For the rest of his life, I thought that most people had gone to see Ji Juechen and Jing Yuwen, why was there such a big vote of people here?

When I looked closely, I found that the people of this vote were all dressed, sitting, and holding swords, and there were more men and fewer women, not to mention anything else, just by looking at the sitting posture of this voter, I knew that they were strictly trained.

After looking at them so carefully for a while, I didn't notice them coming sideways, and the rest of my life looked even more unscrupulously.

"Hmm... does not smile, sits upright, sits in purple clothes, does not say a word during the war, is well-trained, and should be an iron-blooded division. "This is the first impression of them for the rest of my life.

The teenager who played against Wei Xiaowei in the stands, dressed in the same costume as this group of unsmiling spectators, should be a member of their team.

"Little Liu, calm down. ”

Just when the rest of his life was looking unscrupulously, a young man in white walked out of the crowd on the other side, with an extraordinary bearing, and said to the young man in purple on the stage.

"Yes, Senior Brother. The purple-clothed young man Xiao Liu nodded and arched his hand.

"Hey, have you finished discussing it!" Wei Xiaowei on the other side shouted impatiently when he saw that the purple-clothed Xiaoliu was slow to make a move.

When the purple-clothed Xiaoliu heard this, he immediately turned around, but there was no anger on his face, but he bowed his hand apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've kept this son waiting for a long time." ”

"You!!" The so-called stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, the other party is so polite, Wei Xiaowei is also angry and has nowhere to go, so he immediately waved his hand and said: "Hurry up and start, don't waste time, you see that the other round platforms have been played for a while." ”

"Okay, Childe. "The purple-clothed little six is still full of etiquette.

"I'll go" What Wei Xiaowei couldn't stand the most was that others looked polite and polite at any time, and he gasped quickly: "You!!, what a stupid goose, there must be a master with a board and one eye, otherwise it is impossible to teach this kind of disciple." ”

"Don't hide it from this son, Xiaosheng's master is indeed very strict. The purple-clothed Xiaoliu continued to be polite, and the sense of etiquette that went deep into the bone marrow made him have to remain elegant at all times.

Wei Xiaowei's posture that had been set up was directly crushed by this sentence, he violently buttoned his hair, and then said: "I was scolding you just now!!insulting you!!understand?Aren't you angry??"

The purple-clothed Xiaoliu still had a smile on his face, he bowed slowly, and then said: "In my opinion, that is the teachings of the child, and Xiaoliu remembers it in his heart." ”

"Damn!!" Wei Xiaowei completely collapsed, this feeling like a punch into the water was maddening, Wei Xiaowei couldn't help it, he directly dodged and attacked, and instantly approached the purple-clothed little six.

"Offended!"

As soon as the purple-clothed Xiaoliu finished saying this, Wei Xiaowei's figure appeared in front of him, and he raised his hand to wave a punch, the purple-clothed Xiaoliu usually spoke slowly, but he could move his hand without ambiguity, the sword in his hand was not unsheathed, the scabbard was horizontal in front of him, and he resisted Wei Xiaowei's punch.

Bang!

The purple-clothed Xiaoliu was knocked back to the edge of the round platform by a punch and almost fell.

But no matter how dangerous the purple-clothed Xiaoliu was, the senior brothers who were with him looked at the stage with indifference, as if it was none of their business, or maybe they didn't know how to release their expressions at all.

Yu Sheng knew that there were some well-disciplined gangs or sects, and the moves of the disciples taught in that place were very standard, but it was precisely because of the too strict discipline and cultivation methods that such disciples were not strong in adaptability, and it was very dangerous once they were recognized by the other party.

Wei Xiaowei on the round platform naturally knew this truth, and he had been entangled with the purple-clothed Xiaoliu, wanting to see through each other's moves, just like that, the competition between the two entered a white heat, and no one could win anyone.

The process of seeing through the opponent's moves is very boring, and the more complicated the opponent's sword path, the more difficult it is to see through, plus his own Xiaoliu cultivation is not weak, and the rest of his life knows that he will not be able to win or lose in a short time, so he simply looks elsewhere.

When moving to other places, Yu Sheng couldn't help but look at the junior brothers in the purple-clothed Xiaoliu again, and found that they were still so serious, watching the battle with an indifferent face, and people couldn't help but want to laugh.

Look elsewhere.

Ji Juechen's side ended the battle early, and the young man who fought against him was already timid, and he was even more timid when he fought, coupled with the huge disparity in strength between the two sides, he was almost knocked down by Ji Juechen in a face.

Although this battle is not enjoyable to watch, it is also very good to be able to see Ji Juechen's demeanor, and his mother was even more violent at the moment of her son's victory, raising her voice, showing off her son in a more exaggerated way than Zhou Shijia's mother.

In addition to Ji Juechen's mother's loud voice, a scream outside the Chaoge platform also attracted a sideways look, and the source of the screams was naturally the group of senior sisters of the Seventh Academy who came to "hunt for beauty".

As Ji Juechen's mother, not only was she not angry when she saw this scene, but she was even very proud, and she was so good that my son was so good that it made girls crazy.

smiled at this for the rest of her life, and then looked at Jing Yuwen's side, and found that it was also over, Jing Yuwen was already a rare beauty, plus she had reached the age of development, this small figure was also very material, and it was naturally the place with the most male audiences.

The young man who was fighting against him originally had the idea of rubbing oil, but he never thought that Jing Yuwen was far stronger than he imagined, and he didn't make physical contact with him, so he directly took out his weapon and defeated him.

The small half-pillar incense passed, and the time came to noon, and the competition was basically over at this time, but when the rest of his life looked back, he found that Wei Xiaowei was still fighting!

Not only fighting, but also very intense, the purple-clothed Xiaoliu sword style is aggressive, Wei Xiaowei decisively took out the double hammer, and made a series of moves with the other party, the purple-clothed Xiaoliu was polite before he fought, but he was ruthless in fighting, and every sword made Wei Xiaowei take care of himself.

The huge Chaoge platform is still going on, and everyone who was not interested in this fight is slowly gathering here, after all, there is no war to be seen now, so they have to retreat to the next best thing and come to see "rookies pecking each other".

Gradually, there were more people around Wei Xiaowei, and soon the audience was full, even Ji Juechen and Zhou Shijia looked here from time to time.

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, there was a long laugh from the stage, Wei Xiaowei knocked the purple-clothed Xiaoliu away with a hammer, took a few steps back, and then stopped: "I touched it!"

"Ah, Childe, what did you touch?" The purple-clothed Xiaoliu suddenly tightened, like a big girl with yellow flowers who had been taken advantage of.

"Hmph.." Wei Xiaowei pointed the hammer at the other party in front of everyone, and said arrogantly: "Now, you can continue to attack." ”

Yu Sheng in the audience suddenly smiled when he heard this, he knew that Wei Xiaowei should have figured out the other party's path, so it seemed that this battle had been won.

"Then it will be offended again. The purple-clothed little six palms were facing down, and a suction force appeared, and holding the saber was a spinning sword.

In the face of this equally swift sword style, Wei Xiaowei's face was full of pride, and he didn't dodge, just stood in place, and the people who had just gathered around him were confused.