Discussing swords, striving for the throne, the four poles bear the sword stone.

After completing a set of procedures, take off!

He was looking forward to it.

"There are still people who haven't arrived yet." Wu Wu whispered beside him.

"They abstained?" Ye Tiance's eyes turned cold.

"coming."

Wu Wu pointed in one direction.

There, a total of more than a dozen people appeared.

The leader was a stunning woman in a black dress. Although she was young, she was very courageous. She led a group of people directly to the high platform!

"hehe."

Ye Tiance and Wu Wu looked at each other, then took the Sixth Sword Master 'Yao Manxue' and stopped them together.

Yao Manxue is a woman wearing an icy blue sword robe, with a frosty face and a strong chill. She is Yao Qingqian's sister.

"stop!"

The three of them stopped in front of everyone in Jiange.

"Zhao Xuanran, don't be so presumptuous!" Wu Wu roared, glaring at the woman in black skirt.

"Am I being presumptuous?" Zhao Xuanran's eyes were filled with frost. "You let outsiders sit on the throne of Master Qinghun and trample on them with the face of Qinghun's ancestors. How dare you call me presumptuous?"

"Shut up!" Ye Tiance gave her an indifferent look.

"Little brat, what do you know? This is Mr. Fan from Wanjianhai. Even if your father can still stand up, you have to bend down and salute when you see him, you know?" Yao Manxue, the Sixth Sword Master, sneered.

"If he stands up, he will first chop off the heads of you three shameless dogs!"

Zhao Xuanran clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deeply into his flesh, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Give up the position of headmaster to outsiders!

More than 800 people knelt down!

Is this still the unyielding Green Soul Sword Cultivator?

Seeing the self-righteous faces of the three people in front of them, everyone in Jiangge felt angry.

This is humiliating!

The elders of the seven sword peaks all have positions.

Only the honorable seats in the Jiange Pavilion were reserved for guests.

There is a guest seat at Wending Mountain, just opposite the high platform.

How can I, a guest, sit down as the host?

The Eight Swords have been honorable since ancient times. The Eight Swords have strengths and weaknesses, but no distinction is made between high and low.

Now, these three people are going to push Jiange to the guest seat!

"The master is unconscious and the sword master is in power. This is a joint decision of the seven sword masters. Those who cause trouble will be killed!"

After Ye Tiance finished speaking, he turned around and flicked his sleeves without looking back.

Wu Wu glared at everyone in the Jiange and said with a ferocious smile: "Don't forget what happened the day before yesterday. It's still too late to temporarily withdraw from the aspiration and disband the Jiange. Once the aspiration begins, life or death is not up to you!"

After saying that, he and the sarcastic Yao Manxue walked away together.

"Xiaoran!"

Grandpa Qin quickly grabbed the woman in black skirt, his eyes were pale, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"Under today's situation, I have to bow my head! Only by holding on for a breath can Jiange survive for another year..."

How much unwillingness, hatred, and anger were all extinguished by this sentence like ice water.

That's right.

I have to bow my head!

If you can vent your anger, who wouldn't?

But, look back at the eight young disciples behind you!

The anger you exhale will turn into a sword and strike them.

They are young and hesitant, knowing that they will escape death, but they are still willing to stand here to extend the life of Jiange and leave a way home for the deceased.

Why bother hurting them?

Zhao Xuanran's clenched jade fists were suddenly released.

"good……"

She pursed her red lips, lowered her head, smiled bitterly, and her eyes became much darker.

She subconsciously reached out and touched her waist.

It's a pity that I didn't bring any wine today.

Thinking of wine...

Just reminds me of someone!

She looked back blankly.

Behind the crowd, the young man in white was looking at her.

When their eyes met, he smiled slightly.

This relaxed, natural and calm smile suddenly seemed like sunshine shining into her gloomy heart.

In the vast human world, even Qinghun, the place where evil spirits are purged, is now filled with evil spirits.

However, this young man is like a green lotus in the mud.

White clothes are not stained, and the heart is as pure as dust.

Zhao Xuanran didn't know that many people on the First Sword Peak, the Third Sword Peak, and the Sixth Sword Peak were also eyeing the young man in white.

"This is the stupid green sword head of Jiange!"

"It is said that he is forced to become a disciple of the headmaster. How ridiculous is he? He is a low-grade headmaster disciple of the Light Shaking Sword Soul?"

"No matter who comes across him in a while, he will be destroyed immediately, understand?"

"If you want to help the Jiange Tower collapse, why don't you see if your hands and feet are strong enough? Can you withstand the chop?"

"hehe……"

"I heard that he stole the first place on the road to heaven from the peerless immortal talent of the First Sword Peak. It's best to give him to Jiang Yue to kill him himself."

The remaining second, fourth, fifth, and seventh sword peaks are much quieter, and some have no desires or desires.

"Discuss the sword immediately!"

Hearing this, all the disciples who participated in the competition were beating wildly in their hearts.

The exciting battle begins soon.

At Jiange, Grandpa Qin also gave final warnings to the eight disciples who participated in the battle.

"Remember what I said? As soon as you get on the sword fighting stage, no matter who you meet, you will give up the fight immediately." Grandpa Qin said.

To give up the war is to surrender!

"Yes." Cai Maomao, Qin Tong and others nodded, unwillingly.

"Children! In the past three years, the first two championships, too many children have died in order to compete for the dignity of this sword pavilion. There are only eight of you left in the sword pavilion. Today, grandpa does not want to give away the white-haired people to the black-haired people..."

Grandpa Qin's voice was sad.

As long as it participates in the war, Jiange can live for one year.

Fight or not, you will be at the bottom, so why risk your life?

If you give up the fight as soon as you get up there, you still have a way to survive.

"Especially you, Yun Xiao, did you hear that?" Grandpa Qin said seriously.

Yun Xiao was looking at the dazzling four-pole sword bearing stone and didn't respond for a long time.

"Yun Xiao?" Grandpa Qin emphasized his tone.

"Ah! Okay, okay." Yun Xiao nodded quickly, "I will definitely take them all."

"What? I asked you to give up the fight as soon as you go up." Grandpa Qin glared.

"No problem, I give up the fight every time." Yun Xiao said.

"Every time..." Cai Maomao said with shame, "Junior Brother Yun, you can only give up once."

"Oh, I understand!" Yun Xiao nodded.
To be continued...