Nice chalet, empty room. Zhao Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed, concentrating on meditation and cultivation, in this state, his sense of smell, hearing and other five senses were very keen, he could feel the wind and grass within a radius of a few zhang, and he could vaguely distinguish it from a little farther away.

The sound of the wind, the swaying of blades of grass, the sound of footsteps, the sound of breathing, the sound of talking...... All kinds of voices fell into his ears.

I heard an unknown person suddenly shout: "The second master of the sword slave is back with that group of fighters, and the housekeeper is organizing people to line up to greet him, you two hurry up and follow me!" ”

Then came the voices of the two servants in agreement, and the slightest movement in the other rooms.

The sword slave is back!

Zhao Zheng interrupted the operation of the internal force, and suddenly opened his eyes, and two brilliant colors bloomed in his eyes. He had gone through all the hardships to get here, and he had waited for so many days until the ring was held. The dragon battle that revolves around Zichu Sword has finally opened a red prelude!

His heart was hot and throbbing, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he flew down from the bed, stood on the ground, and looked out the window.

The beaters in the two opposite rooms also came out and stood in front of the door to watch, and some servants put down their work and ran forward and backward in the col.

Zhao Zheng knows the whole process of the fight, and in his memory, before the ring is officially held, a small test will be conducted. The sword slave will lead a group of fighters to the sword shrine, let Zi Chujian check these fighters, and if there is anything dissatisfied, he will be directly eliminated without waiting for the ring to be held.

The sword slave loves swords as much as his life, and when he returns, he will definitely hurry up and prepare for the ring match, and presumably that test will be held soon.

Zhao Zheng took a deep breath. We'll have to wait. It's useless to look at it here. He took two steps back. I sat back on the bed and continued to meditate.

Sure enough, as Zhao Zheng expected, in the afternoon of the same day, the sword slave led the rest of the beaters to this mountain pass, and shouted from afar: "Listen to the beaters in the house, you all come out, the old man has something to say to you, and there is something to take you to do." ”

Zhao Zheng heard this. walked out of the house and came to the mountain col, the doors of the surrounding houses were opened, and the rest of the beaters also walked out, including Mo Yunzi, Jiang Ming, Kong Yunjie, Chu Tian, and Qian Wanjin.

The sword slave led the rest of the fighters over, this group of rising stars are all dragons and phoenixes among the people, looking energetic and majestic, among which in addition to the young man, there are also two delicate women.

Zhao Zheng recognized the faces of all the fighters. Glanced around in a large circle, taking in all the fighters. Count himself. There were twenty-one fighters in this group, a total of three. He sifted through them, and the three missing people were the two nobodies at the bottom, and the son of the Sword Master, the favorite in the ring. Zao Ki!

Among the more than 20 fighters, only five fighters have reached the Sixth Heaven. Zeng Hui, Yin and Yang Swordsman. Kong Yunjie, jade-faced little Yama. Xiao Jiuge, Ling Feng Gongzi. White Flying Rain and the Son of the Juggernaut. Zao Ki. Among these five people, Zeng Hui has a special secret secret, and he is not qualified to participate in the fight, so he can be excluded. Among the remaining four, the strongest person is Zheng Wou-ki.

Zheng Wou-Ki is nicknamed the son of the Sword Saint, and as the name suggests, he is the son of the current Sword Saint!

Being able to gain the prestige of the Sword Saint on the rivers and lakes shows how clever Zheng Wouji's father's swordsmanship is, he is definitely a first-class swordsman, the king of swords!

Zheng Wou-Ki inherited his father's business and began to learn swordsmanship since he was a child, and he devoted himself to swordsmanship, not other kinds of martial arts. The Sword Master has no reservations about his son, and he will teach him all his skills. The father and son taught one seriously, the other studied seriously, and Zheng Wuji's talent was very high, which made this young man progress rapidly, and he reached the sixth heaven at a young age.

Not to mention the rising star who uses swords alone, even if you look at all the young people in the entire rivers and lakes, Zheng Wou-Ki is also a leader, and few people can compare.

A person like Zheng Wou-Ki will definitely not be absent, let alone killed, and the reason why he didn't come was probably because the matter was delayed.

