In the just-concluded game, the two disciples of "Yang Jiajian", Yang Yule and Yang Junming, were eliminated, and they were also eliminated by the disciples of the old enemy "Qin Wumen"!

Yang Shanyue's face suddenly became embarrassed, extremely embarrassed - he was like a gambler who had just lost his wife, and he had the heart to kill and set fire!

Yue Bu looked at it in his eyes, smiled in his heart, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "Hey, what a pity." ”

How could Yang Shanyue not know that this guy was a restless and kind-hearted weasel? He forced a smile on his face, and asked pretending not to know, "What is the pity of Master Yue?" ”

Yue Bu despised him fiercely in his heart, and said in his heart that this old guy is really hypocritical! He smiled and said, "The two disciples lost at the same time, doesn't Master Yang feel a pity?" ”

At this moment, as if there were tens of thousands of ants biting his heart, Yang Shanyue slowly closed his eyes, slowed down for a while, opened his eyes, shook his head and said: "There are clouds in the book of soldiers, 'victory and defeat are common things in soldiers', they are still young, and they have opportunities." ”

Yue Bu chuckled and said, "Master Yang is so open-minded, he is also a true master. ”

Fengyi Zhenren joked: "Is there a difference between true and false masters?" ”

Qin Haoran sat on the side, with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were staring at the boxing ring.

Yang Shanyue's sharp eyes noticed Qin Haoran's unusual move, so he looked in the direction of his eyes, and when he saw Qin He's expression, a rare smile appeared on his gloomy face.

He laughed a few times and said, "Master Qin, don't you want to go and see Ling Lang?" ”

Qin Haoran came back to his senses and sneered: "Yang Yule's injury is even more serious, I'm afraid it's not me who wants to go and see it, right?" ”

Yang Shanyue said with a smile: "The injuries of the inferior are more serious, but after the game, after healing, he will be fine after a few months of cultivation." But Qin Shao's head is different. ”

Qin Haoran teased: "What's the difference between dogs? Could his injuries be life-threatening? ”

Yang Shanyue said with a smile: "Master Qin is really good at laughing. Although Ling Lang's injuries were much lighter than those of the inferior disciples, they were also quite serious. If he is not treated immediately, I am afraid that he has already come to the end of this martial arts competition. ”

Qin Haoran was worried about this matter, and now that Yang Shanyue said a word, the pent-up worry in his heart was like a balloon that was suddenly punctured, and it suddenly poured out, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly: "The more you get to the end, the closer the strength of the two sides of the game is, who knows who his next opponent will be?" Could it be that it will be just as badly injured? ”

Yang Shanyue's old face full of smiles suddenly froze, and he couldn't smile anymore. He is a martial arts senior, and he has experienced countless competitions, how can he not understand this?

Wen Jun looked at Qin He, whose face was blue, and said with concern: "Big brother, it doesn't matter what your injuries are, right?" ”

Qin He groaned for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said softly: "Xiaojun, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to the next game." ”

Wen Jun caught Qin He's lifeline, and a trace of true qi immediately entered his heart.

Holding his breath and contemplating for a while, Wen Jun let go of his hand and said eagerly: "Big brother, go to the lounge, I'll help you heal." ”

Qin He smiled bitterly: "Heal? Is it too late? ”

Wen Jun said: "You don't have to think about the next game. Your injuries are serious and will leave sequelae if not treated immediately. With that, he picked up his body and left.

Qin He hurriedly stopped: "Xiaojun, you have to wait for a while, don't waste your energy." ”

Wen Jun half-hugged and half-pushed him forward, and said, "When is it, you can still manage so much, your body is important." ”

Murong Pei supported Qin He's other side and persuaded him: "Yes, big brother, Xiaojun is right. ”

Qin He struggled and said hurriedly: "Xiaojun, no, let me go." Father is still counting on you to win the championship for 'Qin Wumen' at home. ”

Wen Jun said: "The master wants me to win the championship, and he wants you to win the championship." ”

Qin He's eyes suddenly turned red, and he choked up: "Xiaojun, I'...... I ......"

Wen Jun smiled: "Big brother, why are you crying like a girl?" I promise you'll be in the ring when the next fight comes. ”

Qin He opened his mouth, more joy than surprise, and said, "It's really ...... It's true? ”

Wen Jun nodded and said, "Do I dare to lie to you?" ”

Murong Pei shrugged his body beside him and said, "Time is pressing, why are you still chirping here!" ”

“…… In the second group, Yang Jianming ...... to Wang Shuming"

Yue did not hesitate to quip: "Haha...... Head Yang, Ling Lang finally played. It's just that I don't know where this Wang Shuming is sacred? This man is so old at defending that Lang should be more careful not to capsize in the gutter. ”

Wang Shuming's origin is mysterious, and no one knows where he came from. In the previous many games, with his very good defense, he passed all the way and killed Huo Yi, the great disciple of the Huashan faction.

The two fought for nearly three hundred rounds, and Huo Sui's "Huashan Sword Technique" could not break through Wang Shuming's dense defense line. In the end, it was Huo Mian who was so tired that he was out of breath and almost collapsed, but Wang Shuming jumped off the boxing ring with a relaxed face.

No wonder Yue Buxi would speak so in such a weird way.

As the young head of "Yang Jiajian" and the runner-up of the last martial arts competition, Yang Jianming's only purpose on this trip is to run for the championship, which does not need to be concealed.

The battle between the two aroused the interest of countless people, and everyone wanted to know whether Wang Shuming's defense was strong, or whether the "Yang Family Sword" was stronger than the secret book "Qiankun Sword Technique".

"Please advise!" Yang Jianming was still polite, clasping his hands into fists.

Wang Shuming laughed and said: "Where is the competition so exquisite, I heard that your strength is very strong, and the 'Qiankun Sword Technique' is famous in the martial arts, so take me first and then talk about it." ”

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Wang Shuming did not put on a defensive posture at the beginning, but made the first move. There is nothing special about his knife, it is just an ordinary simple knife.

His knife skills are not bad, it is just ordinary chopping and chopping, no matter how ordinary, as long as it is a person who has used a knife, he will come to one or two moves.

However, he came out with a knife, fast, very fast! It was so fast that no one could see how he came out with the knife. The blade cut through the sky, revealing a snow-white patch, and a spring thunder suddenly exploded overhead.

Thundered!

After a loud bang, Yang Jianming suddenly felt his clothes fluttering, his hair fluttering, and his scalp hurting.

Yang Jianming didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, and hurriedly performed the "Wind Chasing Footwork", with a touch of his toes, his body ghostly drifted to the periphery of the sword shadow, but there was an extra cold long sword in his hand.

Wang Shuming threw himself into the air with a knife, felt a sudden gust of wind blowing behind him, turned around immediately, and waved his knife to meet him without waiting to see what the situation was.