The three heads of the family shook their heads at the same time, leaned back to the back of the chair, and sighed:

"well……"

With the attention of everyone, two people were chased in the martial arts field, and they came to an abrupt end.

Hu Yi took a sword and had not stabbed Zuo Lingquan's back, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he found that Zuo Lingquan, who was running away from him, had a scimitar wrapped in black mist drilled out under his armpit.

The scimitar is extremely fast and has a very tricky angle. It does not give any chance to react, and the tip of the knife has reached his throat!

Hu Yi was so shocked that his three souls left the seven souls, forcibly pulled his body, and fixed it before the tip of the knife. The surging true energy in his body was forcibly suppressed, causing Hu Yi's meridians to almost tear apart, and two blood columns flowed out of his nostrils.

"Wow..."

The people around the martial arts field didn't see it clearly. When they saw the tip of the knife suddenly pointed at Hu Yi's throat, they all spoke in surprise.

Zuo Lingquan used a strange posture to support the ground with his left hand, and his right hand took a knife from under the armpit of his left arm, pointing to Hu Yi's throat. At the same time, he also leaned over to avoid the long sword that was about to stab him behind.

Seeing Hu Yi forcibly stopped, Zuo Lingquan stood up and faced Hu Yi, and slightly raised his hat:

"When you take action, you die when you see the tip of the knife, and you don't have a chance to stop."

Hu Yi forced himself to stop and was injured by the sword energy. He looked at the blade in his throat and said:

"What a great style of wind and snow, are you the one who shocked the terrace?"

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were dull:

"Lan Jian."

Hu Yi looked like a disciple from Jingtai. When he went out, he used the sword of Jaime Lin to slash and bully people. It was equivalent to destroying the wind of Jaime Lin's sect. The masters of Jaime Lin discovered that they would be carried with their back collar and go to settle the score with their master.

Although Hu Yi felt that Zuo Lingquan's fighting style was a bit shameless, the sword on Jingtutai was like this. He, a martial artist who left the sect, dared not slander the sword skills of the nine sects. He could only take a step back and bowed:

"Brother Jian is good at sword skills, Hu is convinced."

After saying that, he put away his sword, rubbed his chest and walked down the martial arts field.

The surrounding area of ​​the martial arts venue became quiet and silent.

Zuo Lingquan held his two swords and looked at the two monks who had just stood up during the guests' banquet, and said aloud:

"bring it on."

The two monks were sweating coldly, and they used one and a half tricks to beat Hu Yi. They were simply crushing with technology, and probably didn't consume much. They were weaker than Hu Yi. They didn't look for a fight when they went up, but they nodded to show that they would not fight anymore.

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly and looked at the surrounding corridor:

"Who else is not convinced?!"

The voice is a bit arrogant.

There was a silence around the martial arts field. As long as the monks below the third level were not disciples of the Nine Sects, they would not have beaten the young man in black below. No one dared to come on the stage to ask for a fight.

After waiting for a while, Zuo Lingquan saw that no one was on the stage, he looked at the three heads of the family outside the Jiange.

Qingyun City is going to give it a sword, and it will be the same for anyone to take it.

Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Yinfeng was naturally generous and clapped his hands and said:

"Friends of Taoism are good at it, since no one has responded..."

Zhang Yinfeng stood up:

"Open the Jiange!"
Chapter completed!