Chapter 772: Opinions

Han Xu's words were very clear. If Qiu Ping could successfully display his flame power, the outcome might be another matter.

In this way, Qiu Ping was given enough face.

Qiu Ping felt Han Xu's kindness and secretly used his luck to suppress the injuries in his body. He stood up and said to Han Xu: "I lost, and I lost with my heart."

Indeed, Han Xu defeated his Six Yang Divine Art with just the Thunder Sword Technique. What else could he not accept? As a direct disciple of Xuan Zhongxian, he still had this tolerance.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples below couldn't help showing surprise. They had made many guesses about this battle before, and it's not that they didn't expect Han Xu to win, but they didn't expect Han Xu to win so cleanly, and they didn't expect that Han Xu could still win after Qiu Ping comprehended the power of Taoism.

After Qiu Ping returned to Xu Yanfeng, the injuries in his body made him lose the strength to continue fighting, so he had to withdraw from the competition in advance.

"Master, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Qiu Ping said to Xu Yanfeng with a guilty look on his face. He knew that after Lu Jingxuan's death, his master had placed greater hopes on him.

"It's okay. Knowing shame leads to courage. After today's battle, you should feel what it means to be better than others. Practice diligently after returning."

"Disciple will follow your teachings."

On another stage, Ran Fanchen's battle was also coming to an end. When he leaped out of the heavy spiritual formation, he established the victory of this competition.

So far, the only ones who have not made a move are Yue Shaoheng and the two disciples of the Black and White Sword Immortal.

The two disciples of the Black and White Sword Immortal stood under the stage, their faces full of bitterness. They carried the inheritance of the Black and White Sword Peak, but facing the three people on the stage, they were not sure of winning.

"Two junior brothers, come on together." At this time, Yue Shaoheng's voice came from the sky, "If you don't even have the courage to fight, how can you be qualified to be a disciple of Kunlun, and how can you be qualified to be the descendant of the sword fairy?"

The two looked at each other, and the sword energy whistled, turning into two streams of light, one black and one white, rushing onto the ring.

"Brother Yue, please!" After the two said this, without waiting for Yue Shaoheng to react, they directly drew their swords, and the black and white sword energy was like a chessboard covered with stars, covering Yue Shaoheng.

However, Yue Shaoheng still stood with his hands behind his back, without any movement, but the sword behind him suddenly made a harsh sword chant, and a wisp of sword energy turned into a physical sword, shooting out all over the sky.

The black and white sword energy chessboard shattered in an instant, and at the same time, the sharp swords in the hands of the two disciples of the black and white sword fairy broke from the middle, and the sound of the sword tip falling to the ground resounded in the hearts of every spectator like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The two disciples of the Black and White Sword Immortal joined forces, but they couldn't withstand Yue Shaoheng's sword.

"He is much stronger than before." Han Xu sighed in his heart. If it were two years ago, Yue Shaoheng would definitely not be able to strike such an amazing sword. This genius who was once hailed as the number one young man in the Tianxuan Realm does have his strengths.

But that's all!

At present, all the geniuses who are qualified to compete for the three immortal seats have already been on the stage. The remaining three are Yue Shaoheng, Ran Fanchen, and Du Chou played by Han Xu.

Yang Zhuiyun's eyes were a little regretful. He knew that Han Xu did not try his best, but now there was no one to challenge him. As the host of this immortal selection meeting, he should also step forward to announce the result.

But just when he was about to stand up, Yue Shaoheng suddenly spoke.

He glanced at Han Xu, then turned around and saluted to the high platform, saying: "Master, elders, I think the candidates for the three immortal seats are related to the future prosperity and decline of Kunlun. It is better to have no one than to have someone who is not qualified. It is not necessary to elect three seats at this conference."

The disciples were puzzled. He Wuji and other elders also did not know that Yue Shaoheng agreed with this move.

He Wuji asked: "What do you think?"

"Junior brother Du Chou has only been a disciple for half a month and has not made any contribution to Kunlun. If he becomes one of the five immortals like this, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public."

Sure enough, Yue Shaoheng began to target Han Xu. Everyone showed an excited expression, because everyone wanted to see who was stronger between Yue Shaoheng and Du Chou.

"Shaoheng, according to the regulations of this conference, Du Chou passed all the selections. It is not fair for Du Chou to question it now." Yang Zhuiyun said. Han Xu was brought back to the inner gate by him. Yue Shaoheng questioned him, which was to question Yang Zhuiyun's vision.

He Wuji said, "What Elder Yang said is correct, but Shaoheng also makes sense. Shaoheng, what do you suggest about this?"

Since the sect leader has spoken, Yang Zhuiyun naturally can't say anything more.

Yue Shaoheng turned around and clasped his fists to Han Xu, saying, "Junior Brother Du, I am not talking about the matter, don't take it to heart."

Han Xu smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Yue Shaoheng continued, "Master, elders, I dare to have a fight with Junior Brother Du Chou. If Junior Brother Du can remain undefeated in my hands, or can last more than a hundred moves, I will acknowledge his identity as one of the Five Immortals of Kunlun and apologize to him."

Undefeated? Or last more than a hundred moves?

Yue Shaoheng mentioned two situations, but he didn't mention the possibility that Han Xu could defeat him.

It seems that in his heart, he never thought that he would lose.

"Elder Yang, Elder Xu, what do you think?" He Wuji asked.

"I have no objection." Xu Yanfeng said. He saw that He Wuji was partial to Yue Shaoheng, so he naturally would not question He Wuji for a stranger. He also did not want to be as famous as a previously unknown person.

Yang Zhuiyun looked at Han Xu deeply, and after a moment, he said, "I have no objection either."

Although the two had the same answer, their mentality was different. Yang Zhuiyun hoped that Han Xu could teach Yue Shaoheng a lesson, although he also knew that this possibility was very small.

He Wuji said, "Since no one has any objection, let's do it according to Shaoheng's idea. Du Chou, do you have any objection?"

"I am willing to learn from Senior Brother Yue's tricks." Han Xu said, his expression did not change at all, as if facing Yue Shaoheng was no different from facing any of his previous opponents.

Under the ring, there were waves of discussions from all around. Obviously, the inner disciples were very interested in this battle. In the crowd, Yu Shan looked up at Han Xu's figure and recalled the conversation with Han Xu before the start of the conference. At that time, Han Xu seemed to have shown the intention to compete with Yue Shaoheng.

Ran Fanchen left the ring, Yang Zhuiyun formed seals with his hands, and the three rings disappeared, replaced by a huge barrier that enveloped Han Xu and Yue Shaoheng.

"Let's start when you two are ready." Yang Zhuiyun said.

Han Xu and Yue Shaoheng stood in the void. Yue Shaoheng said, "Please, Junior Brother Du, let me see if you are qualified to stand on the top of Kunlun."

Han Xu's hand showed an ancient long sword with lightning wrapped around it. He took this sword from the sword domain. Its quality was no worse than Yue Shaoheng's sword.

He smiled and said to Yue Shaoheng, "I wonder if you have ever thought that you will lose?"