Lan Jiaojiao and Yan Qingcheng glanced at each other, listening to Dongfang Ran's meaning, it is very likely that they will see the martial arts alliance leader tomorrow.

"It seems that tomorrow we must go and see this excitement." Lan Jiaojiao put down her chopsticks and glanced at Yan Tingcheng.

Yan Tingcheng continued to eat his favorite plate of mountain mushrooms, lowering his head as if he didn't intend to speak.

"Grandma, do we need to prepare something?" An Yang is interested, she has not seen the real martial arts festival yet. I didn't see a real fight today, so it's a bit of a pity.

"Little girl, don't go!" Yan Tingcheng suddenly said. King Yan doesn't seem to like to talk very much, or does he pretend to be deep in front of Lan Jiaojiao? An Yang slandered in his heart.

However, what he said made Anyang a little unconvinced: "Why can't I go?" Maybe I can help. I'm also looking for the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. An Yang pouted a little unhappy.

Yan Qingcheng picked his eyelids, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't speak again.

An Yang naturally understood that the other party was looking down on her, and was afraid that she would drag her feet. Since Yan Qingcheng couldn't get permission there, her eyes drifted to Dongfang Ran. He'll always be on her side, right?

I didn't want Dongfang Ran to look at An Yang, and glanced at Yan Tingcheng again: "It's okay!" Listen to Hades. ”

"What?" Anyang was in a hurry, didn't let her go? Then how can she do it, she still has to find the leader of the martial arts alliance. What a great opportunity! She also wanted to ask why he issued such a reward order? Who instructed him?

An Yang stared at a pair of already big apricot eyes, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She looked at Lan Jiaojiao aggrievedly, Lan Jiaojiao sat there and watched the three of them perform, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Don't bully my precious granddaughter." Lan Jiaojiao glared at Yan Qingcheng, turned her head to An Yang and said, "Let you go, just let the three ghosts accompany her." Lan Jiaojiao turned her head and glanced at the three ghosts of the Western Regions who were eating at the next table.

The three little old men immediately looked over, they were usually quiet and had no sense of existence.

For the first time, Anyang felt inferior because of his martial arts skills, and his big foggy eyes flashed with crystals.

Dongfang Ran clamped a pod and was about to put it in his mouth, seeing that Anyang was about to cry, he quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "What's wrong?" Eating and still not happy? ”

"Let you go, but it's too ostentatious for you to go. I'm not at ease! Dongfang Ran told the truth, with Anyang's appearance, he far surpassed Lan Jiaojiao when he was young. If this appears at the martial arts conference, I am afraid that it will be difficult not to make people worry.

Although the three ghosts of the Western Regions have received a lot of advice from Yan Tingcheng over the years, they are a little old after all, and the years are not forgiving.

At that time, if the martial arts alliance leader does not show up, it is fine, if he really appears, I am afraid that there will be a vicious fight. Since the other party dares to give such a reward order, he should not be a good person.

can be the leader of the alliance for two consecutive terms, and the kung fu is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Yan Chengcheng finally put down his chopsticks and looked over: "Are you sure you want to go?" Have you thought about it? ”

An Yang nodded desperately, his eyes firm: "Even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, I must go and break through." ”

Yan Qingcheng frowned, and turned to look at Lan Jiaojiao beside him: "The martial arts conference has a huge number of people, I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect her at that time." Let's let the raccoon follow her. ”

Lan Jiaojiao was silent for a while, and seemed a little embarrassed: "Tanuki has a withdrawn personality and is reluctant to contact outsiders. I'm afraid he'......"

"Then tell him to protect him secretly, and he doesn't show up." Yan Chengcheng Road.

Dongfang Ran and An Yang were stunned for a moment, and had the heart to ask who the raccoon was, but seeing that the two of them didn't seem to have the intention of saying anything, they had to say nothing more with doubt.

After everyone discussed it, they went separately and prepared to go, and Anyang and Dongfang Ran also returned to their Nanyang Inn.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Anyang and the others got up early and began to prepare.

When they came to the venue of the martial arts conference separately according to the agreement the day before, they found that it was not too early, but a little late.

The spring breeze in March, the fine willows are like silk, and the birds in the mountains and forests near the martial arts conference are singing, which adds a bit of joy to the already noisy venue.

It's already as lively as the annual Chinese New Year.

Anyang hasn't forgotten yesterday's assassin, and knows that the villains in the shadows shouldn't give up, so today Anyang deliberately spent an hour on disguise, and it was really not easy to see the original appearance.

However, she still tied a jasper hairpin with a crimson pendant on her head as agreed yesterday, which Lan Jiaojiao specially gave her.

In order not to be too ostentatious, Anyang did not wear a full-cover weft hat, but appeared at the conference venue dressed as a chivalrous woman.

Dongfang Ran wore a personal leather mask, completely covering his original appearance. It's just that his temperament and handsome figure can't be changed.

As soon as the hour came, the competition officially began, and there were still only the eighteen Imperial Sword Divisions on the presiding platform, and the main seat was still empty.

An Yang glanced around, but he didn't see any suspicious people, let alone the shadows of Yan Qingcheng and Lan Jiaojiao, but he saw the three ghosts of the Western Regions wandering around Anyang, but they didn't get close.

Dongfang Ran pulled An Yang around the ring of the conference almost once, and Anyang's legs were weak, and he didn't see the masked man that Dongfang Ran said yesterday on the field.

