The morning sun had just climbed up the mountainside, and the bustling Yueyang City had woken up from its slumber. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The once-in-a-decade famous sword finally kicked off today, and the heroes gathered on the school field of the pianist, waiting quietly. Those young people are excited in their hearts and want to show their style and make a name for themselves today.

The school field is surrounded by high platforms, and a circle of sandalwood chairs are placed on the platform for the martial arts seniors and representatives of the sect families to sit.

In the middle is a wide martial arts ring, called: Sword Trial Arena. Directly in front of you are a series of steps. From the staircase is a square field, on which are also placed four sandalwood chairs.

Qin Dongyang sat here, and beside him sat a white-haired old man and two middle-aged men, and this was the justice platform of the Famous Sword Society. Seeing that noon arrived, Qin Dongyang stood up and waved to everyone.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are Qin Dongyang, and we are the head of the family.

Thank you for all the martial arts channels, the young heroes came from afar to participate in the famous sword meeting of the pianist once every ten years.

As in the past, the Famous Sword Club will meet friends with swords and discuss heroes with martial arts, and the younger generation must be 18 or 30 years old before they can participate.

One side admits defeat or leaves the sword test platform to win, and there is no restriction during the period. The winner of three rounds can step down and rest until there is no one to challenge him, and then he will win the championship. If there is a violation, all of you here can attack it in groups.

Qin Dongyang stood on the platform of justice and announced the rules of the Famous Sword Club to everyone. After speaking, he pointed to the white-haired old man beside him and said, "This is the famous Shadowless Sword King Bi Xiaosheng and his predecessors. The white-haired old man stood up tremblingly, smiled and nodded to the heroes.

"These two are the iron pen scholar Wan Fa Wan Brother, the Golden Gun Jin Zhenlin Jin Brother. Qin Dongyang pointed to the two middle-aged people on the right hand and said.

The iron pen scholar Wanfa was delicate, and said hello with a light smile, giving people a very easy-going feeling. And the golden gun Jin Zhenlin was as upright as his gun, and he hugged his fists, and there was no emotion at all on his dark and rough face.

"Today, the three of them will preside over this fair sword meeting with the suffocating people, and now I announce that the famous sword meeting has begun!"

After Qin Dongyang finished speaking, he sat down slowly. All around them fell silent, waiting to see who would be the first to make it to the sword testing platform.

I got it!

In a loud shout, a young man with a fat head and big ears rose to the sky, volleyed a few spins and floated down on the sword test platform, causing a burst of applause from the crowd.

"Hehe, in Xia Niu Fei, which brother will come up to teach!" The fat young man had a simple expression, and he seemed to be quite embarrassed, but when his words fell, it caused a burst of laughter, and the name was simply too symmetrical.

"I'll meet you,"

A figure rushed onto the stage and shook hands with his fists: In Xia Yuyang, the family legend is seventy-two ways to dance willow swords in the wind, please teach Brother Niu.

The two of them went back and forth on stage, and they were inseparable, and they seemed to have equal skills.

Yu Yang's swordsmanship pays attention to the unity of body and sword, overcoming rigidity with softness, and at this time, he keeps fighting around Niu Fei, wanting to exhaust Niu Fei's spiritual internal strength. But his final plan still fell through, and he was forced out of the empty door by Niu Fei with a sword, and kicked him off the sword test platform with a flying kick. This fat man with a simple face has an obvious bright brain, and Yu Yang was calculated by him.

The next competitions were almost the same, and they were all average strength competitions at the beginning. None of the real masters have yet come to the stage, and apparently everyone has a tacit understanding and begins to compete with each other in patience. Whoever comes to power first will suffer a loss, after all, the masters compete for each other, and the victory or defeat depends on the fraction.

The setting sun gradually leaves a trace of afterglow, and the night slowly falls.

The day's battle was finally decided in the evening, and there were obviously fewer and fewer people on stage, and sometimes no one came to the stage at all. Standing on the stage at this time was Leng Mengli, the chief disciple from the Nine Shadows Palace. At this time, she has won six games in a row without defeat, and few people dare to challenge her on stage.

In the most corner of the school field, Ling Zifeng and Ling Mengran arrived in the evening.

The two stood in the most inconspicuous place, watching quietly, discussing the situation in the sword test table from time to time.

Ling Mengran slandered in his heart, although Ling Zifeng is annoying, he is definitely a master. He always knows the suspense of victory and defeat in the field, but he doesn't know anything about the relationship between the rivers and lakes, and he is even more curious about his origin.

"This Leng Mengli has won six games in a row, and his strength is very strong, you haven't told me what kind of force the Nine Shadows Palace is?" Ling Zifeng looked at Leng Mengli in the field, remembering the previous question, Ling Mengran hadn't told himself yet.

Ling Mengran rolled her eyes, and cursed fiercely in her heart, have you never seen a beautiful woman in your life, just staring at the beauty in the field, don't you care about the mentality of the person next to you, this girl can be regarded as a beauty.

