Su Hejing's sweep naturally swept to Fu Canglang.

Is that him?

He didn't take his eyes off for a long time, and the scenes under King Cheng resurfaced in front of him.

At this time, the second competition between the Kunlun faction and the beggar gang is about to begin.

This time, the beggar gang was another of the three elders, Elder Gao.

Coincidentally, this time for the birthday of the king, the beggar gang happened to be five people, and they were all masters in the gang, so Long Wu calmly accepted the challenge of the Tibetan sea people.

And on the side of the Tibetan sea people, they also brought a few big disciples. Although his eyes are too high, he has to admit that his disciple is indeed trained well in martial arts. So, he felt that he should have this confidence.

"Lord Wang, please give me a weapon to use, Kunlun disciple Yuan Shaobai wants to compete with the elders of the beggar gang for a sword!"

In the field, a green-shirted guest stood proudly and said loudly.

It turned out that when entering the palace, according to the rules and for safety, everyone's weapons had to be handed in. That's why he made this request.

King Fu groaned slightly, but still smiled slightly.

"It's okay, come on, bring two swords!"

Soon, the two swords were handed over to this Yuan Shaobai and Elder Gao. Elder Gao was good at using a sword, and he always felt inappropriate to hold a sword, but because of his identity, he had no choice but to use it.

After each of the two swords started with a starting hand, they were instantly killed. The knife comes, the sword goes, and after a few moves, the atmosphere changes.

Only then did Elder Gao know that he had suffered an honest loss, and the number of paths between this sword and the sword was different after all, and there was a big difference in technique. And the opponent's swordsmanship is really exquisite, the moves are strange, and he often makes moves from places he didn't expect, and after he dismantles a few moves, he can't cope with it.

He didn't know that this Yuan Shaobai was actually ruthless in King Ping's mansion, and he was one of the disciples most admired by the people of Tibet. In the Pingwang Mansion, he also had contacts with Lin Zhijing.

After a few more moves, Elder Gao was in danger again and again, and accidentally, his new clothes were pierced by Yuan Shaobai's sword, but fortunately he didn't hurt his flesh and skin.

Long Wu and Fu Canglang were both worried, and they were sweating in their hands.

"Helper, looking at the momentum of Elder Gao, I'm afraid I'm going to lose!"

Fu Canglang voiced his concerns.

Long Wu nodded.

"Alas, the Kunlun swordsmanship is really unique, Elder Gao, it is still a light enemy!"

While the two were talking, sure enough, Elder Gao was once again pierced through the sleeve of his robe by a sword. At this moment, Elder Gao was extremely annoyed. This new dress was made temporarily in order to congratulate King Fu on his birthday, and on weekdays, he was dressed in quail clothes, how could he wear it so formally!

Suddenly, Elder Gao turned his sword into a knife and slashed hard, and his momentum was also fierce.

Seeing this, Yuan Shaobai smiled strangely, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and connected it with his sword.

Unexpectedly, there was no unexpected impact, and the two swords seemed to knock together silently, and Elder Gao made a gesture to pull the sword behind, but he only felt that a powerful internal force was firmly attached to the sword, and he couldn't pull it away for a while. Helpless, his left hand turned into a palm and slapped Yuan Shaobai.

"Good time!"

But seeing Yuan Shaobai's legs slightly bent, he also greeted him with his palms.

Bang!

In the midst of the two palms, the two swords finally separated, but Elder Gao's body couldn't stop for a while, and he took a few steps back before Fu Canglang, who jumped at the opportunity, stepped out of his palm to hold it steady.

What a deep internal force!

Fu Canglang was also secretly frightened.

Elder Gao's skill, he knew it, it was slightly inferior to himself, but the other party's skill was so deep, he really didn't expect it.

"The third formation, I'll come!"

Fu Canglang thought to himself, no matter what, he would win against them.