He took the fragments into his hands again, and Qianjianzi, who had just looked stern, returned to his calm smile.

The contestants who had just come out of the tower were all tortured to death. He stroked his hand out of thin air, and several spiritual jades shot out of his palms, directly setting up a spiritual array for the rest of the younger generations, and quietly setting up a sound insulation array around the heads of the family.

The head of the Yu family stared at Qianjianzi, but he still couldn't resist the question in his heart: "You actually put that thing into the array! What kind of spiritual array is it? You need to use white jade?"

The other people also stared at Qianjianzi intently, waiting for his answer.

Qianjianzi sighed: "But I didn't expect that four juniors would break into that formation this time. Since that's the case, I believe you will learn from them in the future. It would be better for me to say it myself."

"Five hundred years ago, that one..." Qianjianzi's voice stopped slightly. He bowed to the horizon before continuing: "The one who killed the demon cultivator near my Chuxue Island gave him a sword energy transformed by sword intention. However, he did not expect that he would cut all the demon cultivators in the Tribulation Realm, and that sword energy had never been sent to use it."

"Later... I got this white jade and the sword energy merged into the formation, and then the illusion sword formation was set up. As for the power of this sword formation, I don't know what the venerable power is."

When everyone mentioned that unmentioned name, they were silent.

But the head of the Jiang family suddenly remembered something and glared at the Yu family: "Why is your boy holding that piece of jade? Didn't we agree that this matter should be stopped until we can't let the younger generation know about it!"

The head of the Yu family also looked puzzled and argued: "I have never told Qinghong about this! I'm afraid he picked it up when he saw the white jade Bufan."

"Forget it, don't mention this matter again, and we will discuss it after the swordsmanship is over."

Qianqian dispersed the sound insulation array that had just been laid around the few people, stepped out calmly, slowly looked at the four people who had just stepped into the array, and finally nodded slightly satisfied.

"I think the fourth formation was completed by the four of you? Not bad, no..."

However, at this moment, Jiang Si, who had breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly clasped his fists and spoke: "Go back to senior, we did not make any contributions in the last moment."

"oh?"

Jiang Si looked at Wen Yun, a light of respect flashed in his eyes, and said aloud: "It's Junior Sister Wen Yun of Qingliu Sword Sect, she broke the formation with one person's strength!"

Yu Qinghong also bowed slightly and Wensheng agreed with this: "What Brother Jiang said is true. The three of us work together to lose half of the person in the formation. The only one who broke the formation is Junior Sister Wen, Qinghong dared not take credit."

Jiang Si's voice was loud, so all the monks present could hear it clearly. For a moment, everyone fell into death silence.

During this century, there was a name called Dongjiang Xiyu. Later, Xie Mian, who was 20 years old, appeared and added Nan Xie. Among this generation, he belonged to Dongzhou Jiangsi, Xizhou Yuqinghong, and Nanzhou Xie Mian was the strongest.

Now Dong Jiang and Xi Yu said that they worked together... and they had to add a formation that was so fainted that the three of them could not break through, and they were actually cracked by an unknown little girl?

And looking at the little girl's calm appearance, it seemed that it didn't take much effort to break the formation!

Even Qianjianzi couldn't help but frown and stared at Wen Yun in surprise.

Only the senior brothers and sisters of the Qingliu Sword Sect who rushed over to meet with Wen Yun were convinced of Wen Yun's invincibility, and even looked proud of his honor.

Shen Xinghai raised his sword and bowed to congratulate him, and smiled with a crooked mouth: "Junior Sister Wen, Long Xing Qianyuan, the day of flying will make the world tremble!"

Zhu Erchong: "Junior Sister Wen...awesome, invincible!"

Bao Pilong stumbled for a while, and finally said, "They are right!"

Senior Sister Mengran: "Are you stupid?"

At this moment, Qianjianzi suddenly interrupted them: "Little girl, you ruined my 100 formations, do you know?"

Facing the debt-seeking, Wen Yun's heart skipped a beat, but he still remained calm and composed: "After senior, this is the way for the younger generation to break the formation."

As the name suggests, it means breaking the array, and there is no problem at all.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these disrespectful words, Qianjianzi smiled to the sky: "It's interesting and interesting, but I didn't expect that I would be so angry that I was so angry that I was like you, the younger generation, one day!"

He curled his smile and said kindly: "Do you know that you have extraordinary talent in the formation. If you enter the formation, you may one day touch the Ascension Avenue!"

Senior Sister Meng Ran had already noticed something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step forward to protect Wen Yun behind her, looking at Qianjianzi with vigilance.

Sure enough, the next sentence in a thousand times is-

"Wen Yun, would you like to enter my Chuxue Island to be my closed disciple for thousands of times? The secret formations that I Chuxue Island has accumulated for thousands of years are for you to practice! Thousands of disciples respect you as your ancestor!"

In addition to being shocked, everyone on Chuxue Island couldn't help but secretly look at Qianlishen.

If Wen Yun became a disciple of Qianqiu, wouldn’t this arrogant and domineering little ancestor become Wen Yun’s junior?

