The people below were already quietly on the side, surrounding the middle of Nuoda, as if there was a posture to fight, only to see that someone brought a cloth covered object to the great tutor and put it in front of him, the great tutor did not rush to lift it, but called his most proud disciple behind him, and whispered something in her ear, and then Song Weiwei's face was a little solemn, nodded to the great tutor, and walked to the middle of the ring.

I don't know if it's for the occasion, the breeze blew and lifted the men's robe on Song Weiwei's body, Song Weiwei used a piece of fine brocade cloth on his head to wrap his hair together, even so, but there were still some strands of hair scattered down, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, looking at it was a handsome young man, holding a long sword in his hand, and the gems inlaid on it were all made of the Warrior Ninth Order Warcraft Demon Core, just looking at this sword is extraordinary, not to mention the strength of this person.

Seeing this, some of the children of the surrounding official families retreated a little.

Song's slightly narrow eyes swept the people around him, his lips opened lightly, and he said, "Has anyone ever wanted to come?" As long as I pass my three moves, you can enroll, and I am fighting empty-handed. ”

As soon as these words fell, the people around them were not as low as before, and now they were all a little eager to try, Yunluo saw this, and said softly: "It's good." ”

"Does Luo'er mean that this person is good or this rule is better?" Unexpectedly, Yunluo just spoke casually, and Jun Wuchen's voice came one after another, I don't know if Yunluo heard it wrong, I always feel that there is a strong resentment in it.

Yunluo smiled and said, "Naturally, it's both!"

"Then what if it's lonely?, what does Luo'er think?" Jun Wuchen stretched out his hand and hooked Yunluo's chin, Yunluo raised his eyes, looked at Jun Wuchen for a while, and under Jun Wuchen's expectant face, Yunluo came to a faint sentence: "You...... I don't understand!"

After speaking, Yunluo slapped Jun Wuchen's hand, turned around and continued to look at the scene below, and strangely, Jun Wuchen suddenly quieted down and did not speak.

In the ring, Song Weiwei and a man about seventeen years old were fighting fiercely, the young man made the knife open and close, and the sound of the golden blade splitting the wind was vigorous. Song Weiwei was bare-handed, flickering and moving without the slightest decline, and he was comfortable in the sword light and sword shadow. The young man couldn't fight for a long time and became impatient, and his sword skills gradually lost his subtlety, but his strength was getting bigger and bigger. Martial arts people are most taboo breath disorder, Song Weiwei understands these truths, seeing that the other party has a heavy knife split, she does not retreat but enters the next step in front of the other party, so that the knife boy knows that the trick has fallen, so he has to abandon the knife and retreat, the armpit is still an elbow from the opponent, and he is thrown out of the way, this is the victory of the people on the stage.

I have also gone up a few times, but they have never had the good qualifications of the first teenager, and they all fell at the feet of Song Weiwei, all of them have not been within the three moves, Song frowned slightly, are these all wine bags and rice bags.

The emperor laughed on the stage, turned his head to the great tutor and said, "Shocking Feather Academy, it is really full of talents, not bad..." As he spoke, he clapped his hands twice.

The Great Mentor also had a smile on his face, and replied in his mouth, "Your Majesty, it's a false compliment."

The official on the left saw the wind and complimented him, and the Grand Instructor smiled and nodded, but did not speak.

A smile rippled at the corner of Yunluo's mouth, and he saw Song Weiwei say in a loud voice: "I want to fight with the princess regent." ”

As soon as Song Weiwei's voice fell, the people around him were even more discussed, especially Guo Jingwen in the crowd, who immediately had a smile on her face, thinking in her heart: Yunluo, you see that God is helping me, you just wait to make a fool of yourself!

Yunluo ignored the surrounding discussions and dealt with them indifferently.

Jun Wuchen looked at Yunluo's appearance, and suddenly became amused, do you want to go down?"

Yunluo nodded, Jun Wuchen was about to take Yunluo down, but Yunluo jumped directly, just like a fairy descending to earth, fluttering in the air to lift the corners of her skirt, and before everyone could react, it had already fallen on the ring in the blink of an eye.

When Jun Wuchen saw Yunluo's move, the playfulness at the corner of his mouth became even heavier.

The people around were all frightened by Yunluo's move, after all, Yunluo's reputation for waste wood is well known, but now Yunluo has made such a big move, which makes the people around him look at him differently. Yunluo didn't think so, and the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up and the people around her heard her voice: "I, Yunluo, fight." ”

If someone understands Yunluo's eyes at this moment, they must be able to see a little excitement in the promised eyes. Song Weiwei looked at Yunluo, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "Song Weiwei, it's a great honor." ”

After that, it took about a few tens of seconds for the two of them to make eye contact, and in the eyes of some people, Yunluo had long been frightened stupid by the height of the sky. Those people have Song Weiwei's subordinates and a few people pointing and saying, which is nothing more than saying that Yunluo will die very miserably if he is bold and will die very miserably in a while, but no one dares to say it loudly, after all, Yunluo's identity is now there, even if he doesn't give her a few thin faces, he also has to give the regent a few thin faces to the royal family.

Yunluo looked at Song Weiwei, and was inexplicably a little excited in his heart, I haven't seen him for so long, I don't know how much the other party's strength has risen, and I don't know how much more tacit understanding can there be in modern times?

Song Weiwei also looked at Yunluo, and the thoughts in his heart were the same as Yunluo.

Just when everyone thought that they would keep watching like this, Song Weiwei made a move, Yunluo also made a move, the movements of the two people were almost sent out at the same time, and then in the blink of an eye, Yunluo had already fought with Song Weiwei, and the two of them were almost fighting, but even the warriors couldn't see the moves they used, which seemed to be some ordinary moves, but the moves were fatal, of course, only those who knew how to fight could know. The rest just thought they were performing.

It was also at this time that an untimely voice came out, snarky and mean, not knowing whether to live or die: "Could it be that this Song Weiwei has taken a fancy to the beauty of the princess regent?

Just as he spit out these words, Jun Wuchen, who had been looking good on it, had a dark face at the moment, and his cold eyes were about to pierce the man's back. Jun Wuchen's strength is unfathomable, and these words naturally can't escape his eyes.

When fighting, the most taboo thing is distraction, so no matter what sound she hears now, Yunluo will not be distracted, and Yunluo's strength is forced by herself to be in the fifth rank of the fighter, which is not surprising to outsiders. Sometimes the two leaped, sometimes kicked, sometimes punched, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, and some couldn't help but shout: "Princess!

The people around him concluded that Yunluo was a martial artist.

"Whew-"

The arms of the two people were intertwined, and in the end they achieved a dead hole, which could not be separated no matter what. Just when everyone was playfully watching what they should do next, Song Wei spoke: "Thank you!"

Yunluo withdrew his arm, arched his hand and smiled at Song Wei and said, "Thank you." ”