After confirming that Lu Qiming would rescue Gu Zhiyang when he was in danger, Lu Ziqi's mood relaxed, and he listened attentively to his brother explain the key points of their battle to her, and gradually admired Gu Zhiyang even more, and was secretly ashamed in his heart.

Then she saw a thin male waiter walking towards her with a plate. On weekdays, she may not pay much attention to him at all, but today because of Gu Zhiyang's matter, her heart is extremely soft. She looked at the male waiter's wide clothes and sparkling eyes, and her heart was a little sour. She took the initiative to move behind and smiled gently at him so that he could pass.

The smirk on Xia Wu's face froze--why is this plot not right? He hesitated for a moment in his heart, but when he thought of Gu Zhiyang on the field, and thought of more people in his family, he gritted his teeth and secretly scolded himself for not being productive, isn't it just a fluttering smile?

He continued to carry the plate and struggled through the aisle full of the audience's legs, and walked towards Lu Ziqi and the others.

Lu Ziqi couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and said secretly in his heart: "Although this person is a little darker, he looks quite good." Then the next moment, she looked at him in astonishment, as if he had tripped over someone, and then the whole person poured himself with the plate!

Lu Ziqi wanted to hide, but the two of them were already very close, and she had deliberately shrunk into the chair before, and there was no way to hide - she could only watch the male waiter crash into her, and the wine on the plate poured down.

"You!" Lu Ziqi looked at the wet skirt, his face turned red with anger, and he was about to have a seizure almost immediately.

Xia Wu also seemed to be frightened, and sat there motionless. Then he reacted, and hurriedly wiped the stains on Lu Ziqi's skirt with his sleeve, and said vigorously: "I'm sorry!

Lu Ziqi watched his movements, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he was even more angry in his heart, and reprimanded: "You, what are you doing! Let go!" She subconsciously wanted to kick this disciple away, but she was afraid that she would hurt him, so she finally held back.

Lu Qiming looked at the messy scene, frowned slightly, and reprimanded: "Stand down." ”

Immediately, Xia Wu felt a harmless but tough force coming, causing him to leave Lu Ziqi's side uncontrollably. Xia Wu was slightly shocked in his heart, knowing that the other party's cultivation was much higher than his own, and said secretly: "I don't know who he is from the Lu family...... It can't be the one......" Thinking of this, he was more careful to suppress the internal force and not leak the slightest flaw.

Lu Ziqi didn't have time to care about Xia Wu at all, and said with a slight cry: "Brother, what now?" She now hates that hateful male waiter - it's good now, the clothes have become like this, and she will definitely go home!

Lu Qiming knew what she was thinking when he saw her expression, patted her head funny, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry." While speaking, he patted the side of Lu Ziqi's skirt with one hand, only to see a mist stir up in the air, the mist dissipated, and Lu Ziqi's clothes had returned to neatness and dryness again, as if he had never been splashed with tea soup at all!

Xia Wu was dumbfounded from the sidelines—he was also a martial cultivator, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to do this, and his control of strength was simply at its peak! He sweated slightly on his forehead, realizing that this was most likely the legendary "Lu Qiming"—his actions were too reckless!

Lu Ziqi was also so surprised that his mouth opened slightly, and then he smiled, pulled Lu Qiming's arm and said coquettishly: "Brother is the best!"

At this time, the steward of the arena had already rushed over, and at a glance he understood what was happening, and while apologizing to Lu Qiming and the others, he reprimanded Xia Wudao: "How did you do it! Why are you so careless?"

Xia Wu kept his head down and muttered "I'm sorry", but the steward couldn't see his appearance, and he didn't notice anything wrong for a while.

Lu Ziqi was in a good mood at the moment, waved his little hand, and said, "Forget it, Miss Ben won't pursue it today, you can go!"

