It's been a long time.

The last time Zhu Luan saw Song Xuesong was in February, when the twilight clouds would meet.

The banquet before the start of the township test was also not photographed.

Song Xuesong was still in that cold appearance, and when he walked out, it was very quiet under the high platform.

In fact, after Li Wenyao and Hong Shan appeared one after another, he was enough to surprise everyone.

I don't know if I'm dissatisfied with this, Song Xuesong frowned, and occasionally glanced at everyone's gaze with an indescribable disgust.

Hearing Hong Shan's words, Nian Huazang's brows also furrowed, "He has always been alone, and you don't know it." ”

Because of the painstaking management of Nianhuazang, the disciples of Taiping Shanfang are the closest in the academies, and they have been in and out of the township examination together, but only one person does not give Nianhuazang face and never participates.

Although in front of outsiders, he was afraid that he was a disciple of Taiping Shanfang, and Nianhuazang had always maintained it more, but this time Song Xuesong's attitude was particularly bad, and Nianhuazang also had a real fire.

There are six people in the final round of Taiping Mountain House this time, but there are always only four people around Nian Huazang, plus the woman who looks casual, but actually comes to say hello.

"After all, he is the eldest son of the Song family," Hong Shan said, "Naturally extraordinary." ”

Song Xuesong, who was not far away, seemed to hear it and walked over, "At least I won't lose in the first round and embarrass the Taiping Mountain House." ”

"It's good that the disciples of the Taiping Mountain House can come here, and no one has embarrassed the Taiping Mountain House," Nian Huazang heard the sarcasm in his words and said lightly.

"No?"

The young man looked at Li Wenyao with a smile and sneered, "Then what kind of waste is Wei Yuan?" ”

Nian Huazang's face turned completely cold, "Wei Yuan is not a waste. ”

"The dignified second seat was defeated without even fighting back, it's not a waste," Song Xuesong held his head high and swept around the teenagers, and at this time, candidate No. 26 had already ascended the high platform.

"Song Gongzi should focus on his own competition first," Hong Shan said in an urn on the side.

"Of course", Song Xuesong turned around in a dashing manner, "I'm not Wei Yuan's waste." ”

With that, he walked away.

Duan Lizheng frowned on the side, I don't know if it was his illusion, just when Song Xuesong turned around, he seemed to glance at the woman beside him from the corner of his eye.

Duan Lizheng looked at Zhu Luan and found that she had her head down and didn't know what she was thinking.

He still remembered the conversation he had heard while staying in the carriage full of essay papers with the woman.

The old man and the young master.

And the voice called the young master is exactly the same as Song Xuesong.

No matter how clear Duan Lizheng's memory is, even if he uses his identity and influence to tell this matter, the first thing that needs to be explained is why he was there at that time.

So everything, everything, this can only be reduced to a secret speculation in his heart.

Duan Lizheng glanced at the woman beside him with a normal complexion, and sighed in his heart.

She's always so composed.

There was a melodious bell on the high platform, and the two people on the stage stood opposite each other.

Song Xuesong's opponent is a student of Ziyang Academy, named Xu Wuyang, although his reputation is not obvious, but the disciple of Ziyang Academy is famous in itself.

After all, the strength of the students of Ziyang Academy will not be weak.

Xu Wuyang and Song Xuesong are in a similar realm, and everyone thought that this battle should be able to hold up a stick of incense, but it was not quite this one, and it didn't go as everyone wanted.

Xu Wuyang's swordsmanship is decent, it can be seen that the basic skills are very solid, and the true yuan is also abundant, and after doing the starting pose, he pulled out the sword.

However, Song Xuesong on the opposite side stood in place, holding the hilt of his sword motionless.

What's going on here?

Could it be another imitation of a princess's moves?

Everyone looked at the picture in front of them and felt that this year's martial arts test was really a bit magical.

"It's not." Just when everyone was discussing and speculating, Duan Lizheng listened to the woman beside him whisper.

Not really.

Xu Wuyang is a student of Ziyang Academy, and he is the person who watches his chief Li Wenyao hone that move day and night.

As long as there is a little impetuousness and quick success, you can't learn this trick.

He knew in his heart that in the entire Huizhou Prefecture, only Li Wenyao could use this trick. So even if Song Xuesong put on such a posture, the young man still finished the starting gesture in a hurry, and after the bell rang to start, he did not hesitate to stab the other party with his sword.

"Idiot." However, looking at the fearless figure of the young man, the corners of Song Xuesong's mouth curled up, revealing a contemptuous smile.

Then he drew his sword.

It's not knife drawing.

The speed is not fast, and it can't be compared with Li Wenyao, which makes everyone in the audience see his sword clearly.

That sword looked like an ordinary sword, but the moment it was pulled out of its scabbard, everyone felt a flower in front of them, and the sword body instantly overflowed with countless brilliance!

It looked like an outer layer plated with a layer of silver, the cold light was shining, dazzling, and there was a faint extremely powerful aura circulating!

There was a sound of inhalation from the audience.

This is clearly not an ordinary sword.

Or that this momentum is no longer a weapon, but a magic weapon that has been infused with breath by the master!

"Die." Song Xuesong looked at the oncoming Xu Wuyang and said indifferently, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, raising the sword high above his head, and slashing at Xu Wuyang's head.

His movements were very simple, not even as fast as Xu Wuyang's sword, and when the tip of Xu Wuyang's sword reached Song Xuesong's throat, Song Xuesong's sword was still three inches away from his body.

However, the silver sword had not yet arrived, but the sword intent had already arrived.

A terrifying howl of wind sounded from the high platform.

Xu Wuyang's pupils shrank, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, forcibly reversing the sword momentum and turning to a defensive position.

He clearly felt that sword intent, it was the sword intent that wanted to cut him in two!

His eyes were split, this person actually wanted to cut him in half?

Xu Wuyang flipped the sword side over, and the sword intent slammed into his sword.

With a bang, Xu Wuyang's body also bounced up like a cannonball, flew dozens of feet, and smashed heavily on the invisible wall outside the martial arts platform!

This is the second time such a scene has appeared.

However, the mood of the crowd was completely different.

Xu Wuyang vomited blood and fainted, and the sword given by Mr. Ziyang Academy also turned into powder in an instant.

"Hey, you're not dead?" However, Song Xuesong on the high platform sighed, as if he was very dissatisfied with such an overwhelming result, and slowly lifted the sword again, and immediately stabbed at Xu Wuyang, who was already unconscious on the ground.

The sword was full of light and smelled of death.

"Stop." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded on the side of the high platform.

Song Xuesong turned a deaf ear, the sword in his hand did not stop, a look of excitement crossed his eyes, and he slashed it off indifferently.

However, his sword slashed into the air, but it could not be slashed.

There were two fingers that caught the sword.