The next day, the three Miyamoto Musashi brothers and sisters got up early, had breakfast, and walked in the direction of Changle Street.

When the three of them first came out of the hotel, there were very few pedestrians on the street. Half an hour later, the streets began to be bustling with pedestrians.

Today, it was like a rally, at least compared to yesterday, because the three of them saw that on the streets in the direction of Changle Street, there were countless people shouting snacks, selling knick-knacks, juggling tricks, and selling rouge women's red.

"Senior brother, I want to eat sugar gourd." Nakolulu looked at the fiery red hawthorn wrapped in crystal clear syrup, and her saliva couldn't stop flowing.

"Okay, senior brother, I'll buy you a bunch." Miyamoto Musashi smiled faintly and readily agreed.

When Nako Lulu munched on the sweet and sour sugar gourd, she was so happy that she flew into a mood that made her watery eyes smile into a line.

"Senior brother, you can eat one too." Nakorulu held the sugar gourd in front of Miyamoto Musashi and said abruptly.

"Senior brother, I don't like sweets, senior sister, you better eat it yourself." Miyamoto Musashi gently pushed back the sugar gourd in front of him.

"Senior brother, can you just taste one, it's delicious......" Nako Lulu held the sugar gourd in front of Miyamoto Musashi again.

“...... Okay, brother, I'll eat one. Miyamoto Musashi took a bite of a sugar gourd and began to chew and taste it slowly.

At this time, Tachibana Youjing coughed a few times in embarrassment, "cough cough cough", to remind the little junior sister if she had forgotten something.

However, after a while, the little junior sister not only didn't think to ask herself if she wanted to taste one, but instead, she ate all the sugar gourds in one go.

Tachibana Youkyo looked at Miyamoto Musashi sourly, and then looked at the little junior sister who was extremely indifferent to him, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. The pace of his feet also accelerated, perhaps he was trying to escape this embarrassing atmosphere.

After half a stick of incense, the group of three finally arrived at the west of Changle Street. Looking in the direction of the crowd, you will soon be able to arrive at the scene of the martial arts competition.

The further east you go, the more crowded it becomes among the pedestrians, and it seems that this contest has really attracted many people to participate and watch.

When the three of them arrived at the scene, they found that the martial arts ring had been surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside the visitors. For a moment, they simply couldn't get to the front of the stands.

Just as they were crowding into the ring with the flow of people, suddenly a middle-aged man who looked like a butler stood in the ring and sang: "If you want to participate in this three-day martial arts competition, first of all, go to the place of origin on the side to register." Secondly, when competing, you must remember to stop at the point and not hurt people's lives, otherwise you will automatically become invalid qualifications. In the end, the last person is the ultimate winner, and he will marry the young lady of my family, and he will also receive a very generous reward. I hereby solemnly announce that the competition and recruitment conference have officially begun......"

As soon as the housekeeper's voice fell, the three-way drum sounded, and the scene suddenly became silent. The spectators all opened their eyes and wanted to see who would be the first to play.

Tachibana Youjing was a little angry because of the little junior sister's neglect of herself, and she was not very happy. At the same time, I also want to show myself in front of the little sister, so as to win her attention and favor.

As soon as the three-way drum fell, no one dared to be the first to enter the ring for a long time.

While the spectators were waiting intently, they suddenly felt a gentle tap on their shoulders as if they had been gently patted by someone. When they looked back, they suddenly saw that it was a young man dressed in an exotic costume, and he swept over his shoulders like a dragonfly and headed for the ring.

"Senior brother, look at the second senior brother, he will always be so frizzy." Nakorulu grumbled under her breath.

"Senior sister, let him go......" Miyamoto Musashi said indifferently.

......

"In Shimotachibana Ukyo, Fuso people's clan." After reporting to the place of origin, Tachibana Ukyo immediately turned around and came to the middle of the ring.

Tachibana Youkyo crossed his hands in front of his chest, his eyes slightly closed...... Wait for the appearance of the opponent at any time.

