Martial Supreme Emperor

At dijianfeng, Xiao Chen and others on the mountain are chatting about their home affairs. Dozens of disciples are fighting on the Yamashita martial arts field, and thousands of disciples are watching. The scene is so shocking.

Before the main hall, Ling Yu looked at the four elder martial brothers.

Small eyes that call a yearning.

"Sixth elder martial brother, let's go and have a look. It's very lively."

Hearing the words, Xiao Chen glanced at Ling Yu and said in a voice, "is the sword practiced?"

On one side, Qin Ziyu said, "do you feel sure?"

Ling Yu bowed his head wrongly.

"Not yet."

"Then don't you practice?"

"Oh..." Ling Yu took the sword and turned to continue to practice.

On one side, Qin Ziyu looked at Xiao Chen and said with a smile, "Lao Qi is right. There is a lot of activity at the foot of the mountain. Let's go and have a look."

Xiao Chen pondered.

"That's what I mean."

Han Yu and Liu Sheng also smile.

"Then walk."

With that, the four went in front of Ling Yu, ready to go to see the excitement. Ling Yu watched eagerly, but he couldn't do it. He just looked at the gate. Maybe the elder martial brothers forgot to take him, and someone would come back to call him.

Certainly.

Sure enough, after a while Liu Sheng came back.

Ling Yu was moved to cry.

He threw down his sword and jumped on Liu Sheng. "Fifth elder martial brother, I knew you were a good man. You must have come to take me to see it, right?"

Liu Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth.

Then he took the little Ling Yu down and said, "well, it's your sixth elder martial brother who asked me to bring you a sentence."

Ling Yu looks at Liu Sheng, "what words?"

"Practice hard, and when he comes back, he will check. If he is not satisfied, he will smoke you."

Putong.

Ling Yu sits on the ground and wants to cry.

Liu Sheng rubbed his nose and left.

Then, no one came back.

Poor Ling Yu picked up his sword and continued to practice.

Otherwise, they are going to be whipped.

Xiao Chen and his four friends walk together and come to the wudaochang at the foot of the mountain. They directly come to Kong Qinglei's side. Looking at Han Yu and Liu Sheng, Kong Qinglei's face shows a smile, "are you back?"

They nodded with a smile.

"Well, I just came back. I heard that the master and several elders were selecting disciples for the competition. Let's have a look."

Cloud Hou and zongfeng also came over, six people gathered together to talk.

Several people separated for a long time, miss the tight.

Now, we get together again, and immediately we are talking about the ten peaks. The brothers can't finish what they have to say.

At present, the war is fierce.

The battle between the two elite disciples is inseparable. The immortal power is sweeping the whole battle platform, and the sword spirit is surging wildly.

Everyone who watched was in high spirits.

This kind of hot-blooded scene, all people do not blink.

The disciples on the stage also work hard.

After all, when Shifeng talks about Taoism, it's the occasion when the whole Taoism is exposed. Who doesn't want to be in the limelight?

Maybe we can make it to the sky step by step.

Everyone put out 12 points of strength.

At the same time, ten platforms were competing for each other on the top of the imperial sword peak. Twenty disciples were on the stage in one round, and only ten were left. Then the selection speed was very fast.

When Xiao Chen and others arrived, it was the last one.

After ten rounds of fighting, half of them were eliminated, and the rest were 30.

They are all the remaining elite students in the first round of competition.

And there are only eight of them.

They have to go through two rounds of selection before they can really choose the disciples who can represent emperor Jianfeng to participate in Shifeng's discussion.

Xiao Chen's eyes swept to the remaining 30 elite disciples. Well, he didn't know any of them. The only one he knew was Zhu Di, who was killed by him. Xiao Chen's eyes couldn't help looking at several elder martial brothers.

"Elder martial brother, is there a strong one among the elite disciples?"

Xiao Chen looks at the five elder martial brothers around him.

Han Yu and Liu Sheng both smile: "we haven't come back for more than ten years. We don't know who is strong and who is weak."

A change, Qin Ziyu said: "although I am in, but the scene closed."

So, I don't know the implication.

Han Yu and Liu Sheng look at Qin Ziyu and confirm that the second elder martial brother is a closed man.

After that, Yun Hou put his hands around his chest.

"I don't even know about Elite disciples."

Finally, the five people all looked at the elder master zongfeng. Zongfeng saw that he became the focus and expressed his opinion: "although I have been in charge of emperor Jianfeng, I am not very clear. As soon as the master took over, I went to practice in the place of trial."

Xiao Chen four people looked at the master elder brother zongfeng and yunhou: "that you just saw so strong?"Suddenly, cloud Hou and zongfeng are not satisfied.

"Don't you have a feeling, too?"

All of you "...."

don't talk about it. Just look around. You can't see why.

Although Xiao Chen and others are confused, some of the elite disciples can be called famous names. Moreover, from the perspective of fighting, they are quite good. It is estimated that they are all able to serve as one of the eight disciples.

Below, many disciples are talking one after another.

"What do you think of Zhuge Qingfeng? The best of the elite disciples must be one of the eight. "

"And that Chen Xuanfeng!"

"Jin Muyan is also good. They are all hot people."

"Li YunRuo can also enter the top eight!"

"..."

the discussion among ordinary disciples was very vigorous, and these people they said were really strong. Such fighting power can't be underestimated. On one side of the battle platform, Jin Muyan's hands were shining with immortal power, and he developed a magic sword, which was used as a map to imprison his opponent and wanted to strangle him.

The opponent struggled hard and failed, and the final number of players was up.

Jin Muyan was the first to stand out in the top 15.

Then came Chen Xuanfeng.

His sword is like a sword of killing. It's sharp and fierce. It directly shakes his opponent back and wins. His opponent is pale and retreats from the battlefield. Chen Xuanfeng bows his hand and goes to the top 15.

On the third battle platform, Li YunRuo's sword appears and disappears, which is beyond defense.

If Chen Xuanfeng's sword is good at killing, Li YunRuo's sword is good at assassinating. These are all powerful means.

Xiao Chen and others secretly nodded.

Of course, they all met with the disciples of the same elder.

Xu Xiao's opponent is Zhuge Qingfeng, who is from the same family. Before the battle, Xu Xiao just admits defeat and Zhuge Qingfeng wins. But no one dares to despise Zhuge Qingfeng, because it is said that his Kendo is not inferior to that of his disciples.

All the elders nodded in secret.

Almost none of their disciples is qualified for the top 15.

And the fighting continues.

The elite disciples of the top 15 are gradually emerging.

Boom!

With a roar, a man in black blasted his opponent off the stage, and all the candidates from the top 30 to the top 15 appeared.

Xiao Chen looked at the last one and couldn't help asking.

"What's the name of the last one?"

Cloud Hou way: "this person, elder disciple, name is Yunyang."