After lunch, everyone rested for a while, and then headed for the venue of the tournament.

The venue is set in a square in the central area of Cloud City, although it is not a particularly formal event, but it still attracts a group of onlookers, and a lot of cheers can be heard from afar.

After all, there are always the most idlers in this world.

He Xuansheng and his group squeezed through the crowd and came to a barely visible position, and the two people standing in the competition venue at this time, one of them was Zhao Tianluo, who had met in the restaurant at noon.

Zhao Tianluo, the son of Zhao Mang, the owner of the Gun Fighting Pavilion, broke through the triple realm at the age of seventeen, and has now reached the level of triple and triple turns, known as the first genius of the Gun Fighting Pavilion in the past hundred years, and at the same time, in Zhao Mang's eyes, his son is also the hope for the future revival of the Gun Fighting Pavilion.

Zhao Tianluo's weapon is a snow-white spear, named the Snow Ghost Spear, the initial level of immortal products, it is one of the two spears that have been handed down in the Gun Fighting Pavilion since ancient times, and it is also the one with the highest grade in the Pavilion except for the one in Zhao Mang's hand.

According to the rules of the competition, the challenger has the qualification to challenge the champion after defeating two opponents, once the challenger defeats the champion, then the challenger will take the position of the champion, and whoever is the champion after two days will be able to take the part of the prize money taken out by the Gun Fighting Pavilion.

It has been almost a day and a half since the martial arts competition, and the first champion was Zhao Tianluo, and many people challenged the position of the champion in a day and a half, but Zhao Tianluo sat in this position for a day and a half, no matter who challenged, he was finally defeated under his snow-white spear.

Now the fate of this challenger has basically been decided, no matter what kind of attack he casts, Zhao Tianluo's footsteps have not moved a bit, and he easily took all the attacks with the spear in his hand.

One blow knocked the challenger directly out of the test platform, Zhao Tianluo stretched out a little bored, turned around and slowly walked back to his seat on the side, yawned, closed his eyes, and soon there was a burst of snoring.

"Can you fall asleep?"

He Xuansheng looked at the young pavilion master in disbelief, and said softly, "This guy's heart is too big, right, and he is going to sleep like a normal one?"

"This kid is really a good seedling, and Zhao Mang's cultivation is still so-so!"

Shangguan's eyes rarely showed a little appreciation, patted He Xuansheng's shoulder, and said, "Let's go up and fight with him later!"

Saying that, Shangguan's elbow nodded Rou Qingya, and said, "Give me that, the one that can be attached to the weapon......"

Rou Qingya was stunned, shook his head helplessly, flashed his spirit ring, took out a piece of cloth that was not too big from it, handed it to He Xuansheng, and said, "Stick this on your weapon." ”

"What is this?"

He Xuansheng took the strip of cloth and asked with a puzzled expression.

"This is called the Mask Cloth, after it is attached to your weapon, the appearance and breath will undergo some changes, but it will not affect the normal use. ”

Shangguan explained, "After all, why are you in another country now, although your golden dragon spear is a counterfeit, it looks like a dry sky spear, so it's better to cover it up!"

He Xuansheng listened to it, and secretly took out the golden dragon spear and disguised it with a sigh.

"So easily he was beaten down again, this guy is really under twenty years old?"

"What's the point of this, who can beat this guy......"

"This martial arts tournament is here to do publicity......

Because every game that Zhao Tianluo won was too easy, this also caused dissatisfaction among many theatergoers, and they began to question whether this guy was really under the age of twenty.

In the face of these doubts, Zhao Tianluo also ignored them, but was a little unhappy because these people disturbed his dreams.

"Look, there's someone up again!"

In the midst of the noise, a young man dressed in a wide black cloak and carrying a black spear on his shoulder slowly walked up to the test table.

"Haha everyone, the kid came from the southern city, and found that there happened to be a martial arts tournament here.

This young man is He Xuansheng.

Zhao Tianluo, who slept a little bit on the side, slowly opened his eyes the moment He Xuansheng took the stage, a smile slipped across the corner of his mouth, and he changed his previous sleepy appearance, but sat up straight and looked at this guy on the test table with interest.

"This guy said he was from the south, and his accent does sound a little different, why don't you try it?"

"Shangbei, aren't you a self-proclaimed little overlord in Jiangnan?"

"Up, up, up!"

............ Under the coaxing of everyone, a young man stood up with a little embarrassment on the surface, and saluted the audience with his fists, saying, "Since everyone respects the villain, the villain will not hide his selfishness, if you can't solve this kid within ten moves, your dinner, the villain is all covered!"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, there was another round of enthusiastic cheers.

