Under the scorching sun, the hot wind was slightly drunk, and the wide martial arts arena seemed a little empty, only a young man in a brocade robe stood proudly in the middle, with a sword tied around his waist, his face sinking like water, waiting for the new opponent to fall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The silver scabbard is inlaid with a purple dragon pattern, and the sunlight falling on it reflects a lilac light, which looks gorgeous and unusual.

There are generally two ways for practitioners to carry a sword, one is to tie it around the waist with other playthings, which looks elegant and noble, and at this time the sword has become a kind of gentleman's ornament, and its function as a weapon is not too prominent. The other way is to carry it on your back, so that when you draw your sword, your momentum is more powerful, and you are more like a true kendo practitioner.

Xu Feng's sword was tied to his waist at the beginning, and after the life-and-death battle with Ma Qianli, he changed the sword to a negative sword. The sect was sinister and had to be dealt with carefully, and since then he has never tied his sword around his waist calmly and elegantly.

Chen Xu obviously did not have this kind of consciousness, and as the grandson of the Chen family, few people in the world dared to threaten his life. At this time, he was calmly watching the direction of the casting door, occasionally looking up and squinting at the blazing sun in the sky, as if he was bored waiting for a passing scene.

Cast doors are hotly debated. The disciples who had originally arranged to appear appreciated Chen Xu's strong background, their faces were timid, and they didn't want to play, and the door master couldn't make a decision for a while.

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The day before the battle of Yanwu, the house of Wei Xiao, the elder brother of Xiuwumen.

Chen Xu handed a stack of silver tickets to the senior brother and asked, "Is it enough?"

Wei Xiao stroked the silver ticket in his hand and smiled slightly, and said, "Enough, enough, but ...... , dealing with rough people, taking these tickets is a little lighter after all. Senior Brother glanced at the closed door, walked to Chen Xu's side and explained in detail.

Outside the north gate of the Burning Star Tower, there are barren mountains and bald mountains, just a few dwarf mountain pines growing on the side of the red wall of the sect, the hot sun is like a hot weather, in addition to the mountain rocks and hot wind, you can't see a living thing, only the red high wall, covering the mottled shadow of the dwarf mountain pine.

A middle-aged man who looks like a steward holds a folding fan in his right hand and a square plate covered with red silk cloth in his left hand, standing quietly under the wall. On the right side of the body, near the rock, there was a stone table-sized thing, also covered with red silk cloth, tight from top to bottom, and I didn't know what was underneath.

The mountain breeze was blowing, and the middle-aged man was content, as if he was patiently waiting for someone.

After a while, a sturdy man ran down the hill panting, walked to the middle-aged steward and stood still, looking around suspiciously. He looked at the tray in the middle-aged steward's hand with a blank face, licked his dry lips, and said, "I took the time to run out, only a quarter of an hour, don't repeat the nonsense." How much are you willing to give!?"

After listening to the words of the sturdy man, the middle-aged steward did not reply, like a businessman selling jelly beans to children, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. With a slight lift of the folding fan in his hand, the red silk covered on the tray was like withered petals, and disappeared in the mountain wind, and dozens of large silver ingots of full color appeared in the tray.

The sturdy man quietly looked at the silver ingots on the plate.

From the moment he was found by the informant, Li Bin had already agreed in his heart. I just kept thinking about how much price was appropriate? 5,000 taels, 8,000 taels, or simply 10,000 taels! The casting door was a hard life, there was no oil and water, and the days without silver in my hands were really difficult.

Li Bin's eyes were firmly fixed on the tray, and he counted silently in his heart: one, two, three...... Sixteen. Sixteen silver ingots of one hundred taels were a total of one thousand six hundred taels.

With a number in his heart, a trace of mockery rose slightly on Li Bin's face, and he said, "You are sending ...... away"

Before the words "asking for food" were spoken, Li Bin suddenly felt a burst of dazzling eyes. The half-zhang long red silk in front was lifted, and under the red silk was a trolley, and the trolley was full of shiny silver bills!

The middle-aged steward elegantly pointed with a folding fan and said earnestly: "Convenient flowers!"

The sturdy Li Bin was stunned like a demon, and he stood on the spot all of a sudden.

