The three days soon arrived, and the water that was surrounded by the martial arts field was impassable, but there were only about 20 people who really signed up, and the rest were melon-eating people. This is very gratifying to me, most people still cherish life.

I signed up after all, and it wasn't because I coveted the position of the hall master. I am more greedy for life and afraid of death than anyone else, but I don't want to be trapped in the valley by Master like this for the rest of my life. I have nothing to do in my life, so I can only eat and drink Lazar. At this time, this hard-won opportunity, how can I give it up because I am afraid of death. Didn't a certain book say: A gentleman does something and does nothing.

Strictly speaking, a total of twenty-five disciples signed up to participate, but the referee team felt that twenty-five people were not easy to group, so they persuaded one to quit in private. The twenty-four were then divided into twelve groups, and after one round, the twelve were matched to duel until the final two winners were chosen. The two men each go on a mission to assassinate someone, and whoever makes it alive will be the winner.

The twenty-four candidates were numbered from one to twenty-four, and the cardinal number was crossed with even numbers, such as number one and four, number two and three, number five and eight, number six and number seven......

My number is sixteen, and the assigned opponent number is thirteen.

Number 13 is a senior brother, I don't know him, and he looks quite raw. But the thirteenth knows me, yes, I have a small reputation in the Valley of Despair, after all, I am too distinctive, and I always do some strange things, it is difficult to know me or not.

It was already the second day of my competition with No. 13, and the first day was the competition of the previous groups. The number of disciples who simply came to watch did not decrease.

I clenched my fists: Hello, senior brother.

No. 13 returned the salute with a bright long sword: Hello, junior brother.

I said, "Senior brother, this weapon is very particular."

No. 13 said: Senior brother, this weapon is also very ...... Creak...... Where's your weapon, junior brother?

I smiled awkwardly and pulled a silver pin from my sleeve.

Number 13 said: Ah...... This weapon is also very chic!

I said, "Where, where, what can't be on the table."

Subsequently, the thirteenth reported me for using an illegal secret weapon. The referee team originally wanted to say that there was no rule that hidden weapons could not be used, but they thought that if everyone used hidden weapons in the future, it would lead to immeasurable consequences, so they dragged me to the backstage and confiscated all the silver needles on my body.

After half a pillar of incense, I was back on the dueling ring, and Thirteen had a sinister smile on his face.

No. 13 said: Little junior brother, there is only half a pillar of incense left in the competition, otherwise you surrender and admit defeat, so that I can still leave you a whole corpse.

The rules of this competition are that only if the opponent is killed in a stick of incense, it is not good to beat half to death. As fellow disciples, everyone tries to leave a whole corpse for each other.

I said, "Unless you kill me, it depends on whether I am willing to leave you with a whole corpse."

When Thirteen heard this, he stabbed me with a long sword. I stepped directly on his sword with a small effort, then trotted a few steps on the sword to its wrist and kicked it hard, then flipped in the air and fell back to the ground.

Thirteen dislocated his left wrist, his heart was already mmp, he cast a ghost step and suddenly appeared behind me within seconds, giving me a flying kick when I was confused. I was kicked a few meters away, and my feet were strong enough that my organs and organs were shaken by the kicking.

I got up from the ground, calmed my guts, pulled out my precious bronze dagger, and stared at the smug Thirteen like a hungry wolf.

Number 13 said: Oh, it turns out that there is still a fruit knife hidden, which is insidious enough.

Fruit knives... I clenched the dagger tightly and hated my teeth tickled. If Liu Qing knew that the precious dagger he made was mistaken for a fruit knife by this little rabbit cub, he would probably have to crawl out of the grave and cut this grandson. Since this guy used ghost steps, I cast a trick of Hundred Ghost Night Walking, and countless of them attacked him from all directions with a knife in an orderly manner. Thirteen panicked all of a sudden, raised his sword and slashed up and down.

