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The whole audience was dead silent.

The light of the setting sun fell on Cheng Huan's body, swept over his swollen cheeks, and blurred out an unnatural redness. The evening wind had brought some of the night's bitterness, and it scraped across his cheeks like a blade.

No matter the disciple or the elder, they all felt that the wind knife was blowing on their face, and it was burning and painful.

It's embarrassing, really embarrassing.

Why did their Yunhaizong choose such a young suzerain?

Countless people complained to the sky, but because of the presence of the elders, they did not dare to speak out and complained. They only lowered their heads deeply to cover their contemptuous gazes.

Several of the elders on the stage looked bitter and opened their lips slightly as if they wanted to say something, but after looking deeply at Cheng Huan for a few times, they finally said nothing.

One of them summoned his disciples and sighed softly: "Go and tell the suzerain the news, and ask him to make a decision."

When the matter got to this point, it was no longer something the Nascent Soul elders could handle. The suzerain had to come forward to find a way to maintain the prestige of the young suzerain.

But even if the suzerain came in person, there might not be any good solution.The elders could foresee that Cheng Huan would become the laughing stock of the entire Yunhai Sect after today's performance.

The position of the young suzerain, he is afraid that he will sit on pins and needles.

But now the embarrassing situation has not been resolved, Qiongqing's problem has not been resolved, the elders looked at Qiongqing who was sitting on the vine swinging briskly like a swing, all of them frowned and their eyes were dark.

Cheng Huan was defeated, even Cheng Huan was defeated.

Where can they find geniuses with bone age below thirty?

Could it be possible to call those elite disciples who have practiced for four to fifty years, or even hundreds of years, to compete with this little boy?

They hadn't spoken for a long time, but Che Yunwen and Qiongqing exchanged glances quietly. Qiongqing's arrogance suddenly became arrogant again, and her crisp laughter echoed in the sky above Yunhai Peak: "Is it over? No one else ?”

"Master, you lied to me again. Didn't you say that Yunhaizong is the number one sect in Yunzhou? Why do I only see a few crooked melons and cracked dates?"

"Ah, especially the young suzerain, who is ugly and unbeatable, he might not be as frank as those in front."

"This can also be the young suzerain?"

As he said that, the young man was in high spirits, and he rushed to Yunwen with a bright smile: "Master, why don't we go back to the sect, I think this place is quite boring. To be honest, like the Qing Huanzong and Miaozong we visited before Compared with Shanzong, it is too far behind, it seems that the reputation in this Yunzhou is unbelievable."

"噗嗤", another make-up knife, stabbing everyone's hearts hard.

All the disciples blushed and roared wildly in their hearts: Qinghuan Sect and Miaoshan Sect are second-rate sects in Yunzhou!

In which year the Zongmen Dabi was not suppressed and beaten by them?

How could they be inferior to second-rate sects?

"Xiaoqing, stop talking nonsense."

Che Yunwen had a straight face, but his voice meant something: "The Yunhai Sect has a grand demeanor, seeing that we are guests from afar, that's why we are courteous in every way. This kind of magnanimity is remarkable, why bother about other things."

When these words were heard by everyone, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making people feel even more uncomfortable.

Doesn't the meaning of these words mean that they are hypocritical and have no real talents?

All the disciples couldn't help recalling the scene when Cheng Huan just appeared in their minds.

How personable Cheng Huan was then, how embarrassed he is now.

Following what Che Yunwen said, they couldn't help but wonder, is it because their young suzerain put all their energy into arranging the appearance that they are so unbearable?

Gold and jade are on the outside, and rot is inside... Garbage, it really is garbage!

On the battle stage, Qiong Qing sneered, her delicate face raised extremely high.

He looked very disdainful of Che Yunwen's words, and he didn't pay attention to the disciples below them at all, and didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

The disciples were even more silent, and that heavy feeling permeated the empty mountain. Although there was no spiritual pressure at all, everyone felt that their shoulders and backs were extremely heavy, as if the clouds were gathering.

It just breaks people's spines.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whizzed over and fell through the clouds!

——Breaking through the clouds, like a golden glow descending from the sky, it just landed in the center of the battle platform!

The aura exploded in the wind, rubbing against the air quickly and making crackling sounds, and the white dress fell to the ground with fluttering snow sleeves, without any decoration, but it was more radiant than the colorful sky.

Everyone's eyes widened subconsciously, looking at the man in white who suddenly appeared on the stage, seeing him standing quietly with a sword in full view, his voice clear and calm.

"Who said that there is no one in my Yunhai Sect?"

……

It was Ji Chuchen who came.

It was also the former Young Sect Master, Cheng Yang, who had disappeared for several months in the eyes of the disciples and elders.

At that moment, Ji Chuchen stood on the stage, with his clothes fluttering, his black hair fluttering, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Qiongqing, as if there was a light behind him.

The eyes of many disciples became hot, and their noses suddenly became sore. They couldn't hold back any longer and screamed loudly: "Young Master Cheng Yang! It's Young Master Cheng Yang!"

"Young Master Cheng is back!"

"Long live Young Master Cheng! Long live Young Master!"