Without waiting for the steward to speak, Xia Wu got up from the ground with a thousand thanks, and in the blink of an eye, he moved away from the position of Lu Qiming and the others, patted his chest with palpitations, and muttered: "It's lucky, I didn't find out...... Phew, bah, bah, it was bad luck to die, and I actually bumped into one of the strongest!but—" He threw the brocade bag in his hand, estimated the weight inside, and smiled crookedly: "It's worth the risk!"

He glanced back at Gu Zhiyang's figure in the center of the arena, and said to himself: "I was going to wait for Brother Yang to go back together, now let's hurry up......

......

In the eighth game, as Lu Qiming judged, although Gu Zhiyang's strength was insufficient, his skills were far superior, and he won this one without danger, attracting a wave of applause from the audience.

Lu Qiming thought back to Gu Zhiyang's last move before, and nodded secretly-there was already some taste of "sword intent" in it, if it went well, most of the time, in the last two games, Gu Zhiyang would be able to realize his own "sword intent".

But...... Lu Qiming estimated his state and frowned slightly-it was still a little difficult to survive to the end. And when Lu Qiming saw his opponent in the ninth game, his eyebrows stretched again.

Walking on the stage was a yellow-faced man with a sad face, dressed as a scholar, although it was not a brocade dress, but it was also seen that he was definitely not a slave. He was on the thin side, but some cultivators could feel that the aura of this yellow-faced man was obviously stronger than the previous ones. The audience gradually began to discuss, and they were all speculating whether Gu Zhiyang could pass this scene.

Lu Ziqi was still a little nervous, but when she saw Lu Qiming's expression, she knew that there was nothing to do, she touched Lu Qiming's arm curiously, and asked, "Brother, how can you see that Gu Zhiyang can win this game?"

"The person who came up on this field is a typical martial cultivator who has no cultivation but no realm. Lu Qiming explained, "Looking at his face and breath, this person was forcibly promoted from a new martial artist to the fifth order by taking the Qinghong Elixir, and his realm is far lower than Gu Zhiyang's. ”

"Blue and red elixir, no wonder. Lu Ziqi pursed his lips disdainfully. Qinghong medicine is a common name, because the finished product is half green and half red, so everyone calls it so. Qinghong Elixir, among the elixirs that improve the cultivation of martial artists, belongs to the worst category, and the sequelae after taking it are too great - not only is there no possibility of advancement, but it will also seriously damage the body's functions. However, except for people who are very familiar with the pharmacology of pharmaceuticals, the general audience will not be able to discover the mysteries.

After a while, Lu Ziqi came to his senses and said: "I understand, this is the means of the arena, right?

Lu Qiming nodded approvingly and said with a smile: "Not bad, smart." ”

"However, aren't you afraid that someone will break the arena and ruin your reputation?" Lu Ziqi frowned.

"Generally speaking," Lu Qiming chuckled, "people who like to stir up trouble don't have this kind of eyesight, and those who have eye disdain to break it." ”

But the two didn't expect that as soon as Lu Qiming's words fell, an arrogant sneer sounded in the arena: "Young Master Ben spent time watching your so-called 'cross-level battle', and you just showed me this kind of goods?"

This sound was mixed with internal force, echoing in the huge arena, so that everyone could hear it clearly, and everyone looked up to find the source of the sound.

Lu Ziqi was stunned, then burst into laughter and looked at Lu Qiming. Lu Qiming shook his head and smiled, he didn't expect there to be such a person. He also glanced up at one of the boxes on the top floor of the arena, and he didn't know which ignorant young master this was.

When the people in the arena saw that it was the VIP in the box who was stirring up trouble, they suddenly had two big heads - the big and small ancestors who were sitting there were not easy to mess with!

Soon, an old man in brown brocade rushed over in three steps and two steps, ascended to the field in the center of the arena and bowed his hands to the four directions, and the yellow-faced man who signed a guarantee to declare that he was definitely a genuine martial artist of the fifth order.

But the young man in the box interrupted him unceremoniously, and sneered again and again: "Don't be ashamed of your face, do you have to call the young master to say it clearly?

