring match. Even if he lost, could the other party still kill him? But the master has a destiny, but Chengshou can't.  Not daring to disobey, Master Lin Yun patted Cheng Shou on the shoulder and followed him. The fat man who had already walked to the middle of the field and turned around to wait for the opponent to fight looked at Liu Shunde walking out.  , just watching the other party take two steps, the fat man basically knew that the other party was in the foundation building stage, but his cultivation level should be slightly higher than his own. The fat man curled his lips, feeling no pressure at all, and made up his mind to deal with more than ten or twenty moves.  Yes, I've given the other side enough face, and I'm looking for a chance to beat him. "I don't know if Hoshino is awake yet." The fat man, who was not stressed, could not help but feel a little wandering when he suddenly saw a figure moving in the distance.  Another person walked out. The fat man thought he had seen it wrong. He blinked and looked again. Yes, another person came over. The fat man smiled "hey". Could it be that the other person wanted to fight him?  That person's cultivation level is only at the twelfth level of the Mortal Stage. Isn't this a laughing stock? Two masters of the Foundation Establishment stage are competing. You, a monk in the Mortal stage, are messing around. If it's a life-and-death fight, you can still be a bit of a threat.  , But isn¡¯t this a sparring match? You¡¯re not really going to kill me. Even if you win, you¡¯re still a loser.  , but fell behind him, with a half-smiling expression on his face. Liu Shunde couldn't help but feel a little strange. When he turned around, he saw that Cheng Shou had followed him out, and he couldn't help being very angry: "I'm going to fight, let alone the previous one."  We have arranged it, and we are sure to win. Even if we don¡¯t necessarily win, why would you, Chengshou, who is only in the mortal stage of cultivation, come out? You immediately turned around, went up to you, and lowered your voice and yelled angrily: "Chengshou, you  What came out of it?  Cheng Shou said aggrievedly: "It's not me who wants to come out, it's Master who wants me to come out to hold the battle for you, saying that I want to ensure your safety." Liu Shunde was furious, and turned to look at Zhou Dayin, who was met with a look that was as cold as ice to the bone.  , couldn't help but shudder, not daring to resist, turned around and walked towards the fat man in the venue, feeling even more unhappy that Zhou Dayin looked down on him so much.  The fat man asked Liu Shunde: "Your fellow disciple has already come out, why don't you feel comfortable? Come on together." Liu Shunde's face turned purple when he was asked, he forced a smile and said: "My junior brother's cultivation is shallow, my master  Zun sent him to watch the battle and learn skills.  "The fat man said with relief: "That's it.  "But I feel strange in my heart. The eyesight of the monks in the foundation building stage is already amazing. They should be able to see clearly even if they are standing in the shed."?Is there something wrong with this disciple's eyes that prevents him from reaching far?  He was still muttering to himself, but his movements continued at all, he cupped his hands and said: "Brother Taoist, please give me some advice." Liu Shunde's face became solemn, and he clasped his fists in return: "Brother Taoist, please give me some advice." The politeness was over, and both parties held seals.  Together, they flew backwards and widened the distance. When monks fought with each other, the first priority was to keep themselves away from the opponent and attack the opponent with a sword from a distance. Everyone in the Baolun Sect saw that the fat man was fat and bloated, so they retreated.  It was actually flying like leaves, light and agile, and seemed to be still above Liu Shunde. While surprised, everyone couldn't help but cheered.  As soon as the cheers came out, I realized that this fat man was Liu Shunde's opponent. Didn't the cheers add to the opponent's prestige and weaken his own momentum?  This is really wrong, very wrong. When they looked at each other, they were all embarrassed.  Both sides stood up in the field. Liu Shunde heard that his seniors and brothers actually cheered for each other. He was ashamed and annoyed.  The long sword shot out from the back of his head, flicked in the wind, and turned into a long sword that was about ten feet long and settled flat in the air. The cold light instantly locked onto the fat man's figure.  When the fat man saw the opponent drawing out his sword, he raised his right hand and said, "Buzz". With a dull sound, a huge knife appeared in the air. It had a thick back and heavy spine, a wide body and a thin blade. It was dark and domineering.  As soon as Fatty¡¯s natal magic weapon came out, the Baolun Sect¡¯s side responded with ¡°Huh?¡±, ¡°Huh?¡±, and ¡°Haha¡±, and the situation suddenly exploded again.  Situ Xuan smiled slightly at Lin Haotian and said, "It is a great blessing to be able to see the Qianyuan Sect's 'Seven God-Slaying Swords' today." His words were sincere, and there was no hint of ridicule.
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