"What are you all doing standing there stupidly, all come over and mix in a row, I'll count the number of people." The sword slave stepped aside and pointed to the clearing in front of him.

The first and later beaters walked there one after another, standing in a haphazard heap.

Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi's residence were very close, and the two passed by while walking, but neither of them paid attention to anyone. The two of them have already said everything, and there is no need to say anything more.

A group of people stood, and the sword slave walked around the crowd, stretching out his withered index finger and tapping the men, chanting a name for each click. He was very attentive to this ring match, remembering everyone who took the token from him.

"Kong Yunjie, Bai Feiyu, Mo Yunzi, Xiao Jiuge, Chu Tian, Tie Niu, Xiao Lingtong, Iron Man, Xin Ling, Qian Wanjin, Jiang Ming, Zeng Wei, Zhao Zheng, Fang Junru, Anxin, Gongye Gaokuan, Tie Yinhua, Yun Qianhe, Sukh Balu, Tang Yubing, Wang Duo." The sword slave counted three times, frowned, and asked, "Has everyone arrived?" Why are there three people missing here, and the more important candidate Zheng Wuji did not come. ”

Steward Zhu was in charge of managing this place, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down and replied: "Back to the second master, there are a total of twelve fighters in this mountain col, all of them are here, and there is no one missing. As for why the other three little heroes are there, then I don't know. ”

"It's okay if others don't come, but if Zheng Wuji doesn't come, it's a pity, after all, he is the favorite to win the championship." The sword slave smacked his lips and said regretfully.

A yin-yang swordsman standing in the crowd. Kong Yunjie was very unconvinced when he heard this, and proudly interjected: "This is a mistake, in this huge river and lake, he is not the only young man Zheng Wouji who is good at using swords. In this ring match, there is not much of him, and there is no less of him. Even if he doesn't come, there will be no loss, and Zichu Sword will still be able to get a qualified owner. ”

Even if Jiang Ming was a relatively proud young man, he didn't dare to say such a big thing. Among the many fighters present, Zheng Wou-Ki was probably the only one who had the capital to say such a thing.

The beaters turned their attention to Kong Yunjie in the center of the crowd. Most people didn't say anything, though. Only the foolish and reckless man Tie Niu chimed in: "What this brother said is too right. There are more young people in the world who are good at using swords, but Zheng ...... Zheng what a one! My iron bull's swordsmanship is just as powerful! ”

These words really didn't carry any weight from the mouth of Tie Niu, who only had the cultivation of the Four Heavens, and he hadn't been able to say Zheng Wouji's name yet, which made everyone laugh for a while.

As soon as the sword slave heard Tie Niu speak, the anger in his heart did not come to one place, along the way, Tie Niu did not cause him much trouble, caused a lot of trouble, and he almost drove Tie Niu away in advance. The sword slave pointed at the iron bull. glared and said: "You stupid big guy shut up quickly, I don't tell you to speak, you are not allowed to speak." ”

"Why don't you even let me say this?" Tie Niu said depressedly.

"You guy can't spit out ivory in his mouth, so you can't say anything good, you keep your mouth shut for me, and I'm upset when I hear you talk." The sword slave lectured.

"Who says I can't say good things? What's so hard about saying good things, I don't believe you're looking. Iron Bull turned his head to look around, and his eyes fell on a man nicknamed "Little Butterfly. peace of mind", hehe smirked, "Girl, you are so good-looking." It's as beautiful as flowers, and I hope you don't stick it in cow dung in the future. ”

Anxin's face was covered with a veil. Only the face with the bridge of the nose upwards is exposed. She stared at Tie Niu angrily, looking very dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything. She came here with the sword slave, and she had already been in contact with Tie Niu on the way, and knew that this person was the most slappy in the face, so it was okay to ignore it, and the more she took care of it, the more troublesome it became.

Tie Niu looked at the sword slave again, patted his broad chest and said, "How is it, I will say good things." I just praised her for looking good. ”

"If you shut up, you will shut up, where are there so many twists and turns, if you don't shut up, see if I don't break your mouth." As soon as the sword slave raised his hand, he threw out a strong wind of internal force and hit Tie Niu in the face, beating the strong man like a spinning top, and spun around in place three times.

