Sword Tomb.

There are dozens of families and more than 100 young elite disciples, many of whom have outstanding achievements.

In comparison, Xia Guang's record in Jiangnan Province is quite an upstart posture.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and I heard that this young man, who is also known in the world, has defeated the Great Elder.

Most of the elite disciples smiled slightly.

Rumors stop at the wise.

A first-grade martial artist defeated a veteran third-grade martial artist, and some people believe this rumor?

Let's not talk about that.

Just looking at the weapon used by the young man, you can see one or two.

Fang Tian draws a halberd?

It's almost the same as the demon god of Dashang.

The male disciples of the family all felt that they were gentle as jade and a suave gentleman, and the female disciples felt that they were Lan Xinhui and a beautiful woman with unique skills.

So almost always with a sword.

The sword is not as good as a gun, and the slash is not as good as a knife, but it is upright and upright, and it stops when it is pointed.

From the ministers of the palace to the knights of the rivers and lakes, most of them carry swords.

How can a disciple of a family use a halberd?

Does he think he is Lu Shao?

Let's not talk about that.

The appearance of this young man holding a halberd looks like a layman at first glance, without any sense of beauty.

Xia Guang was out of place.

He sat in the corner, his halberd stuck into the ground, the tree at his side, and if it was a flag flying alone, he alone would be a flag.

Others are in groups, talking and laughing.

And a beauty like Murong Xue is even more attractive to bees and butterflies, and there are seven or eight family disciples gathered around her, sitting together in the conspicuous pavilion of the exquisite Sword Tomb.

The four corners of the pavilion are upturned, lying on the falcon sculpture overlooking, four pairs of fierce eyes, showing majesty, glazed bricks and tiles, in the deep winter sun, glowing with a warm luster.

"Senior Brother Wan has won the award, how can the little sister be so good as you say?" Murong Xue smiled.

And another young man with a rather dignified and calm appearance is a young genius of the East China Sea Wanjia, named Wan Lei, with a charming smile on his lips: "Senior Sister Xue'er is just sixteen, and she has already explored the realm of the three grades, and she is standing here as a brother, and she can also feel that the Murong family is always hidden in the junior sister, and the world-shaking master, Xingluo Sword Intent, is really extraordinary."

The ancestor of the Murong family who created this technique at the beginning was really outstanding, and the strongest defensive swordsmanship was really deserved. ”

On the other side, a young man in white silk clothes said with a smile: "Brother Wan is right, but not all right, a year ago, the head of the Murong family, that is, the uncle, in Changbai in the Northern Regions, defeated the 'Guanwai Sword Venerable' ram with a single hand to turn the stars, and I also went with my father to watch, and my uncle was not blindly defensive."

Defense is to break the enemy's momentum, and then counterattack, it is to go with the victory, so Brother Wan is just talking about defense, but it is wrong.

I think Senior Sister Xue seems to have received some true inheritance from her uncle. ”

Murong Xue smiled and said, "Brother Xue, it's over." ”

This white-clothed young man is a member of the Xue family in the north, named Xue Shan, the Xue family is also known as the Sword God Villa, the owner of the village, Xue Baiyi, has a magical swordsmanship, because of his existence, even the Great Zhou issued a military restriction order, and never reduced the Xue family to a medium power.

Talking and talking, it is about the lonely young man sitting in the distance.

The boy sat in the corner.

Wait quietly.

All the greetings around him seemed to be out of place with him, and he put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and waited.

"That one seems to be the person who came with your Gusu family, how can it be so..."Xue Shan has lived in the north for a long time, so he doesn't know too much about the affairs of Jiangnan Province.

After thinking about the wording, he said the next paragraph: "So personal?"

Murong Xue said: "He is amazing, he beat his second brother and my second brother all seriously, and he is only a first-class martial artist." The potential is endless. ”

Xue Shan was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Really?"

Murong Xue looked disdainful, "The side door is left, just ask for a quick success, he, three months ago, he didn't know kung fu." ”

Wan Lei's expression was majestic, and he echoed: "Miss Xue'er is right, the exercises are achieved quickly, that is, if you take the evil path, even if you rely on the strange method at the beginning, you will not move forward when you reach a higher threshold. ”

Sensing the dislike of the beautiful woman in front of him, Wan Lei is a smart person.

Therefore, he continued: "Such a person, even if he is proud for a while, he will not be able to live for a long time. ”

The rest of the disciples who surrounded them talked about the foundation of this martial arts and the issue of quick success.

Most of them are saying that some martial arts should be gradual and lay a solid foundation.

Xue Shan became interested in that peculiar first-rank martial artist, after all, the head of the family, Xue Baiyi, once said a word.

