Yichen could easily dodge a few moves at first, but the more he went to the back, the more he felt powerless, and he wanted to fight back but found that he had no way to start at all, only holding the pipa and playing a few noises that were out of tune between flashing and moving. Seeing the opportunity, Juechen snorted coldly, and shook the dust with his right hand, and pushed out his left hand without a palm under the dust, right in Yichen's heart, and even the pipa she used to block in panic was broken by the palm force, and the sawdust flew over. Crimson blood gushed out of her mouth, and her body was even knocked out of the ring, and the other two women from the Immortal Gate immediately flew forward to grab her and take her back to the tent to heal her wounds.

"This master is too unsympathetic to the fragrance and cherishes the jade, and she can't beat them to death when she sees them beautiful!" Mu Chuyu couldn't help but sigh.

As soon as these words came out, the people of the Moyi faction stood still as if they hadn't heard it, only Yan Qiying looked at him incredulously: "Brother Mu! Are you sick? ”

Mu Chuyu was about to reply playfully, "Fei Ye, Fei Ye!" ”

Who expected Kang Luo to interject, he said fiercely: "Ji Ying, Hugh is rude!" ”

Yan Zhenying immediately looked like a frosted eggplant, wilted!

Mu Chuyu looked in the direction of Pei Yao with no interest, and said thoughtfully: What is she disguised to be in the martial arts conference for? Is this her task?

The third person who was drawn to sign was Yan Kangluo, the head of the Ink Clothes faction, who got up from his seat as soon as he stood on the ground, and jumped into the ring in a blink of an eye.

Yan Kangluo's wide dark sleeves hung down to his knees, and the mechanisms inside were unknown. He first bowed his hand to Jechen, and Jechen returned the Buddha salute with one hand. Between the lightning and flint, the competition is about to start.

Juechen waved the whisk in his hand and shot it out towards Yan Kangluo, Yan Kangluo bent his fingers to grasp the dust by staggering, and raised his other hand to hold Jiechen's wrist, and Jiechen slid past him in time. The two of them confronted each other in the ring for several rounds and were still evenly matched, until Yan Kangluo leaned back and narrowly avoided the dust silk that was instilled by internal force like a steel wire, and several butterflies spun out of their sleeves with lightning speed, and they couldn't avoid it, and their waist and chest were scratched by two butterflies, and one turned around and fell to the ground.

"Offended!" Yan Kangluo walked up to her and hugged his fists to apologize.

Jiechen lay on the ground, pressed the wound on his chest, endured the blood in his mouth, and did not make a sound unwillingly. Several disciples of the Emei Sect walked quickly to the ring and helped them down.

Before the spectators in the audience had time to discuss how the butterfly Biao thrown by Yan Kangluo at the critical moment was unexpected, Xiu Yan, who was in fourth place, couldn't wait to fly onto the stage with a plum blossom nine-section whip. She was dressed in a tulle gown with an aqua blue background, and a red lotus flower on her forehead.

As soon as Yan Kangluo saw that it was her, he suddenly felt a lump in his chest, and his facial expression was tense.

"Master Yan, it seems that our people from the Mantuo Sect are really destined for you! Since this is the will of God, the younger generation will seek justice for my aunt in this ring today! As soon as the words fell, the plum blossom nine-section whip in Xiuyan's hand pounced towards Yan Kangluo like a snake spitting letters......

The grievances and hatred between Yan Kangluo and Gu Sanniang, the former saint of the Mantuo Sect, have long become a well-known open secret in the rivers and lakes, in short: more than ten years ago, Gu Sanniang, the saint of the Mantuo Sect at that time, fell in love with Yan Kangluo, the most proud disciple of Yu Yang, the head of the Moyi Sect, and rejected the courtship of Xie Qingyun, a disciple of the Spark Sect who was a childhood sweetheart. After Yan Kangluo and Gu Sanniang made a private agreement for life, they still remembered the position of the head of the Moyi faction. Yu Yang promised him that as long as he broke off contact with the Mantuo Sect Demon Girl and no longer interacted, the position of head of the family would still be his! So under the lust for profit, Yan Kangluo abandoned her ruthlessly after Gu Sanniang gave birth to her daughter, and he took his daughter back to the Moyi faction and married Yu Yang's niece Long Yixin. Since then, between the Moyi Sect and the Mantuo Sect, in addition to the incompatibility between good and evil, there is also an additional layer of love debts that cannot be repaid!

"You say, is Gu Sanniang still alive?" Pei Yao looked at the fierce fight on the stage, looked back, her nose suddenly became sour, and asked Shen Xiaoxun.

Shen Xiaoxun didn't expect her to ask such a question suddenly, a trace of unknown surprise and sadness flashed in her eyes, and she said lightly: "No one knows this question, since Gu Sanniang gave birth to her daughter Yan Zhenying, she has disappeared without a trace, as if the world has evaporated." Some people once suspected that Yan Kangluo killed Gu Sanniang, but Gu Sanniang did not see anyone alive or dead, and this inference without evidence finally came to an end. ”

Pei Yao listened to the answer Shen Xiaoxun told her, and silently clenched her fists. In fact, Shen Xiaoxun told her these things, in the years since she left the Moyi faction, she had already inquired clearly, but the duel between Xiuyan and Yan Kangluo made her think back to the past, thinking that what she knew might not be the truth or maybe it was just a rare part of the truth...... As a result, reality is not possible!

"Ahh The upheaval in the ring made her exclaim before she had time to calm her emotions, her fists loosened, her pupils dilated with fear and worry.

