Most of the people of the Taishan faction dragged their tired bodies back to their residences, Du Wan was no exception, he practiced Keju all day today, and his body was not very tired, but his hands were shocked by the bow ball and were in pain, even if he applied ointment, he could not completely eliminate the pain.

"Alas, it's hard to make money." Du Wan slandered in his heart, if it weren't for the money, he wouldn't have joined the fire dragon team and played those boring child's plays.

Just as he was thinking this, a man suddenly flashed out on the side of the road, and this person stopped in front of him, with a smile on his face. He looked at the other party fixedly, recognized the other party's identity at a glance, and blurted out, "Hall Master Xia, why are you here." ”

"I was about to go to your house to look for you, but when I saw you passing by, I stopped you, and this saved me a foot." The man known as the Xia Hall Master laughed. His surname is Xia, his name is Bafeng, and he is nicknamed "Shadowless Spirit Fox", and he is the hall master of the Chuanxin Hall, and he is in charge of the correspondence of the Taishan faction. He doesn't have a deep friendship with Du Wan, but they belong to the same faction, and they are familiar with each other after all.

"What is the Xia Hall Master looking for me?" Du Wan said unexpectedly.

"Here's the thing, in a few days it's going to be the mid-year event, where there's a keju competition, which I team up to participate in every year, and this one is no exception. I know that you have now reached the realm of the Six Heavens and your cultivation is profound, so I invited you to join the 'Spirit Fox Team' I formed, and I hope you will give you a face and consider it. I've heard you've been a bit tight lately, and if you can do me a favor, I'm sure I'll not treat you badly afterwards. Xia Bafeng smiled with a smile.

"It turns out that you are also looking for me for this kind of thing, I wondered, why did I suddenly become a sweetheart when the mid-year event arrived, and everyone came to me to join the Keju team." Du Wan smiled bitterly.

"Could it be that someone has already come to invite you before me?" Xia Bafeng's smile stiffened, and he guessed.

"But isn't it, two days ago, the Che Tang Master of the Forging Golden Hall came to invite me three times and five times, but I didn't agree, and then Zhao Zheng came to invite me again. Look at my hands, they're still red. Du Wan raised his hands and showed them to the other party, his palms were still a little red and swollen, and they were stained with a layer of oily plaster.

When Xia Bafeng heard Zhao Zheng's name, his pupils suddenly contracted, turning into a cold glow like a two-point needle, and he frowned and asked, "Zhao Zheng came to you?" ”

"That's right, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have joined any of the Dragons. Now that I've promised someone, it's impossible to go back on it halfway, so you'd better ask Gao Ming to go. ”

"The Zhao Zheng you are talking about should be the Zhao Zheng holding the Zichu Sword, right?"

"Who else but him."

Xia Bafeng took a deep breath, a hint of resentment flashed on his face, and he nodded and said, "Okay." In that case, I will not be forced to take my leave. With that, he brushed his sleeves away, as if he was holding back his anger.

Du Wan was a little inexplicable, thinking that Xia Bafeng was sending a nameless fire, which was a bit excessive. He snorted softly and walked towards his home with some displeasure. Halfway down the road, he suddenly remembered something, and then he figured out the reason why Xia Bafeng was angry.

"How did I forget this stubble, this Xia Hall Master seems to have some friendship with Wang Meng, who was knocked down by Zhao Zheng a few days ago, no wonder when I mention Zhao Zheng, he feels like he has been stepped on by the tail." Du Wan suddenly realized and thought secretly.

……

Chaoyang House, inside the house.

Po was eating bamboo, sitting on the edge of the wall, leaning against the wall, grabbing the green bamboo with his black fluffy paws, and gnawing on it. Around its neck, a circle of finger-thick chains was tied, which was more or less weighty, but it did not hinder its eating movement in the slightest. If you look closely, you will find that there are many scratches of different degrees on the chain, and these scratches are all left by Bao. The chain, which was meant to trap it, has become a toy for grinding its claws.

Zhao Zheng squatted aside, smiling and watching Bao eat, occasionally reaching out to touch the other party a few times. Even if he was touched or touched, Po still buried his head in eating bamboo desperately, ignoring others, and his eyes were full of stupidity, which was very likable.

Just when the two of the main pets got along well, the courtyard door of Chaoyangju was knocked.

Tu Zi, who happened to be practicing martial arts in the courtyard, put down the heavy stone lock in his hand, ran over and opened the courtyard door, looked up and down a few times, interrogated two sentences, and then attracted him......

