Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

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Three days later, the Fairy Sword Conference.

On the top of Yunshan Mountain, the peaks that rise into the sky are like swords, and thousands of mountain tops are shrouded in thick, flowing clouds. When the first ray of red sun light pierces the gauze-like curtain of clouds, a roar that resounds through the sky announces the opening of this conference.

"Meet the Master."

All the disciples bowed to the white-robed Immortal Lord in the main seat. The host of this conference was Han Yu from the Tianji Sect. All the disciples from the Ziyun Peak had to participate, regardless of whether they were male or female.

Each disciple's opponent is uncertain. Although there is a probability of random assignment, it is also possible that some are pre-determined.

After Luo Xun's death, the position of the chief disciple in Simo Sect became vacant.

Luo Yuheng was also going to participate and was scheduled for the last session in the morning.

"Everyone, please draw the lottery."

Han Yu raised his hand and waved towards everyone. Dozens of brown cloth bags flew out from his brocade sleeves and then divided into hundreds of small bags of the same type.

"The name shown on the fortune stick is your opponent in this tournament."

The competition of immortal swords will end when the time is right.

Luo Yuheng was also assigned a cloth bag, which contained many fortune sticks of different lengths. He chose a short one.

After seeing the name clearly, Luo Yuheng raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an unexpected opportunity, and he actually drew Han Yu!

Luo Yuheng had long wanted to take action against that disgusting Green Arrow, but his master had always stopped him.

He was having a hard time holding it in.

Si Mo saw his reaction from above and said in his mind: "Who is your opponent?"

Luo Yuheng was about to tell Si Mo, but suddenly he thought, if he told him, wouldn't he be able to deal with Han Yu freely?

"No one, I don't know him," he said.

Si Mo raised his eyebrows: "Is it Han Yu?"

Luo Yuheng: … …

How come his master knows everything...

Luo Yuheng's thoughts were seen through, and he looked as if his spirit had been taken away. He said listlessly: "Yes, Master is very good at predicting things."

Si Mo had known for a long time that Han Yu would not give up easily. It turned out that this was his purpose.

Fortunately, he always came to me to show his affection these days. Who would have thought that Han Yu’s target in the end would be Luo Yuheng.

"The duel later will not be easy, be careful of Han Yu." Si Mo said to him.

"You should use your immortal power with caution and remember not to reveal your identity."

Although Si Mo was concerned about him, Luo Yuheng felt it was a bit unnecessary.

Just at this moment, Han Yu glanced in his direction with a look of contempt, as if he was looking at a piece of trash.

Luo Yuheng narrowed his eyes and glared back without any courtesy.

Stop when you have enough? Luo Yuheng believes that swords have no eyes.

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The first few rounds of competition went smoothly because Han Yu was an elder of the Tianji Sect, and his victory or defeat was related to the reputation of the sect and whether his strength would be questioned.

Similarly, because Si Mo personally executed the eldest disciple whom Luo Yuheng had valued for many years, Luo Yuheng became the center of attention in Ziyun Peak.

So many pairs of eyes were staring at the two of them.

On the stage, Han Yu looked calm and composed. He held up the scabbard with his palms folded as he saluted the person facing him.

Luo Yuheng, however, didn't have so many rules and didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

The competition begins with the sound of drums.

The spiritual sword Frost Flower in Luo Yuheng's hand was controlled by the master's immortal power. In the blink of an eye, it instantly transformed and flew out, turning into a silver light that cut through the sky.

Han Yu held the Huanyue in his hand to resist. Almost as soon as the fight started, the two of them flew out from opposing pillars ten meters above the water and attacked each other, and finally met in the air.

The two swords collided in the air, sparks flew from the swords for a moment, and the distance between the two was no more than ten centimeters.

This evenly matched contest was more exciting than the previous polite fights in which the players reserved their strength. The disciples below were instantly ignited by the atmosphere and also became tense as the battle situation became more intense.

A terrifying force swept around the two men along with the strong wind. It was unknown who avoided the other and pressed towards the water first. The sword swept across the calm water, creating ripples in an instant, and splashes of water exploded around.

Si Mo originally did not take this match seriously. Although he knew what Han Yu might do, he believed in Luo Yuheng's strength and the worst result would be a draw.

However, something unexpected happened at this moment.

When the two met again in a tit-for-tat confrontation, from a distance, Han Yu's mouth moved, as if he said something.

The next second, he began to fly out of the field, and disappeared after a leap towards the back mountain.

Luo Yuheng seemed to be irritated and followed him. The two figures disappeared together, one in front and one behind.

Si Mo stood up instantly. He finally understood what Han Yu was trying to do.

Luo Yuheng fell into the trap. He just wanted to lure him over.

Si Mo had a serious expression on his face. He just stood up and chased for a second when two spiritual powers suddenly attacked him. He dodged sideways and saw Elder Jin Guang and Elder Mi Wu standing in front of him.

"Si Mo, you can't leave today!"

Their plan is about to succeed, and success or failure depends on whether they can stop Si Mo and buy time for Han Yu over there!

At this point, the two old men stopped pretending and their ugly faces were revealed.

"Purple Cloud Peak will soon belong to both of us!"

The disciples were confused by the series of reversals, but when they saw the two elders' swords pointed at their master's throat, they were instantly angry and consciously formed several circles to surround the two elders.

Si Mo didn't have time to deal with these two people now. He was only thinking about Ah Heng's safety: "How shameless! If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Seeing this, the two elders said nothing more. After looking at each other, they attacked Si Mo, ready to kill him.

However, their swords didn't even have time to touch the white-robed master by one meter before they were shaken away by the powerful divine force surrounding him.

Si Mo turned his wrist slightly and sent out a divine force. The swords in the hands of the two men instantly slipped out of his control and actually changed angles in the air to fly towards Elder Jin Guang and Elder Mi Wu themselves.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"What's going on...! Si Mo, it's you who did this!"

The two old men were chased by their own swords and ran around in circles around the field, looking miserable and funny.

The disciples around him couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh: "Hahahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Si Mo looked at Bo Yi like a fool and said coldly, "Nonsense."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the two people who didn't dare to stop and jumped towards the back of the mountain.

He used his divine power to search for Luo Yuheng's location, and finally found the breath of his young disciple after crossing more than ten winding mountains.

It’s just that the breath seemed to be covered by something, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

It's a barrier.

Si Mo used his divine power to instantly break the barrier and rushed towards the black shadow on the ground.

As the scene in front of him got closer, he finally saw Luo Yuheng's figure.

But when he got really close and saw the scene clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank!

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