The next day was still under the scorching sun, and the eight people who won yesterday were, He Jingguo, Feng Mu'er, Feng Mufeng, Ming Feng, Mo Da, Wu Ming, Zi Xie, and Gu Xuan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info These eight people, except for Gu Xuan, have already come to the Jiangtai early, why are they except Gu Xuan, because Gu Xuan has never left the Jiangtai.

Of course, there are more than eight of them on the platform, but I saw that the emperor and the hundred officials who were still watching on the city wall yesterday have come to the platform today, and it seems that they want to observe carefully.

As more and more people around him, the victorious new emperor said "Let's start...", and announced the start of today's competition.

The eight people were divided into four groups, respectively, Feng Mu'er in the first group to Feng Mufeng, it seems that yesterday Feng Mu'er's wish to teach this stinky boy who talked nonsense came true, and this idea should have been heard by God, so she was given this opportunity. I saw Feng Mu'er keep clenching her little fist and waving it towards Feng Mufeng far away, which means that she will definitely make you cry later!

In the second group, the Purple Evil of the Spirit Sword Sect fought against Wuming of Jinshan Temple, both of them are the masters of a major sect, although the Purple Evil is a generation younger than Wuming, but martial arts are never strong when they are old.

No, the Purple Evil has already taken the lead and said: "Senior Wuming, I didn't expect to be the first to face you, the Purple Evil is deeply honored.... But I hope that my seniors will not humble me because of my master, and ask my seniors for advice!"

"Amitabha, although the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but martial arts is to be in the palm of the hand after all!" After Monk Wuming finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to everyone, and he began to close his eyes and think about how to win this competition, because the purple evil is indeed a big threat, but no one can stop the road of Jinshan Temple, and the great monks who block it will invite them to see the Buddha!

In the third group, Gu Xuan of the Xuanzhen faction faced the white-robed young general He Jingguo, which is probably the most suspenseless group. Everyone thinks the same, He Jingguo, a white-robed young general, can't win against Gu Xuan. Even He Jingguo himself thought so, especially remembering the scene of the general's stage that day, everyone ascended from below, and Gu Xuan descended directly from the sky, this mysterious Taoist..... Hey, thinking of this, He Jingguo smiled bitterly and shook his head, probably this competition will end here. At this point, He Jingguo clenched the long tasseled spear in his hand hard, even if he was defeated, the legend of the white robe would be wonderful!

And Gu Xuan on the side didn't have any emotions at all, because he had been standing with his eyes closed since he arrived at Jiangtai yesterday, and he didn't react even when Ming Feng called him... The only thing on his body that reacted was the broadsword on his back, this imperial sword called "Ziwei" kept flashing with purple light, as if he was raising a sword and meditating! Because the less the swordsman's heart carried, the more decisive the hand holding the sword would be!

The fourth group, Ming Feng is great to Qingcheng, fate is such a thing as a wonderful thing, both of them hope that this duel will come later, but fate seems to like to play with the world, the more you don't want things, the faster it comes.... Ming Feng looked at this white-haired Taoist, who used to have a great demonic heart, but now he has become a Dao heart, and I don't know if the sword in his heart can be next, thinking of this, Ming Feng smiled at Mo Da and said: "Dao Chief, after today, a shocking sword will shock the world." ”

Mo Da listened to this inexplicable words and didn't know how to answer at all, is he admitting defeat? No, no, no, this is completely impossible..... This young man is now a hero, although it may be wrong for his sword to swing at him, although Big Brother Zi is also considered to be dead, but after all, he has called this Big Brother Zi for decades. Therefore, this sword must be swung out, and the only sword left in his life is for this young man.

With this in mind, Mo Da gently touched the sword in his left hand and replied, "I hope you don't let me down...."

Listening to Mo Da's words, he said it to Ming Feng, and he also said it to himself, don't be disappointed...... Ming Feng responded to Mo Da's words with a long sword on his back, and the sword told Mo Da that my sword will not be defeated!

