The game started with a 10,000-fold increase. The empress asked me to upgrade slowly.

"He is really the son of the tyrant, so greedy!"

"People are greedy, be careful not to be hurt by greed!"

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, everyone frowned and looked at him.

To be honest, although this is the son of the second senior sister, they still can't like him.

If it weren't for him, the second senior sister wouldn't have been unable to return home, and the master wouldn't have never stepped out of the sword pavilion for ten years.

"How do you know that I don't have this strength?"

Lin Yuan said calmly without changing his expression.

"Even if you are the son of the second senior sister and the grandson of the master, it does not mean that your swordsmanship talent can be as good as theirs, or even better than them. What they can't do, what do you think you can do?"

"That's right, what do you think you can do, because you have a good face, or because you are arrogant, young people should not be too greedy!"

"If you can really do it, why not let the Sword Pavilion command you in the future?"

Everyone shook their heads and said, obviously they did not think that Lin Yuan could really subdue all the famous swords.

After all, even Xie Wuya, the third young master of the Shenjian Villa, who had the talent of a sword saint, only subdued the sixth-ranked nameless sword.

"There is a saying that the disciple is better than the master, so I can naturally surpass them!"

Lin Yuan said directly.

"Arrogant!"

All of a sudden, everyone glared at him, and some even couldn't help but take action to teach this arrogant and rebellious junior a lesson.

"Dong... Dong... Dong..."

At this moment, a melodious bell sounded suddenly.

"The sword-fighting competition has begun!"

Everyone's expression froze, and then they all walked out.

"Perform well later, and whether your mother can return to the Sword Pavilion will depend on you!"

Ye Hongyu hurriedly said to Lin Yuan.

"Don't worry, my performance will definitely surprise you, but if my mother still can't come back, then I will have to split the Sword Pavilion with a sword!"

Lin Yuan said lightly.

"Hiss... You really dare to say anything!"

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, Ye Hongyu couldn't help but take a breath, and then carefully looked behind the Sword Pavilion: "Don't dare to say such words again in the future!"

However, although she said so, she still secretly gave Lin Yuan a thumbs up.

Just this sentence, everything that the second senior sister has endured over the years has not been in vain.

If there really is such a day, she will definitely stand firmly with the second senior sister and Lin Yuan mother and son.

Immediately, the two did not delay any longer and followed them out.

…

Outside the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb of the Sword Pavilion, in the extremely wide square.

At this time, thousands of people have gathered, all of whom are from various forces, to participate in this sword-discussing conference.

"This year's sword-discussing conference will be hosted by me, Jian Xiong, as usual."

The middle-aged man called the eldest brother by Ye Hongyu walked to the center of the square, looked around at the people, and then said loudly.

"The old sword saint will not appear this year?"

As Jian Xiong's voice fell, everyone couldn't help but look disappointed.

Another main reason why they participated in the sword-discussing conference every year was that they wanted to witness the style of the old sword saint with their own eyes.

Especially the young generation of sword geniuses, who have been growing up listening to the legend of the old sword saint, but have only heard of him and never seen him, are eager to meet the old sword saint to satisfy their fantasies of idols.

If they are lucky enough to get a few pointers from the old sword saint, they will not only benefit a lot, but also be able to boast about it for the rest of their lives.

Even when they are old, they can also boast to their grandchildren that I, the grandfather, saw the old sword saint of the sword pavilion with my own eyes, and even had the honor of being personally instructed by him.

"Do you think the old sword saint has already..."

Someone in the crowd said in a low voice with a strange look on his face. Although he didn't finish his words, everyone around him had already understood what he meant, and their faces changed.

If something really happened to the old sword saint, the sword pavilion and even the Wushuang City would probably be completely changed.

Especially the Cangjian Villa, which has always been eyeing the sword pavilion, will never miss this good opportunity.

No wonder Cangjian Villa still attends the Sword Contest every year even though they are humiliating themselves every year. They probably have been trying to test whether the old Sword Saint is still alive, right?

"I won't waste any more time. The rules are the same as usual. Since it is a Sword Contest, we can only use kendo methods. Another thing is that we cannot kill easily. You should all have no objection, right?"

Jian Xiong asked, scanning everyone."No problem, it's just a sword-fighting contest, there's no need to fight to the death!"

"I have no problem either, the martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, there's still some human touch."

"Me too!"

Everyone nodded in response.

Unless there's a life-and-death feud, who would kill people easily?

"In that case, let's get started!"

Jian Xiong nodded and said directly.

"I'll go first!"

As soon as Jian Xiong finished speaking, a young man in a white robe walked into the arena with a purple long sword in his hand.

"I'm Sun Chu from the Iron Sword Sect, please teach me!"

The young man in a white robe saluted with his sword in his arms and looked around at the crowd.

"I'll learn from your Iron Sword Sect's Iron-Slashing Sword Technique!"

Soon, a tall and thin young man also walked out of the crowd.

"May I ask what your name is and where you come from?"

Sun Chu looked directly at the tall and thin young man and asked.

"I'll scare you if I tell you my name. I'm Xing Shi, the senior brother of Baijian Valley!"

The tall and thin young man said proudly.

"So you're Xing Shi, the senior brother of Baijian Valley. I've heard of you for a long time!"

Sun Chu hurriedly saluted again.

"I've also heard of your name, Sun Chu, the Iron Sword. It's nice to meet you!"

Xing Shi also saluted with his sword in return.

Then, the two began to fight each other with swords.

It's more accurate to say that they were practicing swordsmanship rather than fighting.

"Forget it, stop fighting and come down!"

"If you keep fighting like this, it will be dark soon!"

"You're such a disgrace. Come back now!"

Everyone who was really impatient spoke up one after another. Even the elders of the two were ashamed and wanted to go up and pull them back personally.

However, the two of them remained calm, and even smiled as they saluted each other with their swords, and then walked back as a draw.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a conspicuous package in the sword-fighting competition."

Lin Yuan said inwardly with a strange look in his eyes,

Then, he was too lazy to wait any longer.

He took a step forward and came to the field.

"This boy looks a little young, no more than 20 years old!"

"Seeing that he walked out of the Sword Pavilion team, could he be a new junior brother of the Sword Pavilion?"

"The Sword Pavilion is really arrogant, actually sending a new junior brother to fight?"

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