"Does Senior Brother like flowers?"

A soft voice came from the mouth of Cen Haitang, who had completely recovered from the petals, and then showed a lovely smile, and did not wait for Jin Liangchen to answer, and said: "Begonia likes it very much, no matter what kind of flower, I like it." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

With a sigh, Jin Liangchen looked at his hands and feet that had been wrapped in countless petals, and the sword in his hand was really buried in the flowers little by little, he could only watch helplessly, unable to move.

The petals that fell from time to time, on his face and body, drew blood marks one after another, more and more, this feeling of being Ling Chi, Jin Liangchen had not experienced it, but he had seen the scene of Ling Chi with his own eyes, people in the secular world always had some special hobbies, when he was still young, he inadvertently broke into a secret room, and looked at an old slave who was usually kind to him, and was cutting off the woman tied to the pillar little by little, he saw that the woman was still breathing, faint, as light as a feather, and the blood was dripping on the ground, more and moreShe could see the flesh on her body peeling off piece by piece, he didn't know if the woman was in pain, but he was in pain now.

Seeing the infinite fear in Jin Liangchen's eyes, Cen Haitang suddenly felt that it was not fun, and the petals fluttering in the air instantly turned into sharp blades in unison, and he was about to stab towards Jin Liangchen, preparing for the final blow.

"Wait, he's already thrown in the towel."

The battle between the same door is a little bad if it is too cruel, and as soon as Zuo Liang, the first seat of Yuhua Peak, spoke, he took advantage of the situation and sent it away, sweeping away the remnants of Jin Liangchen's body and the surrounding flowers.

Without the restraint of flower petals, Jin Liangchen fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

"It's not fun." Cen Haitang turned around and walked down the martial platform, and the remaining petals gradually disappeared, as if they had never appeared, and even the fragrance of begonias never existed.

Cen Haitang can not care about Jin Liangchen's life or death, but as a disciple of Yuhua Peak, Zuo Liang still cares a little about him, an inconspicuous disciple, and orders someone to send him back to Yuhua Peak.

Looking at Jin Liangchen, who had lost his ability to move and was taken down, the remaining disciples were even more nervous, they didn't expect Cen Haitang to appear in the first game, and he defeated the opponent with such a relaxed attitude, if he met later, how to deal with it, everyone's hearts were clouded.

Before encountering it, some people are a little withdrawn, and the deterrence that Cen Haitang wants in this competition has been achieved.

Ye Lang looked carefully, Cen Haitang's strength was even more powerful than she expected, and in the last move, she couldn't even feel where Cen Haitang was, let alone crack this move.

Seeing Bai Ningxue in Taishang Peak before, Ye Lang even had some joy in her heart, although she didn't show it, but the dark clouds that felt pressed on her head finally dispersed, and that kind of comfortable mood still made her a little excited, and reality gave her a head-on blow.

"Are you worried?"

The emotionless voice appeared in Ye Lang's ears, which surprised her a little.

There was no one next to her, and after drawing the one that belonged to her, she confirmed her opponent and stood here all the time, although the view was not excellent, but it was better to be quiet.

Looking sideways, Ye Lang crashed into a pair of clean eyes, and there was no expression on his face, he couldn't see his emotions clearly, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one else around Ye Lang except him, no one would have thought that it was the person in front of him who just spoke.

"Cowardly?"

Ye Lang saw that there was no change in this person's eyes, except for the muscles on his face that his lips were touching, and even his breathing was extremely thin.

"Can you dodge that?" Without answering his words, Ye Lang asked.

Looking at the still expressionless face, Ye Lang noticed that the ordinary wooden sword on his waist, as well as the clothes of the outer disciples on his body, were clean and tidy, spotless, and an ordinary wooden hairpin tied up his hair, just like the feeling he gave people, obviously ordinary face, ordinary clothes, but people felt that he was like a sword out of the sheath.

"I don't know." He spoke again, still expressionless.

It seems that neither of them is sure that they can find a flaw in the begonia blossom, Ye Lang retracted his gaze and looked at the stage, the two people on the stage had just started to fight, so they only looked at Pei Ling, and they didn't notice the names of the two people.

Both of them are swords, and even their cultivation is almost the same, and they are just fighting for the experience of fighting.