Suddenly, a stout middle-aged man with a beard suddenly climbed up from the side of the ring. There may be people in the audience who are familiar with this stout man, and they are beginning to cheer loudly for his bravery.

After the man finished signing up, he walked to the center of the ring with a grim expression and slowly removed the two Xuanhua axes from his waist.

Tachibana Youkyo's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly felt the evil aura from the other party.

With a "bang", the gong sounded, and the competition officially began.

When the middle-aged man saw the young man opposite, he didn't open his eyes to look at himself from beginning to end, which was not contempt for himself, and the anger in his heart rose.

"Ahh

However, before the middle-aged man could get close, the young man handed the long sword in his left hand forward, and the long sword "boomed" and quickly came out of the scabbard, and the sword handle went straight to the middle-aged man's chest.

With a "muffled" sound, the sword handle hit the middle-aged man's chest hard, and the long sword bounced back into the scabbard in an instant, never unsheathed from beginning to end.

After snapping his fingers, the middle-aged man flew backwards high, and then fell heavily into the ring, unable to get up for a long time.

When the audience saw this, they all secretly exclaimed.

The middle-aged man was defeated, did not make a move, and left the field with regrets.

At this time, the cheers and high-five from the audience came and went...... I don't know if it's a ridicule of a middle-aged man who hasn't made a move, or a cheer for the young man who is still standing on the stage.

Ohqing, a young man dressed in white, as agile and elegant as a butterfly, stood firmly on the stage after two somersaults in the air. The man in white holds a sword in his hand, his eyebrows are clear, and his demeanor is dashing.

I saw that the man in white quickly drew his sword and threw the scabbard on the ground, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the door of Tachibana Youjing.

When the opponent's long sword came with an extremely subtle sound of breaking through the air, Tachibana Youkyo shifted to one side, and he was able to dodge the opponent's powerful move.

From the other party's sword move, Tachibana Youjing immediately judged that this person still had some ability, unlike the previous big man, who was purely indiscriminate.

Tachibana Youjing's body movement just stopped, and the opponent's sword move struck again,

Tachibana Youjing's ears moved slightly, and he felt the opponent's long sword sweeping towards his chest.

Between breaths, Tachibana Youkyo bent backwards, dodging the opponent's sharp sword moves again. However, the sword move of the man in white did not stop because of this, but the sword edge deflected, obliquely forward, and swept quickly.

Hearing the change in the sword move, Tachibana Youjing pulled out the long sword with lightning in his right hand, and with a "dang long" sound, he separated the opponent's sword moves. The body returned to its position and stood in the center of the ring again.

When the man in white saw his sword move, he never touched half of the other party's hair, his breath was uncertain, he was indignant, he shouted angrily, and he had already jumped into the air.

Tachibana Youjing's ears are smart, and he can easily capture the opponent's breath and the opponent's sword moves. At this time, he felt that the other party was about to use the most powerful sword move.

The man in white jumped into the air, and quickly poured the vitality around his body into the sword body, and a sword qi like white mist went straight to the other party in an instant.

However, Tachibana Youkyo was ready to deal with it, and he secretly sent the vitality of his body to the sword body, and when the enemy's sword move fell, he slashed upward. The sword qi instantly shattered the opponent's long sword, and the end of the sword qi also took advantage of the situation to hit the opponent's chest.

With a "muffled snort", the man in white fell heavily to the ground, a trace of blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth, he got up with difficulty, covered his chest with his hands, and walked off the stage unwillingly.

At the same time, the applause and shouts from the audience came again.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen people were shot down on the stage by Tachibana Youkyo one after another.

All of a sudden, no one dared to continue to challenge on stage.

Time is slipping away every minute...... When the spectators decided that the young man who won more than a dozen games in a row on the stage would win the lottery of the martial arts competition. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with messy long hair jumped on the stage like a swift in a few strides.

