"In Xia Wutian, I also ask Brother Wei for more advice. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"An ordinary teenager behaves politely and politely, not like a martial artist, but more like a scholar. The gray cotton robe is made of ordinary fabric, and the folding fan is held in hand.

Zi Su frowned fiercely, not only because the scholar looked at the rules and polite behavior and his behavior on the stage as soon as his voice on the stage fell at this time, but also because Zi Su felt a trace of blood on this young man, this is by no means a polite scholar boy, than the scholar Zi Su is willing to believe that this is a bloody killer who has been in the sea of corpses and blood for many years.

But his face doesn't seem to be fake, is this boy really so young? Is it the Lord or is he the same existence as Seven?

The left hand that was placed on the knee and covered under the sleeve was slowly clenched, and the exit in the sleeve was cold.

Half-closed eyes, as if sleeping but not asleep, as if drunk, only Shisu himself knew how calm his mind was, like a three-foot cold front about to come out of the sheath.

.......

"Scholar. Wei Ziqi whispered softly, "The Lord really thinks of me." ”

"Why do you say that you have done a good job and leave suddenly, your skills and minds have always been excellent among all men, and the Lord has great praise for you, and it is unknown if you will go further in the future, so why destroy your future. The scholar shook his head and sighed.

"Thou art not me. "The Lord does whatever it takes, and if it were not for the unscrupulous means, how would he have thrown himself into his disciples and helped him to do evil. Now, it's atonement......

"Let's do it. With a light sigh, the long sword shone with a blood-colored chill in the sun.

"I'm sorry Seven. The Lord says that if you are obsessed, then you will be wiped out. The folding fan was unfolded, and with a slight shake of the fan bone, sixteen cold blades popped out, without any tricks, and as soon as the scholar Wu Tian made a move, he revealed the hidden mystery of the fan.

Whether it is a sacrifice for the years that have been together, or respect for a genius, or jealousy, envy and blessing that he can choose his own path.

The snow-white folding fan intersected with the long sword dripping with the blood of its master, and the clanging sound resounded throughout the ring.

It wasn't until the two started fighting that many martial artists accepted this fact, and this year, some people came to the stage to challenge immediately after the end of the preliminary round, and the most important thing was that the alliance leader actually didn't stop it.

The chivalrous man scolded indignantly, and the quick-minded trickster looked at the rest of the ring and was eager to try.

Finally, someone jumped into another ring with a serious injury in his sword to challenge.

This jump seemed to open some kind of prohibition, and for a while, many warriors jumped into the ring to perform the despicable challenge of taking advantage of people's danger.

Looking at the noisy and chaotic group of the audience, the leader of the alliance on the stage was helpless and sad, and collapsed on the chair as if he had lost all his strength.

After a lifetime of conscientious work, the Ying and Ming dynasties were destroyed on the eve of the Ming Dynasty. What can I do?

On the stage, an old man knocked on the ground with a cane, and asked angrily. Accusations abound, and righteous people shouted where justice was.

The alliance leader's mouth opened and closed, and two words came out of his mouth.

The people on the stage were like ducks with their throats pinched, their voices stopped abruptly, and their expressions were quite similar to those of the alliance leader. Sighing helplessly, he looked at the strife under the lookout, and several old men threw up their sleeves and left the stage, with a bit of desolation.

Offstage, Jun Yifan watched the chaotic scramble, the bones of the hand holding the wine glass turned white, and the glass suddenly shattered into sharp fragments after a few squeaks, leaving a bloodstain in the palm of his hand.

Baili put away his flirtatious smile, took out a folding fan and knocked it in the palm of his hand, and sighed: "I'm ashamed to use a fan." This person is mine, don't rob it. ”

Chu Duxue's long sword was crossed on her knees, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, looking like she could draw her sword and kill at any time.

Zi Su got up like a puff of smoke drifting away, and there were still words lingering on the table: "No, he belongs to this son." ”

Grabbing Wei Ziqi's shoulder, he performed light skills and quickly retreated with the scarred Wei Ziqi, dodging the killer move that slid to his throat, stuffed a wooden box into Wei Ziqi's palm and pushed it outside the stage, Chu Duxue followed closely and protected Wei Ziqi's side.

The nirvana failed scholar wu tian put up his folding fan and stood up with a chuckle and looked at shisu this is number seven oh no, the person who wei zi qi is following now.

"Shaoxia, this move is not in accordance with the rules. ”

"Seeing that your excellency is skilled, your skills are itching, and when you see that this kid is defeated, you hurried to catch up. If you don't admit defeat because Brother Wei, you don't have to care, if you fall off the stage, you will lose, and no one will not admit that you won the competition just now. Zi Su clasped his sleeves with both hands and said unhurriedly.

"Shaoxia, this move can make it difficult for Xiaosheng to be a good student. The scholar wrinkled slightly, as if he didn't expect Shisu to give such a scoundrel reason.

"Just beat it. "You'll have an account.

Shisu's half-closed eyes opened slightly, and he looked at the scholar opposite him with blazing eyes.

"Childe. Spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and Wei Ziqi exclaimed weakly.

"Shut up!" Zi Su shouted without replying, "You signed a contract with this son, and you are the person of this son, and who will allow you to seek death without the permission of this son." ”

"Your grievances, if you don't open your mouth, my son won't interfere without authorization. Zi Su sneered: "But this time your methods are too disgraceful, the rules are broken, and it causes chaos, and it just so happens that this son sees it again, which makes this son disgusted, and I have no choice but to ask Your Excellency for advice." ”

"You, not bad. The scholar smiled, this time with a little sincerity. Wei Ziqi, you have found a good master, his character can be regarded as a saint compared to the lord, at least you will never be just a pawn like us.

"Childe yesterday is not yesterday, challenging scholar Wu Tian. Zi Su said loudly, and the sound of the cold spring under the moon resounded throughout the audience, temporarily suppressing the chaotic contention, causing everyone to look sideways at the No. 8 ring.

"I didn't expect to be preempted by him. Baili laughed at himself, he didn't expect his words to be useless.

"He doesn't look like a martial artist. "Yesterday was not... Is it ......

"He dares to go up, not just with enthusiasm. At least with his speed, there was no problem in escaping. ”

"Yes. "With subordinates like Wei Ziqi, they must not be ordinary people.

The only two people left on the black stone table looked at the stone platform with a wait-and-see expression.

Scholar Wu Tian folded his fan and attacked Shiso like snow, Shisu unfolded his body and turned into a wisp of black smoke, and the various colors of smoke that popped out of his fingertips rushed towards the scholar as if it was alive.

The scholar couldn't dodge, and was brushed by a wisp of gray smoke over his left hand. The left hand was numb and numb in a short period of time, and he lost consciousness.

The scholar exclaimed, "You use poison!"

Zi Su smiled lightly, and swirled around the scholar and popped out poisonous smoke: "This son is a poison doctor, no need to be poisonous, is it possible to use a knife and a gun with you?"

The scholar is staggered, and he is right, he is a poison doctor who does not use the poison he is best at, and it is difficult to attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings. All this is the scholar's own speculation, Shisu has never said that poison is what he is best at, but it is also his own strength.

The scholar folded the fan and danced quickly, and the folding fan brought out the white shadows of the debut, and the silk that wanted to be thickened wrapped itself into a white cocoon.

The perilla turned into a black poisonous smoke, which was not a colorful smoke that penetrated the cocoon and stained the white silkworm that had not yet turned into a butterfly.

Shiso didn't use the poison that must be killed, so he used various auxiliary poisons to weaken his physical condition to play the scholar.

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