As soon as he said this, there was an uproar below, and the voices of doubt and echo gradually rose.

And before the arrogant young man's words were finished, he only heard him continue: "What kind of 'genius swordsman', ridiculous! It was all blown out by you, right?" He paused, and then sneered: "Oh! Young Master Ben remembered, isn't this Lu Cheng? Doesn't people with the surname Lu like to play some 'genius legend'?"

When Lu Qiming heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but wonder, and he had already guessed the identity of the person who spoke.

Lu Ziqi was originally holding his arms and watching the excitement leisurely, but he didn't expect that the more he said this, the more wrong it became, and it even went around their Lu family's head! Her face turned cold, and she squinted and said, "This little kid is really impatient!" He was clearly secretly ridiculing Lu Qiming!

Lu Qiming was not angry, and smiled leisurely at Lu Ziqi: "I guess, most of the people from the Chen family have arrived." ”

"Who is the Chen family?" Lu Ziqi was slightly stunned, and then remembered one thing, so he couldn't help but laugh too, and asked with a somewhat strange expression: "The person from the Chen family who came this time should not be Chen's wife, right?"

Lu Qiming smiled and nodded.

"Really...... This is really enough......" Lu Ziqi sighed incessantly, and when he looked at the box again, his eyes had changed from anger to sympathy.

Chen Xiao is the young master of another martial arts family. But what makes him special is that he was born on the same day, the same year, the same month and the same day as Lu Qiming!

If he is a concubine, it will be fine, no one will pay attention. But the identities of the two are also similar, which is very rare in the same level of family. In this way, it is impossible to avoid the comparison of the two by others. However, who can compare to Lu Qiming?

No one wants to compare Lu Qiming's cultivation talent with Lu Qiming. There is a saying: "Dead friends do not die poor" - the young people of the major families unanimously decided to introduce a person to block this embarrassing matter. As for the candidate - Chen Xiao, you were born on the same day as Lu Qiming, can you hide?

With the joint efforts of everyone, when Lu Qiming is mentioned, people will only compare Chen Xiao, and the people of the Lianchen family can't help but think of the word "shame" in their hearts when they see Chen Qiming. In such an environment, I heard that Chen Xiao lived in a simple place and practiced penance all day long. Although Chen Xiao is "famous", there are few people who have seen him - if he can choose, I am afraid that he would never see Lu Qiming for the rest of his life.

Lu Ziqi thought about all kinds of rumors about Chen Xiao, laughed and fell, and sighed: "Poor boy, he must have been forced over by his father!"

......

This matter is only thunder and rain. The people in the arena went to Chen Xiao in time to pay some benefits, and Chen Xiao didn't hold on tightly, and answered a few words without being soft or hard, and this little episode was revealed.

Although Chen Xiao is not a good-tempered person, he doesn't plan to really come to a "big fight" to show people in vain. He just held his breath in his heart and found a random place to send it.

However, with the trouble of Chen Xiao, the yellow-faced man who was the ninth on the field completely lost the mind of pretending to be a strong man, and only thought about losing quickly and leaving early. So the ninth game was divided with an astonishing speed. Although the audience is dissatisfied, the people who dare to stir up trouble in the arena are a minority after all, and most people complain a few words below. The tenth game is not too easy, right?

And when the tenth person came to the stage, the audience couldn't help but be in an uproar - it was him? Isn't this not easy, this is simply no possibility of winning!

The person on the scene this time was a young man in cloth with an indifferent face, he was carrying a dark iron rod on his back, and he seemed to know that the weight was not light, but it was somewhat similar to Gu Zhiyang's bladeless heavy sword. He walked slowly, the aura around him gradually rose, and when he stood opposite Gu Zhiyang, there was only one line between his cultivation and the sixth order of the martial artist.

Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows slightly-it is indeed not weak, Gu Zhiyang wants to win, I am afraid it will be suspended. He glanced at the box where Tatsu was - this was the result of their negotiation?

