Wang Anfeng sat on the outer side of the pavilion, his arm on the red-painted railing, quietly watching the situation change at this time, the ink knife was worn on the side of his waist, and was covered by the hanging down.

The martial arts exercise has begun.

Most of the people in the rivers and lakes acted neatly, and there was not much nonsense, and after several famous masters sat down one after another, the elders of the Huangfu family who presided over the matter immediately announced the start of the martial arts.

Not only is the Huangfu family looking forward to exposing their younger generation in front of the world's martial arts this time, but the seventeen counties in the northwest and every famous Jianghu force have such thoughts.

One strengthens my prestige, and the other shocks the heroes.

Therefore, almost at the moment when the old man left the field, two young warriors popped out on the pavilions on both sides, one of them was the Northwest Sect, a disciple of the Northern Sword Sect, dressed in a blue shirt, holding a broad sword in his right hand, with a slightly cold expression.

The other is an honest young wrestler.

Dressed in a yellow-brown power suit, with thick fists, the fists and wrists, wrapped in a circle of dark yellow bandages, with sharp finger tiger short soldiers, if the distance is closer, the instant destructive power is extremely brutal, not inferior to the mad tiger.

After the two saw each other, they immediately fought each other, each of them used their own means, and gave full play to what they had learned, one of them was skilled and complicated, and the sharpness was incomparable, and the other was steady and steady, and every time the sword fell, he was intercepted by the tiger.

In a few moments, there was already some real fire.

The blue-shirted swordsman was forced to take half a step back, his eyebrows tightened, and suddenly there was a long roar, and the long sword in his hand was endless, suddenly slashing forward again and again, the sword roared, and the fierce sword qi was like a wave that tore towards the wrestler in front of him.

The means of ordinary martial artists to exert their strength and leave their bodies are inevitably inferior to close combat, but the storm of sword qi pouring out of this breath is much more domineering than the collision of sword techniques.

On the left side of the pavilion, an old man stroked his beard and exclaimed:

"Good means."

"This Lin Shaoxia's one-handed Northern Sword has almost reached the realm of transformation, and this move is angry, although it is displayed with the body of the eighth grade, in fact, it is difficult for ordinary seventh-grade martial artists to be sharp."

The swordsman in the blue robe next to him heard this, there was arrogance on his face, he still shook his head, his words were humble, and said: "His swordsmanship is still far behind, only thirteen swords in one breath, when can he reach nineteen swords, he can be called proficient." ”

"It's the wrestler of the Lishan faction, who is on the defensive and calm, quite the momentum of the mountains and rocks, and he specializes in cultivating the mountains every day, and the future is limitless."

"Hahaha, the swordsman praised it!"

The old man couldn't help laughing.

In an instant, several more people jumped out and invited each other to fight.

This martial arts arena is large enough, and it is divided into many small martial arts platforms in advance with a wooden wall like a screen, so it can accommodate everyone, after all, this venue was originally designed to allow the masters of the new middle and third grades of various factions to compete and compete, so it was built so big.

At this moment, most of the disciples on the stage are more than ten years old from various families, and their martial arts cultivation is above the eighth grade, and the seventh grade is not uncommon, but it has not yet involved more than the sixth grade.

At the same time, this is also a tacit understanding -

Before the true heritage of each family is revealed, it is necessary to let these junior disciples show off and stand out in the vast rivers and lakes in the northwest.

The elders talked to each other above, and their eyes were paying attention to the movements of the fight, or they were proud of their own disciples' occasional tricks, or they were frightened because the other party's disciples were solid in martial arts, but they were not worried about whether their disciples would be injured in the competition.

The martial artists of the Huangfu family who acted as the adjudicators were actually quite solid, they were all elite masters of the six grades, and they were already able to serve as elders in the Jianghu sect at the county level, become the quasi-high-level of the sect, and enjoy all kinds of preferential treatment.

And the old man who presided over him, with white hair and white beard, and a pair of eyes that were not revealed, was a great master of the northwest generation who had been famous for twenty or thirty years, and he was among the seven sects in the world, and he could also be called an elder, with a wave cutting knife in one hand, and it was rumored that he had been personally commented on by the owner of the first village in the world, and he was famous.

This old man is below, that is, when a few of them go down, they must honestly practice the salute, call themselves seniors, and fight hands, I am afraid that they are not the opponents of this old man, with his old man, even if these juniors really fight the fire, they can't get anything.

Wang Anfeng's place was only the third floor of the thirteen-story pavilion.

