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Volume 1 Chapter 418 Undercurrent

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    On the broad square, more than 200 disciples wearing gray sect uniforms and carrying uniform sword scabbards stood neatly in the square according to age, starting from the beginning.  There was silence in the square, except for a few weak coughs from time to time, which weakened the solemn atmosphere. And far away in the square, stood other disciples of the outer and inner sects, everyone in the Qinglong Mountain lineage: Yunyao  , Dingqian, Fatty, Siyu, etc. are all inside.  Such a grand event only happens once every five years, how could you miss it?  Zheng Xuanlong stood at the head of the disciples. He was tall and handsome, and he listened to the coughing sounds from time to time. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.  The coughing sound came from Hoshino, who was standing at the end of the line. Everyone in front of him was older and taller than him. Being blocked by many disciples, Hoshino was inconspicuous.  A moment later, countless auspicious clouds slowly rose from the direction of Qianyuan Hall.  Xiangyun seemed to move slowly, but in fact it was very fast. In a few breaths, it had reached the high platform of the square.  The leader was Lin Haotian, the sect master, who was dressed in the sect master's attire, showing his majesty. Behind him were the peak masters and elders, all of whom had wide robes, wide sleeves, and tall crowns. Just by wearing attire, they already showed their majesty.  The sect attaches great importance to the competition.  Lin Haotian looked around at the disciples under the high platform who were gearing up and eager to try, and said with a smile: "I think you all have a clear understanding of the various situations of the competition." Seeing all the disciples nodding excitedly, Lin Haotian smiled slightly and said: "Then, I will  I won't say anything more. I hope that the top three of our sect can stand in front of me before sunset. "After Lin Haotian finished speaking, he motioned for everyone to take their seats, and then with a wave of his sleeves, three sturdy middle-aged men each held a cup.  He walked over with the scabbard sword and showed it to the disciples who were lined up one by one. The crowd suddenly made a slight noise.  What these three middle-aged men have in their hands is the reward for the top three in this competition, the flying sword that Lin Haotian personally refined.  After the display, the three middle-aged men walked to the front of the reception hall and placed their swords on the sword stand.  Two elders slowly descended from the high platform. They were Elder Zhu Yuqing and Elder Wang Tingxuan. They came to the long table covered with black cloth. They waved their hands and lifted the black cloth. They saw neatly arranged items underneath.  flying sword.  The quality of these flying swords is average, even quite poor, but they are suitable for the transitional period.  The elder in charge of the assessment randomly designated one among them and asked the participating disciples to collect it. They were required to establish contact with the flying sword as quickly as possible, control the sword and move it into the air, and then put it into the scabbard on the back.  This is the first item in the competition: sheathing the sword.  The flying sword taken will be the flying sword used by the disciple in this competition. This test is to assess the disciple's understanding and adaptability to the flying sword, and it is also for the fairness of the competition. Otherwise, the last one will be judged.  Xiang Doujian doesn't need to compete at all, as long as the quality of his flying sword is better. Aren't people like Xingye and Zheng Xuanlong invincible?  It can be seen that the sect has considered everything for this big competition, leaving almost no loopholes to take advantage of.  Elder Wang Tingxuan announced loudly to the disciples: "The first event of the competition begins." Another elder Zhu Shenyi looked at the roster and sang loudly: "Zheng Xuanlong" Standing at the head of the square array, Zheng Xuanlong responded loudly  He said: "Disciple is here" strode out, walked to the long table, saluted in the direction of the sect master, and then saluted each of the two elders in charge of the assessment.  Elder Wang Tingxuan, who announced the start of the first event of the competition, had a dark face, pointed at a sword among a lot of swords at random, and said: "This is the sword." Zheng Xuanlong walked to the sword, concentrated for a moment, and pointed the sword with his right hand.  Reach out.  Place it on the handle of the flying sword and start communicating with the seals on the sword.  Wang Yankun frowned slightly. From the details of this flying sword, the weapon refining techniques of the Xuanwu Mountain line could be vaguely seen. Although the elder Wang Tingxuan had a dark face, he pointed such a sword to Zheng Xuanlong.  It was a case of favoritism, not to mention that Wang Yankun knew that Wang Tingxuan was one of the four supporters of Zheng Boqi's successor as sect leader.  "However, Wang Yankun couldn't do anything to him.  Wang Yankun¡¯s thoughts just flashed across his mind, and the flying sword was already flying in the air on the table.  Elder Zhu Yuqing said loudly: "Zheng Xuanlong, three breaths." There was an uproar in the venue.  What is the concept of three breaths?  Put a mouthful of rice in your mouth, chew it, chew it, and it won't take more than three breaths to chew it and swallow it.  This strength is simply too powerful. Zheng Xuanlong smiled slightly, retracted his sword finger, and the flying sword entered the scabbard behind him with a "choking" sound. He gave a salute and went to rest on the side.  Before the competition is over, participating disciples are not allowed to leave the venue.  After the uproar, the venue returned to silence. Zheng Xuanlong's results made all the disciples feel uneasy, which inevitably added a little more tension.  At this time, several more weak coughs came from the silent venue.  Zheng Xuanlong on the side smiled sarcastically, and the other disciples frowned in unison. Lin Haotian, who was sitting on the main seat, raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Wang Yankun on the side: "The injury of Xing Ye under your disciple is not healed yet?"  Wang Yankun frowned and said, "It shouldn't be a serious problem." Zheng Boqi on the other side smiled and said, "If it's hurt, it's better not to force it. If you force it, it will damage the foundation and it will not be beautiful." These words  It's reasonable, and it really looks like he's thinking about Hoshino. Wang Yankun "hummed" and didn't answer.  On the field, the assessment of sheathing the sword was carried out very quickly. After a while, the half was passed. The person with the shortest time only used eight breaths, and the person with the longest time only used fifteen breaths. He was standing on the side with his head downcast.  It looks like an eggplant with frost.  The elders were very satisfied with the potential of these disciples and nodded in admiration from time to time. Only Wang Yankun frowned and looked depressed.  "Liu Muqing, ten breaths." Elder Zhu Yuqing's voice sounded loudly.  Wang Yankun's frown relaxed slightly. Liu Muqing is the beloved disciple of his eldest disciple Zhu Yifan, and he is also a disciple that Wang Yankun values ????very much. The result of ten breaths is not good, but it is definitely not bad, and his performance is normal.  .  Liu Muqing put away the flying sword, and after retreating to the side, he glanced worriedly at Hoshino who covered his mouth and coughed from time to time, sighed, and felt a little worried.  Half an hour later, among the more than two hundred disciples, only Hoshino was left standing alone in the field.  "Xingye" Elder Zhu Yuqing shouted loudly.  Hoshino walked towards the long table, covering his mouth and coughing from time to time as he walked.  "Xingye, if your injury has not healed, please do not use force." Elder Zhu Yuqing said pleasantly, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.  "Thank you, uncle. I'm fine. I'm just used to coughing. Cough cough." Hoshino could feel that Elder Zhu Yuqing's concern and love were sincere.
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