Next, there were dozens of clansmen under the age of thirteen in a row, and the first and second orders of the Lingshi also chose to challenge Han Wei, but before they had time to perform, some were even kicked off the field by Han Wei before they could react.

Han Feng, who was sitting on the edge of the field, was not interested in this level of competition at all, so he simply closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the sunshine of the New Year. Han Xue and Han Yu, who were standing behind Han Feng, chatted non-stop, Han Xue wore a pale yellow skirt today, and her hair was simply tied with a purple ribbon and draped over her shoulders. The black eyes are as bright as the morning star, the moth eyebrows are lightly swept away, the nose is delicate and beautiful, the cheeks are smeared with a faint red, and the ruddy lips are gently pursed, which is touching. Although Fang is eleven years old, he already has the unique charm and charm of Cheng*zi. Coupled with the equally beautiful Han Yu next to him, it attracted everyone's attention very much.

At this time, the middle-aged man Han Ye shouted again in a loud voice: "There are no challengers for the clansmen under the age of thirteen in the field, if no one challenges again, the three on the field will be the top three in this year's New Year's Festival!"

Hearing Han Ye's shout, Han Feng finally opened his eyes slowly, turned his head and said softly to Han Xue, "Xue'er! It doesn't matter if you lose the challenge! the young master won't blame you!"

Han Xuewang glanced at it, and when she saw Han Feng's relieved smile, her nervous heart calmed down slightly, but then she didn't know what she thought, and a flush suddenly appeared on her face. And her shy appearance has attracted a lot of young people in the clan who are paying attention to her, and their hearts are beating faster, as if they are drunk.

"Xue'er, don't think about it, if you're really not afraid that your Young Master Feng will be snatched away by others, then don't go up. However, I can tell you! There are beautiful women in Canglang Academy, your Young Master Feng is so good, if you go to Canglang Academy, it will be like a fat sheep entering the hungry wolves, and you will definitely be eaten by the beauties in Canglang Academy. Xue'er! It is not easy for us women to meet someone we like in this life, you have to cherish it!" Han Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, and said meaningfully in a somewhat ridiculous way.

Han Feng, who was sitting in front, couldn't cry or laugh when he heard Han Yu's words.

"Miss, don't say it. I listen to you, I'll go on the field right away to make a challenge, but if I fail, please don't make fun of Xue'er from Miss and Young Master!" Han Xue lowered her head, a flush appeared on her face, and she said in a low voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Xue moved her lotus step lightly, lowered her head, blushed like a mature *, and walked towards the center of the field.

As soon as she arrived at the center of the room, Han Xue bowed deeply in the direction of the elder seat, made a bow, and said softly in a voice as shy and beautiful as a warbler's cry: "My name is Han Xue! ”

As soon as Han Xue's words fell, there was a deafening shout and whistle from the audience.

During the conversation, the two people on the field were already standing on one side.

"Are you ready?" said the middle-aged man's voice again.

Han Wei nodded slightly, and Han Xue glanced at Han Feng's location, her cheeks turned red, she lowered her head and straightened her clothes, and nodded.

"Oh, sister, what are you doing!"

Han Feng on the sidelines suddenly snorted coldly.

Han Yu suddenly clenched Qianqianyu's hand into a fist from behind, knocked Han Feng heavily on the back of the head, and said softly: "How do you kid usually teach Xue'er this girl, why didn't she learn any combat experience." ”

"Sister, you blame me, Xue'er has only been in my Han family for three months! Han Feng touched the back of his head helplessly and replied softly.

"Brother, are you saying that Xue'er only cultivated for three months and reached the ninth rank of the spirit disciple?" Han Yu asked with a very surprised expression.

Han Feng nodded innocently and replied softly, "Hmm!"

Han Yu, who was standing behind, couldn't help but gasp, glanced at Han Xue on the field, and was horrified in his heart like a turbulent wave, and muttered in his mouth: "Demon, brother, you have picked up a treasure!"

