Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 660 It Is Completely A World Of Young People
No wonder Mr. Qin is so old now.

In the sword competition back then, the competition was simply about age, if it was the level where the oldest person was sixty.

The comprehension and strength of Huaxia Martial Dao are even stronger and profound.

Of course, this sentence may be useless to those proud of heaven.

But this rule keeps those young talents out.

Wu Xuan frowned slightly, this rule is indeed not appropriate, but now why are young people participating again?

Could it be that the host of the sword competition didn't know that young people had no chance of winning against a decades-old monster?

Elder Qin seemed to see through Wu Xuan's mind, smiled lightly, and explained to him: "As you expected, the rules of this competition have been directly changed to the age must be under 30 years old."

Only then did Wu Xuan feel relieved because this would allow young people like him to shine.

After all, Huaxia Martial Arts is different now, it is completely dominated by young people.

Through today's observation, Wu Xuan also discovered how powerful the disciples cultivated in these sects are.

Each is as elusive as a freak.

Just like Wu Qiankun.

After the trial between the handshakes, the opponent's strength is not inferior to his own.

Elder Qin looked around, and he was amazed by this.

It has been 70 years since he participated in the sword competition.

He raised his head, his deep eyes seemed to be able to contain the light of stars: "The night sky back then was also so bright."

Wu Xuan asked: "Old Qin, can you tell me about your past."

He was very curious about what happened to Mr. Qin back then, and what kind of posture he used to set foot on the top of Mount Hua.

After all, he wanted to set foot on that majestic platform, just like old Qin back then.

This top of Huashan Mountain is not an ordinary platform, and the more profound meaning is to win the heart of every Chinese martial arts expert.

The discussion of swords in Huashan will definitely become an extremely shocking scene in everyone's heart.

Just like the old Qin back then, he is still the object of discussion and the opponent that many people are chasing.

Elder Qin smiled helplessly: "The past passes by like clouds and smoke, there is nothing to mention."

Immediately, he looked at Wu Xuan who looked hopeful, quite helplessly: "Alright, since I have nothing else to do, I'll tell you about what happened back then."

He took Wu Xuan to find an open space to sit down.

After bathing in the moonlight, he immediately began to tell the story of that year.

"When I first set foot on Mount Hua, Master brought me here." Elder Qin said with a smile.

"Grandfather, is he here for this sword competition?" Wu Xuan asked curiously.

Elder Qin couldn't laugh or cry: "Who knows, if the old man is not dead, he will definitely come."

Wu Xuan nodded, and continued to listen to Elder Qin's story about the past.

He was very curious about this master, what kind of existence would a strong man of the same generation as Lonely Aotian be.

He believed that being able to educate a strong man like Mr. Qin would definitely not be as hopeless as Lonely Aotian.

Old Qin shook his head: "It's just that I was not as lucky as you back then. Master sent me here, but then disappeared without a trace, leaving me alone until I aspire to the top of Huashan Mountain."

Wu Xuan could understand what it was like to participate in Huashan Discussion of Swords alone.

Lonely and alone, looking at the countless strong men beside him, it is inevitable that I will be excited and depressed in my heart.

If it wasn't for Elder Qin being with him, maybe Wu Xuan was still in a state of nervous crankiness.

Elder Qin smiled, and the past events of the year were all in his mind, and he was greatly moved.

"Back then, Murong Xixue and Zhao Jingwei were still opponents. We fought a lot in the sword competition, but our relationship was relatively deep at that time. In the final battle, Zhao Jingwei lost half a stroke to me. It should have been The position of No.2, but this guy let Murong Xixue take the position."

Wu Xuan clicked his tongue again and again, otherwise how can he say that the power of love is great.

Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties.

The original Qin Lao was tyrannical and invincible, but Baji Sanren and Qin Lao were almost the same.

Presumably Murong Xiqin is by no means an opponent, but because of Baji Sanren's hidden love for him, the current ranking has been created.

Elder Qin said: "The three of us defeated all our opponents and stood in this position to preserve the reputation of our sect. The ranking of Huaxia Martial Arts came out. I represent the number one in Longmen, Murong Xixue The Phoenix Sect represented is second, and the Dao Sect represented by Zhao Jingwei is the third."

This ranking lasted for 70 years.

Now with the arrival of the sword competition, those quiet sects are boiling again. They are not willing to be at the end of the martial arts, but they are eyeing the position of the upper three sects.

I want to tear down the current upper three sects and achieve a new upper three sect status.

Everyone wants to become the pinnacle existence of Chinese martial arts, but the upper three sects have profound backgrounds, so how can they be easily squeezed out.

Wu Xuan curled his lips. As the son of Longmen, he would absolutely not allow Longmen to be squeezed out of the third position, and he even wanted to sit firmly on the No.1 throne.

Elder Qin sighed deeply. The three of them were all in their 50s when they participated in the competition, but in a blink of an eye, all of them became old.

He patted Wu Xuan on the shoulder: "The current Longmen is all on your shoulders, do you feel that your burden is heavy?"

Wu Xuan nodded seriously, he didn't want to lie: "Even so, this heavy burden is the driving force for my growth!"

"Good boy, I really saw the right person." Elder Qin laughed.

Wu Xuan stood up with a determined expression: "This top of Mount Hua... I am determined!"

He pulled out the Longquan sword abruptly and asked, "Old Qin, can I practice swordsmanship here?"

Elder Qin nodded slightly: "Of course."

"it is good!"

Feeling heroic in his heart, Wu Xuan began to act in the Sword Discourse Valley under the night.

When the sharp edge of the Longquan sword rubbed against the air, it gave off a piercing whistling sound, as if tearing the air, which was extremely shocking.

The Eight Forms of Longquan Swordsmanship are in Wu Xuan's hands, although he has integrated them thoroughly.

But Wu Xuan knew that he still needed more training, and when he used the Longquan sword like his right hand and right arm, he would be truly successful.

He had seen with his own eyes how powerful Lonely Aotian was when he wielded the Longquan sword, and no one dared to block it.

He was terrified, and even a little bit of loneliness and pride could split himself into two pieces.

Naturally, Lonely and Aotian is the legendary number one swordsman in China, an unborn old monster.

Wu Xuan didn't want to be as good at tempering the Longquan sword as he was, at least he had to use it skillfully.

After using the Longquan sword technique, Wu Xuanruo felt it, but it was not profound.

Practicing in this very quiet Valley of Discourse on Swords seems to be a decisive battle with a tyrannical opponent, and he can see the silhouette of the opponent in the distance.

After finishing using the Longquan sword technique, Wu Xuan instantly switched to the dragon scale blood dagger, and slashed out at an extremely fast speed.

(End of this chapter)