On the day of the competition, the autumn was high and refreshing.

The ring was set up in a vacant lot near the city wall in the west of the city, half a zhang high, and an area of ten zhang square showed that the Qiu family was rich and rich, and it also gave the two sides enough room to move.

There was also a grandstand on one side of the ring, and the high-class gentry in the Quartet City came to cheer one after another. However, because it is a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, it is still a son-in-law. The officials in the city still didn't come here for the sake of face.

But even so, the scene was very lively, and the people in the audience were crowded and rubbing shoulders. As long as the surrounding houses can see the ring, they are also crowded with people watching the excitement. Even the rooftops of the houses were climbed by many brave people, making the late autumn weather much hotter.

A sentence of 10,000 empty alleys is by no means an exaggeration.

Nangong Xiao's position is neither to drink tea in the stands, nor to share sweat and expectations with others offstage.

He stood next to the ring under a flagpole fluttering with the flag of the martial arts recruitment, ready to respond to emergencies.

Looking up at the stands, Qiu Chutian was exchanging greetings with the visitors. I felt that his figure was a little rickety compared to before.

Combined with the fact that he hadn't met him in Qiu Mansion for the past few days, Nangong Xiao had a bad premonition.

When his thoughts were surging, a voice sounded in his head: "Nangong Daoyou, if you help us today, you will be rewarded afterwards."

Well? It was the man who broke into my room. Nangong Xiao didn't expect them to contact him.

Whether or not to reveal the matter of Bai Qi to him, it should be too late now.

These days in Qiu Mansion under the guidance of Mu Jiuniang, he has some good feelings about Qiu Mansion. Seeing that the Qiu family was getting deeper and deeper in this whirlpool, Nangong Xiao was willing to help, but now he was no longer the hanging king on the earth, a newcomer in the middle stage of Qi training, he was too weak and too weak.

The comparison of the strength of these two parties, I don't know at all. If you don't die if you fight a snake, I'm afraid you will suffer from it. How do you get out?

If you are not careful, this hard-won little life will be gone. God wouldn't let me go through it a second time.

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded in my head. Nangong Xiao was shocked to realize that he had forgotten to reply, and hurriedly sent a voice back: "I just came out to travel, and I rarely communicate with others, and I lost my mind for a while, so I ask for forgiveness from Taoist friends." ”

"Well, just concentrate on doing things, it's very likely that something will happen today."

"Listening to the tone of the Taoist friend, could it be that you haven't caught those little people yet?"

The voice on the other side replied a little depressed after half a sound: "Those guys have some Taoism, and there is no way to catch them all." Okay, concentrate on your business. ”

"Okay, I wonder when Zhou Tianhou will play?"

"Fourth."

Fourth place!? There are only six challengers in total, Nangong Xiao's eyes are suspicious, this kind of thing is the right choice to be the first to fight directly to prevent variables.

Even if it is accused of being suspected of being a show, but so what? Could it be that these cultivators still care about the reputation of this mundane world?

He channeled his doubts to him.

After a while, an even more depressed and vague reply came: "Miss Qiu and Zhou Tianhou have recently had a dispute, just in case, just like this. ”

Also, in the ring, countless mortals watched, most of those spells and the like could not be used, and at this time, the martial arts cultivation who did not have any brilliant light effects really took a big advantage.

Oh, this kid feels how capable he is, and he wants to have two dragons and two phoenixes. Among the three co-authors, he is the worst. Nangong Xiao felt that he could foresee the beautiful life of the son of Zhou's wife. The premise is that he has a life to live to that day.

After all, the red fairy could be murderous when she heard Bai Qi shouting at her. Zhou Tianhou, who wants to make him a concubine, should have already entered the list of nirvana.

At this time, the big drums erected on both sides of the ring were beaten in a dull manner, suppressing the surrounding noise.

Qiu Chutian stood up from the stands and bowed his hands to the surroundings. He nodded emphatically to a middle-aged man on his right.

Nangong Xiao saw that the middle-aged man's appearance was five or six points similar to Zhou Tianhou, and the guests around him all looked respectful, thinking that this was another half-city tycoon, Zhou Baoren.

Qiu Chutian first greeted everyone and said: "Qiu Mou has been up and down in the business sea in his life, and he only has a son and a daughter. Now Qiu is seriously ill, and the little girl is worried about Qiu's condition and is unwilling to get married. Qiu was ashamed and happy in his heart. So today, I am willing to recruit a good son-in-law for the little girl, so that Qiu's inner guilt will be reduced a little. As he spoke, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the placket of his clothes, and said in a loud voice: "Now I announce that the competition has officially begun!" ”

The audience suddenly thundered with joy.

In the stands, a businessman wearing a gold wire trim and jade head was whispering to Zhou Baoren: "Brother Zhou, do you think this Qiu slippery head is really seriously ill or fake sick?" ”

The corners of Zhou Baoren's mouth twitched, and he replied: "After so many dealings, you still don't know?" This guy will not go back on the contract he has made, and his words are always difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. ”

After hearing this, Shang Jia's face was a little ugly, as if he remembered some bad memories, and he stopped talking.

Zhou Baoren turned his head and stared at Qiu Chutian, who was talking and laughing. Looking at this middle-aged man who has climbed step by step from the foot of the mountain to the same height as himself in recent decades, a smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

No matter how many times you win, it's me who wins in the end.

At this time, Qiu Chutian seemed to be aware of it and turned around. I saw that Zhou Baoren was looking at him. They paused for a few breaths, nodded to each other and staggered their gazes.

Qiu Chutian spit out two words imperceptibly: Not necessarily!

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Nangong Xiao looked at the challenger on the stage who was trying his best to escape with a sympathetic expression. Lianke City, four out of twenty, a ground-level martial arts powerhouse, looking at its potential, maybe he can become a heaven-level grandmaster at the age of forty, and he has his proud capital.

However, when the crazy girl slashed his Qingfeng wooden sword with a single move, Lian Kecheng began to become the pistachio of the spectators.

Look at his frightened face, use his hands and feet together, and the funny appearance of a wolf rushing to the pig. Everyone on the stage laughed and leaned back together, and tears came down. The good deeds began to make constant jokes, coax, and cheers. Lian Kecheng's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

But he couldn't dodge, the wooden knife was danced into a war hammer in Qiu Lihua's hand, and the rubble on the table flew, and cracks were everywhere. If you're not careful, you'll die.

But instead of empathizing with his situation, everyone in the audience began to bet that he could still dodge.

Lian Kecheng is usually praised by others, how could he have been so angry, and was about to scold a few words back, but he was pulled into the air by the crazy girl and swept off the stage with a knife.

Seeing the embarrassed back, Nangong Xiao shook his head. If this young man is still mixed with the rivers and lakes in the future, I am afraid that there will be nicknames such as "butt knife" and "four-legged swordsman" on his head.

Turning his head to look at Qiu Lihua, who was resting with tea, Nangong Xiao touched his chin. It seems that Miss Qiu's anger has not faded with time, but has become more and more prosperous. So if you make the girl unhappy, it's better to apologize early. If you keep it cold, just wait for the day the volcano erupts.