Online Game: The Strongest Killing System

Lin Wenhao was interested. He hadn't heard Chen Sixin comment on who was famous.

"Is there anything extraordinary about Longyuan?"

Chen Sixin was a little surprised and said, "Young Master Lin, you don't know Long Yuan's reputation?"

"Haha, brother, why did you forget?"

"I am a person of asceticism, this is the first time I am walking outside."

Lin Wenhao said with a smile.

Chen Sixin said awkwardly: "I almost forgot."

During the conversation with Lin Wenhao just now, Chen Sixin confirmed that Lin Wenhao's attainments in martial arts were astonishing. Chen Sixin did not dare to confirm the specific cultivation level, but the other party must be a master or above.

Chatting with Lin Wenhao for a long time in the way of communicating with seniors, Chen Sixin almost forgot that Lin Wenhao is not yet 25 years old.

"Ahem." Chen Sixin cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Did you see the steel whip in Longyuan's hand?"

"Longyuan has 36 ghost whips, and he is also proficient in swordsmanship and saber techniques. Longyuan's record is very good."

"Among the masters present today, Long Yuan can be ranked among the top five."

"And the steel whip in Long Yuan's hand breaks the sharp blade, basically it will break if it touches it three times."

Lin Wenhao opened his eyes wide and said, "So powerful?"

Chen Sixin nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, Longyuan wounded a disciple of Youshui Yage, and that's why he became enmity with Feng Hanshui."

Lin Wenhao raised his brows and said, "Since Long Yuan is so powerful, how can he be injured?"

Chen Sixin had an expression on his face that you know. He pointed to his lower body and said, "He hit here."

Immediately felt pain in the egg, Lin Wenhao sighed, what a ruthless person.

Lin Wenhao didn't ask about the grievances between Youshui Yage and Huailong Mountain. He chatted with Chen Sixin, and more than 10 minutes passed.

The big schools that came one after another include: Jinguang Temple, Feiyun Temple, Cuishong Academy, and Peacock Sword Workshop.

And finally came a celibate old man with white beard and hair, and a Taoist bun on his head.Wearing a soap robe with 7 stars embroidered on it, he looks like an outsider.

The old man carried his hands on his back, and there was a distance of 2 or 3 meters in one step.

When the old man walked to the entrance, the beautiful receptionist bowed to him and then said loudly: "The rotating president, Daoist Qingshan, has arrived!"

With this sound, everyone in the venue stood up and saluted the entrance.

Lin Wenhao had never seen such a posture before. He got up quickly under the urging of Cao Delong and Chen Sixin, but before Lin Wenhao could react, there was a roar like a tsunami.

"Welcome Taoist Priest Qingshan!"

"Welcome Taoist Priest Qingshan!"

"Welcome Taoist Priest Qingshan!"

Seeing everyone around him bowing to Taoist Qingshan, Lin Wenhao looked at Taoist Qingshan with a wry smile.

The two glanced at each other, Taoist Qingshan nodded and smiled at Lin Wenhao.

Then Daoist Qingshan tapped lightly on his feet, and then his whole body floated down to the chairman's position in the stands like a ray of breeze.

"You don't have to be too polite."

Everyone straightened their backs, and then Daoist Qingshan said loudly: "Everyone, please sit down."

After everyone sat down, Daoist Qingshan said again: "Please take your seats."

Afterwards, the leaders of each big faction walked slowly onto the stands in the middle.

The 6 team leaders sat down one by one, and several people in the stands exchanged a few words, and Taoist Master Qingshan spoke.

"Several comrades, let's have a discussion first?"

When he said this, Taoist Qingshan looked around, taking good care of everyone's emotions.

Feng Hanshui cupped his hands to Daoist Qingshan and said, "Daoist Qingshan has spoken, I will obey."

"It's an annual grand event, it's better to let the newcomers communicate first."

The one who spoke was a man in his 30s. This man had delicate features and a thin body, but his eyes were confident and energetic, giving the impression that everything was under his control.

This person is the leader of Cui Song Academy, named Du Kefan.

After Du Kefan's words fell, a charming woman in a blue dress chuckled twice and said.

"Senior Brother Du is right. Those disciples with excess energy have worked hard for this day."

When Du Kefan heard the woman talking, the corners of his eyes twitched, and then he cupped his hands to the woman as an answer. At this moment, his goosebumps fell all over the floor.

The woman who spoke was Shen Feiyan, the team leader of Peacock Sword Workshop. Although she looks beautiful, she is almost 60 years old. Calling Du Kefan a senior is just pretending to be tender.

A female crown wearing a dark blue Taoist robe said to Taoist Qingshan: "All future students follow the orders of Taoist Qingshan."

"Good." The monk clad in cassock clasped his hands together and said.

As for Long Yuan, who was sitting farthest from Feng Hanshui, he seemed to be asleep at the moment, and did not respond to Taoist Qingshan.

Several people in the stands looked at Long Yuan with different expressions, and then Daoist Qingshan said with a smile.

"Then let's get started."

"Which one wants to compete on stage?"

Daoist Qingshan seems to have lifted his true energy, his voice is so loud that even the people sitting at the farthest distance can hear it clearly.

After a brief silence, a man in black and holding a long sword jumped onto the ring.

"Jia Renjie in Xiajiao! I want to compete with a master of swordsmanship!"

After saying this, Jiao Renjie flicked his wrist and immediately unsheathed his long sword.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Jiao Renjie drew his sword in one hand, which immediately aroused the amazement of many people.

"This person's swordsmanship is extraordinary!"

"At such a young age, he is superior to me in terms of swordsmanship... 43 years of life is really in vain."

"Hiss—this man's aura is so strong."

Everyone was discussing, but no one came to the stage to compete with Jiao Renjie.

Jiao Renjie waited and waited for the opponent to come, and he frowned suddenly. Just when he was about to say something, Feng Hanshui from the stands spoke.

"Wan'er."

A girl about 16 or 7 years old came out from the seat of Youshui Accord and responded.

"The disciple is here!"

"Compete your swordsmanship with this Mr. Jiao, and remember not to hurt him."

Feng Hanshui said indifferently, as if the disciple he had selected was already sure of winning.

"Disciple understands!"

Wan'er raised her head, her nimble eyes sparkling with excitement.Afterwards, Wan'er's dress jumped onto the competition stage in no time.

Everyone exclaimed one after another, a little girl like Wan'er is going to face Jiao Renjie?
Looking at Wan'er who was eager to try, Jiao Renjie's expression was a little unsightly, and after a cold snort, Jiao Renjie said.

"Miss Wan'er, be careful."

"My swordsmanship is different from that of ordinary people. Don't blame me if you get hurt by me."

Wan'er said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will make you look better when you lose."

A cold light flashed in Jiao Renjie's eyes, he pulled a sword flower and shouted, "Be careful!"

Then Jiao Renjie rushed towards Wan'er like a bolt of lightning!