The competition had to be carried out in the order in which it was registered. From time to time, Anyang looked at the stage. There are people in the martial arts of various countries, and the weapons they use are also different, and the fighting is really exciting.

According to the rules of the game, the competition is first fist and foot kung fu, and then the blade. It stands to reason that yesterday's man won more than 100 people in a row with his fists and feet, and there is no need to test weapons today, only if he wins with his fists and feet, he will test weapons.

There are still several waves of people competing at the same time on the stage, and the winner participates in the next round of competition. Yesterday, that man actually broke the rules and directly confronted 100 people by himself, which is also unprecedented.

But the person they wanted to wait for was gone, which made Anyang and Dongfang Ran a little puzzled.

Just more than half an hour after the game, a tough-faced man suddenly came up. In his thirties, he holds a Aomine sword in his hand.

Dongfang Ran's eyes lit up: "Here, it's this person." He didn't even wear a face towel, could he be confident? ”

As soon as An Yang heard him say this, he quickly stood on tiptoe and looked at the stage. Their position was a little close to the ring, and Anyang had a hard time watching.

Dongfang Ran looked at An Yang trying to look up a little funny, so many people couldn't pick her up, so he took her and moved away.

Although this man used a sword, he never drew his sword, and he was facing a southwestern warrior with a half-moon axe in his hand, and he looked like he had strength.

I didn't want the two to start but two rounds, the southwestern warrior with the plate axe split Huashan with one force, and the man with the unsheathed sword lightly touched it with the scabbard. The man with the axe actually took off his hand, and saw a big axe fly straight to the little guy standing next to the stands to maintain order.

An Yang was so shocked that he covered his mouth with one hand, and at this moment, a crimson figure appeared in the ring in a flash, and a familiar pink ribbon flew out and tightly wrapped around the sharp axe.

The movements are smooth and smooth in one go, and the graceful posture and dancing wide sleeves make Dongfang Ran unbearable to look at directly.

An Yang's mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, but fortunately, he had a small hand to cover it, and he was stunned for a moment before saying, "Why is he here?" ”

Dongfang Ran naturally didn't know, wasn't this guy injured? How did it get better so quickly? He's here, what about Mingyue? Why didn't Mingyue contact them? Dongfang Ran's mind was full of questions.

Sima Jun looked like he was squirming his waist on the stage, and looking at that sad expression made people want to slap him.

The man with the sword obviously didn't expect such a master to suddenly appear, is this using this place as a stage? Dressed like a singer.

"Who is Your Excellency? To compete on stage, you need to abide by the rules of martial arts. What do you mean by doing this? The man with the sword had a bad face.

"The carving insect subplot actually wants to deceive? He's a drag you paid for money, isn't he? Sima Jun circled around the two.

"Yesterday you sang a one-man show for an afternoon, and you want to continue today? Go ahead! What do you want? ”

The sword-wielding man's face became even more ugly: "What else do I want to ask you?" This is the martial arts competition, with natural real skills, what are you doing here? ”

As soon as Sima Jun heard the other party scolding him, his anger immediately came up: "Of course it's to clean up you, a charlatan!" ”

As he spoke, the brocade in his hand went straight to the other side's door, and the man with the sword did not show weakness, and directly drew his sword to meet him.

The two of you come and go with me equally, it seems that this person's kung fu is not bad, and it is not all fake fighting.

The man who made the axe saw that the two were fighting, and quickly picked up the axe on the ground and slipped down the ring.

They were fighting hotly on the stage, and Anyang and Dongfang Ran under the stands looked at each other, this person was actually Kunlun swordsmanship.

Kunlun sword is the former martial arts alliance leader Mo Kunlun original, he has a set of sword skills, a set of sword skills out of the gods, alone in the martial arts for more than 20 years without an opponent, but also stabilized the situation in Kyushu for decades of ups and downs, martial arts disputes.

Later, after the untimely death of his two sons, Mo Lingyun, the heir of his grandchildren, was also short-lived, and he never participated in the selection of the alliance leader in his life, and no one knew his strength at all.

This person actually used the Mo family's swordsmanship, could it be a descendant of the Mo family?

The sword-wielding man moves fiercely, and the sword is deadly. Sima Jun's moves are feminine and tactful, and he has the potential to play Tai Chi.

But the other party was ruthless but couldn't touch his corner sleeve robe, and the man's face showed eagerness.

"I can't see that you're quite a sissy who can hide." The man couldn't cut him, and he cursed angrily.

Sima Jun was not angry: "You stupid person still want to touch the master, the master thinks you are ugly and dirty, do you know?" Didn't anyone tell you? You're ugly! ”

The other party was even more angry when he heard it, and he was angry when he couldn't hit him, but he was even more angry when he was provoked, and he shot even more violently.

The audience saw that such a beautiful man was like a god, his movements were gentle but mixed with strength, and the strong wind rose between the waves of his long sleeves and the exhibition, all of them cheered.

It's not a big deal to see the excitement, and some people even cheered and applauded, shouting slogans: "Come on, beautiful man!" Beautiful men will win! ”

The sword-wielding man was even more angry when he heard the shouts below, and his pace began to be disordered.

Sima Jun saw that the people below were so sought after, and he was a little fluttering: Sure enough, whether it is male or female, it is good to be good-looking.

He became more and more courageous, treating a fight as a play, and dancing happily.