The view is not too good, but fortunately, it is not too crowded, and I can sit safely.

He tapped the railing lightly with his right hand, and watched the young men and girls below perform their martial arts skills,-for-tat, listening to the comments of the surrounding Jianghu warriors who either appreciated, disdained, or regretted these elites of various factions, but all of them were in a pointing position, and his emotions were a little complicated.

If you really talk about it, there are similar martial arts performances, or celebrations, or banquets in all counties and towns in the Great Qin River and Lake, just like the Fufeng Dabi and the Young Phoenix Banquet in Forgotten Immortal County, all of which are like this, aiming to promote newcomers and pass on the torch.

However, with the sects and families of a county, they can't be compared with the ten-year martial arts in front of Wang Anfeng in any way.

At that time, it was just a competition between the sects in a county and several states, and the sects that came today were all behemoths in the seventeen counties in the northwest that could dominate one side, and the disciples who fought were all the best, even those who were accidentally defeated, and when they were placed in the competition in each county, they could also win the top three rankings of their peers.

Forget the immortal county, the young phoenix feast......

Has it been that long?

Wang Anfeng sighed slightly.

In the young phoenix feast, he met too many people.

Huang Fuxiong, Xiahou Xuan, Xue Qinshuang, and Liu Wuqiu......

Just when his mind was a little distant, the last group of battles below had already been decided, a young girl, holding a gun in both hands, the weapon in her right hand had been firmly pointed an inch in front of the opponent's throat, her arm was tense, like a strong bow, as long as a little force, it could open a hole in the latter's throat.

On the opposite side is a young man who is slightly younger than Wang Anfeng, a young man who has just entered the seventh grade of martial arts, and uses a pair of gold and silver short swords in his hand.

But no matter how advanced his swordsmanship is, he really has no means to turn over when he holds a weapon against the vital point like this, so he smiled helplessly at the moment, inserted the two short swords back into the sheath, pushed back half a step, and hugged his fists:

"Throw in the towel."

"The girl is so handsome in marksmanship."

The girl opposite raised her smooth chin, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

Hiding in the crowd, the secret trap 'Luan' spit out the melon seed skin in his mouth, and said with a smile: "I said Lao Zhou, the means used by this little girl seem to be your sect's soul chasing marksmanship, I think there is already sixty percent of the fire, how about it, are you interested in waiting for a while to go down and point?" ”

'Shadow' shook his head and said:

"If I have the chance, I will go to the mountain gate."

The implication is that at this time, there may be a big war coming, and it is necessary to conserve physical strength, and 'Luan' just asked casually, and did not care about the result, his eyes flew around the pavilions, suddenly froze, and landed on the side of the third floor, squinting slightly, and muttering to himself:

"Huh?"

"Interesting, interesting......"

'Shadow' frowned and said:

"What's wrong? What's interesting? ”

"Who do you see?"

As he spoke, he was already following his companion's line of sight, and his expression also changed slightly.

In his field of vision, in the attic opposite, where the crowd is sparse, there is a tall young man, dressed in black, with a dark color behind him, like a long night without light, and he can faintly see the silver thunder pattern.

The black hair is slightly messy, and the slight length hangs down the back, and the expression is indifferent and detached.

It's him?!!

Knife maniac!

'Shadow''s eyes shrank, and in his mind, he almost instantly recalled the flames rising into the sky, the forbidden area of life and death divided by knife marks, and the ashes that fell like a snowy night, and his heart trembled instinctively.

Just as he restrained his instinctive reaction, his eyes met a pair of indifferent eyes, and his heart was shocked.

The sword maniac leaning on the crimson railing didn't know when he had turned sideways, looking at him coldly, his eyes were dark and deep, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he found that all the martial artists behind the sword maniac had become distant, and they even looked a little distorted, as if they were standing on top of the infinite flames.

The scorching heat rises.

The knife maniac was in a cold posture, leaning on it, looking at himself.

Luan Ying's bodies tensed instantly.

One holds a gun with both hands, the other has his right hand hanging down from the cuffs, and above the five fingers, it is already as clear as jade, they only know that the other party has disguised himself as a person from the criminal department, but they don't know the position of the enemy or the enemy, and with the other party's temperament, they can't help but feel a chill down their spine.

Facing the secret arrest of the two criminal departments who were like a great enemy, the knife maniac still looked cold and indifferent, unmoved.

A few breaths passed in the depressed atmosphere, and just when Luan Ying and the others were about to leave for the time being, the knife maniac held the teacup in his right hand and raised it slightly to signal.