Tie Niu was beaten so that his eyes were full of stars, and he covered his red and swollen face and begged for mercy: "But it hurts me to death, grandpa, don't beat me, I don't dare to talk anymore." ”

The sword slave's anger decreased slightly, and he glanced at Tie Niu fiercely, and then continued with what he had just said, and continued: "Even if there are a few people missing, this ring match still has to continue. I've already talked to my brother just now, and we've discussed that we'll officially hold the Zichu Sword Fight in three days' time. Among the three people who didn't come, one of them was a young man named Dou Dun who was unfortunately killed, and the remaining two, if they could arrive within three days, let them continue to participate in the fight, if they didn't come, then forget it, and let you leave these people to continue the competition. ”

"The rules of the fight are very simple, that is, draw lots to catch the martial arts, and if two people win the same lot, they will compete in the ring. If there is an odd number of fighters and there is one person left, then the person who won the empty lottery does not need to compete, and directly advances to the next competition. On the surface, the person who won the empty lottery is lucky, but in fact there is no need to envy. Real gold is not afraid of fire refining, it can't be fake, it can't be fake, no one can get the Zichu Sword by luck, and the final winner must be fought with both hands! ”

The sword slave glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the many fighters one by one. He paused, and then said, "In the competition, only a single blade such as a sword can be used, and no other blade is allowed. In addition, poisoning and concealing weapons are also not allowed, and you can only distinguish high and low by swordsmanship. The competition pays attention to one point to the end, and I don't want any casualties in the ring to bring bad luck to the Sword Forge Villa. However, the sword has no eyes, and if there is a little casualty caused by a miss, the Sword Forge Villa will not be held accountable. If anyone has a grudge in the ring, you can settle it by yourself after leaving the Villa, and it has nothing to do with the Sword Forge Villa. In terms of winning or losing, one side admits defeat and loses, one side loses if it can't fight, one side loses if it falls down, and one side loses if it falls out of the ring. ”

The sword slave stretched out a withered finger, and then said, "Before fighting, I have a small test, I have to bring you to the side of Zichu Sword, and let Zi Chu Sword do some screening. If Zi Chujian is not satisfied with anyone, then he can only say sorry, after all, this ring match is held for Zi Chujian. If Zi Chujian can't look down on it, no matter how high his ability is, it's useless. Everyone has come all the way here to cheer for Sword Forge Villa, and if one of you returns in vain, Sword Forge Villa will be a little unhappy. A low-grade sword will be given as compensation. ”

As soon as this statement came out. It caused a small commotion among the many fighters. Someone muttered in a low voice: "Did you hear it, if you hadn't been taken by Zi Chujian, you wouldn't even be able to get into the ring, and this trip would be in vain." ”

The fighters all complained a little about this, and a small number of fighters who were not strong were still weak because of this, for fear that they would be eliminated by Zi Chujian.

Whether or not the fighters accept it, this process cannot be dispensed with. The sword slave beckoned: "I just said that I had something to do with you, and that is what I was referring to." Let's go, I'll take you to see the first sword of the child, and let him check for you first. With that, he turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the col.

The beaters followed. Zhao Zheng looked around, planning to find an acquaintance to accompany him. He glanced at it a few times, and found that Chu Tian and Kong Yunjie, a hypocrite, got together, dispelled the idea of going with Chu Tian, and saw Jiang Ming who was waving goodbye to his brothers and sisters, and walked up. Jiang Ming's eyes are above the top. Some have no one in sight, but at least their nature is not bad. After being a famous Wudang faction again, you can still make friends.

Zhao Zheng greeted Jiang Ming, and the two got married, walking side by side with the crowd of beaters.

The Sword Casting Villa is built in the mountains, covering a wide area, and it is several miles away from here to the sword mound in the back mountain, and it takes a little time for this group of people to walk over.

Not long after they left, the beaters gathered together in twos and threes and began to gather and chat. This group of fighters are all young people, so they naturally can't be idle.