Lu Ziqi looked confused, is this person very famous? She turned her head and asked, "Brother, who is this person?"

"Didn't pay attention. Lu Qiming shook his head.

"This brother, you haven't been to the arena in the past two months, have you?" Hearing the conversation between the two, the brocade-clothed young man sitting next to Lu Qiming rubbed his hands and interjected. He was close, and Lu Qiming and Lu Ziqi did not deliberately avoid outsiders when they spoke, so he had already realized that the two of them were from extraordinary backgrounds, and he had already made friends in his heart, and when he saw that there was an opportunity to interject, he immediately came over.

Although the young man in brocade clothes was wearing black clothes, he still couldn't hide the fact that he was very fat. His white and fat hands arched slightly, and he smiled: "In Xia Yao Chengxiang, I have seen a few of his fights in the past two months. ”

The face of the young man in brocade is very large, but his facial features are very small, and when he smiles, his eyes are narrowed and his mouth is pursed, and his facial features are almost invisible - the whole person is like a huge round steamed bun. Lu Ziqi wanted to laugh very much, and when he heard his name, he couldn't help laughing out loud. She couldn't care about being polite, her eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Prime Minister Yao?"

Yao Chengxiang had a bitter face, and read very smoothly: "The successful 'Cheng', the meteorological 'elephant'......" As soon as he heard it, he knew that he didn't know how many times he had explained it to others.

Lu Qiming, although he knew that Yao Chengxiang was deliberately befriending, he didn't have any ill feelings towards him, so he followed his words and asked: "Young Master Yao, then do you know who this person is?" As soon as the words came out, Lu Qiming also wanted to laugh in his heart, and always felt that it was a little strange to call him "Childe".

Yao Chengxiang didn't feel anything awkward, seeing that Lu Qiming and the others did not reject being close to him, he couldn't help but be excited - the task given to him by his father was to open the family's shop into the Dasheng Dynasty, and he had been in Lucheng for more than two months, and he had not found a suitable breakthrough. And now his instincts tell him that the opportunity is here!

Thinking of this, Yao Chengxiang straightened his face and said with emotion: "This person's name is Liu Yi, he just joined the Jingu Arena more than a month ago, and he quickly received attention. Because of his age-" Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Lu Qiming with blank eyes, waiting for him to answer, but Lu Qiming only looked at him with a smile......

Yao Chengxiang blinked, but he was not embarrassed, and naturally raised his hands and gestured: "Twenty-nine-just enough to enter the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Academy! Of course, this is not the only reason," Yao Chengxiang continued very consciously this time, "Liu Yi is a person who is very capable of fighting, and when he is in full state, he can cross the level almost every time......! Hanging!"

"It's terrible...... Lu Ziqi looked at the domineering Liu Yi in the field, looked worried, frowned, and said: "This Jingu arena is also spineless, and it will be embarrassing for you if you are scolded by Chen!

Lu Qiming looked at the two people in the arena from afar, and said lightly: "As long as you have ten fights, the desired effect of the arena has been achieved." Even if he loses in the last game, it will only be Gu Zhiyang's own loss, and there will be no harm to the arena. ”

Lu Ziqi scolded indignantly: "Embarrassed and traitorous! Being pulled back by his own people, Gu Zhiyang is really wronged!"

"Not necessarily. Lu Qiming looked at Gu Zhiyang's expression and smiled: "Look at it." There should be a turnaround. ”

......

Gu Zhiyang also felt the strength of his opponent, but he didn't even lift his eyelids - the time for a cup of tea had not yet arrived, and the only thing he needed to do now was to meditate and rest.

Gu Zhiyang knew very well that his physical strength was almost overdrawn, and the muscles in his body were trembling slightly uncontrollably, but his heart was beating violently - not only because of tiredness, but also because there was something mysterious and mysterious in his heart that was constantly churning and clear. He knew—it was his "sword intent"—and it was almost there!