Zhao Zheng heard the movement, put the few remaining bamboos in his hand in front of Ah Bao, dusted off the water droplets on his hands, got up and walked outside the house to check what was going on. He walked outside, and the visitor happened to walk into the courtyard, and the two happened to meet each other.

I saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man, with a thin body, red hair, a thunderous mouth, pointed ears, and a face that looked like a fox.

Zhao Zheng recognized this person at a glance as the hall master of the Transmission Hall, the Shadowless Spirit Fox. Xia Bafeng's heart moved slightly, and his face changed slightly. He has been in the Taishan faction for some time, and he has a certain understanding of the people up and down the Taishan faction, and knows that Xia Bafeng has a friendship with Wang Meng, who died not long ago, and the friendship is not shallow.

It was Zhao Zheng who directly killed Wang Meng, Xia Bafeng, as Wang Meng's friend, must hate him to the core, and there will be no good thing when he comes this time.

The two stood face to face, everything was on their faces, and they didn't deliberately hide it.

"As the saying goes, if you don't have anything to do, you can't go to the Three Treasures Palace, and the Xia Hall Master must have something to do when he comes this time." Zhao Zheng said lightly.

"I heard that you joined the fire dragon team formed by the Che Hall master, and you are still helping the fire dragon team pull people around, but is this the case?" Xia Bafeng asked without answering.

"How about this, and what if there is no this?"

"If so, I'd like to take the opportunity to make a bet with you and add a little more to the Keju competition at the mid-year extravaganza. The contemptible people are not talented, and they also joined in the excitement to form a Keju team, named the Spirit Fox Team, and will lead the team to participate in the Keju competition of the mid-year event. My Spirit Fox team will definitely meet your Fire Dragon Team and compete in Ju City. I want to use this Keju game as a bet, you and I each bet on a lottery, compare up and down, I don't know if you have the guts? Xia Bafeng asked defiantly.

"Agree not to mention this gamble for the time being, I want to hear what you want first, you came here to find me, I'm afraid I have already thought about the lottery."

"I have indeed thought about it, if your Fire Dragon Team loses to my Spirit Fox Team, I want you to kowtow respectfully three times in front of Wang Meng's grave! If my Spirit Fox team loses, you can ask for any color head, even if you want my hall master position or one arm and one leg, I will take it all. Xia Bafeng's eyes narrowed slightly, slowed down his speech, and said viciously.

Zhao Zheng expected it to be good, Xia Bafeng really came to find trouble, and he actually wanted to take the opportunity of the Keju competition to stumble on him. He could have laughed at this kind of revenge provocation, but he suddenly remembered something that Xia Bafeng had, which was of great use to him, and he could take this opportunity to take it for himself.

"It seems that you want to avenge Wang Meng, that's why you came to me." He raised his eyelids and looked at Xia Bafeng opposite.

"Revenge can't be talked about, after all, there are faction rules, and I don't have the courage to foul the rules. It's just that I want to vent my anger for the dead brother, and no matter what he did right or wrong, it was because of you that he died after all, so it's not too much to let you go to his grave and kowtow three times. Xia Bafeng said with a cold face.

"It's impossible for me to kowtow to someone like Wang Meng, he can't blame others for his death, but only himself."

"Slow, I'm not here today to debate with you about Wang Meng's rights and wrongs, whether he is right or wrong, he has already been dealt with by the faction, and there is no point in talking about this. I'm here to make a bet with you, that's all. If you have the guts, you will agree to this bet, if you don't have the guts, I will turn around and leave, and I will never force it. I'm a faction-abiding person, and if you don't agree, I won't trouble you again, so you can rest assured. Xia Bafeng said it lightly, but in fact, he forced Zhao Zheng to a dead end. Martial artists want to save face the most, and they take courage very seriously, and if they do something cowardly, it will be very embarrassing to spread it.

"The Lord of the Xia Hall is gracious, so I have no choice but to be respectful and obey my fate, I will accept this bet you mentioned!" Zhao Zheng said with confidence.

"Okay, refreshing, the gentleman is quick to say a word, and you can't regret it." Xia Bafeng hurriedly said.

"Of course, if you say it and spill it, how can you regret it. Now that I agreed, it's time to talk about your lottery, the amount of the jackpot I took out is very heavy, and you have to take out the corresponding jackpot. ”

"As I just said, you can mention the color head casually, and it doesn't matter if you even want to be my hall master."

"I'm not interested in your position as the hall master, and I don't want to get into those troubles, I just want to be an idle elder."