Although she was facing a powerful man in the Tribulation Period, Senior Sister Meng Ran did not retreat a little, but instead led the other junior brothers forward to protect Wen Yun. The sword cultivators stood up with their swords and stood up with their eyes.

"Senior, Wen Yun is my disciple of Qingliu Sword Sect!"

Such a matter of seizing disciples is quite unkind. If it were normal, it would never be possible to do it for a thousand years.

But Wen Yun's talent in the formation has really amazed for thousands of days, and he had to give up his face this time: "It is not a shameful thing to change the party. Tosu Ryogi, what's wrong with it?"

The heads of several other companies were strangely silent at this moment.

They almost guessed why Qianjian suddenly acted like this and did not give Qingliu Sword Sect any face.

Among the three major sects, the Qingliu Sword Sect is the most powerful, but now the Dongfang Elder of the Qingliu Sword Sect is suspected to have exhausted his life span, and Ouyang's life span is not much left, leaving only Liu Zhengxu in the God Transformation Realm. The two of them seemed to have started an internal fight and did not even participate in the sword competition!

He does think that Wen Yun is true, but using this matter to test the Qingliu Sword Sect’s previous bottom line is also true.

Senior Sister Meng Ran suddenly turned around and looked at Wen Yun, with a tangle in her eyes: "Junior Sister Wen..."

"I'll go back and forth him, senior sister."

Wen Yun gave everyone a comforting smile, then stepped forward and bowed: "Thank you for your respect for Senior Qianjian, but Wen Yun already has a master, so he dare not change it."

Qianjian smiled and said without caring: "Which elder or junior of Qingliu Sword Sect is your master? I will meet him in person, and I have to let him give up this disciple."

Such a domineering attitude has shown his intention, but Wen Yun did not retreat at all and just calmed down and replied again: "This matter may be difficult to deal with. My master has died. If the senior wants to find him, I am afraid..."

Qianjian frowned: "Since this is the case, it's easier to do. Who is your master's name? I'll let Liu Zhengxu cut your name off his door!"

At his level, secular rules can no longer bind it.

Wen Yun stood quietly in front of everyone, neither floating nor impatient, and his beautiful eyes were quietly looking at the powerful people who passed the tribulation period.

The girl bowed her hand slightly, and said coldly—

"My teacher's surname is Ye, and her name is Shubai."

Leaves are shabby.

When the name fell, the heads of the family were all frightened. Even the Qianqiu who had just wanted to take a short step back involuntarily.

He took a deep breath and no longer wanted Wen Yun to become a disciple. He spoke quickly and asked: "Is your master Ye... Fellow Daoist Ye?"

“That’s right.”

The head of the Jiang family looked sharply: "Did you say your master has died?"

Wen Yun nodded: "That's right, I was also attracted by my senior brother because of my swordsmanship, so they took the disciples for me."

The few people looked at Wan Dabao, the head of the Wan family, who was the most informed, and waited for his answer.

Wan Dabao did not look at Wen Yun, and Surong confirmed for her: "It is true. Venerable Ye died ten years ago and died of life. However, he has not confirmed it personally, so he has not informed all fellow Taoists."

As soon as these words came to an end, the tension that suddenly became condensed by the name was suddenly gone.

Qianjian looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes, and finally sighed: "Since I am an old friend, I can't force it."

He suppressed his disciple-taking heart and took out a magic weapon for thousands of years and threw it forward, but saw that the small disc grew when the wind blew, and finally turned into a huge platform.

The disciples of the Sword Contest who held the token were also pulled into the high platform. Except for the weapons they held in their hands, all magic weapons were sealed!

"This is the sword discussion platform, and it is the immortal-level magic weapon that has been passed down to this place in the upper realm."

Qianjian looked at everyone with a serious expression: "You are all young monks who will protect the cultivation world in the future. They will use all their strength to pay attention to every battle. There can be losers on the sword competition platform, but there will never be cowards! How can we monks bow our heads!"

As soon as these words were said, the young monks were all expressed in blood and their eyes became firm and bright.

"We monks, we must not bow our heads!"

Listening to the shouting in unison, Qianji nodded with satisfaction while stroking his beard.

He immediately looked at Wen Yun and whispered: "Wen Yun, according to the rules of this sword competition, since you are the first person to break the Thousand Formation Tower, you have the right to select ten opponents by yourself! You can choose!"

After the words came to an end, the three forces of Jiang family, Yu family, and Chuxue Island all had vague concerns, and Qianjian himself could not help but sigh in his heart.

The reason is that the three most powerful juniors in their families have too poor luck. They even entered Ye Shubai's illusion array at the same time and were beaten and lost their combat effectiveness. The situation where they had originally won was now mostly lost.

Their injuries have not recovered yet. If Wen Yun picks the three of them now, it will basically be equivalent to directly announcing that these three have been eliminated.

Everyone's eyes were on the cold and beautiful girl, guessing which company she would first get out of this sword competition.

But she saw that she slowly tied up her disguised ink hair, then stood up silently, holding a wooden sword in her hand, and slowly walked into the center of the sword competition platform.

This day finally came.

Wen Yun's eyes were as clear as water, and the wooden sword in his hand pointed to a corner from afar, and the cold sound echoed between the world-
Chapter completed!