When the two returned to the Luna Hotel, it was already evening.

The reluctant sunset still lies in the western sky, sprinkling a golden patch on the door of the small hotel.

It was evident that business was as cold as ever, and Miss Lance leaned against the door, holding the glass of sake that seemed to never run out.

She saw Nangong and the others returning from a distance, with a smile on her face, and gently raised the wine glass in her hand, which was regarded as a greeting.

Nangong nodded, and then saw a young man with a long sword in his waist standing in front of the hotel. It can be seen from the black clothes on his body that he is a student of Xuanwu Academy in the north of the city.

He followed Miss Lance's line of sight, and saw Nangong and Liang Zi, who was eating snacks beside him.

"Nangong Shu, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" As soon as the man saw Nangong, he strode over.

"The third ......"

Nangong pinched his eyebrows and felt a little headache.

Liang Zi asked, "Are you also a duel?"

The man nodded and replied, "My name is Zhen Hua, and I am here to find Nangong Shu to duel." ”

"Then do you know the rules?" Liang Zi asked again.

"Rules?

"Win my ......" Liang Zi pointed to the end of his nose, and then pointed to the Guide Palace, and said, "You are qualified to challenge him!"

"I never hit a woman. Zhen Hua shook his head.

"Really?" Liang Zi didn't believe it, raised his fist and said, "But I don't have the habit of not beating men." ”

Zhen Hua was motionless, and he had a posture of not being able to fight back.

The fist fell, the strong wind hit his face, and the black-clothed young man's face did not change, and he didn't even blink an eye. Liang Zi's fist stopped an inch in front of his forehead, and he was disappointed: "It's really boring! Nangong, you can get him......"

With that, he took out a chair from the hotel, sat calmly at the door and continued to eat snacks, as if he was watching a good show.

Nangong smiled bitterly, the students of the four major academies, where could he, a half of a cultivator, deal with?

However, group fights are strictly forbidden in Qinglong City, but heads-up is highly encouraged. Therefore, there is a common trend of martial arts competition among students, and if they don't agree with each other, they will come over one by one, and they will see the real chapter under their hands.

If you don't accept the challenge, you'll be laughed at by everyone.

Therefore, even if you know that you can't beat it, you have to bite the bullet.

If you fight, even if you lose, others will praise you for your courage. If you don't even dare to fight, you will only be called a coward, and even your own academy will record your war-avoidance behavior, and will use it as a basis to judge your character and use it as a reference material for upgrading your score.

A large part of the reason for the title of combat academy is this.

Of course, most of the exchanges between students are point-to-point, at most you will be bruised and swollen, and there will be very few fatal incidents. After all, the party that killed the person would have to bear the consequences, and he might be directly expelled from the city by Qinglong City and not allowed to set foot in the city again for life.

If the grudge is really deep, you can apply to the mentors of both sides to fight to the death.

In such a big atmosphere, the seventy-two academies in the Blue Dragon City, including the Blue Dragon Academy, which student is not experienced in a hundred battles?

You may see an approachable and amiable person, but he is a veteran of the battle who has been challenged and challenged thousands of times.

Nangong is not a student of the Seventy-Two Academy, and of course there is no way to talk about the quality assessment. However, he is a teenager who aspires to be admitted to the Blue Dragon Academy.

Therefore, this battle is inevitable.

"Okay, I'll fight you!"

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly thought of something in his arms, so Nangong readily agreed to the challenge, and then confidently put forward a condition: "But if I win, you have to answer me a question." ”

"No problem. Zhen Hua agreed.

As he spoke, he drew the long sword at his waist and put on a posture ready for battle, ready for battle.

He has experienced a hundred battles, and of course he can see from all kinds of details that his opponent does not have any combat experience, let alone any martial arts foundation, and is simply an ordinary person with the name of a cultivator.

But when he thought of someone's ear before going out, he didn't dare to be careless at all and decided to go all out.

Miss Lance took a sip of wine and looked at Nangong with interest.

Even an ordinary student like Zhen Hua can see Nangong's strength, so the proprietress who wants to politely call "Miss Lance's" when the four deans see it is of course more thorough than anyone on the field.

She just wanted to see how the boy would respond, where did he get his confidence?

"I'm shot, be careful!"

Zhen Hua greeted politely, and then stabbed out directly with a sword.

His hands are steady, his sword is straight, he doesn't have any fancy tricks, he goes straight.

"Huh, good sword! It's much stronger than the two in the morning!" Liang Zi, who was eating snacks and waiting to watch a good show, suddenly had a bright eyes and an eager expression.

Seeing a flash of white light, Nangong saw the blade of the sword cut through the air and stabbed at his shoulder.

There was a soft "snort", and the clothes on his shoulders were pierced by a sword, and a splash of blood appeared.

With a successful sword, Zhen Hua was stunned for a moment.

His sword was mostly tentative, and he had thought about countless follow-ups before making a move, but he didn't expect the first sword to stab the opponent.

With this gap, Nangong covered his shoulders without any image, sat on the ground with his ass, and reached into his arms before the second sword that Zhen Hua took advantage of the situation arrived, and then threw out an object.

"Come out, Mansson!"

The green light was oily, and the tree man Mangsen, who had spent half a month repairing his injuries, reappeared.

The body is more than a foot tall, the thick torso, the arms that seem to be the roots of the tree and the tentacles, and the green canopy above the head......

“......”

There was a deathly silence on the field.

"Hehe, Nangong, hello Laipi!" Liang Zi licked off a sesame seed from the corner of his mouth, squinted and laughed.

"Oh hehehe......" Miss Lance let out her signature long laugh as she took a sip of her wine, "what about the tree man...... What a fun little guy......"

The next battle, there is nothing to say.

After carefully looking at the tree man who was more than a foot tall in front of him, Zhen Hua's expression was as if he had eaten ten flies in one bite, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said, "I lost...... You ask. ”

"Concession, concession!" Nangong hugged his fists and said with a smile, a typical bargain and good behave.

"Why did you come to me specifically to duel?" Nangong, who had won the victory, asked the question he knew the latest thing he knew.

"My brother told me to beat you up. ”

The answer was unexpected, but from the expression on the face of the young man in black, Nangong could see that his name was Zhen Hua, and he was telling the truth.

Nangong asked again, "Who is your senior brother, and why did he call you?"

"I only promised to answer you one question, and now, one question has been asked. ”

Unexpectedly, the young man who told the truth now learned and sold, and also learned to play tricks, Nangong couldn't cry or laugh, so he had no choice but to wave his hand and let him leave.

There is no love without a reason, there will be no hate without a reason, and likewise, there will be no challenge without a reason!

Three waves of people, three challenges, each time pointing to the name to find Nangong Shu.

This is no longer a challenge, but a provocation!

Nangong only came to Qinglong City on the first day, An An ate separately, An An went shopping, asked himself An Fen, did not offend anyone, why did he encounter a provocation?

There must be grievances, there will be provocations, and there will be people who want to beat him up and get angry, instead of killing him to relieve his anger.

With this reasoning, the answer is about to come out.

Nangong drank all the juice in the cup, and smiled bitterly: "Don't guess, it must be Bai Rong'er......"