Nine Yin True Gold in Marvel

Fanchen stood aside and finally came back to his senses from the thrilling fight just now. Watching Master Juechen and Hua Ruoxue, master and disciple, drifting away, he suddenly realized that these two people were actually like this They look alike, as cold as ice, as if carved from the same mold.

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Zhongli Cangjiao sigh beside him and said, "I didn't expect that a divine creature like Bixiao would be born."

Fanchen was confused and said, "What is Bixiao?"

At this time, the onlookers gradually dispersed. Zhongli Cangjiao said hello to his fellow Daxueshan disciples, and walked away with Fanchen, saying, "Bixiao is the fairy sword you just saw Hua Ruoxue use. I have read records in famous sword manuals before. Bixiao first appeared in the hands of Wuxinshang, a Sanren man thousands of years ago. Legend has it that this magic weapon was made of nine kinds of iron that fell into the mortal world. Wuxinshang accidentally found it in the Arctic ice field and cultivated it. In the decisive battle between good and evil, our Snow Mountain Sanctuary was naturally the leader among the righteous, but this sweetheart was also very famous, especially because he fought with the ancestor of the evil sword, Lu Ya, for three days and three nights with the Bixiao Divine Sword. In the end, I severely injured the ancestor of the Demon Sword, which eliminated a serious problem for me. It was said that only the Bixiao Divine Sword could restrain the most dangerous thing of the Demon Sect at that time. From then on, the name of Bixiao resounded throughout the world, and it became the dream god in the hearts of martial arts people. It’s a magic weapon. But I heard that Bixiao disappeared after Wu Xin Gong passed away. I didn’t expect it to fall into Emei’s hands.”

Speaking of this, Zhongli Cangjiao shook his head and said, "Brother Chen, if Hua Ruoxue has such a magical object, I'm afraid we will have no hope in this big test."

Fanchen didn't feel any disappointment. Anyway, he never thought that he would lose. He just looked at Zhongli Cangjiao's disappointed look and felt strange in his heart. He asked, "Hey, Brother Zhongli, didn't you tell me that you were right?" Aren’t you very interested in this audition? Why do you look so disappointed?”

Zhongli Cangjiao's face turned red and he said, "But if you can really stand on the stage until the end, it will be very majestic, don't you think?"

Fanchen laughed dumbly.

Teacher Zhongli Cang felt a little embarrassed when he looked weird, so he punched him and said with a smile, "Why are you laughing?" Before he finished speaking, he started laughing himself.

The two smiled and looked towards the arena, watching another competition.

On this day, a total of 4 games were played. The winners were Emei Sect Hua Ruoxue, Xuedaomen Xueao, Nianluoba Hongling, and Peach Blossom Island Zhou Xuan. As for the six young heroes who have not yet competed, one received a bye. .

The battle for swords intensified.

Day two.

The morning sun shone lazily on the sea of ​​clouds, and people from all walks of life came to the square as before, continuing to watch this rare sword-drawing test.

Everyone in the world stood under the red list yesterday. I saw that half of the names on the red list had been removed, and next to Fanchen's name, his today's opponent Leng Zhuo was also written.

Ever since he woke up in the morning, Fanchen had been feeling restless for some reason. Although he knew that he was probably just going through the motions, he couldn't help but feel restless, his heartbeat was racing, and he even lost his appetite after only two bites of breakfast.

At this moment, he was calmly asking Zhongli Cangjiao who was standing next to him, saying: "Brother Zhongli, who is this Leng Zhuo?"

Zhongli frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't heard of it before. It says on the list that he is a disciple of the unborn lineage of Huashan, but I don't know what his martial arts is." After saying this, Zhongli glanced at Fanchen. , seeing his calm look, he joked, "Brother Chen, are you nervous? It's my first time to participate in such a big event. It's also very nervous. Just get on the ring and it'll be fine."

Fanchen said calmly, "I don't know why I feel a little restless."

At this time, the Tang Sect disciple standing nearby walked up and said with a malicious smile, "Hey, fellow seniors, why don't we make a bet to see how Brother Chen wins this time?"

"Okay, okay, I bet Brother Chen to lose."

"Me too"

"Me too, by the way, I press twice as much"

"count me in."

Zhongli said, "Brother Yachen wins."

I don't know where everyone's confidence came from, but Zhongli still believed in Fanchen, which made Fanchen look slightly sideways, and his heart was slightly moved.

Zhongli nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly he heard the sound of bells and cauldrons chiming together, indicating that the competition had officially begun.

Fanchen smiled slightly and walked towards the ring. Along the way, countless people from all walks of life were walking around, chatting and laughing. Fanchen listened on the sidelines, most of them discussing the results of yesterday's competition. Yesterday's competition, several popular figures recognized by everyone easily won. Many people also talked about the fact that besides Young Master Wu Que, there seemed to be another young master in the Yihua Palace lineage. Fanchen listened to their descriptions and guessed that It was probably the stunning woman in pink. But what more people are talking about is Hua Ruoxue from the Emei School. This beautiful woman with the magical sword "Bixiao" has unexpectedly high martial arts skills, but yesterday she broke her opponent's fairy sword in full view of the public, which seemed to make many people very dissatisfied, but this made more people want to When I went to watch her competition, her popularity only increased. In addition, the long-missing "Bixiao" is even more eye-catching. I don't know how many people want to see this artifact from the war between good and evil thousands of years ago, even some sect elders are no exception.

Fanchen walked over, came to the old man with a white beard, bowed his hands and said, "Senior, I am Dugu Fanchen, a member of Wusect, and this is my competition on the stage."

The old man with a white beard turned his head, glanced at Fanchen, and said casually, "Oh, you're here, it's about to start. Come on stage."

Fanchen responded and glanced towards the stage. He saw that there was no one on the stage. It seemed that the disciple of the Huashan Sect named Leng Zhuo had not arrived yet. He hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed the old man with the white beard and walked up the steps to the stage. At the same time, among the people in the audience behind him, whispers suddenly broke out, obviously talking about him.

At this time, the morning sun had risen, and the first ray of sunlight from Wudang Mountain quietly fell on his body, giving him a little warmth. Fanchen stood on the stage and looked towards the eastern sky, where a rising sun was rising slowly, bright red, with soft but not dazzling light, reflecting the clouds in the distance red.

Fanchen suddenly felt a sense of emotion in his heart. A few months ago, he was still a helpless otaku. He had never dreamed of standing on Wudang Mountain and watching the rising sun. No, it was not that he had never dreamed of it, but that he had never dreamed of it. I didn’t know there could be such a beautiful rising sun in this world.

In a blink of an eye, life is as insignificant as a white cloud.

The mood of a sixteen-year-old boy now seemed like the sorrow of a sixty-year-old man.