As soon as the four of them walked to the door of Baiweiju, they looked up and saw Mu Junfeng and Yan Qiusheng coming out together, and the two of them talked as they walked, their voices were very low and the distance was far away, so they couldn't hear what they were talking about at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two passers-by walked face to face, Lang Li and Ruyan deliberately avoided them, pretending not to see them, and calmly passed by Mu Junfeng and Yan Qiusheng, but they could be as if nothing happened, and Mu Junfeng stared at them intentionally.

"Wait a minute!" Mu Junfeng said suddenly.

Lang Li chuckled in his heart, pretended not to hear, and continued to walk forward, not because he was afraid of them, but because his identity was too sensitive and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"You four wait a minute!" Seeing that Lang Li had no intention of stopping, Mu Junfeng shouted again.

"Are you calling us?"

Mu Junfeng didn't say anything, and walked straight to Lang Li. "Have we met somewhere?"

"We? Ever seen? This son, you recognize the wrong person. ”

Mu Junfeng still didn't speak, looked at Lang Li with very awkward eyes, and then looked at Ruyan beside him.

"Hey! Did you know that it's rude to look at people like that? Linglong was not happy, she was really a little angry, and she was completely different from the usual quarrel with Lang Li.

Mu Junfeng didn't see the reason for looking at it for a long time, and hugged his fists and said: "Everyone, I'm sorry, this son looks like a friend of mine, so I took a few more looks, and it was rude." ”

Lang Li also hugged his fists and said that it didn't matter, Linglong snorted coldly, and several people turned around and left.

Looking at Mu Junfeng's puzzled expression, Yan Qiusheng said, "Brother Mu, what's wrong, is there anything wrong?" ”

"Brother Yan, don't you think that young man just now looks like a person?"

"Who?"

"Lang Oak!"

Hiss......

Yan Qiusheng gasped and said, "No, can it be so coincidental?" ”

Mu Junfeng sneered: "Hehe...... Why not, Brother Yan, don't forget why we came to Jiangnan Town, it's not because of the Shui Han Sword, its last owner was Lang Yunfan, besides, don't you think the woman next to him is also familiar? ”

"You mean...... Small as? Yan Qiusheng blurted out.

Mu Junfeng nodded, "That's right!" It is Xiaoru who disguises herself as a man at the Shifang Town Recruitment Meeting. ”

"I really think that woman is quite similar, but I heard that they fled to Wushan and disappeared without a trace, it is said that they are now in the Hundred Swords Villa, how could they appear here."

"I don't know how it appeared, but in short, pay attention to these people." The two talked as they walked, and after a while, they disappeared into the flow of people.

Although the winter in the south is not as cold as in the north, the humid air does not necessarily make people feel good.

"Brother Lang, did you say that the Shui Han Sword will really appear in the ring today?" Ruyan asked as he walked.

"No!" Lang Oak cut the railway.

"Why? Are you so sure? Linglong gave him a blank look.

"The value of the Shui Han Sword is enough to cause a martial arts dispute, but you see these people, although they are all from three sects and nine streams, there are few ruthless characters, and the only sword master is still dressed in disguise." As he spoke, Lang Li glanced at Gongsun Yunliang, who simply pretended not to hear.

"Maybe they're all watching the wind, maybe not."

"Maybe, I don't think so."

A few people chatted while walking, and before they knew it, they arrived at the Nanxian Temple.

Nanxian Temple is a Taoist temple, although the ring is held here, it is not actually in the Nanxian Temple, but in an open space at its entrance.

Jiangnan Town is not big, but it doesn't mean that the people here haven't seen the world, but this time the ring in the name of Shui Han Sword attracted almost all the locals.

In the morning, there were already a lot of people around the ring, and tens of thousands of people gathered here, even if there was no ring, it was a very spectacular thing.

Lang Li and the others squeezed hard for a long time before they came to the front of the crowd, and they were met with countless white eyes during this time.

"Old man Gongsun, have you ever seen the Shui Han Sword Slave before?" Lang Li turned his head and asked.

"Of course I have seen it, but I have never seen these people who claim to be Shui Han Sword Slaves."

The two were talking about seven men in wide black robes sitting in the ring against the backdrop, their faces were so different that they couldn't see their faces clearly, except for two faint blue lights shining through their dark hats. It gives it a creepy feel.

The men sat there, motionless and silent, like sculptures of clay tires, and only a young man dressed in white, with a pale face and a wicked smile, was talking.

"Fellow villagers, fellow martial artists. Thank you for coming to Jiangnan Town to cheer you on, I am grateful, I am just a pawn under the name of Shui Hanjian, my name is Zhao Liancheng.

