On the ring, Yuan Ci, who was always dressed in black and black shirt, ended his pranayama, stood up with a sword, and looked at the challenger in front of him who stepped into the ring step by step with an expressionless face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He has been guarding the ring under his feet for a day, and after each challenger comes to the stage, he hopes that the other party will not be too weak, but unfortunately, his hopes have been disappointed again and again.

But it doesn't matter, the last thing he lacks is patience, he can wait, the rivers and lakes are so big, there will always be people as he wishes.

For example, the young man in front of him who looks good and has a shy smile.

A gust of autumn wind blew, blowing up pieces of fallen leaves on the ground, and by chance, a fallen leaf drifted in front of Yuan Ci with the breeze and fell slowly.

In the silence, the withered yellow fallen leaves were divided in two as if they had been slashed by an invisible sword, and the incisions at the edges of the separation were unusually neat and smooth.

The fallen leaves in the autumn wind are withered, dry, and fragile, and people always touch them slightly, and if you don't pay attention to the fallen leaves, they will fall apart.

No one touched the fallen leaf, so although it was split in two, it still didn't break, and slowly fell onto the wooden floor.

The shy young man who came to challenge swept his gaze over the fallen leaves, and his expression seemed to be a little nervous.

After a moment's hesitation, he said seriously: "I, can I prepare?"

Maybe it's because of the competition in public, or maybe it's because of the fallen leaves, so he looks a little shy, nervous, a little embarrassed, and cramped.

Yuan Ci didn't answer, just stood there quietly, the long sword in his hand groaned softly, and his eyes fell on the saber on the young man's waist.

The sword is long and thin, and it looks like a Toei katana.

On this long knife, he felt a strange murderous aura, as if there was nothing, ethereal, as if it was an illusion.

The boy straightened his clothes, put the bag on his shoulder aside, took out a few fragrant buns wrapped in paper from his bosom and put them in his bag, pulled out the katana at his waist and checked it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He's ready for the trivialities, and he's ready to start, but he still has a problem.

After a pause, he hesitated again: "My knife only kills, so ......"

So for Yuan Ci, this is a life-and-death situation......

As the most luxurious restaurant in the center of Emei City, there will naturally not only be windows in the box, but also a sky pavilion for people to rest and watch.

In the pavilion, Luoluo and Hua Youyou are playing chess, and the two of them are playing chess half a catty and eight taels, and they are very happy.

Although Hua Youqi is a descendant of the Huajian faction, he is more proficient in the way of painting, and his chess skills are not good, but he is not bad, he must be much stronger than Luoluo.

The reason why it is said that the two of them are half a pound and eight taels is because at Luoluo's request, they played backgammon......

On the side, the other three were drinking and chatting, watching the fight in the ring.

Xinghuan leaned on the railing and listened to the wind, staring at Yuan Ci's ring.

After the young man took the stage, his eyes were attracted to the other party.

He Shan, who was on the side, said lightly, "Is it him?"

Zhao Tianyu's expression suddenly became solemn, and the wine glass in his hand subconsciously stopped playing, and looked at the young man with sharp eyes.

Xinghuan was curious and said, "You know?"

Zhao Tianyu said indifferently: "I've heard of it."

This time, He Shan was not polite again, and said bluntly: "If my expectations are correct, this person's name is Tong Lang, who is proficient in the secret art of Dongying, and his mastery is "A Knife in the Wind"."

After a pause, he said: "But this person is a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, he has always been a dragon who sees the head and does not see the end, and it is not surprising that he appears in this Emei City now, and he also wants to meet the martial arts heroes for a while."

"I just don't know who can be better than Yuan Thirteen in a fight with this person......"

After the words fell, He Shan stared with great interest at Tong Lang, who was putting his bags and preparing in the ring.

If you put aside the restrictions of the ring, the real life-and-death battle between the two will have the same unpredictable outcome.

Dongying's secret technique is the most unpredictable and unpredictable, and it is impossible to prevent it.

However, Yuan Ci is the top killer of the Seven Killing Sect, and his methods are not bad.

Therefore, the meeting between the two at this time can be described as a chess opponent.

Xinghuan asked, "How do you know that he is Tong Lang?"

He Shan smiled and didn't reply: "Oh, guess."

Zhao Tianyu : "......"

Xinghuan : "......"

In the ring, the wind blew the clothes of the two of them, the air seemed to flow slowly, and the surroundings were filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Yuan 13 didn't have any emotions because of Tong Lang's words, and said indifferently: "My sword only kills."

He was telling the truth, from yesterday to now, there have been eight people who have fallen under his sword, and all of them have been killed with one sword.

He remembers it very well, because he has been counting.

For each person he killed, he used his sword to make a mark on the plank at his feet.

That's why his ring is so clean.

No one wants to give their life for a spot.

Especially when you pay for your life and still can't get a quota, then there is no one else.

Tong Lang smiled shyly and said, "That's good, that's good."

There were already a lot of people gathered around the ring, and they were all curious if the new challenger would die, or if the current champion would die.

After all, the previous eight challengers used their lives to tell everyone a cruel truth, in the face of the champion of this ring, defeat is death.

In the ring, Yuan Ci was as indifferent as ever, and was not affected by the surrounding spectators in the slightest.

Opposite him, Tong Lang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and after a while, after opening his eyes again, the whole person felt that he had changed drastically.

If Tong Lang was an ordinary person before, then he is a ghost now.

It's right in front of you, you can see it, but you can't lock it with the gas machine, as if it will disappear at any time.

It's a feeling of difference.

It's as if there shouldn't be anyone in the place where it's standing, but there are people.

Unpredictable, incomprehensible......

"It's open, it's open, and if you want to bet, hurry up."

The ring quickly became lively because of the cry of a thin young man, and gradually more people gathered.

In the ring, the two were not affected in the slightest, standing at each other, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

As soon as the wind blew, the long sword in Yuan Ci's hand groaned softly, and the placket of his clothes swayed with the wind.

Tong Lang's figure stood straight, holding the katana still in the scabbard with both hands, and his somewhat childish cheeks were full of seriousness and concentration.

Time passed gradually, and the two of them were in the same state as always, with no sweat on their foreheads, as if the time that passed was just a moment for the two of them.

It's just that they have the patience to wait, but the onlookers are a little impatient to wait.

Passerby A: "Why don't you start fighting?"

Passerby B: "What do you know, the master battle is more patient than anyone, wait for a long time, catch the flaws, what are you in a hurry, take your time."

Passer-by: "Do you think they will end up falling in love with each other if they continue to look at each other like this?"

Passerby A: "Well, I don't know, you can give it a try."

Passerby: "How do you try?"

Passerby B: "Simple, you two start to learn from the two of them now, and see if you two will fall in love with each other in the end."

Passerby A: "Good idea."

Passerby: "I refuse, he's too ugly, I'll try it with you, you're a little better than him."

Passerby A: "You actually call me ugly? I'm a little white face in the flower pie, and you actually call me ugly? ”

Passerby B: "Excuse me, I'm so handsome, if I fall in love with you in the end, it's a great loss."

Passerby: "Okay, okay, don't dislike each other, how about the three of us look at each other together?"

Passerby A and Passerby B thought for a moment and said in unison, "Okay, come on."

The rest of the crowd : "......"