His gaze was astonishingly sharp with extreme urgency, like an arrow ready to be fired, and at this moment, what a fight, what a ten-game battle, what a win or lose, everything was left behind him—battle! All he needed was battle!

However, his mind was clearer than ever, and he clearly knew that if anyone thought that he had lost his combat power, it would be a big mistake - he was the strongest at this moment!

A cup of tea time passed quickly.

Gu Zhiyang slowly breathed a sigh of relief, raised the heavy sword with his backhand, and in countless exclamations, he went from extremely quiet to extremely moving in an instant, and the black whirlwind attacked Liu Yi like a black whirlwind - where is there any ridiculous humility and concession in the arena?

Liu Yi's pupils contracted slightly—how could it be? How could he still exert such speed? However, it was only enough to surprise him slightly—Liu Yi's expression did not move, and he pulled out the iron rod with a heavy weight, as if he was slowly and quickly meeting Gu Zhiyang's heavy sword.

Sparks flew everywhere - the audience in the front row was startled by the piercing and sharp sound of gold and iron rubbing, and before they could slow down, there was another burst of panic - only to see Gu Zhiyang's heavy sword was hit by the powerful force of the iron rod, and it was wiped away against Gu Zhiyang's neck!

Gu Zhiyang looked indifferently at the sword blade that was wrapped in the wind, and his eyes were as calm as ice. He leaned on one side, counted quickly on the ground with both feet, and in an instant, the whole person seemed to be one with the sword, and attacked Liu Yi again in a sharp arc!

Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but slap his hands and praise: "Okay!" Not to mention the sword intent, Gu Zhiyang's sword momentum has obviously become small! Not only that, he vaguely saw a trace of cloud and inch step shadow from Gu Zhiyang's steps, although the use is still shallow, but the speed is very obvious from before.

The smile on Liu Yi's face stiffened—how did he do it?!Just this sluggish effort, Gu Zhiyang's sword had already reached Liu Yi's eyes—he hurriedly changed the direction of the iron rod and barely blocked Gu Zhiyang's attack.

However, Gu Zhiyang's sword came from top to bottom, but the power in it was not so easy to unload - Liu Yi's chest breath stagnated, and he couldn't help but take five steps back, and the door of his upper body was wide open.

Lu Qiming looked at all this clearly, he smiled slightly, and said softly: "Good opportunity." He tilted his head slightly and said to Lu Ziqi: "Look carefully at his response." ”

As he spoke, Gu Zhiyang had already approached Liu Yi's body, and with a deep sigh of relief, his sword-wielding hand almost shook into a phantom, bringing a storm-like offensive.

"Take advantage of the victory and never give the opponent a chance to react. Lu Qiming couldn't help nodding and explained to Lu Ziqi on the side: "Look at the trajectory of Gu Zhi's sword, attack the empty door that the opponent can't take into account with the fastest speed and the shortest distance, and force him to always deal passively." You are also suitable for agile combat, so you must pay attention to the practice of reflexes. ”

Lu Ziqi struggled to distinguish the movements of the two people in the field, and kept nodding.

Lu Qiming looked at Gu Zhiyang's faster and faster sword shadow, and said, "Gu Zhiyang has gone through countless battles, you pay attention, most of his moves are subconscious, his body reacts faster than thinking, and fighting has almost become instinctive." After a pause, he sighed again: "In this regard, I am not as good as him." ”

Hearing this, Lu Ziqi's eyes couldn't help but widen in shock—how could it be? In her heart, Lu Qiming was the strongest in every aspect, and no one could compare to him.

Seeing her expression, Lu Qiming smiled faintly, he looked at Gu Zhiyang's figure in the field, and said calmly: "It's not strange. This ability has nothing to do with talent, and combat experience is really what I lack. ”

As he was speaking, he suddenly frowned slightly, stared at Gu Zhiyang's sword for two seconds, and sighed, "Not enough." ”

At the same time, Gu Zhiyang also shouted in his heart: "It's not enough!"

He had already raised his speed to the extreme, and even exceeded it, but he was still a millimeter short of being able to break that sword intent, but he really couldn't be faster.

