The woman in white smiled and said with a smile: "The importance of today is self-evident. I hope that the disciples of all sects can do their best. Your Majesty is looking forward to your performance."

As soon as this said, the audience exclaimed,

This ten meetings are indeed extraordinary, and even His Majesty Yuanzong is so concerned.

The disciples also raised their eyebrows slightly. His Majesty Yuanzong swept across Liuhe at a young age and established the Tang Dynasty in troubled times. It was the object of worship by all young people.

His Majesty Yuanzong will pay attention to the first victory and the third league of each tenth session, but this year he specifically mentioned that he obviously pays special attention to this session. Moreover, there are seven of the ten generals in the capital, which naturally highlights the difference from the previous session.

Cui Weiming knew what was different today. He guessed that Yuanzong wanted to show the strength of the Central Plains to the Demonic Way and the World, so he couldn't help but look at the heavenly generals.

Several gods who knew him smiled and greeted him.

The woman in white continued, "Today, she still uses the method of drawing lots and taking turns competing swords. If you don't say much, the sword meeting will officially begin."

Xunmu came to the venue and carried a wooden box in his hand.

The woman in white smiled at him and handed the venue to him.

Feng Xiaohan suddenly asked, "Who is that woman in white? It seems that most of the ten meetings are hosted by her."

Everyone has long wanted to ask this question. Those who can preside over the ten sects will either have a high position and a high power to convince everyone; or they will be unique in this field and have extraordinary luck.

But no matter how hard this young woman looks, she doesn't look like an old minister in the court or a strong practitioner.

Cui Weiming said: "She is Mo Wangyou."

Hearing this name, the disciples almost exclaimed, and even He Xirou raised her eyebrows.

Feng Xiaohan thought for a long time and confirmed that he had never heard of this name.

"Although she is not famous, she is Mo Xiaoyao's daughter and is also the disciple of one of the Five Saints. Her name is Mo Wangyou."

He Xirou explained: "He is a person who can be compared with the martial arts Changkuang and the hunter Mo Qi. He is recognized in the world of cultivation that is most likely to become the next generation of Ling Xiao and even the saints, so of course he can preside over the ten meetings."

Feng Xiaohan nodded and asked, "What is her cultivation level now?"

Cui Weiming shook his head gently, saying that he couldn't see it either.

Feng Xiaohan asked again: "Who is better than her?"

All the disciples looked over and obviously wanted to know the answer.

Cui Weiming smiled and said, "Now, I am a little more powerful, but in time, maybe she will be stronger."

Cha Yixiao slapped his thigh and laughed, "That's natural."

The disciples rolled their eyes. There were probably not many people who were so confident.

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Xunmu took out two notes from the box, looked at the name on it, and whispered: "Yiya Temple Xuanqing, Renyan Sect Liang Jiuye!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately cheered up.

The sword meeting has left thirty-two people, all of whom are rare sword geniuses.

After yesterday's sword-making, any of them could attract everyone's attention. This is a recognition of the young genius.

Feng Xiaohan fought with Liang Jiuye, and knew that the other party was powerful.

But at this time he was more interested in the little monk.

Xuanqing's eyes were gentle and smiled, just like a young monk who had been reciting in a mountain temple and had never seen the world. The childishness between his eyebrows and eyes was covered by a Zen meaning. The sun shone on his clean face, reflecting a gentle luster. It makes people feel comfortable when they raise their hands and feet, and they want to get close to them. It is hard to imagine that he had such an accomplishment in Buddhism at such a young age.

Liang Jiuye was dressed in black, holding a sword in his right hand, and gently pinching the sword technique in his left hand, and performing a sword salute.

Xuanqing also put his hands together and returned the Buddhist rituals.

Feng Xiaohan has just arrived in front of the human world. The Six Buddhas of Yiya Temple are as famous as the seven gate disciples of Changming Sect, as well as the Nine Fairies in Wangyue Pavilion, the Eight gate disciples of Renyan Sect, etc.

Among those geniuses, the Six Buddha Children in Yiya Temple seemed extremely mysterious, because they never walked in the world and had few stories left in the world of practice.

But as long as you go to Yiya Temple in the early morning or evening, you can see them when they sweeping the floor and chanting scriptures.

Monks do not care about false reputations. They occasionally appear in various sects of the Tao or the ten meetings, just to verify their own practice. Once they achieve their goals, they will resign. Therefore, their ranking is not outstanding.

So many people have heard of the name of the Six Buddhas, but few people know them.

It is rare for Xuanqing to fight all the way here.

But this also means that even though he hits here, he still has not fully verified the sword skills he has learned!

Everyone remembers it very clearly that he defeated a closed disciple of Renyan Sect yesterday.

"In other words, even the closed disciples of Renyan Sect were unable to let him use his full strength?"

Feng Xiaohan looked at the scene and said, "I want to meet him."

Dongfang Yu smiled bitterly and said, "It's not just you, but I believe many people want to see the Zen Buddhism in Xiayiya Temple, but they always quit halfway, and they can't find it."

He Xirou looked at Feng Xiaohan and said, "If Liang Jiuye is really as you said that day, there are many hidden means, maybe this is his last one."

Feng Xiaohan said, "What a pity."

Cha Yixiao nodded and said, "What a pity."

While everyone was talking, Xuan Qing took out a wooden sword from his sleeve and looked at the other party, as if inviting him to take action.

Liang Jiuye looked at the wooden sword and couldn't help but fall into silence.

Although I had seen it yesterday, he finally confirmed it when he was close to it.

Not a thousand-year-old mahogany,

It is not a hundred years of woven mulberry trees,

Not careful crafting,

That is to use a wooden sword that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

It can be sold in a country shop for a few cents.

Even the ice sword he used when he first entered the mountain gate was stronger than this.

Compared with the sharp sword in his hand, this wooden sword cannot even be regarded as a toy.

But that's the sword,

But he won one of his junior brothers.

Thinking of these things, with a clang, Liang Jiuye's long sword was unsheathed and then inserted it to the ground.

He held the scabbard and looked at the other party and said, "You are using a wooden sword. I will not bully you, I will only use a scabbard to fight you."

This action won the favor of many people, and even the generals showed praise in their eyes.

Even the scabbard is much stronger than the opponent's wooden sword, but at least it narrows the gap in weapons.

Fair fight, no matter win or lose, it is open and upright.

This is the sword cultivator's unyielding sword bone.

Lou Tingyu nodded slightly, approving Liang Jiuye's behavior.

Cha Yixiao curled his lips and cursed in a low voice: "It's too late to show off and regret it later."

Seeing this, the young monk Xuanqing bowed slightly and said slowly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am here to prove the swordsmanship. The swordsmanship is more like a practice for me. I also ask the donor to give me a fortune and use an iron sword."

If it were someone else, Cha Yixiao would definitely say it again, but it didn't.

Because the little monk's voice was gentle and elegant, his tone was slow, but very convincing,

Monks do not lie,

That's how he really thought!
Chapter completed!