Among them, the fat person moves more flexibly than the thin one, every time he avoids the opponent's sword moves, he uses every bit of his spiritual power in the corresponding place, and the use of spiritual power is better than the thin one, and the thin man doesn't seem to notice this, just keeps making moves, it seems to be easy, but in fact, the weakness has been revealed, and if he can't think of a stick of incense, the thin man will replenish the aura because of the excessive consumption of spiritual power, as long as he seizes this opportunity, the fat man will begin to fight back.

"Xu Feng will win." Ye Lang heard him speak again, this obvious ending, there is no need to say it, but Ye Lang is a little curious why he has been here all along, chatting with her?

When the words fell, I saw that the thin man stopped, thinking that he was going to take out the elixir to replenish his spiritual power, and the fat man was waiting for this opportunity, seeing this, the long sword in his hand attacked the thin man.

In the snap of his fingers, the place that should have been pointed at the thin man was empty, and the fat man stood still with his sword.

"What about people? Yes! ”

Even the onlookers were greatly surprised, obviously the thin man would be defeated because of a little flaw, but now he appeared behind the fat man, and before everyone had time to react, the blade of the sword was already on the fat man's neck.

"Jun Xifeng, Xu Fengsheng."

No one thought that the fat man would lose! From what they saw that the fat man controlled his spiritual power, he was at ease with crazy attacks, and he only lost in just one moment.

Ye Lang felt a little embarrassed because of his wrong judgment, looking at the person beside him, he still had that expression, he couldn't see joy, anger, sorrow, or any emotional ups and downs, but how did he know that Xu Feng would win, and win so beautifully.

"Opening, Gui Yuan Dan."

After the thin Xu Feng drew lots, he found that the gap between the opponent and himself was very small, so he hid an elixir under his tongue, pretending to fight sword moves with the opponent, consuming the spiritual power of the two, and the unsuspecting opponent thought that he had won the ball, and he didn't want him to swallow the pill halfway, and deliberately showed a flaw, showing a state of spiritual power exhaustion.

In the end, when the opponent was defenseless, he used the last bit of spiritual power on his body to gather at his feet, and then appeared behind the opponent, if it was a real battle, he had no spiritual power, and if the opponent was able to fight back, I am afraid that he had become a corpse, but fortunately it was just a competition.

Being able to find that Xu Feng hid a pill before opening, Ye Lang couldn't help but admire Pei Ling's observation a little, no wonder it was easy to break through the uneasiness in her heart, the person who was regarded as an opponent by him, some small movements would be taken into the eyes, and his sword would seem mediocre, but in fact, he would control all the retreats of others.

"Ye Lang." Ye Lang watched him open his mouth and say his name, intending to make friends.

Pei Ling still stared straight at Ye Lang, as if looking at her eyes, and as if he was still that unfazed, until the next competition had already come to the stage, Pei Ling finally spoke.

"Pei Ling."

Tell yourself your name, followed by another sentence.

"I want to fight you."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Lang saw the joy of finding an opponent in his eyes, although it was fleeting, but Ye Lang kept looking at his eyes, and he couldn't be wrong.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Ye Lang replied, Pei Ling appeared beside her, I am afraid that he also knew that his fighting style was a little similar to his, maybe he had seen his own competition with others, and he had seen his own way of fighting, so he would be interested in her.

As Ye Lang thought, Pei Ling did go to see her competition, it can also be said that Pei Ling has been paying attention to Ye Lang since the first day of the competition, he happened to be there that day, seeing the speed of Ye Lang's fists, it didn't seem that there were any fancy moves, some were just confident in their own speed, completely before the other party reacted, knocked him off the stage, and the control of his strength was also very skillful, and it did not hurt the other party.

Later, as long as he had the opportunity, he went to watch her competition, and found that every time he saw Ye Lang controlling his strength, he didn't hurt the opponent, unless the opponent was too heavy, she would fight back.

Pei Ling felt that her battle was somewhat similar to her, but the result was a little different, she was very kind.

The two of them looked at the competition on the stage with their own thoughts, although Pei Ling said little, but he was observant and could find a lot of neglected places, and Ye Lang learned a lot of useful things from it.

It was finally Ye Lang's turn to take the stage.

Smiling lightly at Pei Ling, Ye Lang walked to the martial platform in the center of the field.