Confession: I am a fat otaku. Why am I crying when a monster comes?

Taixuan Holy Land, main hall.

Today is the day to select contestants.

The elite disciples of Taixuan Holy Land gathered together!

"The rules of the sword fight are very simple. Each holy land selects seven people to fight seven rounds."

"The winner of each round will get two points, the runner-up will get one point, and the rest will not get any points."

"Finally, the ranking will be calculated based on the total score of the seven rounds."

"And the winner of the last round, which is the seventh round of the finale, will get twice the points."

"Now, those whose names I read will participate in the seven rounds of battle in turn."

"Qiuyun, first round."

"Nianzhi, second round."

"Yulong..."

The elders read the names above, and the hearts of the disciples below were in their throats.

It is an honor to be selected to fight for the holy land!

"The sixth round participant, Xiao Chen."

Hearing his name, Xiao Chen, who was standing in the first row below, did not have a trace of excitement on his face.

On the contrary, it was terribly gloomy.

"The final battle, Mu Yun."

"The above seven people, remember to prepare well and go all out!"

All seven contestants were read out.

The disciples talked about it.

Only Xiao Chen was left standing there, as if he had lost his soul.

In fact, before Mu Yun came back, he was the recognized final battle contestant, and he was the focus of the young disciples of Taixuan Holy Land.

He was indeed not as strong as Mu Yun. During the time when Mu Yun was missing, he enjoyed a wave of God-son-level treatment.

But after Mu Yun came back, he naturally became the absolute focus, and even his position in the final battle was his.

"Xiao Chen, do you have any objection?"

"No."

Xiao Chen looked gloomy and left the hall quickly.

"Alas, actually Senior Brother Xiao is also quite strong, but it's a pity that Senior Brother Mu is back. He must be unwilling to lose the most important position."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Who said Senior Brother Mu is stronger!"

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Mu hasn't prepared well recently. Why does he always go to Ke Lai Peak? He just disbanded and went again..."

"I don't know."

......

Mu Yun came to find Chen Nian, not to share the joy of the final battle.

For him, the final battle is the most normal.

"Chen Nian!"

"Senior Mu, what's wrong?"

Seeing Mu Yun running over in a hurry, Chen Nian looked suspicious.

"I heard that you often go to Yuehua Peak to find your sister recently?"

"Uh... this... is true, but your sister likes to listen to my stories."

"You want to flirt with my sister?"

"The word flirt is ugly, Senior. Don't learn those vulgar words from the academy. In your world, we should call this a soulmate." Chen Nian said seriously.

"It's okay, if you want to go, go ahead, but I have something to ask you."

Chen Nian couldn't help laughing and bowed, "Uncle, please speak."

"The sword-fighting conference is about to be held. Among the seven rounds of fighting, I am in the last round, the finale!"

Mu Yun asked in a low voice: "Tell me, how should I appear in this finale to show my prowess in front of the crowd?"

"Oh? Senior, you are asking the right person!"

Chen Nian pondered and said: "It's good to be the finale. The stage has been set for you. When it's your turn to appear, remember not to come out. You must be late."

"Late? What does this mean? All the four holy places will watch the battle. Isn't it ignorant to be late in public?"

"Hey, senior, you are short-sighted."

Chen Nian shook his finger: "The purpose of being late is to further attract everyone's attention, to suppress first and then praise."

"What do you mean?" Mu Yun asked anxiously.

"When everyone is getting impatient, a sword flies from the sky and pierces the middle of the field! You slowly fall down, step on the hilt, and put your hands behind your back..."

Mu Yun thought about it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Great, great! Then I will defeat the opponent with one sword, right?"

"No, no, no, that's not enough."

Chen Nian shook his head again, which made Mu Yun extremely confused again.

"In each round of battle, the four holy places will send one person, a total of four people, you need to fight two by two, and then the winner will fight again to decide the final winner, right?"

"Yes."

"Then at this moment, Senior Mu, you should look at the other three people and say calmly: I allow you to come together."

"......"

Another short silence.

At this moment, Mu Yun seemed to have been fascinated by that scene, and his blood was boiling.

"Good, great good! You are worthy of it, haha."

As if he had suddenly realized something, Mu Yun left with complete satisfaction.

It can be predicted that he will show off on the day of the sword contest.

.......

"Everyone, this year's sword contest will be held in CangYunshan is meeting, we are about to set off. "

"Finally we are going to set off, get ready, set off!"

The people of Qingxuan Sect were very excited, packed up their things and followed out anxiously.

The team of Taixuan Holy Land was quite large.

From the Holy Lord and the elders to the young disciples, all were dressed in white and flew on swords.

The sky was densely packed with powerful swordsmen.

Of course, Mu Yun, as a contestant, was also among them. He was one of the seven contestants and was protected in the middle of the team.

"Oh no, can you fly? "

Yue Xiaomeng looked at all the fellow disciples.

Only when you reach the fourth level, the Wind Control Level, can you fly.

How many of these scumbags in Qingxuan Sect can reach the fourth level...

If you can't fly, you can't even keep up with the main force, which is embarrassing.

The master can fly, but he can't take care of so many disciples.

So everyone looked at Chen Nian.

"Don't look at me, I can't do it either." Chen Nian shrugged helplessly.

Of course, he just didn't want to spend the power he had accumulated with great difficulty on flying.

These days, he has been working hard to circulate the Xuan Qi every day. He has been circulating for seven hundred cycles, but his body still hasn't fully adapted to the world's suppression.

Power is precious and must be used at critical moments.

Chen Nian found Mu Qingxuan and saw her hanging in the air on a sword, her white skirt fluttering and her black hair like a waterfall.

"Miss Mu, how about you take us? We can't fly."

"I refuse. "

Mu Qingxuan rolled her eyes in annoyance: "What is this guy saying in public... If I take you with me, won't it be seen as a good relationship between us in the eyes of others?"

The reservedness of the saint must be controlled.

After being rejected, Chen Nian sighed.

Okay, women are really unreliable. It would be too embarrassing to ask the people of the holy land for help.

Then I have to... consume some of my strength.

Chen Nian's eyes suddenly condensed.

"Senluo Ten Beasts, Undead Bone Dragon!"

Roar——

Accompanied by a dragon roar, a huge white bone dragon emerged from the space.

It almost covered the entire sky.

At this moment, a large number of fears came from the air!

Only Mu Yun's eyes slanted.

You are worthy of it. You can find a chance to show your saintliness in front of others at this time.