At first, it was just a few people shouting, but it quickly spread to the entire crowd like wildfire.

The scene where everyone was silent just now was completely overturned. Shouts and screams erupted, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became unprecedentedly enthusiastic. The heartstrings of the elders also trembled suddenly. Heartbeat and breathing.

They looked at each other, smiled wryly and shook their heads.

Sure enough, it still depends on that person.

No matter how hard the suzerain tried to erase his impression in the hearts of his disciples, and how hard he tried to strengthen Cheng Huan's influence in the sect, in front of the real charisma of his personality, everything was empty talk.

Just like at this moment, Ji Chuchen just stood quietly on the stage, making people full of confidence for no reason, no matter how strong Qiongqing was, no matter how embarrassing the situation they faced just now.

Because of that person, he has never let them down.

Facing everyone's fiery eyes, Ji Chuchen pursed his thin lips slightly, raised his long sword, and pointed it at Qiongqing.

From an angle that no one could see, Qiong Qing blinked at him quickly.

Ji Chuchen understood in seconds.

Then, in the next second, a wave of air burst out, and the two rushed forward, fighting fiercely. The vines opened their teeth and claws, the silver sword waved a cold light, and the aura collided in mid-air, blasting thousands of fireflies.

The wind howls, howls!

All the disciples held their breath and looked at the battle platform without blinking. Many people's eyes were shining, their hands were clenched into fists, and they kept praying in their hearts.

——No, there is no need to pray to heaven, because they have all been defeated by that person before, and they know how strong that person is!

There was wind and snow in Ji Chuchen's sword, and the silver-white sword was shaped like ice, shining brightly in the sun, and when it was swung, it set off a fierce wind.

In the wind, there is still a mysterious sound of Taoism, dense with Taoism, so the moment the long sword is swung, it is so powerful that it seems to cut through the void.

Qiongqing's whole body was spinning rapidly, and the buds bloomed behind the young man, and then fell into mud in an instant.

It is also the avenue of life and death where the vegetation is flourishing and withered. The moment the flowers wither, all their spiritual power is absorbed into the roots of the vines, so the new branches become more agile, as if they will come alive in the next second.

The competition between the two became more and more intense. At a certain moment, Ji Chuchen turned around suddenly, swung his long sword and swept it away. At that moment, the disciples in the audience seemed to see the mountain collapse, and the snow fell like a waterfall, covering the whole world. The world is dyed plain and dazzling white.

The disciples with lower cultivation levels only felt a buzzing in their ears, as if countless small swords were stabbing their faces. They were so frightened that they retreated in a hurry, and there was nowhere to retreat, and they were finally buried by the boundless "snow waves".

The battle in the spiritual consciousness is reflected in reality, that is, many people in the spectator crowd can't resist, and their eyes go dark in an instant.

It was like a whirlwind blowing through the audience, and fell to the ground.

The sword intent was too harsh and the aura was too powerful, Qiongqing "couldn't stand it" for a while, and fell to the side in a bit of embarrassment.

Fortunately, he "responded in time", the vine hooked his waist and made a roundabout, only then barely stopped on the edge of the ring.

The young man with a delicate face was pale, and for the first time in the past few days, he showed an expression of unwillingness: "You, you are not a golden core, you..."

A strange flash of light flashed in Ji Chuchen's eyes, but he quickly adjusted his expression, frowned and said lightly, "That's right, I broke through Nascent Soul a few days ago."

There was an uproar!

The elders on the high platform couldn't sit still at all, and stood up one by one, poking their necks like ducks, looking at Ji Chuchen with shining eyes, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

When Ji Chuchen first showed up, they were still immersed in the shock and joy of this man's sudden return to the sect, but when they took a closer look, they noticed that the young man had actually become a powerful Nascent Soul.

Nascent Soul with bone age less than thirty!

It's so dark, looking forward a thousand years and looking back a thousand years, has there ever been such a young Nascent Soul?

The elders felt a little short of breath for a while, and waved their hands and urged: "Quick, please suzerain!"

"Please, please, please, long ago."

The disciple hurriedly replied from the side, and his eyes were also full of surprise.

Not only the elders are excited, but the disciples are also very excited. The youngest Nascent Soul in the whole world is in their Yunhai Sect. In the future, it is very likely that the youngest will be out of the body, distracted, and even... Mahayana!

The existence of such a person, no matter in terms of face or strength, can greatly add luster to Yun Haizong!

On the stage, the "performance" of the two actors continued.

Under the breathless gaze of all the disciples, Ji Chuchen calmly persuaded, "Admit defeat, since I have made a breakthrough, you are no longer my opponent."

The expression on Qiongqing's face changed, red and then white, white and red again.

The young man pursed his lips tightly, his eyes flashed, his face was filled with bitterness, unwillingness, helplessness and loneliness. After a long time, he seemed to have finally admitted his failure, and slowly waved his hands to eliminate all the vines and flower petals that had manifested spiritual power.

"I can't beat you now," he finally said firmly, "but only now. When I break through the Nascent Soul, I will fight you again."

Ji Chuchen smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait."

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