Bluestone Square.

A sallow-faced Qingyun disciple held a long sword and knocked a young man holding a tiger-headed sword to the ground.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly exclaimed loudly.

"Okay! Good fight!"

"Senior Brother Huang, fuck him to death!"

"Little brutal, don't look at what this place is. If you dare to come here to play wild, you might as well go back and practice for two more years!"

When Mo Qingshan and Cheng Qianshan arrived, they happened to see this scene.

Seeing that his disciples were at the upper hand, he also became leisurely in the early stages of rapid steps. However, Xu You, the eldest elder of the outer sect, walked up and scolded his disciples:

"What's the trouble?"

"They are visiting from afar. Even if they say a few bad words, they won't take action.

If it is spread, outsiders might say that their disciples are useless, and that our Qingyun Sect will bully people by relying on the outstanding disciples. Isn’t this hurting our family’s harmony?

Huang Yuan, don’t apologize to others.”

"Come on, little brother, get up quickly, are you injured? Alas, your senior brother Huang is not serious in normal times. If you hurt you, how can I explain to Wuhumen?"

After saying something, his disciples didn't feel wronged yet, but the deputy leader of the Wuhu Sect team was dark and black.

Seeing that Xu You wanted to continue talking, he scolded his defeated disciple:

"Why don't you get up quickly, it's embarrassing!"

Then he bowed to Mo Qingshan and Cheng Qianshan and said:

"Tan San, the deputy leader of the Wuhu Sect, has met Sect Master Mo."

Mo Qingshan replied, "You are welcome to be polite by the Lord Tan."

Tan San said: "My disciple's skills were itchy just now, and he had a conflict with the disciples of Master Mo for a while. I hope Master Mo will not be surprised."

"It's okay, as long as Master Tan doesn't feel at a loss."

Mo Qingshan smiled and said.

Tan San's face turned darker again.

At this time, Liu Yun, the deputy head of Liuyun Sect who came with him, spoke.

"Since today is a happy day for Qingyun Sect, it is rare that our sects are getting together again. Why not take advantage of today and send a few disciples to discuss and learn from each other, which can be regarded as a way to help the Qingyun Sect's century-old celebration."

Liu Yun is a middle-aged beauty with a dignified temperament, wearing a long green dress, and is dazzling, but the long sword of autumn water in her hand adds a little bit of sharpness.

At this moment, a rough and wild bald man led a group of black-clothed disciples with the same fierce temperament to the mountain, and shouted loudly from a distance.

"What are everyone talking about? Don't forget me, Zhao Dahu."

The person who came was Zhao Dahu, the deputy leader of the Wuyi Gang.

At this point, all the gangs and sects near the three counties of Qingyun were present. If Qingyun Sect wanted to get out of Qingyun County, the three major sects surrounding it were in a triangular way that could not be avoided.

In recent years, Qingyun Sect has not left Qingyun County. Although it is raising energy, there are also reasons why the three major sects check and balance each other.

"Brother Zhao, we are talking about disciples competing and exchanging martial arts."

When Zhao Dahu approached, Liu Yun was gentle and moved.

Zhao Dahu touched his shiny bald head and laughed:

"How can we lose our Wuyi Gang in the fight? Sect Master Mo, you are the landlord, so you should choose a location and let's start fighting here."

Mo Qingshan had not spoken, but Cheng Qianshan, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and said:

"Bald Zhao, today is a happy day for our Qingyun Sect. If you want to fight, you will be too embarrassed to give us face?!"

"snort!"

When Zhao Dahu saw Cheng Qianshan appear, he seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but touch his bald head hatefully.

"Old man Cheng, our children in the world are just judging their superiority by their fists and feet. Since you Qingyun Sect dare to open the door to welcome guests, are you scared?

If you say the word "fear", I, Zhao Dahu, promise that all the disciples of our Wuyi Gang will behave properly today and will not cause any trouble for you Qingyun Sect."

"Gangmaster Zhao was joking. Did Qingyun Sect ever be afraid of others? It's just that today's happy day, if you move a sword, see blood, and hurt all the disciples, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Xu You, the elder of the outer sect, stepped forward to persuade him at the right time.

However, this persuasion is provocative.

Zhao Dahu's face turned dark and he said:

"Everyone is a person who licks blood from the edge of the knife. How valuable is his body? Even if he loses his life, his skills are inferior to others. We have nothing to say.

Master Mo, would you Qingyun Sect continue to refuse like this?"

Mo Qingshan finally nodded:

"Then let the disciples discuss and everyone clicked until they were done."

"Haha, this is the momentum of Qingyun's sword. I heard that a genius disciple recently appeared, and he was accepted by Master Mo as a closed disciple.

It just so happens that there is a little guy in my gang who is incompetent, so let them both take the lead."

Zhao Dahu's picture is revealed.

Mo Qingshan and Cheng Qianshan looked at each other and thought to themselves.

Here comes!

Since they invited the three major sects to come, they were not afraid of challenges. Everything just now was just an excuse.

Since they are going to fight, then defeat them!

Everything is done according to the established plan.

"Go and call Xu Wu."

Mo Qingshan ordered a disciple behind him.

The people from the three sects followed Mo Qingshan to a martial arts performance platform set up in advance.

This was used by Qingyun’s disciples to perform martial arts and repay the kindness of guests from all over the world, and also used by Qingyun to congratulate him.

Now it's just for a competition.

Not many.

A young man with a cold expression and a thin figure was invited over.

"Xu Wu, these disciples of uncles and uncles want to compete with you, so you can go up and work with them."

Mo Qingshan is extremely satisfied with his closed disciple.

Not only is he first-class martial arts talent, the key is that he also has a innocent heart, devoted himself to martial arts and is not moved by external things.

Since he was accepted as a closed disciple, many people have wanted to make friends with him, but he has turned a deaf ear and only immersed in his martial arts world.

Such a person is most suitable to become his successor.

In this world, the fist is the king of the king and the sword is the dominant one. Only absolute force can intimidate the little one and protect the safety of the sect.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to be human and worldly, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to manage it. His existence is just a magic needle for stabilizing the sea.

Maybe he is not suitable to become the leader in the future, but as long as he exists for one day, Qingyun's reputation will exist for one day.

Xu Wu heard this and walked onto the martial arts stage.

He was wearing a mysterious robe. The breeze blew up the hem of his clothes, holding a long sword in his hand, his expression calmly, as if even the sky fell, it would not alarm him at all.

But what he said at the next moment made the whole field burst into tears.

"I still have to practice martial arts. I'm in a hurry. You guys can go there together!"
Chapter completed!