"And what do you want?"

"I want your home," Zhao Zheng paused and added, "Your 'Ancient Cliff Residence'." If my Fire Dragon team can beat your Spirit Fox team in the competition, you can lend me your 'Ancient Cliff Dwelling' for a month, and after a month, I will return it to you." ”

Xia Bafeng's eyes rolled, he thought about it, and asked with some disbelief, "It's that simple?" ”

"It's as simple as that, I've been optimistic about your ancient cliff residence, and I've long wanted to go in and live there."

"Okay, then do as you say, I'll bet my Ancient Cliff Residence, if the Fire Dragon Team can win, let alone a month, the Ancient Cliff Residence can be given to you completely, you can live as long as you want."

"Then it's a deal." Zhao Zheng said with a final word.

……

Leaving Chaoyang Residence, Xia Bafeng's heart was very bumpy, although he came to Zhao Zheng to make a bet, trying to vent his anger for the dead Wang Meng, but the truth was not sure of victory. In the past, he had also led the team to play against Che Dali's Keju team several times, and both sides had their own wins and losses, relatively speaking, the team he led won more times, but it was only one or two more, and not every time it could win.

The Fire Dragon team has good players like Zhao Zheng and Du Wan to help, and their strength is slightly better than Che Dali's previous team, and it is not easy to win this team.

Fortunately, the color head that Zhao Zheng asked for was not a great thing, just an ancient residence located on the cliff. This ancient residence was assigned to Xia Bafeng by Mount Tai and kept for him to live in. This ancient residence has been around for some years, and it is said that the people of Heguan Dao once lived in the ancient residence. Although this ancient residence has a rich history and a special geographical location, it is in disrepair and weathered, and it is not a great place. Even if he loses to Zhao Zheng, Xia Bafeng will not be too distressed, so he doesn't have any worries about this gamble, and he can just give it a go.

"How can I have a better chance of winning? If he can win this game and let Zhao Zheng kowtow a few times for Wang Meng, Wang Meng's spirit in the sky should also be blind. Xia Bafeng crossed such thoughts, frowned, and thought hard about a good plan. After thinking about it for a while, he really came up with two people, and if he could get the help of these two people, the odds would be greater.

The two people he thought of, one of them was touching the sky. Duvan, the other person was the referee on the day of the match.

……

In anticipation, the Taishan faction finally ushered in the semi-annual celebration event, the entire sect was lit up, looking jubilant, and the faces of the disciples were also full of smiles. On this day, there are many celebrations and a lot of delicious food and drinks, which are not far behind the excitement of the Chinese New Year.

The grand ceremony had already begun in the morning, and the head of Kim Tae, dressed in a jubilant robe, gathered the hall master, elders, and some outstanding disciples together to give a speech in public. The content of the speech was all-encompassing, involving a summary of the past, future developments, and things about the Three Swords Sect. At the end of the speech, Jin Tai led the people to worship their ancestors, and worshiped the Crane Guandao people and the ancestors of the Taishan faction.

At the end of the ancestor worship, it is a half-year disciple competition, allowing the disciples to take the stage to learn and show the progress of the past six months. It was a lively session, with onlookers gathered around the ring, some sitting in the stands, some standing and watching.

There is no prepared list for this disciple competition, as long as there are disciples who are not convinced, anyone can take the stage, and if they perform well, they may be rewarded by the sect. The disciples were young and vigorous, and at the beginning of the ring, someone rushed to the stage, first practiced swordsmanship in public, and then called others to the stage. Soon, other disciples responded to the battle, jumped on the stage and fought with the first person, and the fight was very good.

There was no good show in the first three games, and the people who jumped on the stage in front of them were generally disciples with mediocre strength, and their cultivation was only around the second to third heavens, and there were no good hands. They also understand in their hearts that the later they go, the higher the cultivation of the people on the stage, so it is better to go on stage early to pick some soft persimmons to pinch, so that they can have a few more chances of winning.

The head above his head moved slowly, and as time passed, the disciples in the ring rotated like a marquee, and the cultivation of the disciples on the stage gradually increased, and jumping on any one was the cultivation of the fourth or fifth heaven.

Suddenly, another figure flashed, and he stepped into the ring, looking at his body speed, it was far faster than everyone just now. This person was a very young disciple, with a lonely and proud face, and a shining blue sword in his hand, which was not a mundane thing at first glance.