"In this world, right and wrong are not determined by the mouth, but by winning or losing, usually the person who loses will die, and the dead person cannot speak. ”

Because of this sentence, the disciples of the Xue family have a strong concept of victory and defeat, and for this young man sitting alone, Xue Shan became curious, he got up lightly and walked over, "Brother Huangpu is here alone, isn't it boring?"

Xia Guang said lightly: "Martial arts is lonely and boring, so you can't go on." ”

Xue Shan was stunned, you are only a first-class martial artist, what kind of martial arts do you have?

So he smiled and said, "What is the Tao of Brother Huangpu?"

Xia Guang raised his eyes and quietly spit out two words: "First." ”

The genius of the Xue family didn't seem to hear it really, or if it did, but he couldn't accept it, so he asked, "What?"

Xia Guang didn't reply anymore and continued to close his eyes.

Xue Shan didn't care, "Brother Huangpu come and sit down, listen to your outstanding achievements during this time, and say a few words to everyone?"

With the intention of investigating the young man's secret, he asked here.

After all, who doesn't wonder how a first-grade martial artist can overcome someone higher than his own realm?

The challenge of skipping the level is the patent of genius.

Could it be that this young man named Huang Puguang is actually a peerless genius?

As if sensing the other party's thoughts, Xia Guang said indifferently: "I've never been a genius. ”

Xue Shan asked, "So, how did the Huangpu brothers defeat a martial artist who was far higher than their own realm?"

He didn't prepare the other party to answer, after all, everyone has their own secrets, hole cards.

However, Xia Guang just said: "Be diligent." ”

Yes, he spent three full months practicing martial arts.

Conduct devilish training.

Trimester.

It took three months of sweating every day to achieve such an achievement.

Can it be done?

Can't do it.

No pain, no gain.

The reason why he was able to skip the level and challenge the two levels was completely inseparable from his long-term efforts.

Something else, not worth mentioning.

Xue Shan was stunned for a moment, and said respectfully: "I understand, Brother Huangpu is the kind of person who has become a blockbuster if he doesn't make a sound." ”

After that, it's time to return.

Murong Xue shook her head and smiled: "What's the matter, Brother Xue personally went to invite him, and he didn't come?"

Xue Shan sighed: "He is practicing, he is practicing his martial arts all the time, I asked him what he relied on, he said that he was diligent, and sure enough... Martial arts need to be diligent at all times, and there can be no slackness. ”

Murong Xue's face was strange, and she reminded again: "Brother Xue, he didn't know martial arts three months ago!!"

Xue Shan: ......

......

He was in a somewhat messy mood at this time.

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The jousting soon began.

Twenty-four families, twelve as a group, first group battles, until the top four, will be individual battles.

The Huangpu family was not lucky, after drawing lots, they were the first to play, and the enemy they faced was the same big family, the East China Sea Wanjia.

Then it's time to arrange the order of play.

And this process is completely transparent, so it is impossible to adopt the practice of "Tian Ji horse racing" to avoid strong enemies.

In other words, strong against strong, weak against weak, truly reflects the essence of a family.

After all, the one who can enter the Sword Tomb must be a great family, not a family that just emerges from a genius by chance.

In the Sword Tomb, there is an unimaginable opportunity.

It is rumored that after entering, the ground is full of broken swords, and if there is a fate, the divine sword will drill out of the ground, with colorful brilliance, neon and glow, and then recognize the master.

The person who gets the help of this divine sword will have a significant increase in strength, and he is invincible at the same level, and he is not a joke.

Huang Pu family, although the little prince is not welcomed, but he can still say a word when arranging the order of battle.

While the two elders were in order, Xia Guang stood quietly next to him.

Looking at the second elder who was written on the battle list, Xia Guang said lightly: "The first one, write my name." ”

The Second Elder nodded.

"The second, also write me. ”

Second Elder: ......

"The third, the fourth, the fifth, all write me. ”

The second elder slapped the table: "Huang Puguang, what are you going to do?!"

"I'm going to enter the Sword Tomb, but I'm afraid they won't win. ”

"The Sword Tomb Competition, there has never been such a pattern!"

"Then bother the second elder to ask, okay?"

"What if you lose?"

"I'm not going to lose. ”

Xia Guang clenched his fists, I am a dignified martial artist, I have worked hard for so long, so much sweat, how can I lose?

Who can make me lose?

The Second Elder asked, "Why do you think you won't lose?"

Xia Guang said lightly: "Heaven rewards diligence. ”

The second elder was solemn, he thought about it, maybe this little boy had been quietly hiding outside to practice martial arts before?

