Chapter 47 No Front

Chapter 47 Wu Feng

Hu Daoxin had just privately asked Senior Sister Gu Paner, who said that she had beaten Ye Xiaochuan violently at the Siguo Cliff in the back mountain the night before, and Ye Xiaochuan had no ability to fight back. Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan was not within Hu Daoxin's sight at all. She also wanted to retain some strength. After all, she would meet Sun Yao in the second round. Even if she did not win, she could not lose too badly to Sun Yao.

A white-bearded elder walked onto the stage. Ye Xiaochuan saw that it was Uncle Yang who had signed up. He immediately smiled and greeted Uncle Yang.

Elder Yang had a good relationship with Ye Xiaochuan's master, Zui Daoren. They often drank together and were quite familiar with Ye Xiaochuan.

He coughed and said, "Junior Brother Xiaochuan, Junior Brother Daoxin, we are all from the same clan. Fight to a certain extent. Don't hurt each other's life or destroy each other's cultivation foundation."

Obviously, he said this to Hu Daoxin. He also knew that Ye Xiaochuan didn't have a good network of people in Cangyun Sect. This can be seen from the countless disciples who surrounded him and wanted to see Ye Xiaochuan being beaten.

Hu Daoxin said, "Uncle Yang, I know my limits. He won't die, but I can't guarantee whether he will lose his arms and legs."

Elder Yang shook his head with a wry smile and shrugged at Ye Xiaochuan, indicating that I can only help you here. You can only take care of yourself from now on.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't have much practical experience. When he was at a low level, he had basically no power to resist after being caught stealing things, and was used as a soft punching bag by his senior brothers and sisters.

Since he reached the realm of flying in the sky and truly entered the ranks of cultivators, the only actual combat experience he had was the cat-and-mouse game played by Yun Qiyou and him on the cliff of Siguo Cliff the night before. However, that time only increased his combat experience in body and footwork. He had no experience in real combat between cultivators.

As the saying goes, it is better to lose the battle than the battle. Ye Xiaochuan is well aware of this. Even though he was unsure and extremely nervous at the moment, he did not show it on his face. He had a calm expression that said, "I am the best in the world and I will definitely win."

Hu Daoxin had wanted to teach Ye Xiaochuan a lesson for a long time, but he had never had the chance. He did not expect that he had drawn a good lot and met this guy in the first round and the first game.

Although she was not as beautiful as her senior sister, she was also beautiful and graceful. She was still one of the best beauties in Cangyun Sect. Perhaps because of the influence of her senior sister Gu Paner, almost all of Jingxuan's female disciples prefer the fire-attributed immortal sword magic weapon, and Hu Daoxin is no exception.

The cultivator and the magic weapon are in harmony with each other. Generally, people with wood-attributed magic weapons have a more easygoing personality. People with earth-attributed magic weapons are more stable and good at defense. As for the fire-attributed magic weapons, basically everyone has a hot personality and is good at attacking.

Hu Daoxin slowly pulled out a fairy sword in her hand, which was red and filled with rosy clouds. Although it was not as good as the burning sword in her senior sister Gu Paner's hand, it was definitely not an ordinary product.

Hu Daoxin looked down at the fairy sword in her hand and said slowly: "This sword is called Lingzhuo. It is made of pure yang essence, integrated into the North Sea black iron, and cast for 7749 days to form a sword body. Please show your magic weapon."

Ye Xiaochuan's magic weapon was naturally the Wufeng sword he got from the Siguo Cliff.

He took out Wufeng from his arms, and with a thought, in full view of the crowd, the Wufeng hilt suddenly flashed with green light, and the three-foot sword body suddenly appeared. The sword body was covered with ancient inscriptions and patterns, and a sense of vicissitudes came over them.

Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a strange magic weapon.

At this moment, Yun Qiyou frowned suddenly and looked down. He saw that the Zhan Chen in his hand suddenly seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and it was buzzing and trembling non-stop, as if it was about to break out of the sheath.

Yun Qiyou was shocked and hurriedly suppressed the trembling Zhan Chen with his true power. After a while, the Zhan Chen Sword finally stopped.

This was the second time that the Zhan Chen Sword had moved in a few months. The last time was in Qingluan Pavilion, and the Zhan Chen Sword also trembled suddenly without any warning.

Yun Qiyou and Zhan Chen were connected by blood. This time, she clearly felt that the ancient sword that had been silent for thousands of years seemed to come alive, as if there was a force around to stimulate the sword.

At the same time, Ye Xiaochuan on the stage also felt that something was wrong with Wufeng in his hand today. If he hadn't held the hilt of Wufeng tightly, Wufeng would have gone out long ago. It seemed that some force was attracting it.

After a while, the abnormality of Wufeng disappeared. He looked down at Wufeng in his hand in surprise and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you today? Are you excited or afraid? In any case, this fight is inevitable. You must not let me down at this time! Please, please!"

Outside the hall, near the white marble guardrail, everyone noticed Ye Xiaochuan's strange sword, but Yao Xiaofu, who had been looking at the Xunwei stage, noticed it.

Her eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a hint of surprise, and she said, "Wu Feng?"

After saying that, she looked at the drunk Taoist beside her and said, "Drunk, you are really generous. You passed Wu Feng to this child. It seems that the resurgence of Cang Yun Sect is unstoppable. Zhan Chen and Wu Feng were born together, and both were in the hands of the younger generation of disciples. It's really surprising."

The drunk Taoist was confused and said, "Wu Feng? What Wu Feng?"

Yao Xiaofu was slightly stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on her soft and beautiful face again, as if this time she was more surprised than seeing Wu Feng born.

The strange sword has no edge, and the sword shadow is invisible. Cut off the thoughts and cut the dust, and the love is heartless.

The two ancient swords, Wufeng and Zhanchen, were the magic weapons of the Invisible Sword God and the Duan Nian Fairy more than 6,000 years ago. The time was so long that even a human master of cultivation like Zui Dao Ren had never heard of the name of Wufeng Sword.

Yao Xiaofu was a descendant of the Sky Fox lineage. She had a long life span and had lived for thousands of years. She knew some ancient magic weapons and magic weapons, so she, like Xiaochi, recognized the magic sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand at a glance. It was the Nine Heavens Magic Weapon Wufeng that had been lost in the world for more than 6,000 years.

Four thousand years ago, Cang Yunzi, the first generation ancestor of Cang Yun Sect, got Zhanchen from nowhere. Since then, Zhanchen has become one of the three great magic weapons of Cang Yun Sect. For thousands of years, the world only knew Zhanchen, and few people knew about Wufeng, who had been entangled with Zhanchen for thousands of years.

Seeing Yao Xiaofu's strange expression, the drunk Taoist was surprised and asked, "Is the Wufeng Sword very powerful?"

Yao Xiaofu shook his head slightly, thinking to himself that this Wufeng Sword did not seem to be collected by the Cangyun Sect, but seemed to be obtained by Ye Xiaochuan accidentally. Even the drunk Taoist did not know the true appearance of Wufeng. If he told him now that Wufeng was as famous as Zhanchen, he would probably bring some unnecessary trouble to Ye Xiaochuan.

However, the head of the Cangyun Sect, Yu Jizi, who was sitting on a chair watching the battle behind him, now looked at the sword in the hands of the young man on the Xunwei stage.

Yu Jizi slowly stood up, his heart was in turmoil, and a voice was shouting wildly: "Wufeng! The strange sword has no edge, and the sword shadow is invisible. Cut off thoughts and cut dust, and love is heartless. Does Wufeng really exist?"