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According to the previous rules, inner disciples who have participated in the Sword Discussion Conference are not allowed to participate again, so there are only more than [-] inner disciples participating in the Sword Discussion Conference this time. They are divided into three groups and held in three arenas simultaneously. After a while, all the disciples gathered around the ring, wanting to experience the strength of those gifted elites.

Yuan Futu shrugged his shoulders, and stood up from the futon, only to see Pang De walking towards him with a few dog legs, his steps were steady, his arms were imposing, although his true energy was restrained, he still had a domineering and fierce aura.

"It's a pity. Even if you practice in the Tongtian Sword Tower, it's still not stuck in the Hunyuan realm, and you will be stepped on by me when you are in the arena." On that day, he knew that he was worrying too much at that time, after all, the gap between realms cannot be bridged.

Yuan Futu's eyes turned cold, and he said word by word: "I'm afraid that you will pay a terrible price for what you said today. Although I haven't publicized what you have done, it doesn't mean I don't remember it. I will definitely return the account to you tenfold!"

Pang De's heart trembled. It was indeed his biggest mistake that he didn't kill Yuan Futu that day, so that the blame fell into his hands, but he didn't say it that day, and of course he won't complain to Jian Twelve now.

"Revenge is also about strength. Let me tell you, there is no distinction between you and me at the Sword Discussion Conference, and there is no such thing as a stop here. I can completely abolish your Yuanshenhai and let you Completely become a useless veteran." Pang De said lightly, but there was a hint of ferocity between his brows.

"Pang De, you are enough!" Lin Wan'er restrained her.

Pang De's eyes turned to Lin Wan'er, and found that after she reached the realm of Fashen, she became more and more fresh and refined, and her beauty was unparalleled. He couldn't help but feel moved, but when he thought of the beauty becoming Yuan Futu's sword servant, he would hang out with this wild man all day long , feeling furious again, said: "It won't take long, you will know that only I am the most suitable for you, and no one can get you except me, Pang De!"

"Even if I die, I won't choose you, a disgusting person!" Lin Wan'er's dislike for Pang De has obviously reached an extreme point.

"I'm afraid it won't be up to you at that time." Pound's mouth curled up into a smirk, and he said to Yuan Futu, "I forgot to remind you, this Sword Discussion Conference is divided into three groups of martial arts tests. Well, if you are really lucky enough to win, I will wait for you in the final ring."

After finishing speaking, Pang De and the others turned around and walked away. Yuan Futu looked at his back and clenched his fists tightly.

"Don't take what a person like him says to heart, as long as you try your best later on." Lin Wan'er said comfortingly, fearing that Yuan Futu would be under any pressure.

Yuan Futu took a breath, calmed his mind, and said with a smile: "However, he is right in saying that before facing him, I need to defeat some powerful inner disciples."

At this time, the sword master Xiaonan walked over from the crowd and said: "This time you have been assigned to the middle ring. Although the strength of this group is weak, there is still a very powerful master of the magic god realm. If you To stand out, you have to beat him."

The competition in the Sword Discussion Conference was completely arranged by Shen Wuyu himself. He would naturally choose the most beneficial method for the Baji Sword House, and he must ensure that Pound can finally get the inheritance of the Sword Sect.

After all, a gifted disciple who has reached the realm of the Dharma God and has also practiced the "Tianxuan Sword Art", no matter from any point of view, he should be the one who entered the sword mound and obtained the inheritance.

Yuan Futu frowned and asked, "Does the sword master know about this person?"

"This disciple's name is Sun Tianwei. He is the only master in the Zifu Sword Cottage who has reached the realm of the Dharma God. He has cultivated the third-order kung fu classics and has profound attainments. He specializes in water elemental power and can turn water into ice. He is also as calm as water. It is impermanent and difficult to deal with." Xiao Nan's expression was a little dignified, obviously worried about Yuan Futu.

"But he has never practiced killing swords, so his strength is much worse than that of Pound. Don't worry, the sword master, I can handle it." Yuan Futu smiled and showed his two rows of snow-white teeth.

Xiao Nan didn't know where this guy's confidence came from, he couldn't see any worry from his confident expression.

"In the first ring, Wu Meng faces De Hai, in the second ring, Wu Mingqi faces Le Yishen, and in the third ring, Lin Wan'er faces Yan Sheng." A sword master shouted loudly from above.

Lin Wan'er raised her head, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "I didn't expect to be on stage so soon."

Yuan Futu didn't have the slightest worry about the current Lin Wan'er, she has reached the realm of the Dharma God, and she can be regarded as an outstanding existence among the inner disciples of this round, and said: "Go, let me meet Miss Wan'er Strength."

"Then don't blink your eyes." Lin Wan'er jumped up with a smile, and stepped on the edge of the ring with her toes like a fairy in the sky, her clothes fluttering and she was peerless.

The rain is still falling, but not as much as before.

The man named Yan Sheng also stepped onto the third ring at this time. His body was unusually generous, like a tough man with a strong back and a waist, and his face was aggressive. Facing such a glamorous and unparalleled beauty, still Without changing his face, he said in a deep voice: "I heard that Senior Sister Wan'er broke through to the realm of the Dharma God a few days ago. I'm really happy and congratulatory. But in the arena, actual combat is very important, so I may not lose. Please, Senior Sister, don't show mercy."

Yuan Futu nodded, admiring Yan Sheng's words.

Lin Wan'er smiled indifferently, twisting the sword formula in her hand, it seemed ordinary, but it seemed to contain such a great power as to move mountains and fill seas, I saw that the fingertips were filled with colorful colors like substance.

Yan Sheng's hand sank, and a broad-edged sword weighing hundreds of catties suddenly appeared, with streams of khaki air lingering on it, giving people an extremely heavy feeling.

Xiao Nan said: "He cultivates the power of the earth, and with this epee weighing 620 three catties, I am afraid that the weight of the sword is enough to reach two thousand catties!"

Yuan Futu sneered in his heart, his ten times mysterious epee can reach a strength of more than five thousand catties, and it can definitely kill this guy in an instant.

At this time, the number of disciples around the second ring instantly increased, most of them were male disciples, and they seemed to want to admire the elegant demeanor of the most beautiful woman of Tianxuan Sword Sect.

Roar!

Yan Sheng yelled suddenly, swung his sword, and stepped on the ground, like a giant hammer hitting the ground fiercely, making a thumping sound, but his speed was not slow at all.