The audience was silent, and everyone watched Jun Qingyan's green robe stained with blood and walk off the stage step by step, not knowing what mood it was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, after everyone had eased up, they subconsciously stretched their necks, and looked at the claws of the gentlemen...... Oh no, look at your hand and see if you have long nails.

Not to mention these people, even Gu Chengqi, who was sitting here calmly from beginning to end, couldn't help but want to see if the child's claws had long nails.

As soon as the thought fell, she glanced at Jun Qingyan's hand, well, slender and fair, with distinct knuckles, she just tore a piece of flesh and didn't see much blood, and her nails were well repaired, but they weren't long.

Gu Cheng retracted his gaze fixedly, looked at Lin Qin, and began to plan in his heart to guide him to play two more tricks, one, two, three, four.

Tsk, she is still very interested in this killing move, if it is improved and used against the enemy, the deterrent effect must be good.

This is true, look at the frightened martial artists on the side......

Probably no one will be willing to talk to you lightly for the time being.

She touched her chin, blinked, and said, Is it still possible to talk to Jun lightly? After all, the rest of the pile is not as easy to pinch as soft persimmons. Well, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal to go to the Red Maple Sect in the future, and if you have a trick with the head, maybe you will benefit more.

Gu Chengqi had a small calculation in his heart, and Lin Qin began to read the second person.

"In the second game, Linzhou Qiyan vs. Anchang Tang Xingxian. ”

On the candidate's seat, two men rose into the air, crossed two arcs in mid-air, and stood in the ring.

Qi Yannai was a slender middle-aged man, standing against the wind, with a scorn between his eyebrows. Tang Xingxian is a tough guy, seven or eight feet tall, about thirty years old, unstained with vulgar dust, and a little bit of monk's compassion between his eyebrows, it is obvious that this is a lay disciple from Shaolin.

The two stood on both sides of the competition platform, separated by three zhang in the middle, each holding their own weapons, Qi Yan was holding a spear, and Tang Xingxian was naturally holding a long stick. At the same time, the corners of the two of them were windless, and the internal force that was faint like white smoke lingered around them, as if they had entered a state of preparation.

The drums are beating --

Qi Yan moved, and the spear in his hand stabbed at Tang Xingxian on the opposite side like a meteor, and his fierce energy brought a whistling sound in the air.

Tang Xingxian didn't move, the compassion between his eyebrows seemed to be heavier, the moment the spear was about to stab in front of him, the long stick together, with a clear sound, one end of the stick hit the tip of the gun heavily, the spear was pressed down, moved in a direction, and stabbed towards Tang Xingxian again,

Tang Xingxian was not stupid, he immediately used his strongest move, and he hit Qi Yan with his head and face all over the world.

The people under the shadow of the stick are not vegetarians, not to mention that although this Shaolin shadowless stick is powerful, Tang Xingxian is only in a good posture, and the foothold of every stick shadow in it is biased. After Qi Yan saw a loophole, he stabbed it over, and with a bang, Tang Xingxian took several steps back.

The eyes that were still sad began to be a little flustered, and suddenly a trace of determination flashed, and he shouted loudly with a stick, bursting out with the potential to die, and rushed up and hit it with several shadowless sticks.

Seeing this, Qi Yan didn't dare to despise it anymore, and danced his gun into a flower to resist several stick shadows. Looking at a gap, he jumped up and stabbed directly at Tang Xingxian with a gun in one hand. Tang Xingxian blocked one and blocked it again......

After repeating this repeatedly, the two of them could still see the moves in the ring, but the faster the two fought in the back, and when they were in the middle of the fight, it was already after hundreds of moves. Qi Yan gradually gained the upper hand, and his marksmanship became more and more comfortable, and then looking at Tang Xingxian, the stick technique was out of order.

Qi Yan didn't give Tang Xingxian a chance to breathe, he rose from the ground, and then swooped down towards the top of his head, the tip of the spear shook in the air and drew a circle at great speed, and thousands of gun shadows stabbed at Tang Xingxian with lightning speed.

The dazzling offensive is like a murderous one. On the seat of the hundred officials, several people stood up at once.

In the ring, Tang Xingxian was almost exhausted by wave after wave of strong attacks, and the long stick in his hand was just a dying struggle, resisting the endless spear tips left and right. This move was very similar to the Shaolin Shadowless Stick he played before, and he realized that Qi Yan was a martial arts genius at all. The kung fu he has learned is now used, and his own moves are dealt with on him, and what is even more sad is that he can't even parry, what kind of mood do you want to ask him? The devil knows what kind of mood he is in now!

Tang Xingxian didn't notice it, he was kicked heavily in the chest, rolled it upside down, his heart and blood surged, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and at the same time, he slammed it to the ground, and with a fierce shock, he felt that his internal organs were not good.

Followed by Qi Yan, and the spear in his hand, under the sun, there was a chilling light.

At the last moment, Tang Xingxian yelled, "I admit defeat!!"

Qi Yan's offensive stopped, and the tip of the spear was stopped an inch away from his chest, and it was conceivable that if he shouted a little slower, the consequence would be to go to see Lord Yama.

Tang Xingxian gasped heavily, just now he was too close to death, so close that he forgot that Master Xuanwu usually taught him, 'All appearances are false. If you see things that are not like each other, you see them as they are. Do not take the phase, such as not moving. What joy is life, and what is death. Seeing through life and death, the six realms of reincarnation, what's so terrible?'.

Thinking of this, Tang Xingxian's face was flushed, and he was even more ashamed that he couldn't see through life and death than the serious injuries and pain on his body.

Tang Xingxian was still immersed in his own thoughts, but Qi Yan no longer looked at him, if he became a king or a loser, what was there to look at in his eyes again? Standing there with his body upright, a gust of wind blew, slowly blowing the robe on his body.

"In the second game, Linzhou Qi Yan won!"

Gu Chengqi didn't look at the winning Qi Yan, but looked at Tang Xingxian lying on the stage with great interest, half a monk, who came to fight for the position of this martial champion, should have regarded death as home, but with this appearance, isn't there anything hidden behind it?

I remember that in the information that Song Wendi gave her, it was not said which prince or prince Tang Xingxian was, it can be said that this person was accidentally called, of course, there is more than one outlier in this.

If all the people in this martial arts arena are members of the royal family, will the emperor still sit firmly on the emperor's viewing platform, but just send a person himself here to be a pioneer officer?

The atmosphere of the entire school was mobilized by these two fights, and the civil officials also saw a wave of enthusiasm, especially those officials who knew the background of some candidates, and they were even more excited.

Gu Chengqi glanced at the prince's seat, and the people who came to watch the battle today were still those princes.