Everyone took a closer look and found that it was Kuaijian, the leader of the younger generation of disciples in the Taishan faction, who came to the stage. Xinling! It is rumored that Xin Ling has been cultivating every day since he lost in the Zichu Sword Competition, and his progress is much faster than the original, and he has broken through the bottleneck a few days ago, reached the realm of the Six Heavens, and began to study the Canglong Sword Technique, which is higher than the Cangsong Sword Technique. Many elders in the sect had high hopes for him, and the Rejuvenation Hall also provided him with many pills to help him cultivate.

After so many days, Xin Ling has undergone a great change from before, not only in terms of strength, but also in appearance. He is much darker than before, with a few more scars on his body, and the whole person looks more mature and domineering, which makes people dare not underestimate him.

At first sight, the new opponent was the fast sword. Xin Ling, the disciple who was originally standing in the ring suddenly became bitter, and he said hello hard.

After the two saluted, they fought under the gaze of everyone, and it didn't take a few rounds for Xin Ling to defeat the other party without surprise, and put a sword on the opponent's neck.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. The losing disciple smiled bitterly and left the scene in a huff, leaving Xin Ling standing on the stage alone.

Xin Ling held the Qingmang Sword in his hand and was proud of the audience, but after waiting for a long time, no new disciples came up to challenge him. This ring was specially prepared for the disciples, and even if those hall masters and elders had more strength than Xin Ling, they would not be able to fight. No one came up for half a day, which made this ring match cold for a while......

Since no one was on the field, it could only be judged that Xin Ling was the final winner, but just before the verdict was announced, Xin Ling suddenly aimed his eyes on the stands and shouted at the stands: "Elder Zhao, a few months ago, you and I gathered in the Zichu Sword Ring, but we didn't have the opportunity to meet, and I have always deeply regretted this. After a long time, Taishan faction set up another ring, giving me a new chance. I don't know if you can make up for my previous regrets, deign to come down and have a discussion with me, so that I can know the gap between myself and the owner of the Zichu Sword. ”

As soon as this remark came out, it caused a small uproar around, because this ring competition forbade disciples to challenge others, and Xin Ling's behavior was a deviant act. Xin Ling's master immediately got up and scolded Xin Ling in person, saying that Xin Ling was messing around, and asked this apprentice who ate leopard gall to apologize to the master.

Zhao Zheng sat in the stands as an elder, and after hearing Xin Ling's provocation, he raised his sword eyebrows slightly. As a party to the party, whether this matter is compliant or not, he has to say two words. He got up slowly, looked at Jin Tai, who was sitting at the top of the stands, and asked loudly: "Master, if I go down to fight now, is it in order?" ”

"This ring is set up for the disciples of the sect, the original intention is to test whether the majority of disciples have been lazy in the past six months, as an elder, of course you can't go on the stage to compete. However, according to Xin Ling's surname, even if you don't fight today, he will still challenge you in the future. Since you have to compare both horizontally and vertically, you might as well take this opportunity to step down and have a discussion with Xin Ling. The two of you must have had a great meeting, just in time to add some joy to today's event. Kim Tae agreed.

Since the boss said so, Zhao Zheng could only step down, and he said that he had not seriously fought with anyone, but he was really a little itchy. Xin Ling had just reached the Sixfold Heaven realm, and he was a suitable opponent.

Zhao Zheng nodded, took the order of the master, slowly walked down the stands from one side, and then jumped lightly into the air, when he was still half a zhang away from the ring, he used the light technique in Luo Yanbu, made a second force in the air, rotated his body, tapped the left foot with his right foot, and his body was raised again, and he landed on the ring with the momentum, standing firmly. This beautiful light exercise method was immediately exchanged for a loud cheer around him, and he dialed the jackpot.

"Xin Ling, I haven't seen you for a long time, although I have been in the Taishan faction for a while, but it is the first time I have met you face to face." Zhao Zheng greeted with a fist.

"I've been practicing hard these days, and if it weren't for the mid-year event today, I would still be practicing. The last time I participated in the Zichu Sword Competition, although I didn't get anything, I knew that there was a huge gap between myself and those young heroes, which greatly stimulated me, but it was also another gain. Xin Ling glared and said, the hand holding the sword tighter by three points as he spoke, looking extremely unwilling.

"It's a good thing to be motivated, it's far more rewarding than getting a sword, I should congratulate you."

"After some hard work, I am much stronger than before, and I now want to know if the hard work I have come to help me close the distance between me and you young heroes."