Liu Yi made a careless move before, and Gu Zhiyang took the lead, and after that, these dozens of moves have been suppressed by Gu Zhiyang, who is one order lower than him. Listening to the cheers and boos in the audience, the shame in his heart had reached the extreme. However, Liu Yi tried his best to stay calm - he knew that Gu Zhiyang's speed would not be able to last long.

The next moment, Liu Yi's eyes lit up, and the iron rod in his hand broke through the blockade of the sword shadow from a tricky angle, and stabbed straight at Gu Zhiyang!

Gu Zhiyang naturally noticed that something was wrong earlier than the audience who screamed, but the overdraft of his physical strength made his body gradually stop calling-the sequelae of the desperate acceleration had begun to be revealed! Gu Zhiyang retreated with his best efforts, and Liu Yi's iron rod still swept his right rib - he snorted, and a line of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Yi smiled coldly, feng shui took turns - now it's up to him to attack!

In the stands, Lu Ziqi nervously grabbed Lu Qiming's sleeves, she held her breath and watched Gu Zhiyang retreat under Liu Yi's attack, she couldn't help but scream again and again, and said vigorously: "What should I do?"

Lu Qiming carefully looked at the traces of Gu Zhiyang's heavy sword in the air, and then felt the ups and downs of his breath, and sighed lightly: "The winner will be determined in half a cup of tea." ”

"Who wins, who loses?" Lu Ziqi and Yao Chengxiang on the left and right asked in unison.

Lu Qiming's expression was slightly solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "There is only a glimmer of hope." "I wonder if he can do it before his strength is completely exhausted......

Lu Ziqi sighed, and the melancholy on his face became even stronger.

......

Gu Zhiyang gasped for breath, and the strength in his hand became weaker and weaker. However, Liu Yi, who was growing proudly in his heart, did not notice that the trajectory of the heavy sword became more and more rounded and free, and every swing and collection carried a certain indescribable beauty.

Under the extreme exhaustion and high mental tension, Gu Zhiyang's vision was a little blurred. However, as he gritted his teeth and swung his sword again and again, his heart regained its calmness, and even the noise in his ears gradually became inaudible, and he suddenly felt as if he had returned to the afternoon when he practiced his sword for the first time when he was young, and the purest hope and love of that time resurfaced in his heart.

He continued to swing the heavy sword, slashing, stabbing, slashing, slashing, and blocking, from jerky to round, as if reproducing the entire process of practicing swords in the past few years. He had forgotten that he was in the arena, forgot the opponent in front of him, and only thought that he was still the child who was obsessed with practicing swords day and night, and his heart was inexplicably moved.

Time flies, and the scene in Gu Zhiyang's heart once again came to the day when he competed with Lu Qiming, and he suddenly saw Lu Qiming's knife again in his eyes - that sword-like knife - all the forgotten details and body odors came to his heart at this moment!

That's it!

Gu Zhiyang felt that a huge door between heaven and earth suddenly opened, and everything that could not be seen clearly and incomprehensibly appeared in front of his eyes clearly-indescribable satisfaction made his eyes moist for a moment, and his pale face turned red—and the next moment, he slashed out the sword.

......

The noise in the auditorium suddenly disappeared - everyone saw the sword light that bloomed brilliantly in the air. The arena was crowded, stuffy, and turbid, which made that sword light the most beautiful existence in everyone's eyes, making them all take it for a while, and they couldn't speak for a long time.

Lu Qiming smiled and looked at the black-clothed young man who was struggling to stand with his sword in the center of the arena, and stood up to applaud.

Only then did the crowd gradually come to their senses. Like a chain reaction, countless applause gradually surged from all directions of the arena, quickly converging into a huge torrent that soared into the sky, and even the ground trembled slightly with people's enthusiasm.

People stood up one after another to salute, and the cheers came and went, for a long time-

"Ten wins in a row!"

"Gu Zhiyang!"