If Ghost Bu is a grandson, Hyakki Night Walking is equivalent to his ancestor. Master has always been special to me, and the martial arts he taught are also different from those of these disciples. It's just that when I was a child, I didn't want to learn, but this time when I came back from Chang'an, I have changed my past mistakes and opened my mind all of a sudden. Although I didn't learn the martial arts that Master taught before, I made notes in a booklet, and although the words were a little ugly, I still remember them clearly. After Chang'an came back, I turned out all those pamphlets and practiced without missing a page.

Under the night walk of a hundred ghosts, how can there be no skin.

Thirteen was covered in dagger cuts, and every place verified the power of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk. He was so angry that he didn't care about the new injury he had just added, and suddenly broke the sword in his hand, and it turned into another sword.

I watched in a daze as the two majestic swords glowed green in his hands, and I couldn't figure out how this kind of operation could exist in the world.

Thirteen said proudly: Fuck, the hundred ghosts are a fart at night, show you how powerful my two swords are.

After saying that, this guy brandished two turquoise swords to kill, and his moves were all close to the point, so I could only dodge left and right. But this guy didn't mean to make me gasp in the slightest, and his moves were obviously more ferocious and vicious. I was a little annoyed, and while dodging, I flipped through the notes in my head, trying to find a way to solve the dilemma—

All swords are one!

I tried to recall the key to the unity of all swords, mastered the rhythm of the opponent's attack, took advantage of the gap to volley, put the dagger in front of my chest, controlled it with internal force, and finally operated with the gesture in the book.

The bronze dagger emitted a brilliance like a bright starry sky, and rushed out like a meteorite falling, and a dagger turned into countless phantoms, rushing straight towards the thirteenth. I made another gesture a foot to his chest, and the phantom dissipated, the real dagger straight into Thirteen's heart, unbiased.

Number 13 plopped down and died.

The referee frantically came up to check on the situation, pulled the dagger from Thirteen's body and handed it back to me, sweeping me up and down with a strange look.

I shrugged, wiped the blood from the dagger off him, and walked off the stage amid the cheers of everyone.

In the end, the death of Senior Brother No. 13 was said by the melon-eating masses to die under the fruit knife.

......

This night, I leaned on the roof, by the faint moonlight to read the martial arts notes, although I won a game today, but it was not easy to win, and then the opponent became stronger and stronger, if I want to live to win, I can only hurry up and report the Buddha's feet.

The wind is blowing hot, and summer is coming.

Xian brought me letters and Shih Tzu roast chicken from Chang'an. I think that if I can go out from time to time like Xian and run around naturally, I will be able to go to Chang'an to see my friends in person, unlike now, trapped in the Valley of Despair by Master.

I thanked Chaoxian, put the letter in my pocket, and took advantage of the moonlight to nibble on roast chicken.

I said, "That's the taste."

Xian said: If you like it, it's good.

I said: I won today, but I'm not happy at all.

Xian looked at me puzzled, and in the darkness he couldn't see what was in my eyes, only that I was buried in the chicken, and I didn't look unhappy at all.

I said, "That Thirteen actually said that my baby was a fruit knife."

Hyun sat on the sidelines and laughed.

I said, "Let's not talk about how powerful my knife is, you can see that everyone said that I killed him with a fruit knife, he lost humiliatingly, and I won disgracefully."

Xian said: Don't be angry, eat chicken.

I obediently stopped talking and nibbled on the chicken rack with taste.

Xian said: Why don't you discuss this matter with me?

There was a hint of anger in his tone, and I tilted my head to look at him as I ate the chicken, clearly not wanting me to eat properly.

I said, "Aren't you busy, you will be in the valley for a while, and you will not be in the valley for a while, so I will discuss it with you."

Xian said: He supported you?

I shook my head.

Xian said, "He should stop you."

I said, "How can that guy stop me, he can't beat me, he can't scold me." It really pushed me into a hurry, and I went up and gave him two kicks.

Xian said: You should be so bullish with tomorrow's opponent.

I said, "I don't know who we're fighting tomorrow."

Xian said: No matter who it is, you must not be defeated.

Yes, I can't be defeated, and if I lose, this will be the last chicken I will eat in my life. Thinking about it, I licked all the cracks of my bones clean.