"It's right that young people are a little competitive, but the person who really wants to be better than one is oneself, not anyone else. There are so many amazing people in the world that you can't win everyone, as long as you improve every day. ”

"I don't have to win everyone, as long as I can win you." Xin Ling's eyes lit up, he pulled a cold sword flower, and lit up a polite starting hand.

"You are in a hurry to win me, and the people next to you are also anxious to watch the excitement, since this is the case, I will not delay time." Zhao Zheng pulled out Zichu's sword, and also pulled the same sword flower, and lit up the same starting style, "Please make a move!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Xin Ling suddenly attacked, not polite at all, as soon as he made a move, he had just learned the second layer of the Canglong swordsmanship, even if he had just learned the second layer, this swordsmanship was more powerful than the Cangsong swordsmanship. He himself is the best at using a fast sword, and with a powerful sword technique such as the Canglong Sword Technique, his strength suddenly increased dramatically. I saw that he was walking in a tiger step, and rushed to Zhao Zheng in front of him in only two steps, and made a dragon out of the sea, the tip of the sword went down right and up, attacking Zhao Zheng's chest, and a sharp sword qi emerged from the periphery of the sword body, although there was no dragon shape, but it also caused the sound of a dragon roar, and the sound was extremely powerful.

Zhao Zheng waited for Xin Ling's attack to come closer, and in the face of that fierce attack, he actually took out his sword to meet it, and displayed the Maha Sword Technique composed of several swordsmanship. He knew very well in his heart that once he avoided Xin Ling's attack, he would let Xin Ling take the lead and use the sword moves behind him in one go. In this case, the situation will be passive, so it is necessary to frustrate Xin Ling's sharpness at the beginning, force a series of fast swords, and strangle them in the abdomen.

Zi Chu Sword trembled lightly left and right twice, and slashed out two sword qi, one left and one right, respectively, these two sword qi were like clips, opening the bow left and right, and clamped towards Xin Ling's Qingmang Sword, the two sword qi were on it, making a crisp sound, shattering the dragon roaring sword qi and curbing the speed of the Qingmang Sword's approaching. The tip of the Zichu Sword continued to move forward, stabbing at the sword grid of the Qingmang Sword, and resisting the opponent's residual power.

Zhao Zheng shook his wrist, and the power was transmitted from the palm of his hand to the sword, causing the sword body to tremble like a snake, and slammed into the back of the Qingmang Sword. This blow was so powerful that Xin Ling's whole person was tilted to one side, and the sword in his hand was almost shaken off. Zhao Zheng took advantage of the victory to pursue, cast a fast sword, and used the fast sword to attack Xin Ling, a person who is good at using the fast sword. People who wield fast swords tend to be negligent in defense and rarely practice defensive moves, and fast swords are both their strengths and weaknesses. Zhao Zheng seized Xin Ling's shortcomings and immediately caught Xin Ling off guard.

Maha swordsmanship has absorbed a number of medium-grade and even high-grade swordsmanship, and its power is not inferior to Canglong swordsmanship.

The more Zhao Zheng fights, the more comfortable he becomes, and the sword moves are used as if he is flowing like a cloud, one move after another, the moves are smoothly connected, and every change of moves is extremely exquisite, specializing in the place where Xin Ling must be saved. In an instant, the ring became full of brilliance, and it was full of the three-colored sword qi he stabbed, including white, gold, and a hint of green. These sword qi of different colors formed a huge ball of light with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, swallowing Xin Ling into it.

Xin Ling gritted his teeth and insisted, dancing the sword in his hand impenetrable, guarding the door, but he had no power to fight back, he tried to fight back several times, but was forced back by Zhao Zheng's fierce offensive. He gradually fell into passivity, and the situation became more and more bad, only to feel that all around him were Zhao Zheng's figures and sword shadows, and Zhao Zheng was in front and back, and there was no way out where he went. If you continue to fight like this, it is only a matter of time before you lose. He had been practicing hard for so long, but he was still not Zhao Zheng's opponent, and he couldn't help but feel sad, one was not careful, he hid a little slower, and watched Zi Chu's sword stab at his neck.

Zhao Zheng grasped the proportion, saw that the overall situation had been decided, and withdrew Zichu Sword at a critical moment, withdrew, jumped out of the circle, and hugged his fists and said: "Offended." ”

Xin Lingyu was still shocked, and he was relieved to watch the various shadows around him gradually dissipate. He returned the salute to Zhao Zheng and said depressedly: "No wonder you can come out on top in the Zichu Sword Competition, you are indeed a lot stronger than me, I have been cultivating for so long, and I am still not your opponent." (To be continued.) )