While chatting, Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Zhao Shaoxia, when we were talking that day, you should have left a lot of back, right?" ”

"It's not a backhand, it's just a private fight, there's no need to fight to the death." Zhao Zheng replied with a smile.

"When you get to the ring, you probably won't keep your hands."

"It's nature."

"Hopefully we can meet in the ring and let me see what you're really capable of."

"Each other, each other, I expect the same."

Just as the two were chatting, Tie Niu, who was walking a foot away in front, scratched his fart* eggs, and let out a fart coldly. I don't know what this living treasure ate at noon, the fart stinks unpleasantly, and the smell spreads quickly in the air.

Seeing this, the warriors walking behind the iron bull held their breath one after another, jumped away in all directions, and hid far away, but there were still people who more or less inhaled a little smell, especially those who had expanded their five senses by their luck, and even expanded the smell several times.

Tie Niu turned around, hehe smirked a few times, because the sword slave forbade him to speak, he had to clench his fists and bow, which was regarded as an apology.

If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't say anything when you encountered this kind of thing, after all, this is human nature. But all around him were a group of young and vigorous martial artists, all of whom were high on weekdays, how could they endure this humiliation.

Among those who have been poisoned by the stench is the Little Sword Demon. Mo Yunzi one, he has always had a bad temper, his face immediately changed, he was furious, drew his sword and shouted: "You are not refined, stupid and stupid, you dare to fart in front of me, see if I cut your ass * stock with a sword, see if you dare to be so rude in front of me in the future!" ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Tie Niu pulled out the black blunt sword he was carrying and placed it horizontally in front of him.

The little sword demon used his internal force and was about to make a move, but when he thought that the iron bull was full of stench, he hurriedly paused and said provocatively: "Come on, come on, you fool, come here quickly, let's go here twice." ”

Tie Niu didn't dare to speak, and beckoned to the little sword demon in turn, and pointed to his feet, meaning that the young master didn't go over, there was a kind of you coming.

This kind of action was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, which made Mo Yunzi even more angry, and shook the cold front sword, and several cold lights flashed on the sword body.

At this moment, the sword slave jumped over and slapped each of them in the air. Two palm winds swung out of their palms, pushing the Iron Bull and the Little Sword Demon back a few steps each, almost falling to the ground.

"Even those famous knights and swordsmen have to sell the Sword Casting Villa to save face, and they don't dare to make a mistake here, you two juniors still dare to fight, it's really unbelievable!" The sword slave retracted his palm and scolded.

This throat was like a pour of cold water, which calmed Mo Yunzi a lot. He snorted and sheathed his sword.

Tie Niu didn't want to fight at all, so he took the black iron stick back, and pointed at Mo Yunzi angrily, meaning that it was this kid who stirred up trouble first, but he couldn't complain about me.

"Mo Yunzi, you haven't swung your sword out just now, I'll spare you once, if you dare to draw your sword again, don't blame me, an old man, for turning his face and not recognizing people." The sword slave then turned his face to look at Tie Niu, so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, and pointed at Tie Niu's nose and scolded, "You stupid fool, let you control the mouth above, and the mouth below you began to cause trouble for me again." If you dare to fart again, I'll get a plug for you! ”

Tie Niu has suffered a lot of sword slaves along the way, and knowing how powerful this shriveled old man is, he shrunk his neck in fright, pointed to his mouth, waved his hand, pointed at his fart* stock, and waved his hand, which means that they dare not make a sound from above and below.

Only then did the sword slave let go of the two of them, turned around and said, "Everyone is not allowed to trouble me anymore, follow me together, and we will continue to move forward!" ”

Mo Yunzi glared at Tie Niu fiercely, and said, "You remember this account for me, if he meets in the ring one day, I will definitely not spare you." ”

Tie Niu was not afraid of Mo Yunzi, straightened his waist, and skimmed his mouth full of black beard.

Mo Yunzi snorted coldly, and strode to follow the sword slave, away from the living treasure of the iron bull.

A small storm passed, and everyone continued to hurry, turning left and right all the way, and finally arrived in front of the sword mound gate in the back mountain. (To be continued......)