Li Bin's hometown is in the north of the dynasty, and before he entered the sect, his family was poor and made a living selling jujubes. It is this kind of wheelbarrow, which is full of red jujubes, pushing it over the mountains and mountains, and going to the countryside and households.

But he never dreamed that this familiar wheelbarrow could be used to hold silver, a cart full of silver!

A silver ingot is about twenty taels, which belongs to a small ingot, and a cart of silver ingots shines in the sun, emitting a brilliant and dazzling light, and the person who looks at it is dizzy.

After being stunned for a long time, Li Bin came to his senses, and hurriedly picked up the red silk on the ground and covered the trolley again, as if the cart was not filled with silver, but a poisonous snake, and if he looked at it more, he would be bitten.

After covering the silver, Li Bin swallowed and spit, stepped forward, and stumbled and said, "You...... What do you say, I'm ...... I'll just do it. ”

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The disciples of the Forge Gate appeared, not flying into the room, but as if walking on the frozen lake, cautiously. It seems that Chen Xu is on guard at any time to drag out another peerless magic weapon, as disciples of the Casting Sect, they know the power of the magic weapon best.

Li Bin walked up to Chen Xu, hugged his fist at Chen Xu, and stood quietly in place, motionless.

Originally, the selection of disciples from the Casting Sect had been delayed for a long time, and the two people standing opposite each other on the martial arts arena seemed to be asleep, both of them motionless.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the onlookers began to wonder and pointed at the audience. The black-clothed Taoist who presided over the martial arts performance on the high platform in the south was also a little impatient.

Just when everyone was ready to urge, a historic scene occurred on the martial arts arena that was enough to be recorded in the history of the Burning Star Tower's martial arts performance.

Li Bin suddenly knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Li Bin of the Casting Gate is willing to admit defeat and worship under the Xiuwu Sect from now on!!"

The clear voice spread throughout the audience, and everyone looked at the two people on the field in disbelief as if they still couldn't believe their ears.

The audience was silent. It was difficult for everyone to accept this scene for a while.

Since the Burning Star Tower established the rules for martial arts, no matter whether it wins or loses, which side does not try its best to perform stunts and win for the glory of the family. This is good, not only admitting defeat, but also throwing himself into the other party's door, not to mention history, even in the future, I am afraid that such a thing will not happen, it is unprecedented.

The three hosts on the rocks in the south did not expect such a situation, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while, and they nodded slightly after exchanging glances. In the end, the old man in black announced: "Admitting defeat is valid! The matter of changing to another door will be discussed separately!"

This kind of result is too miserable to lose. Even the disciples of the Martial Arts Sect were embarrassed to get up and applaud and cheer. Still under the leadership of Xu Feng, there was a sparse applause.

The disciples of the Divine Transformation Sect on the other side had a look of disdain on their faces, but Zhao Xiaohong was expressionless, still sitting in front of him.

The owner of the caster door was extremely angry, and slashed his palm on the mountain stone next to him, and the stone chips flew and collapsed, overflowing with energy.

Li Bin in the focus stood upright, under the gaze of countless eyes, as if no one was around, Shi Shiran walked in the direction of the Xiuwu Gate, until he walked to the senior brother sitting in the front row, and stood with his hands down.

First the magic weapon was captured, and then the disciple was shocked, and now he openly admits defeat and betrayal, and it is more than a fart, the master of the caster gate can no longer sit upright, and directly withdraws, giving up the following competition - I can't afford to lose this person.

Several henchmen and disciples followed the sect master and left, and the remaining disciples glared angrily in the direction of the Xiuwu Sect, and the eyes of the fire-breathing were focused on Li Bin alone, Li Bin felt a strong pressure, and slowly unfolded the note handed over by the senior brother Wei Xiao.

-- Young man, hold your breath. When you put Yunmeng Erding in front of the door master, you will be the hero of the Forge Gate, not a sinner. Of course, the original Xiaoding was returned, and the Dading was just for you to enjoy for three days.

Li Bin had mixed feelings in his heart, and faintly felt that he was not a traitor, as if he was a great hero who endured humiliation, went deep behind enemy lines, and successfully retrieved the artifact of his own sect. The already strong body stood taller and straighter.

It's just that he hasn't noticed that there is a line on the reverse side of the note: Half of the silver!