You have a good chance, I accept it.

A cultivator under the age of one thousand in the Hedao stage is definitely a rare genius that only appears once in a million years. Moreover, the elders from all the major forces around Wang Teng are all green-eyed.

Their eyes are full of admiration and greed.

Now, even if Ye Buqu loses the bet with him, Ye Buqu will still be safe and sound. Not to mention that Ye Buqu himself is in the Hedao stage, he has no way to do it.

The elders of the major ancient forces around him will not allow it.

The greatest power he can mobilize is the God Transformation Realm. The cultivators in the Hedao stage are all at the level of the Supreme Elders, which he cannot mobilize at all.

This is in trouble.

This world is a world that truly depends on strength.

Wang Teng's face is ashen and he is uneasy.

"Hedao stage, Mr. Ye, you deceived me so much."

Li Xian'er looked at Ye Buqu on the stage with a bitter face. Hedao stage, if she had known that Mr. Ye was in the Hedao stage, she would not have been left with no way out now.

Although Wanjian Holy Mountain was not afraid of the Hedao-stage cultivators, it would never dare to easily provoke a Hedao-stage cultivator.

Or a Hedao-stage cultivator under a thousand years old.

At this time, Ye Buqu stood on the stage for more than ten minutes, and during this period, no cultivator dared to challenge him.

Because of him alone, he made such a big event a mess.

Originally, it was just to invite sword cultivators from all over the world to fight each other and create a good reputation for the prosperous times.

Now, not only did the good reputation not come out, but it was also a cold scene.

"Oh? Since no one came on stage, I am the first, is it okay?"

Ye Buqu looked around and saw no movement, then raised his foot and walked towards the black iron heavy sword. Since he was already the first, then this sword should belong to him.

And none of the Wanjian Holy Mountain disciples around dared to stop him. Not to mention that this person was a Hedao-stage cultivator, and the world was watching. If they, Wanjian Holy Mountain, regretted it now, the opening ceremony would become a big joke.

"Go and invite the successor."

In a secret room, two white-haired old men were drinking tea and playing chess, and through the window, they could see the entire Wanjian Holy Mountain.

This is a great viewing spot. Watching Ye Buqu walking towards the Xuantie Heavy Sword step by step, one of the old men said with a headache on his face.

Originally, the final disciple they arranged was a peak disciple of the Transformation Realm. That disciple had a great cultivation base, and killing ordinary Transformation Realm disciples was like playing.

He was the most outstanding genius of their Wanjian Holy Mountain, but now it seems that he should not come. If he comes, he will be a gift.

After all, the cultivation base is there.

We can't let our own disciples die in vain.

"Yes."

A voice came from outside the door.

"Alas, the successor is currently in seclusion. If he is disturbed this time, I'm afraid he won't be in a good mood."

The old man opposite said with a worried face.

"What else can we do? Now only the heir can fight it. The Black Iron Heavy Sword is the real treasure passed down by the founder of Wanjian Holy Mountain."

"Are you really willing to give it away like this?"

"Ah..."

The two old men shook their heads helplessly.

"Hahaha, good sword."

Ye Buqu looked at the Black Iron Heavy Sword in his hand and liked it. The weight of the sword was just right and it was very handy.

It was as if this sword was tailor-made for him.

Ye Buqu raised the long sword in his hand and chopped it towards the sea of ​​clouds in front of him. In an instant, a dazzling sword light split the sea of ​​clouds thousands of miles away into two.

It was as if the entire sky was cut in half, which was extremely amazing.