The young man walked up to the test table with a proud face, took a rough look at He Xuansheng's outfit, smiled "poof", and said, "Which ravine did you guys come from, wearing such a ragged clothes, these coins are for you, take them to buy a good clothes to wear!"

Saying that, the young man took out a few coins from the spirit ring and threw them casually, rolling in front of He Xuansheng with a "bang".

He Xuansheng's clothes are actually not shabby, they just look a little wrinkled after a long time of traveling, but this black cloak can indeed be considered shabby because it has been used for a long time.

On the contrary, this young man seemed to be a young master from some family, dressed in a luxurious dress, not at all like he was here to fight, but more like he was here to attend some kind of banquet.

The moment the coins were scattered, everyone in the audience burst into bursts of laughter, Yun Ya frowned, and his body moved to want to rush to the stage, but he was pulled down by Shangguan and signaled him to be quiet and watch the show.

One of He Xuansheng's biggest advantages is that he can stretch and bend.

He smiled, bent down to pick up a few coins on the ground, and asked, "I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

"Hahahaha, my name is Mingjing, my father Mingfeng is the famous head of the Ming family, seeing that you are so poor and sour, if you don't come to my house, I will arrange a chores for you, how about it?"

Mingjing's face was full of pride.

"No, no, I'm still used to living alone!"

He Xuansheng glanced at his mouth secretly, and a trace of fierceness slipped in his eyes.

I haven't heard of it.

I wanted to carry it a little, but looking at this guy's underbeatenness, I don't seem to be able to live in my pocket!

"The competition begins!"

The referee gave an order, He Xuansheng waved his spear in front of him, and Mingjing still maintained a hippie smiling attitude, and with a move of his right hand, a fiery red ball of light flew towards He Xuansheng.

This guy's attribute is still linked to the fire attribute?

From the first time he saw this guy, He Xuansheng had already seen through his true strength, the little overlord of Jiangnan in the mouth of the audience was just a gentleman who could not be cultivated more than two.

Raised a fist and hit the fireball directly, "fluttering", and it disappeared without causing the slightest impact.

"Huh?"

Mingjing's brows furrowed, and a trace of uneasiness slipped through his heart.

Of course, He Xuansheng's move not only made Mingjing feel a little uneasy, but even the audience instantly became nervous.

As the local residents of Cloud City, how could they not know the true strength of this Ming family?

Before, they said good things vigorously, this was just to make this kid happy, and anyone who has a little vision will always take the initiative to put some water when fighting against a guy like Mingjing, and make him happy, maybe he can get a sum of money, why not?

But looking at what this guy means, he doesn't seem to want to release water at all!

The Ming family is also a leading force in Cloud City, and if this gentleman is in a hurry, this foreigner may have a hard time in the future!

If you have lived in people's lies for a long time, you may really not be able to distinguish between reality and lies.

Mingjing is the best example of this.

Because of the Ming family, Mingjing has lived in people's praise since he was a child, no matter what he does, he will be recognized by others, and he can also win all the competitions he participates in, and he has always attributed all these credits to his transcendent talent, but in fact, these are just a fairy tale made up for him.

After all, this gentleman is happy, and it is common to throw money around.

This time, Mingjing obviously realized something different, but the pride in his heart finally overcame his doubts, and when he raised his hand, another fireball flew out, which was also scattered by He Xuansheng's punch.

At first, He Xuansheng thought that this fireball was just a tentative move, but after a few rounds, he realized that this was already all the moves of the Ming Realm.

In nine rounds, nine fireballs were released, all of which were wiped out by He Xuansheng's slap without exception......

"You kid give me a face, as long as you pretend to lose me, I will give it to you no matter how much money it is!"

Mingjing pretended to attack, walked in front of He Xuansheng in a few steps, and said softly.

"What if I say no?"

"Lao Tzu is a member of the Ming family, if you provoke me, I dare to guarantee that you won't even be able to get out of Cloud City!"

"Yes, then believe it or not, provoke me, and in the end your father will personally kneel on the ground and send me out?"

He Xuansheng said with a smile on his face again, but this smile was a little too dazzling in Mingjing's eyes.

"One last chance for you!"

Ming Jing was a little annoyed and angry, and activated the spiritual power of his whole body, but it only made the fireball of this tenth blow slightly larger......

raised another punch to scatter the fireball, and then He Xuansheng's waist twisted, his left arm flung forward, and several black shadows slid through the arc in mid-air that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and flew straight towards the Ming Realm.

"Ahh

A miserable scream came, and Mingjing's body flew out upside down, falling heavily on the ground outside the competition platform, and his face turned pale.

"Look, what are these?"

Several sharp-eyed viewers suddenly realized that Mingjing's limbs had a not shallow wound, and there was something embedded in it.

If you look closely, it seems that the wound is embedded in coins......