The man with long hair and messy eyes, a pair of triangular eyes, and a thin figure, but there is an indescribable pride between his eyebrows.

As soon as the middle-aged man came on stage, Tachibana Youkyo suddenly felt the depth of the other party's vitality, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Miyamoto Musashi saw that the middle-aged man was as light as a swallow, and he was calm and relaxed, and he expected that the other party was by no means idle.

"This uncle is also old, and he is still so thin, and he dares to compete with my second senior brother without his own strength." Nakoruru whispered to Miyamoto Musashi.

"Definitely, your second senior brother has just met an opponent." Miyamoto Musashi said lightly.

A middle-aged man with messy long hair took a rusty halberd from behind him and took a defensive stance.

The spectators in the audience, looking at the rusty weapons in the hands of the middle-aged man on the stage, coupled with the silly movements, all laughed loudly.

However, the young man on the stage did not have the slightest carelessness, let alone laughter.

The two people on the stage looked at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man took the lead in launching an offensive, holding the halberd in his hand, and in an instant, the gun was like a dragon, and the momentum was like the wind, and he stabbed straight towards the face door of Tachibana Youjing.

The speed of the halberd is so fast that the visitors can only look at its shape, but it is difficult to taste its meaning, because the tip of the halberd is wrapped in halberd gas, which precedes the halberd itself.

Tachibana Youkyo felt the opponent's fierce attack, and hurriedly raised his sword to break through the opponent's halberd first, and then returned the sword to separate the opponent's spear. Immediately after, Tachibana Youkyo turned his sword and swept straight towards the opponent's front door.

The sword style takes the sword qi first, and the sword moves follow.

The middle-aged man calmly collected the gun, and with the end of the halberd, he flicked back and forth left and right, and Tachibana Youjing's sword style was easily broken.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man exerted his strength on his hind feet, and the whole head and feet swept over the sky above Tachibana Youjing. At the same time, the five-gun type was also passing by, stabbing at Tachibana Youkyo like a drum.

Tachibana Youkyo looked at his figure, and hurriedly leaned back, his feet on the ground, and only three inches hung between his body and the ground. Tachibana Ukyo raised his sword upwards and flicked his sword left and right, breaking through the opponent's sword style, while his body rotated clockwise along the landing point of his feet.

Tachibana Youkyo has a premonition that after the other party lands, there will be a return to the horse pistol. Immediately, he exerted force on both feet, and his body moved sharply in the opposite direction to the opponent's landing.

After the middle-aged man landed, there was indeed a return to the pistol style. Not only that, this time, the horse gun Han had seven moves, attacking Tachibana Youjing in different directions. Seven consecutive shots, almost instantaneously completed.

Miyamoto Musashi saw that the middle-aged man was neat and neat, and he kept worrying about his junior brother. Obviously, judging from the vitality and moves, it is impossible for the junior brother to beat him. If the junior brother does not admit defeat in time, it is very likely that he will be injured by the opponent.

"Senior brother, what do I think of the second senior brother has been pressed and beaten by the other party, if it goes on like this, sooner or later he will lose, it doesn't hurt to lose, the second senior brother may be injured." Nakorulu suddenly said anxiously.

"Don't worry, at the critical moment, I will help your second senior brother." Miyamoto Musashi comforted her.

"yes, okay." Hearing this, Nakorulu suddenly felt much more at ease.

Tachibana Youjing saw the opponent's seven moves in one gun, his feet touched the ground, and he jumped into the air, and his body moved with the sword, constantly rotating counterclockwise, and the sword qi formed a thick cylindrical barrier in an instant.

When the halberd qi hit, they were blocked by the barrier one by one.

After Tachibana Youjing landed again, he quickly mobilized all the vitality around his body and instilled it in the long sword, and from a distance, he saw that the sword body faintly flashed with a faint layer of blue. Between breaths, Tachibana Youkyo burst into a loud breath and offered his unique stunt to the other party---- Dragonfly Eighteen Styles.