Then he turned around and sat down as usual, but he didn't care about the two of them anymore.

"Whew, Whew......"

'Shadow' waited until the knife maniac turned behind him, only to find that his breathing was slightly short, his clothes were slightly wet behind his back, and his hands were firmly held on the weapon.

'Luan''s face was also solemn, and he shook his head again and then smiled bitterly:

"It's ...... to do it in front of us"

He thought of the other party's posture, there was nothing arrogant, and he could even be called polite, not in a hurry, but the other party still behaved like this in the face of the two of them after pretending to be caught by the criminal department.

Under this kind of politeness, there is an indescribable oppressive force.

After the sentence 'Luan' was true, he couldn't describe it, so he had to shake his head and say, "The name of the knife madness...... It lives up to its name. ”

"Thankfully, it didn't anger him."

Wang Anfeng withdrew his right hand and took a sip of tea.

The Huangfu family has a big business, and what is prepared for the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes is naturally good wine and tea, but it is a pity that this kind of high-quality fragrant tea is entered, Wang Anfeng's brows are still slightly wrinkled-

He never thought that he was hiding here, but he actually collided with someone from the Criminal Department.

He wrote down the outlines of these two people yesterday, and then he used the pupil technique to stare at the opposite side for a while, and he was sure that it was the leader of the two secret agents of the Criminal Department, Luan and Ying.

Deliberately above board at the moment, raise your glass.

In this way, the other party has the intention to take himself, and he will be suspicious, curious about whether there is something hidden, no matter what, he must deal with the matter in front of him first.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, looking down.

The wooden screen that was originally used to divide the martial arts arena has been removed, which means that the warm-up of the fight under the middle three grades has ended, and the theme of the ten-year martial arts exercise is different from the young phoenix banquet after all.

Next, the martial artists who have been promoted to the middle three grades in this decade compete with each other.

I wonder who was the first to play?

Shouldn't the White Tiger Hall appear right now......

Wang Anfeng thought about it without any margin in his heart, and raised his hand to take a sip of tea.

The wooden screen had been removed, and after Elder Huangfu said a few words on it, he immediately stepped into the martial arts arena, because it was only divided into many small pieces, and now it seemed that this martial arts arena was getting wider and wider.

A young man, even because of his tender face, almost looked like a teenager swordsman walked into the ring, his face was slightly uneasy, with a shark tooth knife behind his back, and he slightly clenched his fist in all directions.

There is a warrior near Wang Anfeng:

"Huh? How is he? ”

"Huh? Do you recognize him, brother? ”

"Why don't you recognize it? He and I are from the same country. ”

The person who opened his mouth was about forty years old, quite heroic, and said: "His mentorship is also regarded as a famous family, with extraordinary talent, he is young, only twenty years old and crossed the dragon gate, similar to you and me, only look at the talent, it can be regarded as a talent." ”

The others wondered: "Then this person should be regarded as a good sentence, why have you never heard of a name?" ”

The brave man took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Although the qualifications are good, but the martial arts are ordinary, when the battle is about to begin, it is like becoming a wooden man. ”

When others heard this, they were a little regretful, they originally thought it was a golden talent, but they didn't expect it to be a ruined person.

Wang Anfeng was curious, but he didn't care much, and found that the tea in his hand was empty, and he was about to raise his hand to call the maid who was not far away to add tea, but he heard a voice and said:

"I'm going to challenge this master, please see."

Almost instantly, Wang Anfeng felt a line of sight, as if the flowing water in the whirlpool naturally converged on his body, and immediately realized something, his brows couldn't help but raise slightly, retracted his gaze, and slowly looked at the swordsman below.

The latter, whose eyes were looking at him, pulled out the shark tooth knife again, repeated it, and said loudly:

"I'm going to challenge this master."

'Luan' first casually looked in the direction of the swordsman below, his palm couldn't help but tremble, and he took a deep breath.

I said that fortunately, no one provoked the knife maniac, and in a blink of an eye, a person who was not afraid of death jumped out.

There are many things in the world that are not as good as they should be, but this kind of change will inevitably come too quickly.

He felt a slight pain in his cheeks.

The 'shadow' next to him fell silent, thought about it, and said silently:

"One Trick ......"

'Luan' pinched the corners of his forehead and said:

"Really...... This eyesight is too bad. ”

"I just hope that the knife maniac won't be too ruthless and don't go too far......"

PS: Today's first update is ............ Well, four thousand two hundred word chapters......