Self-cultivation of the villain prince

Outrageous!

At this moment, the soldier underneath said loudly: "The match is about to begin, please prepare for both of you!"

The tower-like brawny man put his hands up when he heard the words and looked at Xie Yu seriously.

Xie Yu didn't say a word, pressing on the hilt of his sword.

"The contest begins!"

With the sword blade out of the sheath, Xie Yu gripped the Tang sword tightly, but instead of using the length of the weapon to strike a round of sword energy like an ordinary swordsman, he stepped heavily on the sole of his foot and rushed forward like an arrow from the string. The blade danced along with it, drawing a circle of bright sword light.

Cut ahead!

Yasuo who does not move forward has no soul!

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy

Xie Yu danced the blade, the sword light flashed, the cold light switch, the surge of true energy quickly spread to all directions.

The strong man was about to throw his fist, but was forced to retreat by Xie Yu's sudden offensive.

He only felt the violent wind around his body, and the rolling waves formed a whirlpool, and the fierce and vigorous infuriating energy seemed to have condensed into a real weapon, attacking him headlessly.

The strong man had no choice but to retreat. Although he had practiced hard work, he had to avoid his sharp edge in the face of such a fierce offensive, and waited until the opponent had exhausted his vigor before attacking.

When Xie Yu's sword was exhausted, his chest contracted sharply, and then he let out a stern shout. If thunder thundered on the ground, the ears of the audience on the side were rumbling.

The burly man rushed forward, his body faintly raised a few inches, his palms were drawn from left to right, violently, rushing towards Xie Yu as if flowing east to the sea, setting off a violent palm wind.

Xie Yu stepped sideways, stabbing a series of seven swords in succession, and the sword's front turned into a beautiful shining point, accompanied by a deep chill.

Xie Yu's shot speed far exceeded the response of the strong man, and it happened to bypass his defense dexterously.

This brawny man could only see Xie Yu's sword pierce his chest.

But Xie Yu didn't intend to stab him. The tip of his sword steadily stayed an inch in front of the brawny man's chest, without a trace of true energy spreading out, showing his fine control.

"Good swordsmanship!" The audience in the audience immediately cheered.

The brawny man was startled slightly, then suddenly a bit lonely appeared on his face, he jumped off the ring without saying a word, and left himself.

Xie Yu took the sword into its sheath, he looked at the back of the brawny man, but he was kind of soliciting.

This person is also a hard-working martial artist, and he is very proficient in moves and footwork, but there are many errors and omissions in the details. It can be seen that he is not from a sect.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he will brazenly participate in the competition, hoping to be appreciated by the martial arts.

And Xie Yu, as a rare master with hard work, should not be rejected if he was solicited.

As for the problem of being too old... he doesn't care about it. With his current state, it is easy to help each person adjust the details of the exercise according to each person's physique.

All he needs is loyalty.

'Wait let Song Le and the others contact...' Xie Yu thought.

It is naturally impossible to grab the top talents with the five major sects, but there are also many masters who are worth recruiting and training.

The contest was over, but Xie Yu did not jump off the ring, but waited for the next opponent to arrive.

Everyone in the qualifiers needs to play three games, and they can advance after winning two games. This is also fair.

Like the big guy just now, he obviously missed the chance to advance.

Xie Yu's first game ended relatively quickly. He estimated that the next opponent would still be coming for a while, so he stood on the ring with his arms folded and looked around.

He was using a fake identity this time, so it was naturally impossible to call Tang Muxue and the others to watch the battle. It would be bad if it attracted the attention of others.

However, the reason why he dresses up is to deliberately use Liuyunzong's full-blown suffocation technique to breathe the true qi, and to put it bluntly, it is to show some people.

It didn't take long before he saw several figures waiting for him from the crowd.

The leader is Ji Sheng, the lei-benefighter, behind him are a few male disciples of Liuyunzong, He Nianwei and Meng Shiyu and other female disciples are in another circle.

On the contrary, Liuyunzong did not restrict marriages, and there were no rules governing the relationship between male and female disciples. However, looking at the appearance of this group of male disciples, it was obviously a failure.

What Meng Shiyu said is that most of the male disciples who are chic and handsome in appearance are indulged in the realm of the unity of nature and man, and the two forgotten things. They like to travel around and watch the beautiful scenery. For the relationship between men and women, they prefer dew marriage. It's a one-night stand without disturbing each other.

Those who are rather shabby have a positive attitude, but...

In short, if the cultivation base is raised, maybe it can be used as a spare tire, if the cultivation base is worse, it is not even qualified to be a spare tire.

In this way, the Taoist intention of pursuing cultivation was maintained, but unfortunately, waiting for the little color star to mix into the Liuyunzong, I was afraid that it would set off a fierce fire.

Under Meng Shiyu's seemingly unintentional guidance, everyone in Liuyunzong gradually walked near Xie Yu's ring.

"Junior sister, what's so interesting here? I didn't see a few disciples of the martial arts after walking around." He Nianwei complained.

Her appearance is not much worse than Meng Shiyu's, her body is exquisite and slender, her legs are slender and round, and the curves of her waist and hips are unusually full and upright. Although she is wearing a plain cyan robe, her lazy and charming temperament that is revealed in every move attracts no attention. Few people's eyes.

It's no wonder the mother-in-law would use her as a source.

However, most people's eyes were still focused on the cold and elegant, jade-boned Meng Shiyu, which made He Nianwei feel jealous.

You know, she and Meng Shiyu are superficial sisters. It's all about the unsatisfactory lives of everyone before, but now Meng Shiyu takes off directly, which immediately makes her feel uncomfortable.

Meng Shiyu's cultivation level is not high, still staying at the level of the seventh layer of the Houtian Realm, but under Xie Yu's momentum, many people have heard of her sacrifice to save teammates.

Da Yu is the prevailing style of being a chivalrous man, paying attention to bloodliness and spine. As a weak woman, Meng Shiyu can stand up at a critical moment. The courage displayed is undoubtedly admired by everyone.

Even the person involved—Worry-free Wang Xie Yu, admired her.

Of course, this admiration means something else.

Facing the senior sister’s question, Meng Shiyu forced herself to endure her desire to see Xie Yu, pretending to be a cold voice and said: “Cangyun County is now gathering young masters, who knows if there will be some good seedlings in the casual training... Since I am ordered by the teacher, I should observe carefully."

"Sister Meng said it well!" Several male dog licking disciples quickly clapped and praised.

They didn't even hear what Meng Shiyu was talking about, they just clapped and applauded.

He Nianwei's beautiful eyes flashed with sadness. She used to lick countless dogs, but now she is standing with her junior sister but she can only become a foil...

What kind of luck is this vase-like junior girl?If only I could do this...

Meng Shiyu didn't even look at them. Her energy was completely on the ring. After Xie Yu's opponent took the stage, she led everyone to the viewing area.

Lei Benning hand Ji Sheng had been observing the battles in each arena. He didn't care about Meng Shiyu's change of direction. Instead, he became interested in Xie Yu, who had the eighth level of Houtian realm cultivation on the arena.

Judging by Xie Yu's appearance, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and it was rare to have this cultivation base.