This made Tang Chen feel a little strange, at this time, the Tang Spear should be cultivating in the Jiuyang Tower in Jiuyang Valley, why is it still in Holmium City?

Like Tang Chen, Tang Gun was also surprised when he saw Tang Chen.

After some conversation, the two sides finally solved their doubts.

It turned out that the time flow rate at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Corpses Cliff was different from that of the outside world, and in the few days that Tang Chen had stayed, two months had passed in the outside world.

And in these times, Tang Gun had already finished his cultivation in the Jiuyang Tower!

Feeling the different atmosphere of Tang Gun and the past, Tang Chen was slightly stunned, it seemed that in the past two months, the other party had got a chance.

Tang Gun patted Tang Chen's shoulder: "Our brothers haven't seen each other for so long, we must have a few drinks." ”

"Okay, get drunk and rest!" Tang Chen also smiled.

Immediately, the two asked for a semi-enclosed private room, ordered a table of wine and food, and began to drink.

This restaurant is square in shape, surrounded by private rooms and loose seats, and has more than ten floors high.

In addition, there is a ten-zhang long and wide high platform in the middle of the restaurant, which is generally used to entertain the performances of courtesans and dancers.

But more often than not, it has become a place for martial arts competitions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Liu Neng, the steward of Juxian Building!"

A slightly chubby middle-aged man stood on the platform in the hall and arched his hands to the surroundings: "Thank you Liu for coming, today, I want to announce a big event here!"

"What's the big deal?"

"Lao Liu, say it quickly!"

"Speak quickly!"

......

The Wu Xiu in the restaurant was in a commotion, and his attention was all on Liu Neng's body, waiting for the fat man to finish speaking.

Feeling everyone's reaction, Liu Neng was very satisfied, smiled faintly, and said loudly: "Murong Xue, the talented daughter of the Murong family in Haicheng, has posted an elite post and invited the young elites present to talk about martial arts in the Murong family garden in the west of the city tomorrow!"

"What?Murong Xue?"

"My goddess!"

"What kind of elite post? Does a thirty-year-old count?"

"Talking about martial arts?"

......

For a while, the restaurant was boiling, and all kinds of voices were noisy, and many people's eyes lit up when they heard Murong Xue.

Tang Gun drank all the wine in the cup, looked at Tang Tangchen, and said with a smile: "It is said that this Murong Xue is as beautiful as a heavenly immortal, brother, why don't we go and see it too?"

"I don't have much interest in that Murong Xue, but the martial arts talk in it is worth watching. Tang Chen looked at the situation in the hall and continued: "Of course, if there is a master like you, it is not bad to pass the move!"

"Haha, I knew you would say that! Let's take a look at the situation first, since there are elite posts, there must be certain restrictions, after all, there are so many martial arts cultivators here, they can't greet them!" Tang Gun nodded.

Sure enough, Liu Neng waved his hand, looked at everyone and said loudly: "Silence!"

At this time, the restaurant immediately quieted down, and everyone focused their eyes on Liu Neng, only to see Liu Neng touch the Qiankun ring with his right hand, take out a delicate gilt invitation, and look at everyone.

"There are only fifteen elite posts, and the number of places is limited, so please decide for yourself the winner of the elite post, and after you have enough people, come to me to receive the post!"

At this time, everyone began to talk again, and the restaurant was quiet for a moment, as if it had exploded.

At this moment, a figure landed on the stage, glanced around at the martial arts on each floor, and said loudly: "Since it is an elite post, it is natural to use strength to prove that you are an elite, I suggest that you decide with martial arts to determine the belonging of the elite post!"

At this time, all the martial cultivators quieted down, and after three breaths, one voice after another sounded.

"I agree!"

"I'm for it!"

"That's a good idea!"

……

Sou!

Another figure landed on the square platform, this was a white and pure young man of about twenty-three or four years old, and his cultivation was also at the middle and upper level here.

He looked at the gray-clothed young man and the martial cultivators who had spoken before, and arched his hand and said, "Luocheng Pang Hai, if you want to get a post, please give me advice!"

"L.A. Pang Hai!"

"This person's strength is not weak, I wonder if I can get an invitation?"

"I wonder who's going to fight?"

……

For a while, no one stepped forward to fight Pang Hai, but there were many discussions.

It seems that Pang Hai's strength is very strong, and no one dares to be the first to fight.

At this time, the gray-clothed young man who came up first spoke, only to see him looking at Pang Hai, and arched his hand: "Mingcheng Yang Lizhong, I am willing to fight with Your Excellency!"

At this time, there was a commotion from the crowd, and everyone saw that their eyes were locked on the gray-clothed young man again.

"He is Yang Lizhong!

"No wonder there is such momentum, it turns out that he is that Yang Lizhong!"

"You say which of the two is stronger or weaker?"

"It's hard to say!

"I think Yang Lizhong is a little stronger!"

"I think Pang Hai is stronger!"

……

"Jiu Yang!" Pang Hai's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he arched his hand at Yang Lizhong: "Since this is the case, it is up to you and me to start the battle for this invitation!"

"Please!" Yang Lizhong also bowed.

Immediately, the two widened their distance and separated on both sides of the cube table.

After three breaths, Pang Hai took the lead, and a pair of short swords in his hand, like meteors, flashed with silver light, stood with the cold star sword in Yang Lizhong's hand, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

"Which of them do you think will win?" Tang Gun was extremely excited when he saw the fight, picked up a wine jug, and poured it directly into his mouth for a long time before stopping.

"Within fifty moves, it is comparable, after fifty moves, Yang Lizhong may have the upper hand, to decide the winner, it needs to be after a hundred moves!"

Tang Chen leaned over, leaned back in his chair, and also carried a wine jug in his hand, but his eyes kept staring out of the window, and he didn't put it on the competition in the hall, but he knew the situation in the hall well.

"I think it is, too!" Tang Gun smiled and moved his gaze to the fight.

At this time, the two of them had already passed fifty moves, as Tang Chen said, before fifty moves, the two were comparable, but as soon as these fifty moves passed, Yang Lizhong immediately gained the upper hand, forcing Pang Hai to retreat again and again.

Sonor!

Sonor!

Sonor!

……

After a while, the two of them went back and forth, and they had already passed more than 90 moves, and after a fight, Pang Hai was faintly invincible at this time, and he was always on the defensive.

He gradually felt that it was difficult to resist Yang Lizhong's attack, especially when the blades collided, sparks splashed, which added a lot of pressure to his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had already exchanged a hundred moves, Yang Lizhong's long sword in his hand pointed to the ground, his body was like a spinning top, spinning upside down, volleying three feet in the air, and then a cold true yuan gathered on the sword, turned into a little star, and stabbed downward.

"Fallen Stars!"

Pang Hai's face was solemn, and he quickly raised the true yuan of his body, and the short swords were combined, waving each other, and conjuring up beautiful sword flowers.

"A hundred flowers bloom!"

However, he is already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, compared to Yang Lizhong's falling stars, his hundred flowers bloom only with the momentum of the other party, which is really not enough to see.

Sonor!

The gold and iron resonated, and the true yuan exploded.

Sure enough, Pang Hai could not resist Yang Lizhong's attack, and was directly repelled six zhang away and landed under the square platform.

Yang Lizhong exhaled deeply, stood up, looked at Pang Hai with an ugly face in the distance, and said indifferently: "Agreed!"

Pang Hai eased his breath, calmed down, his complexion returned to normal, and he looked at Yang Lizhong and snorted coldly: "I admit defeat!"

After speaking, he returned to his table on the second floor and took a big sip of wine.

(End of chapter)