And Gu Xuan, who was on the stage, also opened his eyes slightly because of this sword sound, only to see him muttering to himself with the broadsword on his back: "Ziwei, Ziwei, we will defeat him, it's good!" In response to him, there was a long roar of the Ziwei sword on his back, and the passionate sword sound seemed to say, Okay!

A gong and drum sounded, and everyone on the stage retreated, leaving only Feng Mu'er and Feng Mufeng, the noble son, in the center. I saw that the noble son was dressed very solemnly today, and he looked like he had lost the appearance of yesterday's gentleman, and now he looked like a son of a family, only to see him solemnly salute Feng Mu'er and said: "Aunt Huang, I asked my mother yesterday, and she told me that you are my aunt." My mother also said, I want to see you when the competition is over, aunt..."

Before Feng Mufeng could finish speaking, Feng Mu'er slapped her palm, and said loudly at the same time: "Don't go! Hmph, don't think that if you call your aunt a few times, you think that this girl will let you watch and fight!"

When the words fell, Feng Mu'er took the breath with one palm and got started, it was the autumn wind in the astringent autumn wind that did not stain the dust.

At the same time, the noble prince also spoke: "Aunt Huang doesn't need to let me! Aunt Huang pay attention, the autumn wind is not stained with dust!"

The moment they took the palm, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time, and their surroundings were devastated by the power of the palm..... Feng Mu'er stabilized her body and said with a smile: "Giggles, stinky boy, you learned pretty well!

The autumn wind is swaying, only the sound of the wind blowing and the leaves falling, and in the bleak wind, a palm has arrived! This palm seems to come from the end of the world, far away... Bleak... Always parting...

"Qiu Se is silent!" The same voice came out of the mouth of the noble prince again, and it was the same trick again!

In the handover, the judgment is made!

Seeing Feng Mu'er slowly walking to the side of the noble prince who fell to the ground, he then stretched out his little hand and said, "Good nephew, come and aunt to pull you up...."After listening to Aunt Huang's words, Feng Mufeng was just about to reach out to take it, but he saw Feng Mu'er suddenly dodge it..... This dodge, Feng Mufeng fell again.

And Feng Mu'er on the side "giggled" and laughed: "Hmph! It's not allowed to call Aunt Huang, this girl is not that old!" After speaking, Feng Mu'er trotted towards Mingfeng.

"Brother Mingfeng, I'm not very powerful!" Feng Mu'er was coquettish while holding Mingfeng's hand.

And at this time, the noble son also ran over, and then he shouted again: "Auntie, uncle..."

Looking at this well-behaved young man, Naruto said with a smile: "Actually, you are too smart.... And this nephew of yours is too stupid. Originally, his martial arts skills were not lower than yours, but he actually stupidly entered your set, and among the three styles of dyeing the autumn wind, your most powerful thing is Qiu Se silently... How can he be invincible!"

Seeing that he was being exposed, Feng Mu'er stuck out her tongue and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I'm in the top four, don't let that dog Taoist be eliminated! Otherwise, I won't give you the position of general when the time comes!" But as soon as she finished speaking, Feng Mu'er grabbed Mingfeng's hand and pressed it tightly.

And the noble prince seemed to be still thinking about Ming Feng's words, and saw that he thought for a while and asked: "Uncle, I have obviously learned all the dye autumn winds, and my internal skills are higher than my aunt's, why can't I beat her with the same moves?"

"Ha, Qiu Se is silent, what is left in the bleak wind is loneliness and parting, the taste of the wind is bitter, and the sound of the wind is sad in the ears..... These flavors were tasted by my aunt after she had been on the run for several years..."Ming Feng said as he gently hugged Feng Mu'er, she was really bitter in those years.

Then Ming Feng looked up at your son and said, "You are a son-in-law, do you say that you may understand the taste.... So you just used other martial arts, and you're probably the one who won. ”

While speaking, with the sound of another gong and drum, the second competition began.