Although he thought so in his heart, he still explained: "This Nine Hidden Palaces is a very mysterious sect in Baiduan Mountain, all of them are female disciples, and the disciples under the sect are rarely born, since this Leng Mengli is the chief disciple, it is likely to be the next palace master of the Nine Hidden Palace, this is the birth experience." ”

No wonder it is so powerful, if it is the next heir, it makes sense, Ling Zifeng nodded thoughtfully, and carefully memorized every word of Ling Mengran, he didn't know anything about the relationship between the rivers and lakes, so he could only train in battle like this.

"Look, someone has come to the stage again!" Ling Mengran stretched out his hand and pulled Ling Zifeng, who was pondering, Ling Zifeng looked up, only to see a handsome and dashing young man with a spring breeze on his face stepping on the volley and landing on the sword test platform.

Master, this is Ling Zifeng's first feeling. Volleying void steps require strong internal support, so that you can be as light as a swallow and walk on the ground.

Even those predecessors who have been immersed in martial arts for decades may not be able to do it, and even more, they can move in an instant, without a shadow, but such a master is rare to see in a hundred years.

"Ren alone in the wind and rain building in Xiazhongzhou, please teach Miss Leng!" Ren Duxing bowed his hand, smiling easy-going, without losing the demeanor of the heirs of the sect.

Leng Mengli returned the salute and said: "Ren Gongzi is serious, I heard that Ren Gongzi has the true inheritance of Ren Xiaoyao Ren Daxia, and his swordsmanship is superb, and I hope that Gongzi will give me more advice!"

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Ren, Xiao, Yao,

Ling Zifeng's mind was shocked by this name at this time, it was really hard to find a place to step on the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

No, Ren Duxing, Ren Yao, thinking of Leng Mengli's words just now, the relationship can't help but come out, and Ling Zifeng's eyes are piercing with ice.

At this time, Ren Duxing and Leng Mengli had already fought several moves, regardless of superiority, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal. Ren Duxing cut Leng Mengli's clothes, but Leng Mengli also cut off a strand of his long hair. Both of them pulled away at this time and looked at each other cautiously.

"Miss Leng has been on the battlefield, physically and mentally exhausted, even if she wins alone in the battle, she will not win, how about we decide the victory with one move?" Ren Duxing said solemnly, this is a strong and respectable opponent, and his strong self-esteem makes him unable to accept that he has become a villain who takes advantage of others.

"Okay,"

"Then Ren Gongzi be careful, the ninth style of the Nine Shadows Sword Technique, the Nine Swords Chaos Heaven and Earth," Leng Mengli didn't talk nonsense, he shouted coquettishly, the sword qi all over his body rose, his feet stepped on the lotus step, and the nine swords pointed to the sky, with the momentum of destroying everything, and rushed towards Ren Duxing.

"It's a good time, the wind and cloud swordsmanship, the wind and clouds move, and the world collapses. Ren Duxing did not retreat, and with a loud roar, the long sword brought up a fierce wind, enveloping himself like a tornado, indestructible.

bang

The terrifying strong wind collided, bringing a burst of roaring, which was the storm produced after the collision of two completely different inner diameters, and only the roar of weapons was heard around the storm, and the two blurred figures came and went in the storm, and ordinary people could not see the trajectory of the two fighting at all.

"Hey, who do you say will win and who will lose this time!" Ling Mengran looked at Ling Zifeng beside him curiously, as if he was a prophet, but he suddenly realized that the situation was wrong, and Ling Zifeng's eyes at this time were full of strong hatred, and there seemed to be some tragic murderous aura.

"Zifeng, what's the matter with you, don't scare me!" Ling Mengran's heart trembled, it was the first time she had seen Ling Zifeng lose her temper like this, and she didn't hide the emotions in her heart at all.

"His name is Ren Duxing, right?" Ling Zifeng didn't answer her, but asked rhetorically.

Ling Mengran replied with a puzzled face: Yes, what's the matter, the director of the Shaolou of the Wind and Rain Building is alone, as long as he is a person in the rivers and lakes, he knows it.

"So Ren Xiaoyao is his biological father!" Ling Zifeng's indifferent words did not carry the slightest emotion, needless to say that he already had the answer in his heart, so he asked the reason for "biological father" instead of "father".

"Of course, it's hard for you to think that Ren Duxing picked it up, don't talk nonsense, otherwise, this has to be said, this is a great enmity of life and death, and it will never die. After Ling Mengran finished speaking, she covered her mouth and snickered, but when she saw Ling Zifeng's stiff expression, she couldn't laugh, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, as if something bad was going to happen.

"Sure enough, wealth is moving, fame and fortune are charming, hehehe!" Ling Zifeng sighed in a sad and cold low voice, but it was like frost in the sky, freezing people's hearts.