Xiuyan was no match for Yan Kangluo, and was knocked to the ground by him spitting blood, and the plum blossom nine-section whip she held in her hand curled up on the ground softly like Ayaluo.

Yan Kangluo approached Xiuyan with steady steps, the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to want to kill people, how proud the woman who was prostrate at his feet was standing in front of him before, and vowed to avenge her aunt, now? He snorted coldly, and the butterflies in his sleeves fell one after another, one button after another, flashing into a column, looking from afar, as if he was holding a silver sword in his hand.

Yan Kangluo said in his heart: Since you want to oppose this seat, don't blame this seat for being unkind to you! The world is so big, there are not a few people who oppose this seat, kill one, and one less will be missing!

Dozens of butterfly biao danced in a poignant arc in the air, seeing that Xiuyan was about to die under the butterfly biao, the silk needle prepared on Pei Yao's fingertips was full of strength.

She gritted her teeth and was about to fly out of the silk needle, but her wrist was pressed hard by Shen Xiaoxun, and her heart showed a moment of calmness: I am Pei Yao of Haitang Pavilion, I have a task now, what if I am discovered?

Shen Xiaoxun's gaze looked at the front like a piercing eye. It turned out that his original intention was not to calm Pei Yao, but he sensed that another dormant master was about to move.

Sure enough, as soon as Pei Yao calmed down, a woman in white who appeared out of nowhere fell from the sky and landed impartially beside Xiuyan in the ring, Yan Kangluo's eyes widened, and he was speechless in surprise, and the butterfly biao in his hand was also scattered by the woman in white with a palm, and his chest was decisively slapped with a palm, so that he suddenly retreated again and again, and almost fell outside the ring by an inch.

After standing firmly, the cold sweat on Yan Kangluo's forehead fell down. Now in the ring, the woman in white and Yan Kangluo are about three feet apart. Everyone in the audience was stunned, the younger generation on the rivers and lakes probably didn't know who this woman was, but the older generation in the rivers and lakes looked at the woman's dress, this appearance, and the eyebrows were exactly the same as more than ten years ago, and time didn't seem to have carved the traces of time on her face, she was still like a girl...... I have already guessed in my heart that eight or nine are not far from ten.

"Gu, three, mother!" Long Yixin's hand holding the armrest of the seat burst out with green tendons, and his mouth spit out these three words with hatred and hatred.

Mu Chuyu stood behind her and imagined that she could see the green smoke coming out of her head: the rival in love was really red when they met.

He subconsciously glanced at Yan Jiying, and was surprised to find that she was expressionless to her father and mother in the ring......

Odd! He returned his attention to the ring.

"Gu Sanniang! You don't have the right to stand in this ring, come down! Don't break the rules! Xiao Keqian stood up and yelled at Gu Sanniang.

However, Gu Sanniang didn't seem to care about Xiao Keqian's words, and completely regarded him as a mosquito buzzing in his ears, and smiled coldly: "When did our Mantuo Sect observe the rules of the rivers and lakes?" You're kidding, Lord Shaw! Her voice was as beautiful as a girl's.

"You ......" Xiao Keqian felt as embarrassed as if he had swallowed a mosquito in public.

"She, is Gu Sanniang?" Pei Yao could barely hear her own voice.

"Gu Sanniang! Don't be ignorant! ”

"This is the martial arts conference! Since you're here, you have to follow the rules! ”

"Xiao Jiabao will not allow you Gu Sanniang to be presumptuous!"

The famous and decent people in the ring were pointing at her and shouting non-stop, telling her to obey the rules, and put on a posture of going up to fight her if she didn't agree with her, but no one dared to bear the brunt, and they all gave the first step to the host Xiao Keqian. But Xiao Keqian didn't move, he was counting on Yan Kangluo in the ring, after all, it was a grievance between the two of them!

Gu Sanniang picked up the seriously injured Xiuyan with one hand, and looked vigilantly at Yan Kangluo, whom she once loved. Yan Kangluo may feel guilty about her, so he didn't make another move, but looked at Gu Sanniang directly, his lips moved slightly, the word "Sanniang" was about to come out, but he called it out in his heart, and he didn't make a sound in his mouth.

Gu Sanniang should have also read the lingering feelings for her from Yan Kangluo's face, she staggered her eyes, grabbed Xiu Yan and jumped up on the ground, wanting to leave the place of right and wrong, and the other five people of the Mantuo Sect immediately followed.

Yan Kangluo stood in the ring stupidly, and he was lonely and planned to let go of the two aunts and nephews. Unexpectedly, the woman behind him came out with something bad, and the dragon was jealous and angry, so he flew forward and chased after him, and Yan Zhenying, who had no time to think, also chased after him when he saw this.

"What's going to be sung again?" Mu Chuyu muttered to himself puzzled.

Gu Sanniang scolded Long Yixin in her heart, then threw Xiuyan to the disciples of the Mantuo Sect with a push of her hand, and ordered them to take Xiuyan first, Xiuyan handed the plum blossom nine-section whip in her hand to Gu Sanniang at the moment she was pushed out. Gu Sanniang swept away the nine-section whip in her hand, which caught Long Yixin and Yan Zhenying off guard, and they couldn't take advantage of them with two to one, but Gu Sanniang didn't show defeat at all.

"Strange! Since Miss Yan helped her adoptive mother beat her biological mother? And Gu Sanniang is also merciless to her biological daughter...... What the hell is going on? Mu Chuyu scratched his chin lightly and felt incredulous.