Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() When Chu Lang came to the Sword Dance Square, he was almost the last group to arrive. Mu Yueling looked around and finally found Hua Feifeng's Mu Caifeng camp. More than a dozen senior brothers and sisters had already stood together.

Chu Lang, Chen Lin and others came to the camp of the outer sect disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, and greeted some brothers and sisters they knew one by one.

Zhang Huang appeared out of nowhere. Seeing that Chu Lang and Chen Lin were in high spirits, with weapons in their hands, Zhang Huang nodded and said, "Today is probably just a few games. The morning is mainly about ceremonies. Tens of thousands of people danced their swords to pay homage to the legacy of their ancestors."

"Director Zhang, who will lead us to dance the sword this time." Chu Lang knew that there would be someone who would lead the sword dance every time, and was curious about who would lead us this time.

"I know that." Zhang Yanxue interrupted with a smile.

"You know? Then tell me who this class is?" Chen Lin asked in surprise.

"I only found out about it yesterday, that little uncle Mei Yuling, who seems to be the apprentice of my uncle Mo Rong, remembers seeing the suzerain dance in the Ten Thousand Swords Dance Square when I was still young, and I was shocked by the amazing and spectacular scene at that time .” Zhang Yanxue looked fascinatedly at the huge Sword Dance Square where life was bustling with life.

Chu Lang asked curiously: "Is this sword dancing by thousands of people only the elders and uncles in the sect qualified to lead?"

"Well, except for the suzerain, the elders and uncles of the sect come here in turn, but sometimes there will be some young disciples leading, but at least it is a generation of disciples, this time it is Mei Yuling's uncle leading, which can be regarded as The Tianming Sword Sect's first female leader in so many years is a beautiful sight." Zhang Huang, the head of the outer sect, was infected by the lively atmosphere of the scene at this moment, full of joy, and even more joyful in his heart.

Under Zhang Huang's introduction, Chu Lang looked in the direction he pointed. On the huge square, eight large platforms of "Gankan Genzhen, Xunli Kundui" have been erected, built of thick beech wood. Cheng, separated by a distance of ten feet, arranged in eight trigrams.

Not far away, on the top floor of the Lingyun Hall, Chen Ning, the other elders of the Tianming Sword Sect, as well as the heads of the Seven Sects of Yunzhou and some big families had already stood there.

The front of the Lingyun Hall was full of many disciples who were too old to participate in the martial arts competition. Many of these people participated in the organization and arrangement work. At this moment, nearly ten tables have been set up, and the disciples who participated in the competition have drawn lots. place.

Chu Lang saw many disciples queuing up to get the order number of the competition, and glanced at those people who were relatively fast, signed their names, got a number and left.

There is a huge canvas-like giant wall panel next to each of the eight big platforms. On it is the two-player match list drawn from this platform. The first few rounds are relatively simple. Direct single elimination, it seems that the conference still hopes to screen for the first time, so as to enter the more intense confrontation below.

It is estimated that the next match will have to wait until the second day, and only knowing the day will know how to compete in order.

Chu Lang and Chen Lin quickly went to the front and chose a table at random to sign their names, and drew a sign. Chu Lang saw that the sign had 'Xun' on the front and number 369 on the back. There's a competition on stage.

Chu Lang frowned and looked at the number 369 sign, and thought to himself: "It seems that there are quite a lot of people competing in martial arts. My number is definitely not the last number. There are hundreds of people in one station. It is estimated that even if the number of people in eight stations is different It’s not big, but it seems that there are quite a lot, at least two or three thousand one or two generations of disciples participated in the competition.”

In fact, there are not so many people in this competition, and there are no more than 1000 young disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect. Counting the bloodlines of the ancient gods and beasts who have passed the Xumi crystal ball test and are blue, the number is only a few hundred. However, it seems that the other seven sects have reached an agreement with the major families to test the pressure on Chen Ning, and they also want to send young disciples from their respective sects to participate in this Tianming Sword Sect competition, so that the number of people joining is more than that of the Tianming Sword Sect disciples. It takes more than two to 3000 people to appear.

"After these few rounds, it will probably be dark." Chu Lang couldn't help but shook his head. If he was unlucky to meet someone with a recasting level, his chances of advancing were probably slim.

"Brother Lang, what number did you draw?" Chen Lin handed a sign to Chu Lang and asked curiously.

"Your is Kun, No. 126, mine is Xun, No. 369, it doesn't conflict with you, I wonder which Wutai Zhang Junior Sister will draw?" Chu Lang hurriedly glanced at his card number and smiled.

"Brother Chu, are you competing in that arena?" Mu Yueling appeared out of nowhere, and took a closer look at the sign that had snatched Chu Lang.

