"Of course I am betting on the outcome of this life-and-death battle. Do you dare to bet with me? On behalf of Meng Shentong from the library, I will bet with the four of you!"

Nalan Ruoyu thought about Li Xiuyuan who was about to break out of his cocoon, as if he had seen the final victory.

Yuan Zun glanced at Nalan Ruoyu and asked Jian Zun, who was making tea beside him, "How about it? Do you agree to bet with these two guys?"

The Sword Master thought for a while, looked at him and said with a smile: "Just bet, you can't lose your life, what are you afraid of?"

The headmaster thought for a while and said, "Tell me and listen."

Nalan Ruoyu nodded and said: "If my disciple is the last to win this competition with the Snowfield Holy Land for you, I will ask the head master to agree to two conditions!"

"Can he, a mortal, fight for the sect?"

The headmaster was stunned for a moment, then slapped the table and replied: "If that boy can turn things around for the sect, not to mention two conditions, I will agree to even twenty!"

Yuan Zun was startled when he heard this, and also said: "Don't look at me, I said the same thing as the headmaster!"

Nalan Ruoyu nodded when he heard this, and said quietly: "If you really want to rely on my disciple to win this competition for you, there will be no reward from the sect, as long as the master brother is not allowed to force him to join the Tiantian."

Just Yunshan!"

"How do you say this?" The headmaster frowned upon hearing this.

"Keep the status quo, he is just a disciple of Elder Meng and I, and has nothing to do with the sect! Secondly, the quota to explore the Snowfield Holy Land must be given to my disciple!"

Even Yao Zun Jade Furong, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but laugh: "I think these two points can be agreed to, after all, the sect has not suffered any losses!"

Sword Master also nodded and said: "This is possible, just like what Medicine Master said, the sect can only benefit and lose nothing... I agree!"

Yuan Zun glared at him, turned to look at Yu Zun and said: "If he really won the competition for the sect at the last moment and defeated the hateful guy in the Snowfield Holy Land, I can let you mention one more

Require."

Unexpectedly, Nalan Ruoyu shook her head and replied seriously: "No need, two requirements are enough."

Having said this, she turned around and took Yaozun Yu Furong's hand and said with a smile: "Sister, I have to testify for me on this matter, lest Senior Brother Yuan Zunyan doesn't admit his fault when the time comes!"

The sword master was delighted when he heard this. He patted the chair heavily and said: "I will also testify for you. As long as that boy wins this competition, I will personally forge a magic sword and give it to him one day."

The headmaster looked at the four people and sighed, and quietly replied: "Since everything is for the good of the sect, what opinions can I, the headmaster, have?"

Yuan Zun followed up and said: "You are so optimistic about that boy. You know that even if you let him explore the Snowfield Holy Land, there will be many dangers there?"

In his opinion, if Li Xiuyuan really won the competition for the sect, he should not be hidden as a treasure, otherwise what if he was assassinated by the Snowfield Holy Land?

Nalan Ruoyu chuckled lightly and said coldly: "Just wait and see. Even if you get the invitation certificate to the Snowfield Holy Land, who of your disciples can get in?"

In her opinion, the ruins under the volcano where the expedition was located were tailor-made for her disciple.

In terms of physical body, he has no opponent, and his swordsmanship is even more hidden. The key is that this guy has always been low-key. Even if he goes out, he will not become the focus of others' eyes.

After listening to Nalan Ruoyu's words, the headmaster and Yuan Zun were in a slightly better mood. As long as they did not lose the jurisdiction of Loulan City, it didn't matter if the sect paid some price.

"Now, let's discuss the candidates who will appear next!"

Looking at the four people in front of him, the headmaster finally got back to the topic, because there were two competitions in the afternoon, and Yu Zun's tone obviously meant that his disciples would not take action until the last day.

...

Meng Shentong on the mountain lit a charcoal fire in the bamboo shed, wrapped himself in a thick animal blanket, and lay on a bamboo chair waiting for the moment when Li Xiuyuan broke out of his cocoon.

Crowds of people have already gathered in the square at the gate of the mountain. Disciples from both sides are waiting for the second match in the afternoon.

As the headmaster led the four figures, Ouyang Chongming took the elders and disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land to their seats, and saw that another competition was about to begin.

Not to everyone's surprise, the monk Ruoli, who won the game in the morning, changed into a monk's robe and still walked up to the high platform step by step. After meeting the elders in front of the hall, he stood quietly aside.

The headmaster looked at Yuan Zun and asked: "Is it the turn of the disciple of that peak?"

When Yuan Zun saw him, he greeted him: "In the afternoon, it will be Hu Lancheng and Li Zizai, Jian Zun's disciples. Tomorrow there will be other arrangements for the personnel."

While they were talking, a young man in a black robe, about twenty-five years old, quietly walked out of the group and walked up to Gaoru step by step.

The young man with starry eyes and sword eyebrows stepped forward and bowed to all the venerable elders, then cupped his hands with Ruoli and said, "Hu Lancheng, a disciple of Tianjian Peak in Tianyun Mountain, please give me some advice from the master."

Ruoli cupped his fists and replied: "Xueyuan Holy Land Ruoli, please give me some advice!"

The disciples from the Snowfield Holy Land under the high platform shouted: "Senior brother Ruoli, hurry up and finish the second game as soon as possible. In the evening, the brothers will treat you to a drink and a bed."

