Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Why did that guy from the Yuyi Sect suddenly beat the people of our sect into such a miserable state?"

Mu Yan clicked his tongue and looked at the disciple who fell from the air and was hurriedly caught by the monks in his team, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Although there were no fatal injuries at all, it would definitely hurt if the body was torn apart in such a large area.

"You think I'm a god, but I don't even realize it."

Zhang Yifeng didn't want to explain too much to Mu Yan. They didn't have to play anyway, so they could just watch quietly.

Jin Buhuan looked at Wang Sijiu with a livid face, clenching his fists hard and making a clicking sound.

"Wang Sijiu, what kind of evil magical power do you have? Could it be that your Yuyi Sect has taken refuge in evil heretics?"

Jin Buhuan snorted coldly and questioned Wang Sijiu.

Not only Wang Sijiu, but also some of the surrounding sects showed signs of fear after seeing the bizarre methods used by the Yuyi Sect disciples.

"Oh, Senior Brother Jin said this because he didn't want to admit that you lost?"

Wang Sijiu's face also turned cold, and he said coldly to Jin Buhuan.

"You! Huh, if you lose, you lose. There is nothing to admit."

"It's just that from now on, you Yuyi Sect people won't be so lucky again!"

Jin Buhuan was very harsh, but it was still not him who played in the second round.

The Mingyue Sect disciple who was followed by Jin Buhuan's finger swallowed hard and walked to the middle position with slightly trembling legs.

Wang Sijiu of the Yuyi Sect did not let the disciples from the first game continue to fight, but also randomly named a disciple.

Contrary to the Mingyue Sect, the disciples from the Yuyi Sect were full of confidence and showed a sense of sharpness just by standing there.

The ending of this second game was the same as the first one. After the Yuyi Sect disciples used the weird moves again, the Mingyue Sect disciples fell from the sky with blood all over their bodies.

This time Jin Buhuan's complexion became even worse, and he had someone drag the defeated disciple back with a cold face.

Taking a deep breath, Jin Buhuan still didn't come on stage. He pointed at a disciple next to him and looked at him with unyielding eyes.

This disciple was so frightened by Jin Buhuan's eyes that he didn't dare to say a word and walked into the battle circle blankly.

"Sigh, why don't you understand, Senior Brother Jin? Surrender now so that you don't dishonor the reputation of the largest sect of Mingyue Sect."

"Otherwise, all the disciples of Mingyue Sect will be defeated later, and I'm afraid Senior Brother Jin will be scolded by his master and sect leader when he returns home, right?"

Wang Sijiu chuckled and said to Jin Buhuan with a sincere look.

"There is no need for Junior Brother Wang to worry about our Mingyue Sect!"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Jin Buhuan gritted his teeth and said to Wang Sijiu.

In this matter, the other six sects have all concluded that Mingyue Sect is destined to lose.

Although Jin Buhuan has not played yet, Yuyi Sect has lost two games in a row to Mingyue Sect. This record alone is exciting enough.

"Senior Brother Jin, why are you stubborn? This method was developed by my ancestor of the Yuyi Sect, in order to come out on top in this peak sword competition."

Wang Sijiu smiled slightly, giving Jin Buchan a little more confidence.

"Ancestor?!"

Jin Buhuan's pupils shrank, the founder of the Yuyi Sect was actually still alive, this was definitely something worth guarding against for the Mingyue Sect.

After all, the Yuyi Sect and the Mingyue Sect didn't like each other, and a big war broke out.

The founder of the Yuyi Sect was also seriously injured in that battle and went into seclusion. He thought he was dead, but he didn't expect he was still alive.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Jin Buhuan's heart flashed with panic, and for a moment he really thought about surrendering.

Just recalling the words of his master before leaving, Jin Buhuan resisted the urge again.

This time, the identity of the leader of the team fell to him, not only because he had the highest cultivation level, but also because his master blew the wind in the ear of the sect master.

Before leaving, his master also told him that he must get a good ranking in the Summit Sword Competition this time, and even if he couldn't come out on top, he should at least be among the top three.

Otherwise, when the gold is not exchanged, he will suffer a lot.

Clenching his fists, Jin Buhuan swept away the thought of surrender in his heart.

The moves made by the disciples of the Yuyi Sect are indeed very strange, but if you look closely, you can still find some clues in them.

For example, every time the disciples of the Yuyi Sect would use this fighting method when they were in mid-air, maybe as long as they remained in a stalemate with them on the ground, they could break this method.

Thinking of this, Jin Buhuan's eyes suddenly lit up. He called the disciple next to him and whispered twice in his ear.

Listening to Jin Buhuan's instructions, this disciple's eyes gradually brightened.

I don’t know what Jin Buhuan said to him, but this disciple actually took the initiative to walk into the battle circle and chose to fight against the Yuyi Sect disciples.

"Hmph, Wang Sijiu, I have seen through your evil tricks, don't even think about winning again!"

Jin Buhuan's confident look made Wang Sijiu frown. Could it be that this guy really saw the clues to this move?

Feeling slightly uneasy in his heart, Wang Sijiu finally decided to send a disciple to fight, to test the water that could never be exchanged for gold.

After the disciples from both sides took the stage and took up their stances, the Mingyue Sect disciples did not choose to take the initiative like the first two.

On the contrary, like an ostrich, he only focused on defense and had no intention of fighting with the opponent.

Wang Sijiu's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he glanced at Jin Buhuan in disbelief.

Upon seeing this, Jin Buhuan immediately regained his confidence and looked at Jin Buhuan with his head held high, like a victorious rooster.

The attacks from the Yuyi Sect disciples in the field were unable to do anything to the Mingyue Sect disciples, and the balance of victory seemed to be gradually tilting towards the Mingyue Sect.

But Wang Sijiu suddenly chuckled and looked at Jin Buhuan playfully.

"Senior Brother Jin, do you really think that this will be useful?"

As Wang Sijiu spat out, suddenly the figures of the Yuyi Sect disciples in the field began to flicker, and their speed continued to increase.

Apparently he was preparing to use the moves he had used to deal with the two disciples of Mingyue Sect before.

Upon seeing this, Jin Buhuan hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and defend! Don't let him take advantage of it!"

When Jin Buhuan shouted, he did not forget to look at Wang Sijiu.

The embarrassment on Wang Sijiu's face just now disappeared, and he turned to look at himself with a smile.

When Jin Buhuan came to his senses and turned to look at the field, his disciples had already flown out of the battle circle, and their whole bodies were covered with tiny wounds.

Seeing the silence, Jin Buhuan's veins popped up on his forehead. Was Wang Sijiu just teasing him on purpose?

Looking angrily, Wang Sijiu looked at Jin Buhuan with an innocent face.

"Senior Brother Jin, you can't blame me. Just defending the disciples of your sect will take too much spiritual energy in your body."