"Fortunately, it's not in the same arena, otherwise you can go home and play in the first few rounds, giggling." Mu Yueling smiled as she handed back the small sign.

"How to say?" Chu Lang asked puzzled.

"My cousin is doing it. No. 11 is a good number. You have to last a few more rounds. My cousin said that you should be dealt with carefully." Mu Yueling sarcastically slapped Chu Lang on the chest.

Xiang Ye squeezed out from nowhere. He didn't participate in the competition this time, but he was more excited than anyone else to pay attention to this competition. As Zhang Yue said, the onlookers can clearly see the competition of the same level from various angles. Learned a lot.

"Brother Chu, brother Chen, which arena is yours, and what number is it? I just heard that Zhang Han is in the arena of Xun. Sooner or later, he will face you. Be careful. He has made strange progress in martial arts during this period. Until he realizes that his martial arts has broken through again, and he is even more unpredictable than before." Xiang Ye rushed to tell Chu Lang an unexpected news.

"Really? That's really full of expectations." Chu Lang sneered.

"when……"

At this time, there was only a clear sound of bells and tripods, echoing in the vast sea of ​​clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits, and suddenly, the originally noisy Sword Dance Square fell silent.

On the pavilion of Lingyun Hall, the suzerains and elders of Tianming Sword Sect stood up solemnly, and the suzerains and patriarchs on the left and right sides calmed down and stood there in a row, with a huge aura The people standing in the middle are all the core figures of the Tianming Sword Sect, and there are many unfamiliar faces among them.

How can you see their true faces on weekdays, but now they are still standing together, and all the disciples on the square immediately bowed in the direction of the Lingyun Hall.

At this moment, a silver-haired old man on the side of the third floor took a step forward. Chu Lang recognized Mei Yuling's master, that is, Chu Lang's master-uncle Mo Rong. Chu Lang had only seen her once in Qianya Peak all these years. , it seems that her seniority is very high, having her to preside over this martial arts competition, it is true that the Tianming Sword Party attaches great importance to this martial arts competition.

Mo Rong looked around at the countless disciples below, and said loudly: "Tianming Sword Sect's martial arts competition, let's start!"

The clear and high-pitched voice went straight to the clouds, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time. As her words fell, the sound of the bells and tripods rang again.

A beautiful figure flew up from the third floor of the Lingyun Hall and flew over the Sword Dance Square.Many disciples below recognized Mo Rong's beloved apprentice Mei Yuling, and they were even more jubilant, especially the female disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, who were even more charming. Things.

Chu Lang looked at Mei Yuling in the void, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. That charming woman unexpectedly came to the small yard for no reason and beat him so cruelly. She almost died of torture. Thinking of this, Chu Lang Just annoyed in my heart, I must teach her a good lesson in the next day.

Mei Yuling flew slowly across the Sword Dance Square and came to a high raised wooden frame next to the big stele. At some point, she had a sword in her hand, and looked solemnly at the many disciples below.

The male disciples of other sects and families looked at the beautiful and noble but frosty Mei Yuling obsessively, and they all had a heart to please and pursue, and the female disciples were even more jealous. Above, steal the show.

"Tianming Sword Ceremony, Sword Dance Ceremony, get up!" Mo Rong's voice came from the pavilion again.

As the sound spread, many disciples below found a good position to pull out the sabers in their hands, and Mei Yuling on the wooden frame let out a coquettish snort.

"rise……"

The 36-way basic sword of the Tianming Sword Sect was slowly unfolded, and more than 1000 disciples below followed and slowly demonstrated the 36 swords of the Tianming Sword Sect. Watching all this solemnly.

Disciples from other sects and families participating in the competition originally wanted to dance swords together, but for disciples who were not from the Tianming Sword Sect, everyone's hands were messed up, but they also imitated the posture of Mei Yuling above.

The Tianming Sword Sect specially set up places for some people on the second floor of the Lingyun Hall, and the open space around the Sword Dance Square to wait and observe. Zhang Yue, Xiang Ye and others also set up places around the Sword Dance Square Looking down from the rocks.

Tianming Sword School's 36 swords are the basic swordsmanship, and the moves are not many and not simple. After completing a set of swordsmanship, it will take a long time to go back.

"Receive." With Mei Yuling's sound breaking the peaceful sword dancing square, the sword dancing ceremony came to an end.

Mei Yuling flew back to the pavilion on the third floor of the Lingyun Hall again, and Mo Rong connected very skillfully, and spoke again: "This year's martial arts competition has officially started, and all disciples are looking for the competition ring that they belong to according to the number of cards drawn, waiting for the referee. Arrange, all scattered."

The sword dancing square in Tianming Hall suddenly became boiling again.