After laying a solid foundation, this talent is like a bamboo, after all, even the Great Elder lost to him.

Wanjia is a strong enemy, if it is five against five, the winning rate on his side is at most five or five, since this little boy has self-confidence, let him try it.

Let alone...

Before leaving, the eldest lady once told him that she wanted him to give Huang Puguang as many opportunities as possible to make a move, and let him go on stage to demonstrate more often.

The purpose of the eldest lady is very simple, and if she shows more, she will naturally be seen by people what kind of evil martial arts she is using.

The second elder thought about it repeatedly, although the little boy's practice of taking over the five games by himself seemed ridiculous, but it was reasonable for the eldest lady to be... It's not a good direction.

So, he deliberately blushed and said, "I'll ask." ”

The second elder of the Gusu Emperor's Pu family ran to a red high platform and said a few words to several of the characters who presided over the Sword Tomb on the stage, and there was some argument at first, but soon his complexion eased.

After the second elder returned, his face was strange: "Jianling allowed you to fight alone, it is forbidden to fight with the weak and strong, but the wheel battle of one person can't help it... Then, Huang Puguang, you can show your real skills and fight hard!"

The second elder quietly accented on the "real ability".

The eldest lady Zhang Rong is the daughter of the guardian of the Southern Sword Tomb, and she naturally communicated with her father Zhang Jiuling early.

Zhang Jiuling naturally favored his daughter, although he guarded the sword tomb and couldn't leave, but he also secretly invited a few masters who knew the martial arts of various sects and factions in the rivers and lakes to come to the town to watch what the martial arts of Huang Puguang was.

The tomb keeper of Nanjian Mausoleum also has a lofty status in the rivers and lakes, if he opens his mouth, he will naturally be able to invite some big people.

There are six of these big shots.

The most prominent is one of the Seven Mountains Alliance of the Sword Dao, the head of the mountain between the eyebrows, Hua Changyang, he and his two apprentices only arrived yesterday.

Half in exchange for a favor from Jianling.

Half of it was to take his two apprentices out for training.

The senior sister Mei Ling and the little sister often blow snow.

Although these two apprentices have different temperaments, they are both true kendo geniuses.

Look at the elites of the same generation among the disciples of the family, through this observation, you can also achieve progress.

"Senior sister, which side do you like about the showdown between the Wanjia family and the Huangpu family?" Chang Chuixue, who had a beautiful mole between her eyebrows, asked softly.

Mei Ling's expression was a little cold and arrogant, compared to the innocence of her junior sister, she was more charming, "When the battle order list comes out, let's see." ”

And didn't keep them for long.

The approval of the order of the battle this time is unbelievably fast.

The guests attending the meeting, as well as the elites and elders of the twenty-four families, as well as the people of the Jianling Villa itself, all looked at the high platform.

In the direction of the high platform, an old man was full of energy, thinking about the order of the battle.

"In the first game, the first-grade martial artist Huang Pu Guang, and the third-grade martial artist Wan Lei.

In the second game, the first-grade martial artist Huang Puguang faced the second-grade martial artist Wan Gang.

In the third game, the first-grade martial artist Huang Puguang, and the second-grade martial artist Wan Xinghong.

In the fourth game, the first-grade martial artist Huang Puguang, and the second-grade martial artist Wan Xiangdong.

In the fifth game, the first-grade martial artist Huang Puguang is early, and the second-grade martial artist is early. ”

All:......

Chang Chuixue was stunned at the beginning, and hurriedly said: "Senior sister, I bet on ten thousand families to win." ”

Mei Ling's expression moved, if a pool of charming, but the backwater in the ancient well without waves inside made a slight ripple, she licked her red lips, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, what are you betting on?"

Chang Chuixue thought for a while: "If I win, you give me your black jade glazed hairpin carved with a strange trick." ”

Mei Ling said with a smile: "If I win, tomorrow in the middle of summer, I will go to the Demon Gate to strangle the thief's training task, and the senior sister will go instead of you, I... There are still grievances that need to be resolved. ”

The inconsequential chips, the two of them didn't mind, they were settled.

Mei Ling said charmingly: "I just can afford such a man, what about a product, I bet on him to win." ”

Chang Chuixue also smiled: "Senior sister, little sister, thank you for the glazed hairpin." ”

On the other hand, comments such as "arrogant", "I don't know what to do", and "young people are too arrogant" abound.

For the Huangpu family, the rest of the disciples felt that they had been reduced to decorations, and they didn't seem to be very comfortable, four people, sitting under the stage.

Looking at the young man holding the halberd in an orderly manner, he slowly stepped onto the stage, stood in the center of the ring, and asked in a loud voice, "Who will come first?"