At this time, the middle-aged man shouted, "Now that both of you are ready, the competition has officially begun!"

Han Wei's whole person looked calm and confident, full of confidence and determined to win, while Han Xue, on the other hand, kept her face red and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Han Xue, if you can't, I suggest you go down to the scene, lest it be bad to be ugly for a while. Han Wei puffed up her chest, her towering chest and her slender willow waist looked extremely charming, and she said loudly.

When Han Xue heard Han Wei's words, she slowly raised her head, looked at Han Feng's position affectionately, and then replied softly: "Miss Han Wei, even if I am not your opponent, I still want to give it a try, and I will implore Miss Han Wei's subordinates to be merciful later!"

Han Wei seemed to be slightly irritated by Han Xue's words, pulled out the sword in his hand, and quickly stabbed at Han Xue.

Han Xue saw Han Wei's menacing sword, and hurriedly used ethereal footwork to dodge, and the two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant on the field.

The two of them are actually the same, fast as the wind, light as a flocculent, free and smart, erratic, beautiful in style, plus they are rare beautiful women, with a smile, it is simply wonderful and beautiful.

The audience suddenly became unusually quiet, and everyone watched such a wonderful and dazzling competition on the field intently, as if they were all enjoying the dance.

These dozens of moves were Han Wei's main attack, and Han Xue could only keep dodging with her ethereal footwork, and never pulled out the sword in her hand.

Han Wei was suddenly a little annoyed, and her sword momentum changed, and she used the soft water sword technique again.

As the name suggests, the soft water sword, the sword is like the water potential, once it is unleashed, it is like the surging river that is endless, and like the flooding of the Yellow River is out of control, Han Xue suddenly felt that he had become a small boat in the monstrous waves, and it was about to be turned over at any time.

At this time, Han Xue's expression suddenly became very serious, and she quickly pulled out the sword in her hand, staring intently at Han Wei's sword technique. Although she looked very embarrassed, Han Xue still used ethereal footwork to defuse Han Wei's fierce attacks one by one.

A moment later, Han Xue suddenly casually and quickly stabbed a sword at Han Wei's calf, Han Wei took a strange step back, but at this time, the sword momentum in his hand did not decrease.

Han Xue followed up again, slowly picking up the sword in her hand, Han Wei took a step back again, and the sword in her hand was quickly withdrawn, and the sword light in the sky disappeared instantly.

Han Xue didn't stop because of this, and once again used her ethereal footwork to keep up, and with a slight slash of Han Wei's left hand on the upper arm, Han Wei took a step back again.

Someone in the audience suddenly shouted loudly: "Isn't this Han Xue using a basic swordsmanship? Could it be that the family's basic swordsmanship is stronger than the advanced swordsmanship of the spirit level!"

Basic swordsmanship is mainly divided into nine characters: "splitting, chopping, collapsing, teasing, gridding, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, hanging, and pressing", these ten words are necessary for those who learn swords, but there are very few who can really use them as freely as Han Xue.

Han Feng and Han Yu on the sidelines watched this scene on the field and nodded in unison.

On the field, Han Xue still used these nine-word techniques unrelentingly, without any fancy moves, and simply and easily retreated Han Wei step by step.

After a while, Han Wei didn't know how many steps back, and finally her whole body was completely leaning on the sandalwood case in front of Ancestor Han Xiong, and she couldn't retreat anymore.

"Shhhh

Everyone in the audience looked at Han Wei in unison.

I saw that the clothes on Han Wei's abdomen and thighs on both sides had been cut by the sword, revealing white skin.

"I admit defeat!" Han Wei suddenly lost her complexion, her face became more and more pale, her face was full of incredulity, and she screamed loudly.

When the audience heard Han Wei's shout, the originally crowded and noisy venue gradually quieted down.

As the middle-aged man's excited voice spread throughout the audience, the excitement of this competition was far beyond his expectations!

"Han Xue wins!"

The audience suddenly thundered with joy, cheers, and shouted.