"Brother Song doesn't care about your children? I've improved a lot in martial arts in the past few years, are you sure you want your junior brother to take the lead? ”

Meng Zikun asked this, as if Song Yichen asked Song Bajin to deliberately provoke Meng Zikun, as if he had seen the changes in his skills in recent years.

When he said this, everyone's attention was drawn to Song Yichen.

They even began to wonder if the young first people of the righteous path were as bright and upright as they thought.

Letting the junior and younger disciples put themselves in danger is not the style of a good family.

The people of the Mengshan faction were half angry.

Naturally, they wouldn't believe that Senior Brother was that kind of person.

"You don't want to ruin my senior brother's reputation here!" Song Bajin hated it even more, "I challenge you, I just can't get used to you!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, hurry up!"

Song Bajin didn't expect that he would be used as a raft by Meng Zikun.

He raised his sword and attacked Meng Zikun, without even letting Meng Zikun take out his weapon.

Meng Zikun seemed to be a hanger, but in fact, his steps were subtle, and he easily avoided Song Bajin's attack.

Song Bajin is indeed good among the younger generation, but it is still much worse than Mencius Kun, the pride of the sky.

When he attacked a few moves, and Meng Zikun was still at ease, Song Bajin was also a little messy.

He turned his heart sideways, using a trick that he had only recently learned.

He wasn't skilled at this trick himself, but he used it with great power.

If it weren't for Meng Zikun's precautions, he would almost be unable to parry.

He shouted at Leng Wuji, who immediately threw a sword at him.

The long sword drew a dazzling light in the air, resisting Song Bajin at the same time, Meng Zikun was a little upright, and it was a counterattack to use internal force.

The internal force trembled along the long sword and sparked with Song Bajin's sword, and at the same time shook Song Bajin's arm numb.

The sword in his hand was actually out of his hand!

At the same time that the sword fell to the ground, the tip of Meng Zikun's sword touched his heart.

With just a little effort, this little life is gone.

Song Bajin was stunned.

He knew that he might not be able to defeat Meng Zikun, but he never thought that he would lose so badly.

As long as he and Meng Zikun have gone through fifty moves, even if he loses to him, he will be able to become famous.

After all, there were already three people in front of him.

Just say that he is exhausted, and others will naturally think that his courage to challenge Meng Zikun is commendable.

Even if you lose, you will still be honored.

But before he had gone through thirty moves, he failed miserably, and his face turned white.

The sword in the swordsman's hand must not be taken off.

It's no different from losing your head.

He was scared just now, so he chose to abandon the sword.

Knowing that he couldn't fight Meng Zikun in terms of internal strength, he had stage fright!

"Don't come down yet!" Master Song had been silent before.

At this time, when I saw that my apprentice was defeated and lost my sword, I felt embarrassed.

As soon as he scolded, Song Bajin's eyes turned red.

Like a poor and abandoned puppy, the previous spirit is gone.

It was Meng Zikun, who bent down at this time to pick up the sword for him and handed it to Song Bajin.

Song Bajin raised his head, thinking that Meng Zikun handed the sword to him to humiliate.

only to find that people's eyes were calm, and there was no emotion he thought he had at all.

This not only made Song Bajin feel better, but made him feel even more embarrassed.

He prides himself on being decent and looks down on Mencius Kun's style.

Who would have thought that people didn't pay attention to his little trouble?

He snatched his sword and went down in disgrace.

Meng Zikun was standing on the stage, which was quite embarrassing.