The young man in the short shirt walked to the field with his back by the spring window butterfly, held his waist with his left hand, looked at the people on the platform, and said: "I came to Yingzhuang under the entrustment of the family teacher, and I hope you will give me advice after more than two months of learning swords."

After Lin Manliu finished speaking, he looked around the stage, and when he looked at the central position, Lu Fengbai sat on the left side of the old liar in the yellow shirt, and there was a pair of tables and chairs on the right side but no one sat down in the wine bowl, presumably that was the master's position, and he was determined that he must do things well this time, and when he returned to southern Xinjiang, he could find the master to boast.

What the young man didn't notice was that there was an extra pair of cushions and a pair of chopsticks on the side of the man in the yellow shirt, and at this moment, someone suddenly shouted in the corner on the right side of the Dianjiangtai, I don't know if it was Brother Liu or the sixth brother's shout, and it turned out to be Jiang Yanlin, who came all the way from Yuezhou, he was waving his hands in the hope that Lin Manliu on the field could see him, and the young man in the short shirt nodded to him when he saw this.

Whether it was on or off the stage, the discussion began to spread, and Yunxia took a casual sip of the wine bowl and said to the plum wine lang beside him: "This kid was actually caught by Brother Ye on the stage to compete with the sword, this fate is really" The man next to him just took the folding fan in his hand and gently tapped it.

"Who is this young man, why did he learn the sword for two months without seeing it, and how did he dare to go on stage so arrogantly."

"The juniors compete to see what kind of fun you have, and you can watch the play with peace of mind."

"Maybe this Yijian Villa has just emerged, and I want to give some favors to the seniors who are older, just watch the scene."

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While everyone was still talking, another young man stood up from the stage and slowly walked into the arena with a short knife without sheath in his hand.

"Shadow Tiger Mountain, please advise" Without many words, the knife-wielding boy who left the factory pointed the short knife at Lin Manliu in the field.

Seeing that this person's name was unwilling to speak, he didn't even have a chance to speak, so the young man in the short shirt simply drew his sword out of the sheath with his left hand, and lifted the mountain and wild lines across his chest.

Before Lin Manliu could make any moves, the short knife on the opposite side had already begun to move, and he ran straight to the middle of the field, and the short knife in his hand had already been swung and was ready to face him, and he was about to give the person in front of him who was holding the short sword in his left hand a little color, and the weapon that had not been unsheathed behind his back must be a killer move, and it was not humiliating to humiliate himself with the short sword in his left hand again.

In an instant, the two soldiers met, and the crisp sound of metal collision came out immediately, just a blow Lin Manliu already had a plan in his heart, this person did not have the pressure brought by the past few days of practice in terms of strength and foot strength, and even seemed weak compared to the fight outside Yuezhou City.

After the short-shirted boy retreated a few steps back to determine the offensive strategy, he began to rush forward again, and the young man holding the short knife obviously hadn't recovered from the knife just now and saw that the other party was rushing towards him again, and hurriedly crossed the knife in front of him to stop the sword.

Unexpectedly, when Lin Manliu still had a few steps left, the original left hand was stabbed from the bottom up in the void, and Shan Yexing came out of his hand, and was instantly held by his right hand in the direction of the short knife, and the speed was extremely fast, and the sound of blades colliding sounded on the field, and it was Shan Yexing who stabbed straight to the blade of the short knife.

The young man holding the knife was in his heart, he was too fast just now, and he didn't have time to react If he came directly to the door in front of him, I am afraid that he would have fallen. The hands holding the knife trembled slightly, and he made a strange voice in his panic: "Ah-" Then he waved the short knife in his hand indiscriminately and wanted to resist, but after being dodged by Lin Manliu at will, Shan Yexing picked it out at will and shook the short knife in the young man's hand.

Seeing this, the young man from Shadow Tiger Mountain knelt down on his knees and then fell in front of the short knife, his mouth was still roaring with a shout that others could not hear, Lin Manliu walked slowly into the hall with the mountain in his hand and did not look at the young man, at this time, as the defeated opponent, he was not suitable to say any righteous and awe-inspiring words on this occasion, so that he should not be discouraged.

The short-shirted boy returned to the middle of the school field, and Yamano Xing was still holding his left hand upside down behind him without putting it in the sheath, and looked at the people on the stage again, as if to tell those young talents who came today that anyone who wanted to play a sword could enter the battle.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a man with a long gun in his hand to look a little old walked up, and after he walked out of the crowd, he spat on the ground at random, and the head of the spear pierced directly into the dirt of the school field, and the body of the spear dragged all the way to scratch a mark on the ground.

