Nine Yin True Gold in Marvel

While drinking, Fanchen told Zhongli the story of him and Yu'er, hiding Yu'er's identity...

"It turns out that I'm trapped by love, but there are such infatuated women in the world. It's really enviable." Before Zhongli could reply, several figures appeared next to him...

"...Why are you all here listening to the corner?" It turned out to be the last person alive in the ring, and everyone was basically here.

"You must have heard the whole story... My wife has only lived with me for less than 12 hours." The mortal world roared into the sky!

...Everyone looked sad. Who doesn't have sad things... Everyone was silently immersed in their memories. Zhongli took out a bunch of wine from nowhere and threw it to them!

"Brother Chen, I wonder who my master is?" Young Master Wushuang asked questioningly.

"Dugu Qiubai!" What? Are you a disciple of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai?

No way, Dugu Qiubai has been dead for hundreds of years!

Everyone immediately went into a rage!

"Sure enough, I see that your swordsmanship has some shadows of Dugu's Nine Swords!" Young Master Wu Que added: "Our Huashen Palace has recorded the deeds of senior Dugu! It's really emotional! You can actually see the descendants of the same generation! What a blessing. !”

"It turns out he is a senior disciple of Senior Dugu. We don't know Brother Chen's name!" Everyone said in unison.

"Dugu Fanchen!" It not only means loneliness, but also adds a surname because I have never had a surname! Since you don’t have a surname, then take the surname Dugu after Senior Dugu!

"By the way, brother Chen, where is your sword? Why can't I see my sword but my harp now?" Zhong Licang taught.

"Destroyed in the battle! This time I'm here to draw the sword!" Fanchen said sadly while drinking wine.

"Young hero Chen, he is dead, why should he be so miserable?" Hua Ruoxue saw Fanchen so decadent and was so angry that he refused to fight! I couldn't help but say it!

"You are not me, how can you understand my pain?" Fanchen said without looking back.

"Huh, trash." Hua Ruoxue turned around and left.

……

noon next day

Many heroes from all walks of life came to the martial arts arena. At first glance, they saw a huge sea of ​​people, crowded one after another. The popularity was high, which showed that the sword-drawing battle was prosperous.

On the huge square, the martial arts stage that had been erected became taller and made of waist-thick giant trees. At this moment, there were already a sea of ​​people in front and behind the stage. Under the stage with the largest "doer" seat in the middle, a tall red list several people tall stood up, and lots were drawn one after another.

Fanchen looked at the Tai Chi sign in his hand! Hold the palm of your hand tightly! I thought in my heart: "I must draw my sword!"

Hua Ruoxue looked at the Liangyi lottery in her hand! She turned to look at Fanchen, but Fanchen didn't notice her! Silver teeth were clenched at that moment, and his eyes were filled with fire.

My heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and I couldn't help but lower my head.

"Ruoxue" Master Juechen saw the little girl looking a little strange, so she walked over and called out.

Hua Ruoxue quickly raised her head and responded: "Yes, uncle"

Master Juechen looked at her: "Are you okay?"

Hua Ruoxue quickly shook her head and said, "It's okay, uncle."

Master Juechen glanced at her again and said: "Ruoxue, you are very lucky. You have a bye today, but you still have to watch the competition between all the heroes in the world. This opportunity is very rare and will be of great benefit to you. Got it?" ?”

Hua Ruoxue nodded: "Yes, uncle."

Master Juechen looked at Master Ziyang. Master Ziyang nodded, turned around and walked towards the audience. Everyone followed him and gradually melted into the crowd.

"Dang", a clear sound of bells and tripods came, echoing in the misty sea of ​​white clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits, and the originally noisy square suddenly fell silent.

On the huge stage in the middle, the figures of Yu Xuanzi and Tian Jizi appeared. Master Ziyang took a step forward, looked around at the countless people in the arena, and said loudly: "The competition begins."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, and the sound of the clock and cauldron sounded again. "Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!"