The disciples of Tianyun Mountain were not to be outdone and shouted: "Senior Brother Hu, don't talk to them about what you have or what you don't have. You have to breathe a sigh of relief for Senior Brother Song."

A cold light flashed in Ruoli's eyes, and he said lightly: "Please enlighten me!"

Hu Lancheng looked at him and sighed, silently unsheathing the long sword in his hand, and said: "Please give me some advice, Marshal!"

"Brush!" sounded.

Hu Lancheng Shi felt that the space in front of him was torn open, and a long sword was slashed towards him.

Ruoli was injured and wanted to end the battle in front of him as soon as possible. The moment Hu Lancheng finished speaking, the long sword in his hand cut through the wind and snow and headed towards the opponent in front of him!

"Boom!" A loud noise!

Ruoli stepped forward and stepped on the stone slabs on the high platform. The stone slabs were vaguely cracked.

The long sword held in his right hand was swung like lightning. At this moment, it was as if the wind and snow in front of both of them had been cut away by his sword. A sharp long sword had been cut in front of Hu Lancheng in an instant.

In the eyes of thousands of disciples, this sword is really too fast!

This was a sword energy that was faster than lightning. Ruoli's long sword was enveloped in a layer of flames for a moment. In Hu Lancheng's eyes, it seemed as if a volcano was about to erupt!

A fierce sword attack came towards him, slashing at him at an unstoppable speed!

"Zhao!" sounded!

The long sword in Hu Lancheng's hand faced him in an instant, without hesitation, and struck with the opponent's long sword, delivering his most violent blow!

Cut through the wind and snow with one sword!

Wow! Wow!

After Ruoli struck out with a sword, his figure flashed continuously, and he and the sword disappeared instantly from Hu Lancheng's eyes.

Then Hu Lancheng appeared behind him, and he seemed to teleport out of thin air, causing Hu Lancheng to completely avoid this terrifying sword, and was suddenly cut off by Ruoli behind him!

This is so fast and weird!

In an instant, Hu Lancheng quickly retracted the long sword and passed it behind him at an incredible angle. With this dangerous and dangerous move, he blocked Ruoli's long sword in an extremely thrilling way!

"Boom!" There was an explosion!

The two of them made a move with all their strength in an instant, and the two long swords collided with each other, creating a terrifying impact!

The snow on the high platform exploded and flew away in all directions, and the snow on the surrounding ten-foot-high platform was instantly cleared by this explosion.

Ruoli and Hu Lancheng quickly backed away and almost instantly reached the two edges of the high platform.

"Get out of the way, there are gravels in the snow!" "Everyone, stay back, these two guys are so crazy!"

As the stone slabs on the high platform turned into pieces, they flew around the high platform in the snowy mist. Even the venerables, Ouyang Chongming and others sitting on the stone steps of the main hall could not help but wave their hands to block the flying stones.

Come gravel!

"How could this happen? There must be too much movement!"

The disciples from both sides under the high platform started talking about it. It seemed that this afternoon's match was the real competition, and it was much more exciting than the one in the morning.

Hu Lancheng stepped back several feet in danger, and finally stood firm on the edge of the high platform. He felt a sword energy from Ruoli entering his body, making him very uncomfortable.

Ruoli, who flew out, was also surprised. With one move with all his strength, the opponent only retreated a few feet?

According to his calculations, Hu Lancheng should have flown off the high platform after the collision.

It seems that the opponent's physical strength is good and he can withstand his own critical blow!

"Shuhushua!" sounded!

Ruoli was approaching Hu Lancheng in an instant. He wanted to fight quickly and could not waste time with his opponent!

Ruoli, who flew over, instantly transformed into two figures. The two shadows appeared in front of Hu Lancheng from both directions at the same time, holding a long sword and stabbing at his opponent.

"It's broken!" Hu Lancheng was shocked for a moment, thinking to himself, are there two phantoms in front of him? I don't know which one is real!

In desperation, Hu Lancheng held a long sword in panic and moved toward the figure on the left to block it.

However, when the long sword in his hand struck the phantom on the left, the shadow on the right moved one foot out of thin air. With just this one foot, Hu Lancheng could no longer resist.

"You lost!" Ruoli said coldly.

The two of them were originally at the fifth level of Void Refining, but Ruoli, who had the upper hand, grabbed the void on Hu Lancheng's side and stabbed Hu Lancheng in the chest with a sword!

Then he took advantage of the situation and kicked Hu Lancheng, who had a sword in his chest, instantly kicked off the high platform and flew up the hall.

"Whoosh!" In the sound, the sword master sitting on the chair flew out like a whirlwind, instantly catching Hu Lancheng who fell from the high platform, and stopped his bleeding wound with a wave of his hand.

Then he stuffed a pill into his mouth, stretched out his hand to explore quietly, and found that it had not stabbed his heart. Then he shouted loudly: "Someone, take your senior brother back to Tianjian Peak!"

Before he could finish his words, a disciple flew over and helped Hu Lancheng quickly leave the competition site.

In the second competition, Monk Ruoli on the high platform competed again for the Snowfield Holy Land!

Even after winning two games in a row, the disciples and elders of the Snowfield Holy Land did not cheer because Ouyang Chongming did not move, and neither did Ouyang Xuan beside him.

Therefore, the disciples of Snowfield Holy Land will not move.
To be continued...