Chongying was still eating melons and fruits, and when he saw this scene, he cursed in a low voice: "This is the old uncle of that family, why do you deliberately play like this, and I won't be able to clean you up for a while..."

The man in the yellow shirt at the next table didn't wait for Chongying to finish speaking, and a melon seed bounced on the young man's head and said: "Eat you, that person seems to be the person who came to watch the clouds in Lingnan and has something to do with He Ye...".

"Yun Laiguan, He Mu, please advise," the man holding the gun didn't make any salutation gestures, and looked straight at the young man in the short shirt in the field.

Lin Manliu also didn't even return to the sheath of the mountain wilderness, so he casually hugged his fists and said, "Please give me advice."

After that, I saw that He Mu shook the spear in his hand, and then held the middle of the gun with both hands and waited for it, obviously wanting to let the short-shirted young man in front of him make a move, and let him make his own hand first.

Lin Manliu naturally would not let go of others' contemptuous of his actions, and then his figure moved forward, but he did not rush straight forward, and quickly flew forward in front of He Mu's left, and there was still a distance of seven steps and eight steps before the two of them were about to face each other, but at this time He Mu suddenly moved.

The spear that was originally held with both hands suddenly put down with his right hand, and the spear immediately swung back from the left side in a half-moon shape, and did not stop until the spear body swirled to He Mu's right side and was suddenly grabbed by his right hand, and swung forward in the same way.

Under such a left-right exchange, if He Mu himself is the center, it is better to become a heaven and earth or a round of spears and moons by himself, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter the sword. Seeing this, Lin Manliu did not rush inside, and after observing for a while, he found that there was a gap between He Mu's gun body and his hand.

When He Mu changed hands, the young man in the short shirt held Shan Yexing with his right palm against his left fist, and stabbed Shan Yexing directly into He Mu's right arm.

He Mu, who was dancing the body of the gun, also had the same idea, and sped up his strength to slash the body of the gun that was still whirling behind him as soon as possible towards the proud short-shirted boy in front of him.

Just when the body of the gun was close to the boy who was sprinting forward, a strange scene was discovered, it was actually a young man in a short shirt who stopped and squatted on his right hand, raised his left hand above his head, and slashed at the body of the gun in his hand and collided with the tip of the gun, and made a crisp sound of collision.

And still didn't stop, Lin Manliu quickly got up and flipped his wrist and flipped his left hand to hold the short sword, and the mountain in his hand did not leave the tip of the gun like this, but kept colliding with the tip of the gun and made a small cracking sound, He Mu saw that the rotating gun body was blocked, so he had to hold it again with both hands and began to twist the gun body in front of him to draw a circle, wanting to shake a pistol flower to force the short-shirted young man to retreat.

As a result, he couldn't shake out the gun normally and retreat from the enemy, every time the gun body twisted the trajectory was blocked by the short sword in the young man's hand, He Mu looked at the short sword in front of him that was larger than the ordinary dagger, like the bamboo leaves scattered in the bamboo forest, how could it linger and keep floating in front of him, causing him to be unable to shoot normally.

He Mu, who was already unable to retreat from the enemy, was already unwilling, but when he saw the young man in a short shirt behind this annoying bamboo leaf, he was looking at him with a contemptuous smile, and his heart was full of anger.

"Ahh Eat me a cloud gun! He Mu first roared, and then shouted angrily.

The spear in his hand suddenly increased its force and forcibly broke through the young man's short sword attack, and with a burst of slashes, he directly pierced the tip of the spear into the ground and pushed forward.

Lin Manliu immediately stepped back to dodge the tip of the spear that might be provoked from the mud at any time, and sure enough, it was only a few breaths of the spear that was violently picked up from the mud.

He Mu moved the spear in his hand to the front of him, his hands clenched as if he was gathering momentum, he looked at the short-shirted young man ten steps away, took a deep breath, and sprinted forward violently, the spear was naturally aimed at Lin Manliu, the first shot missed, the short-shirted young man had already dodged to his right side, He Mu's body did not stop there, and suddenly his left foot slammed on the ground and twisted the head of the gun, and it turned out to be another sprint straight in front of Lin Manliu.