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Two hundred miles to the north of Yunjian Villa, a thick misty mist filled the precipitous Lingya, Yunjueya.

A solid silhouette is shrouded in the misty white mist. The tall and majestic mountains gather a huge open space, and under the extremely high cliffs is a deep and dark abyss.

Today, however, this empty space is no longer empty and uninhabited, but has been divided into several areas in an orderly manner, surrounded by tables, chairs and refreshments.

The banquet was full of people from various sects, and thousands of martial arts masters were enjoying the delicious refreshments on the table with red faces.

"The owner Mo has really put a lot of thought into this holy battle. Look at the osmanthus cake. It is made by the most famous pastry shop in the south of the Yangtze River, and ordinary people can't taste it." The middle-aged old man squeezed the square pastry in his hand and smiled, speaking plausibly.

"That's right, even if our small sects can't participate in the martial arts competition today, we should eat more of these drinks and refreshments, so we can't come here for nothing." A young man said with a slight sigh, raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Listening to the words of the two, the crowd almost spit out their mouths of water, and stared at them with contempt and mockery. How dare you come to participate in the holy battle just to drink and eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?

The first row on the left side of the field is the formation of hundreds of people from the Guanque Villa. Yin Wushuang sat lazily on the main seat in the front, glanced at the empty seat at the highest place with deep eyes, retracted his eyes and gave a light slap Yawning, as if he didn't wake up.

Qiu Yun and his hundreds of disciples were located at the bottom of the Guanque Villa, juxtaposed with it, and the major sects were also lined up in the order of their status in the rivers and lakes, forming a huge and magnificent circle around the empty space in the middle .

Ning Yuchun sat across from Yin Wushuang with his Piao Miaofeng's subordinates, but his expression was not very good, and he was always very gloomy, because he still hasn't found Mo Zhiyao, even if there is anything related to her disappearance No news was found!

Yin Huajin sat behind Yin Wushuang with a smile on his face, staring at Ning Yuchun's dark face, hmph, this is the price for your arrogance, Mo Zhiyao's fate will not turn around today It's on your kid's head, I'll clean you up later!

Yin Huaqing sat on the other side of Yin Wushuang. He was the closest to Qiu Xuanyi. He glanced at the clear sky, but his mood couldn't clear up. Seeing the gloomy expression of the woman in green shirt, he couldn't help but whisper: "Xuan Yi, don't worry. My father's analysis yesterday was not unreasonable. If the person who kidnapped Zhiyao came for Yunjian Villa, then he will definitely appear again today, and with Zhiyao's safety in mind, he will definitely appear again." What kind of benefits can we get by threatening. This is extremely beneficial to us, at least we know what Zhiyao's situation is like."

Qiu Xuanyi sighed, frowned and said, "So what if we know Zhiyao's situation? We still can't save her! What's the difference between this and watching her die!" Douyin ran out again without disappointment.

Qiu Yun sat in front and listened to the conversation between the two quietly, there seemed to be some pondering between her brows, a strange thought flashed through her mind, and she gradually fell silent.

"Hahaha, everyone has been waiting for a long time. Mo Mo was dealing with a difficult matter just now, so I am a step late, please forgive me." Mo Baichuan was dressed in a black long gown, descending from the sky like a rainbow, his slender figure is like a A black-clothed god, his appearance is particularly eye-catching.

Everyone turned their gazes to the man in the high seat in the arena, feeling that Zhuang Zhu Mo seemed so much younger, they all stared and sighed, this is the depth of martial arts, a realm that they will never reach.

Looking at the handsome and handsome face of the man in the ink shirt, there is no trace of the erosion of the years at all, under the strong and strong sword eyebrows is a pair of sharp eyes that are shining brightly, scanning the thousands of martial arts people in the audience lightly and majesticly .

But all the people he glanced at felt vaguely trapped by an extremely strong consciousness, locking them up without a trace.

Although the sky is extremely clear and sunny, everyone's heart feels like being pressed down by a huge stone, and they can't breathe.

At this time, an incomparably gentle laughter faintly spread into the ears of everyone present, instantly relieving the boulder-like sense of oppression in everyone's hearts.