In the first game, Nianluoba Hongling fights against Wudang Yan Changkong.

Yan Changkong jumped up and onto the ring, his figure was quite elegant, and the audience cheered loudly. Fanchen turned around and saw that Master Ziyang was also watching from the audience, with a faint smile on his face, obviously he valued Yan Changkong very much.

A burst of rays of light flashed by, and the long silk ribbon around Hong Ling's waist was already dancing, coming to her side, holding up Hong Ling's slender body, and flying towards the stage like a fairy in the rays of light.

This exposure of his hand was naturally far better than Yan Changkong jumping onto the stage like a monkey, and Hongling was as beautiful as a flower. Most of the audience in the audience, including the Wudang Clan, were male disciples, and they immediately burst into thunderous applause.

This is Hong Ling flying to the stage, about a foot away from Yan Changkong. He cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Yan, please give me some advice!"

Yan Changkong saw the red caltrop drive the treasure onto the stage, and saw the long silk ribbon bursting with glowing light and full of fairy energy. It was probably Luoba's famous magic weapon "Suzaku Chang Silk" that his mentor had long warned to be careful about. He did not dare to neglect it at the moment and handed it over. He returned the courtesy and said, "Junior Sister Hongling, please show mercy."

As he spoke, he took a step back, holding the sword in his right hand with a sword flower, and held up a three-foot green blade that exuded gray-brown light, holding it with one hand in front of him.

At this time, there was a sound of bells and cauldrons on the stage, and the competition between Hong Ling and Yan Changkong officially began.

Hong Ling was obviously young and vigorous. The bells just stopped ringing and she immediately pointed forward with her hand. In an instant, the glow flashed as fast as lightning. The Suzaku Chang Ling brought up a strong wind and hurt her face, rushing towards Yan Changkong.

Yan Changkong didn't expect Hong Ling to hit him as soon as he asked. Seeing Zhuque Chang Ling rushing over in the blink of an eye, he quickly took two steps back, shook his hands, and rushed forward with Qing Feng in hand.

The glow and the gray-brown light collided in the center of the stage, and there was a "bang" sound. Hongling and his body shuddered, but they immediately stood firm, and the two weapons were also deadlocked in mid-air.

In the audience, the elders of Nianluoba frowned and said in surprise: "Hey, this Yan Changkong's cultivation level is not low." At the same time, the Wudang disciples in the audience shouted in unison: "Okay!"

The shouts of these hundreds of people were indeed extraordinary, and they immediately suppressed the crowd who were also cheering for the beauty. Nianluoba Yingying Yanyan snorted: "Is it just because of the loudness of the voice? It's not like the voice is competing."

At this time, the two of them were in a stalemate for a while, no matter who was up or down, and stepped away at the same time. Yan Changkong stepped on Qixing, his face was serious, and he muttered something, and then he shouted: "Quick!"

I saw his gray-brown fairy sword soaring into the sky in mid-air. A moment later, as fast as lightning, it struck down from right above Hong Ling's head. Before the sword reached the ground, Hong Ling's clothes were flying around. The wind was strong.

Hong Ling did not panic, and had no intention of retreating. She grabbed the Suzaku Chang Ling with her left hand and pulled it to the top of her head. Suddenly, the glow was like a gauze, and the Suzaku Chang Ling instantly became several times wider, and a thread was woven around the top of her head. Sunlight barrier. Sooner or later, with Yan Changkong's face full of solemnity, the fairy sword struck the rays of light again with a clang, and the red rays of light trembled violently, but everything was fine.

Yan Changkong's grey-brown celestial sword struck in vain and folded upwards. Hong Ling did not pause at all. Where the red light shone, the Suzaku's long silk suddenly grew ten times longer. Hong Ling let out a sweet cry, and saw that the Suzaku's long silk changed from its original softness. It looked like a long giant stick, hanging straight in the air, with one end held in Hong Ling's hand.

The audience in the audience was in an uproar, with endless exclamations.

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