I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 6 You, good!

Facing the provocation, before Ye Feixian could open his mouth, the onlookers couldn't hold back and condemned the young man one after another.

"Who is this person?"

"The tone is so arrogant!"

"How dare you openly challenge Young Master Feixian!"

"Young Master Feixian, teach him a good lesson!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Uncle Long immediately stepped forward to calm everyone's anger, then turned around and said to Ye Feixian:

"Feixian, come on stage, otherwise today's matter will not go away."

Nodding his head, Ye Feixian walked onto the stage slowly, looking at the other party without sadness or joy.

"war!"

Roaring, the young man raised his hand and tapped the seven-foot epee, and there was a clear and trembling sound.

The epee spun around, detonating chaotic sword energy around it, and then slashed heavily at Ye Feixian's head.

clang~
Taking advantage of the trend, Ye Feixian felt the surging killing intent the moment Ye Feixian collided with the epee, and immediately gathered his inner energy, turning it into an air shield between his palms, stopping this ferocious attack.

The next moment, he pulled out the sharp sword with his backhand, and when his arm shook slightly, several beautiful sword flowers bloomed on the top, rushing towards the young man.

Rumbling--

The violent explosion burst out in an instant, and both of them retreated five or six steps.

Unlike the young man with a ferocious face, Ye Feixian's eyes were fixed, he put away his contempt, and began to take this opponent seriously.

This person is on the same level as his own realm, and he has played with an epee even more, seizing people's vital points everywhere, as if there is a life-and-death enmity between him and Ye Feixian.

Stepping out in two or three steps, Ye Feixian stabbed and flew straight. The sharp sword was flexible and changeable in his hands, and it would appear in unexpected places every time, forcing him to deal with it in a hurry.

Seeing that Ye Feixian's speed was getting faster and faster, the young man simply gave up his tricks and thrust his epee forward. Cracks immediately appeared on the hard bluestone ring.

At the same time, a round invisible air mask formed in front of him, helping him stop the overwhelming sword energy!

Off the court, Uncle Long watched the battle between the two with a slightly dignified expression.

This young man who appeared out of nowhere might really have the power to fight Feixian, and the outcome is between five and five.

"If Feixian breaks through to the Seventh Realm of Houtian, he can definitely solve the battle quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw the young man groaning and spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body shaking non-stop, as if he was on the verge of falling.

Look at Ye Feixian again!
He circled around the young man like a swimming dragon and made moves casually, all kinds of swordsmanship were at his fingertips, as if effortless.

However, everyone knows that everyone's internal energy is limited. Once it is exhausted, even if you have great abilities, you will not be able to fight anymore, and you will only be dragged to death by the opponent in the end.

The young man planned to use his extremely strong defense to consume Ye Feixian's strength, and finally deal a fatal blow, stepping on his name and leaving.

"Young Master Feixian, come on!"

"Defeating him proves that we also have talented practitioners in Qingyun City, which is not inferior to other places."

"We must win, don't let his tricks succeed..."

Ignoring these voices of concern, Ye Feixian stopped suddenly when he saw that he could not break through the opponent's air shield in a short time.

He held the sharp sword in front of his body, and his inner energy was running wildly, refining his essence at the same time to make up for the loss.

Then, Ye Feixian raised his right hand high, and the sharp sword trembled in his hand, as if he was going to fly into the sky.

Clang——

In the next moment, a crescent-shaped sword qi erupted like lightning and rushed straight at the young man.

After the violent explosion gradually subsided, a crisp sound suddenly came from Ye Feixian's ears. Looking at it, the gas shield around the young man had been shattered like glass. on the ground.

When he looked up, Ye Feixian had already come in front of him, the blade of the sword was resting on his neck, which made him dare not move carelessly.

"it is good!"

As Uncle Long clapped his hands in applause, the disciples of the Ye family and all the onlookers showed excitement and kept shouting for him.

At this time, the originally invincible young man looked at the other party dumbfounded like the eggplant beaten by Shuang:

"I lost!"

Put away your sword and turn around!
Ye Feixian returned to Uncle Long calmly, and said:
"Let's go, it's getting late!"

"Huh? Is the old man a step late?"

At this moment, a certain elder from one of the five major sects came with a sword, followed by several patriarchs, but Ye Xiong was not among them.

Unexpectedly, the elder personally helped the young man up, with concern in his words:

"Lin'er, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

Seeing this, the elder turned to face the audience:
"Presumably, the top three players in each ring have already been decided?"

"Report to Elder Wu, the leftmost arena has not been completely closed, but we can get a roster of 15 people within today!"

"There's no need to compare, the old man has already discussed it with his colleagues, and I have other geniuses to supplement."

After saying that, he directly closed the ring, and then said to the people in front of him:
"Tomorrow at two o'clock, the old man will take you away to the place of trial."

"If you miss the time, don't wait for the time!"

Those who are still preparing to participate in the competition in the leftmost arena are all dejected, but the five major sects are powerful, they have absolute right to speak, Qingyun City is such a small place, it is good to have someone to recruit disciples, how dare you refute?

The elder who left with the young man suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Feixian, as if sizing him up.

"You're fine!"

That night, most people in Qingyun City could not sleep peacefully.

The people who got the quota were very excited, and they only hoped to pass the trial of the sect and enter the sect as soon as possible.

Others were filled with resentment or regret, and various emotions kept them awake.

In the morning, when the light of dawn was approaching, a large number of residents gathered at the east gate of Qingyun City, and people from the major families in the city were all present, but they all waited quietly, and occasionally communicated with each other only in whispers , dare not speak in vain.

"Feixian, Qingyun City is just a small place. When you participate in the sect's trial, don't take the initiative to cause trouble."

"But if someone bullies you, you don't have to swallow your anger and fight back!"

Ye Feixian has always been nothing to worry about, but the mother of his son who travels thousands of miles is worried. As his father, although Ye Xiong has some reluctance in his heart, he can only let his son spread his wings and give him sporadic instructions.

"Dad, don't worry!"

Not long after, the elders of the five major sects came together. They glanced at the 12 people standing in the front, and immediately waved their hands:
"set off!"

A flying boat about ten feet long and three feet wide appeared not far away, with intricate and exquisite runes engraved on its body. With their current eyes, they naturally couldn't recognize the usefulness of these runes.

A wooden plank protruded from the flying boat three feet above the ground, the five elders stepped forward first, and the others called the lucky ones from Qingyun City to follow.

"Ye Qing and Ye Xuan are all brothers, you have to take care of them!"

(End of this chapter)