"Villager Mo is safe and well. Today is the Holy Lord's election meeting. On behalf of Guanque Mountain Villa, I am willing to be the first elector to participate in the battle." Everyone saw that it was the owner of Yinzhuang, and they felt very moved in their hearts. Only this man has the capital and Mo Baichuan challenged him face to face.

"Oh? It turns out that someone has already chosen the owner of Yin Zhuang. Is it Hua Jin's nephew?" Mo Baichuan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Although Yinhuajin's aptitude is considered outstanding among these juniors, it is not comparable to Ning Yuchun's peerless talent.

As the son-in-law candidate in Mo Baichuan's mind, he naturally also considered these sons-in-law from famous families, but he just gave up after a flash of thought.

His son-in-law must be a dragon among men, otherwise he will not be worthy of the prestigious reputation of Yunjian Villa.

Yin Wushuang smiled, and the slightly magnetic voice amazed all the women present, "Master Mo is really flattering his beloved dog, but this time it's not Jin'er who will fight, but my youngest son, Hua Qing."

As soon as these words came out, not only Mo Baichuan's expression changed, but even Ning Yuchun's and Yinhua Jin's Junmei Wushuang's expressions also darkened.

what happened?Why not the eldest brother but yourself?While Yinhua Qing was in shock, he gradually stabilized.

Before that, Mo Baichuan had already said that whoever wins the position of Holy Master and pulls out Mo Yun Sword, then this person can marry Mo Zhiyao and become Mo Baichuan's son-in-law!

Yin Huaqing's face darkened, and he secretly observed Qiu Xuanyi's expression, the latter didn't show much expression, he was full of disappointment, even if his father decided to fight by himself, then all he had to do was lose the contest , and there is nothing wrong with me later.

Yin Huajin felt bad, why did you choose Hua Qing to fight despite me being the boss? Is it because I am not qualified enough?

Ning Yuchun clenched her fan tightly, what the hell is this old fox, Yin Wushuang, planning?Although Yinhuaqing is the younger brother of that idiot Yinhuajin, he is more stable and intelligent than this big brother in every aspect.

If Yinhuajin played first, he wouldn't worry about what happened next, but it was beyond his expectation for Yinhuaqing to play!

Mo Baichuan secretly slandered, what exactly is Yin Wushuang's plan?Do you want to marry him?

Qiu Yun secretly observed the expressions of several people present, and felt a little downhearted. He stood up and walked to the center of the venue, and said with a serious expression: "The reason why the holy battle will be held at Yunjue Cliff today is also to jointly resist The foreign enemy Tianlun Sect. These evil sects have spread all over the Central Plains, endangering the people of one side, and will soon invade the rivers and lakes in an organized way. What we have to do is to take advantage of today's competition and elect a young Leaders who lead us together to resist the aggression of pagans."

"Yes, if anyone wins the throne of the Holy Lord, Mo will take out the ancestral Moyun Sword as the Holy Lord's reward. But this person must pull out the sword in person to show the power of the Holy Lord." Mighty The thick voice echoed in the center of the huge venue, and it could not stop for a long time, almost everyone could hear it clearly.

Mo Baichuan scanned the facial expressions of the leaders of the major factions, and a trace of darkness flashed through his eyes.

"What? Mo Yunjian! Isn't that the treasure of Yunjian Villa? It's too mysterious!"

"Even the sword of the treasure is given out as a reward. This holy war seems to be worth seeing! If you can get the treasure of Yunjian Villa, you will get Mo Baichuan, a strong backer, and your own cultivation will reach a level. An immeasurable existence!"

Everyone stared and said different things. It is said that this Mo Yun sword is an evil sword. Back then, Mo Junxie relied on this sword to dominate the martial arts world alone. The icing on the cake is really an unparalleled sharpness!

"Okay, I declare the official start of the jihad!" Mo Baichuan shouted majestically, his deep voice permeated the entire venue, and the audience was completely silent.

The head of Taihe gave a dark smile with a calm expression. Others were afraid of him, but Yin Wushuang might not buy him. He stroked his beard with his finger, "All, you go."

Following Taihe's head's order, a light blue figure flashed out behind him, and a handsome man in a blue gown suddenly appeared in the center of the huge field.

Everyone's eyes widened, why was it that the Taihemen were the first to fight?

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