Chapter 123 Immortal Technique Exchange Meeting
Chen Fan shook his head wordlessly, Gao Yueyue paid too much attention to Dragon Saliva True Water, and wanted to use her own most sure method to win the exchange meeting. Seeing that she didn't want to take risks, Chen Fan didn't say anything more, and stood outside the square with Huang Cheng and Tang Xue to continue waiting for time.
But after a while, Gao Yueyue appeared, still dressed in white, with the Shushan logo sewn on the sleeves, flying from the sky with flying swords on her feet, she looked like a fairy in the reverent and yearning eyes of many disciples He descended gracefully, landed on the ground, walked towards the three willow wooden chairs placed on the east side of the arena, and immediately turned around and sat in the middle seat.
"Disciple see Master Gao." Many eighth peak disciples bowed and shouted in unison.
"There is no need to be too polite." Gao Yueyue was expressionless, and with a wave of green fingers, she helped the disciples back with a gentle intention.
"Thank you, Peak Master." Many people said happily, thinking that this is the most gracious Peak Master in history.
Huang Cheng was also one of them, his face was filled with admiration for Gao Yueyue, and he said in a low voice: "The Peak Master is the most unassuming Peak Master I have ever seen."
"I can't see it." Tang Xue was somewhat disapproving.
At this time, Gao Yueyue said in a deep voice, "Where are the ten disciples who participated in this exchange meeting?"
As soon as the voice fell, several disciples in the middle stage of foundation establishment immediately appeared, and they walked to Gao Yueyue's side, and stood aside without saying a word.
After Chen Fan pondered for a while, he also stepped forward.
"Brother Chenfeng, come on!" Huang Cheng and Tang Xue shouted behind them.
At the same time, several other mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciples also just arrived. All ten of them arrived, and nine of them were all at the mid-stage Foundation Establishment. Only Chen Fan seemed a bit special.
"Early foundation establishment?" A woman standing beside Chen Fan frowned.
Others also showed strange eyes, but they didn't say much, but the disciples who were watching couldn't sit still, and suddenly there was an uproar.
"Why would you send a person in the early stage of foundation establishment?"
"I heard that there are only nine middle-stage foundation-builders left in our eighth peak. I guess the peak master is also helpless."
"No way? If this is the case, wouldn't it mean that you lost the game before the battle?"
Many people looked at Chen Fan and shook their heads again and again, thinking that it would be difficult for Eighth Peak to win this time.
But Chen Fan ignored the words of these people. With a move of his consciousness, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Seventh Peak.
He knew that the people from the Seventh Peak were coming.
Phew! call out!
Several streams of light suddenly flew from a distance, and they turned out to be huge flying swords. There were more than a dozen disciples standing on each giant sword, and on the middle giant sword, stood There was an old man with his hands behind his back, a fluttering white beard, and a cold expression.
And behind the old man, there are ten mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciples, seven men and three women, and most of them look about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, but there is one exception, with a bearded face, at least thirty Yu Sui was close to middle age, and he carried a huge sword on his back. The blade was almost as tall as him, and the width was as wide as a palm.
"Look, the people from the seventh peak are here." Someone pointed to the air and exclaimed loudly.
"Hey, this year the deputy leader of the Seventh Peak turned out to be leading the team." Someone looked at the old man with white beard and said.
"It's so majestic to be able to fly with a sword. Doesn't it mean that only people above the sixth peak can fly with a sword in Shushan?"
"The huge swords under their feet come from the Shushan Sword Tomb, and will not be restricted by the formation, but these swords are the treasures of the seventh peak. What happened this year? They used such a big sword to fly. Zhang Yang came to the eighth peak."
"Is there a need to ask? Of course it is to show us off. It is said that the current peak master of the Seventh Peak...is not right with our peak master's master, so..." Someone whispered, as if they knew something.
"It's over, I already feel that our Eighth Peak will fail miserably this year." Someone shook his head and smiled bitterly.
As the people on the seventh peak got closer, some disciples began to notice the middle-aged man behind the old man, and were very surprised by the giant sword behind him.
"Who is that person? He is carrying such a weird long sword, isn't he afraid of being approached by others?" Someone asked doubtfully.
"Yes, this giant sword is as long as a spear, but it is so wide, it must be very heavy, and it is difficult to use the sword move."
"It's kind of weird." Huang Cheng also said in a low voice with his eyes wide open.
Chen Fan also frowned slightly. He had never heard of someone casting a sharp sword in such a shape. Just like what other disciples said, if the blade is too long, it will be difficult to perform sword moves and cannot be used flexibly.
While everyone was discussing, the people from the Seventh Peak finally arrived, and the huge flying sword fell directly to the ground, exuding an overwhelming pressure. Many disciples of the Eighth Peak were sweating coldly, and felt that they were covered by an inexplicable wave. The strength squeezed, it was difficult to breathe.
"Seventh Peak is so generous, even the treasure of Zhenfeng has been taken out, is it not afraid of any accident?" At this time, Gao Yueyue sneered, and instantly dispelled the coercion. Quickly receded and disappeared without a trace.
"Master Gao has just taken office, can you still be used to it?" The old man showed a half-smiley face, and with a big move, he put the several giant swords into the storage ring.
"With Deputy Peak Master Lao Mo worried, it is inevitable that you will get used to it." Gao Yueyue said calmly, with a blank face.
Mo Buwu stretched out his hand to stroke his white beard, and saw Gao Yueyue sitting on the wooden chair in the middle, his face sank slightly, but he didn't express much dislike, and walked forward.
The ten mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciples behind him also stepped forward to follow. They sized up the ten people on Chen Fan's side as they walked, and finally their eyes all stayed on Chen Fan in unison, and then showed a trace of disdainful ridicule. playful.
And Mo Buwu sat directly on the leftmost seat, and immediately turned his head to look at Gao Yueyue, and said with a half smile: "Master Gao, you have an extra chair, so there is no one there. It's not good to sit down, it's better to move it for you."
After the voice fell, Mo Buwu waved his fingers, and the whole wooden chair "clicked" and fell into pieces.
"Oh, I'm old and old, I accidentally broke one of your wooden chairs, I'm sorry, Master Gao, I'll send someone over later." Mo Buwu stroked his white beard and said false laugh it out.
"Vice Peak Master Mo, you're being polite. It's just a wooden chair, and there is no shortage of this seat." A trace of coldness flashed across Gao Yueyue's eyes, but she didn't attack.
"That's good, Master Gao, the time has come, why not start this fairy art exchange meeting."
Mo Buwu narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the people who participated in the competition at the Eighth Peak, but when he looked at Chen Fan, he deliberately missed him, and then he showed a very surprised expression and said: "Hey, Master Gao, Are there only nine people from the eighth peak participating in the competition this time?"
(end of this chapter)