Today, I think everyone knows why this ring is set up in Nanxian Temple, and I won't repeat it, as for the rules of this ring, it's very simple, no matter what order or enemy is, I gave it a name, called Death Competition. ”

As soon as Zhao Liancheng's voice fell, the audience immediately caused an uproar, death competition, no one had ever heard of such ring rules, and they didn't know what a new thing it was.

The audience discussed for a moment, and Zhao Liancheng continued: "Everyone, be quiet, be quiet." I know that everyone doesn't know much about this death competition, so let me briefly introduce it.

The so-called death competition is not one-on-one or two-on-two, but all the people who want to win the water cold sword take the stage together, and you are enemies of each other, that is to say, everyone else on the stage is your enemy except yourself, and when you defeat everyone, the remaining one is the champion of our ring. ”

Wow......

There was another commotion in the audience, people were talking, everyone's hearts were trembling, and the same was true for Lang Li and others, this is not a ring at all, it is a fight without humanity, there is no victory or defeat, only life and death, as long as you still have the breath, it is not a loss, only death is the final result, otherwise it will not be called death competition, thinking of this, Lang Li is frowning.

Lang Li was thinking about it, and Zhao Liancheng on the stage spoke again. "Some people may want to ask, is it better to let others fight first, and wait until people die or lose to take the stage.

I think there is more than one person who has this kind of thought, but this is not allowed, I will give you a pillar of incense time to go on stage, if after a pillar of incense you are on stage, it is meaningless, that is to say, it is invalid, after a pillar of incense, the ring officially begins. As he spoke, a servant had already set up an incense burner and inserted a lighted musk.

After speaking, Zhao Liancheng returned to the backstage, and there were only seven black-robed people and an incense burner left in the entire ring.

Time passed little by little, everyone was talking, but no one was on stage. The seemingly simple ring is actually a life-and-death battlefield.

Half of the incense has been burned, but there is still no one on stage, it's not that they don't want to, but they don't dare, if they rush to the stage, they are likely to lose their lives, even if they are lucky enough not to die, they must be seriously injured, even if they get the water cold sword, what can they do, and they are not sure that this is the real water cold sword.

The ring was quiet, no one took the stage, but Zhao Liancheng and the others were not in a hurry at all, people died for money, birds died for food, not to mention that the Shui Han Sword was not comparable to a treasure at all. Sure enough, those who are not afraid of death came.

A man with a five-short axle jumped into the ring, holding two wrought copper shovels behind his back in both hands, walking around the stage with the corners of his mouth pursed, and his eyes scanned the audience with contempt.

"Under is the bronze Gong Lei Dabiao of the Iron Gong Gate, today on this ring is the water cold sword, I see that this incense has been burned half, if no one is on the stage, this water cold sword is under it." As soon as Lei Dabiao came on stage, he shouted loudly to the audience, with an unconcealable pride all over his body, as if the Shui Han Sword was already in his bag.

As the saying goes, as long as there is the first leader, the others have forgotten the dangers and stakes, and they are all gearing up and swishing...... In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people jumped up, most of these people were people with little fame and no strength, but they all had one thing in common, that is, they didn't know the height of the sky.

To tell the truth, Zhao Liancheng and the others were not very happy that these people took the stage, because he also knew that few of these people could be called, but some were better than nothing, and besides, they were selling dog meat on the head of a sheep, as long as someone came on stage, their goal could be achieved.

To their surprise, the number of people who finally took the stage far exceeded twenty, and the ring was full of people. Whether it was the people on the stage or the people off the stage, they all watched quietly, they all had ghosts, everyone had their own ideas, and the four of them crowded into the crowd, waiting for things to change. A pillar of incense has been burned to the bottom, and the incense is about to be extinguished.

A gust of wind blew, blowing away the smoke and dust, and also blowing away the hope of the last burning of the incense.

Boom......

A scuffle began, the people on the stage had no goal and no opponent, it was completely instinctive killing, various sects, various weapons collided with each other, the sword flashed, the sword light was swirling, and the shouting of killing shook the sky.

This is a fight, not a competition, no one will show mercy to others, and some people have even begun to regret taking the stage, but the matter has come to this point, no matter how much regret it has, it will not help.

From a distance, there was a faint layer of red blood mist floating in the air above the ring, and the gentle and delicate Jiangnan Town was shrouded in the smell of blood at this moment.

From time to time, blood and limbs flew down to the stage, splashed on people's faces, and hit people's heads, frightening the people to flee in all directions.

Lang Li saw all this and hated it in his heart, doing these crazy things in the name of Shui Han Sword, no matter who it was, he couldn't forgive. And the people on the stage don't want to fight for any more water cold swords now, all they want to do is run for their lives, but the matter has come to this, and it is not easy to get out.