The cold wind in the depths of winter was biting, but it was not cool enough to penetrate the enthusiastic crowd, and everyone's face was filled with excitement, cheers, and anticipation.

Zhuge Xingyun could feel this atmosphere, looking at the honest ingots beside him, he could only smile at his question.

Winning or losing has all kinds of expectations and meanings for everyone, but Zhuge Xingyun is different, because he has too much to bear, and he suddenly has a trace of sadness.

He remembered the autumn exam on the top of the Tianshan Mountains that day, and remembered himself who was desperate to find dignity, but the ending ended miserably.

The rebels and relatives were left homeless.

"Little junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Perhaps Yuan Bao felt something, and the enthusiasm on his face gradually dissipated.

Zhuge Xingyun smiled slightly, took a deep breath to release the melancholy in his heart, and squeezed out a smile and said, "It's nothing, let's watch the competition." ”

Chu Jianhua first clenched his fists slightly, his expression was resolute, and he said without saying anything or humble: "Senior Brother Fan, Senior Brother narrowly won last year, and we meet again today, and I hope to give you advice." ”

Fan Mo's expression was gloomy, just like the ice and snow in this cold winter, his eyes were staring at the opposing Chu Jianhua, although his words were gentle, but in Fan Mo's ears, it was particularly harsh.

"Senior brother, please!"

is also a fist to salute, but Fan Mo's tone is too blunt, maybe he is not good at words, or he may be unwilling to fail.

This battle seems to be more interesting, the big war is about to break out, and even the perennial wind and snow seem to be slowly still, deterred by this showdown.

Huo Jianhua shook his arms, and the scabbard in his palm rose to the wind, and when his figure looked down, the sword light flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the sword in his left hand was as fast as a galloping arrow, and the snow splashed where he passed, leaving a deep groove.

"Whoa!"

The sword scabbard in the air had just landed, but Chu Jianhua's figure was already behind Fan Mo, a drop of blood fell, and it was buried deep in the snow.

The onlookers in the audience were calm, and when they raised their eyes, they saw that the blood was flowing from Fan Mo's waist, and it was the wound cut by Huo Jianhua's anti-sword.

And the sword in Fan Mo's hand was already out of the sheath at some point, stabbed out from the armpit backwards, and sank into Huo Jianhua's shoulder.

The speed of the two of them was beyond the reach of the naked eye, and at the moment of intersection, Chu Jianhua's body turned sharply, ignoring the long sword pierced into his shoulder, and slapped his backhand on Fan Mo's shoulder.

Fan Mo's shoulder hurt, his body flew out suddenly, and when he landed, his body suddenly spun in the air, although he landed safely, he also stumbled two steps.

Under the ring, everyone was stunned and shocked, and only when they reacted did they applaud Chu Jianhua, but this battle had just begun, and it was difficult to predict the outcome or defeat.

Fan Mo, who stabilized his figure, his pupils contracted suddenly, the long sword in his hand was erected on his chest, and his left hand pinched the magic trick, only to see the surrounding sword qi condensed, suddenly staggered vertically and horizontally, and the snow under his feet also rose coldly.

"Is this a shocking sword?" A surprised voice in the crowd caused everyone to resonate and discuss.

Fan Mo was in the middle of the sword qi, his long hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, like a sword god, proud of all things in the world, looking at the world.

Chu Jianhua frowned slightly, although his expression was solemn, he was not in a hurry, and suddenly stepped on the square circle, and suddenly the real qi on his body turned, forming a Gangqi cover bell that rotated overhead, exuding an extremely strong Gangzheng wind.

Zhuge Xingyun was a little closer, and his chest was tightened and short of breath by the breath of the bell, so he couldn't help but take a few steps back before he calmed down.

Fan Mo's condensed ten thousand sword qi was like a shocking sound, like a hurricane sweeping up the snow, enveloping the entire ring, covering everyone's sight, and everyone was forced to retreat step by step by the sword qi, all of them were thrilled and palpitated.

"Boom, boom!" The sound of three bells in the remnants of the snow roll spread out like ripples, and the sound waves circled and circled, shaking the sky and flying snow, and also shaking everyone's ears.

The scene was beyond imagination for a while, and even the two elders looked at each other and were worried, but they were not allowed to intervene during the competition, so they could only wait for the outcome of the victory.

"Ahh

A roar came from the snow, and everyone was flustered, but they were all focused on the decisive victory.

As the wind and snow dissipated, the figures of the two came into everyone's sight, and none of them moved, like iron and wood in the cold winter wax moon, standing straight.

Chu Jianhua looked rather embarrassed, his ragged clothes were scarred, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the blood seeped into the soil drop by drop along the tip of the sword, but his expression was as resolute as a piece of steel, neither humble nor arrogant, and his waist was straight.

Although Fan Mo looked better, his hair was messy, his legs trembled slightly, and his eyelids were drooping, and there was a trace of blood.

Suddenly, with a "wow", Fan Mo opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his body shook and fell, but there was deep unwillingness in his eyes.

Ouyang Hua exclaimed, his figure flashed through the crowd, and he got into the ring in the blink of an eye, dragged Fan Mo up with his arm, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then urged his true qi to let him swallow it.

After about a cup of tea, Fan Mo opened his eyes gently, looked at Ouyang Huaqian and swallowed, "Master, I'm sorry to disappoint you again......"

Ouyang Hua shook his head and sighed lightly: "It's just to learn from the same family, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, why do you need to be so persistent, you, the competitive heart is too strong." ”

Fan Mo may have repented, and looked at Chu Jianhua, who was embarrassed, and actually showed a smile.

Chu Jianhua just nodded slightly, then dragged his embarrassed body out of the ring, crossed the crowd, vomited a mouthful of blood without anyone, leaned against the wall with a pale face, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Why bother!"

The result of both defeats was unexpected, although Chu Jianhua won on the surface, but he also paid a painful price, as for the next competition, it is still unknown whether it can continue.

"Young people, still competitive. Cheng Yifeng looked at Chu Jianhua's declining back, sighed deeply before stepping into the ring, and said apologetically: "The old man is not strict in discipline, and I hope the senior brother will not blame." ”

Although Ouyang Hua had a bad heart, he had no eyes for his sword, so he could only blame his apprentice's skills for being inferior to others, and waved his hand and said, "That's it, that's it." ”

"For the next exam, remember to stop there. "The command of the master of the head of the family is also to avoid any disability between the brothers and sisters, thus hurting the harmony of the same family.

Zhuge Xingyun was shocked by the previous scene, and only at this moment did he wake up, shook his head and said, "It's just a competition, why do you have such a scene?"

"Little junior brother, don't be merciful!" Mo Xiaofei said indistinguishably from the false, and then walked into the ring leisurely.

Although Zhuge Xingyun muttered in his heart, he could only walk up hard, but there were very few spectators in the audience, and he had no expectations for this unsuspenseful duel.

But Yuan Bao shouted enthusiastically: "Come on, little junior brother, little junior brother will win......

"You bastard, he wants to win me to eat......"

"That's it, count me in ......"

"Count me in ......"

A group of people scrambled to eat, making Yuan Bao shrink his head and mutter, Zhuge Xingyun was also speechless, if it weren't for the disparity in strength, I really wanted this group of people to eat enough!

Mo Xiaofei leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, pointed at Zhuge Xingyun and said, "Look, you are so unwelcome." ”

Zhuge Xingyun wanted to open his mouth to bite her, but rolled his eyes and said, "Little eggplant, don't be complacent!"

Mo Xiaofei's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "Who are you talking about little eggplant?"

Zhuge Xingyun was not cowardly, and said with a stubborn look: "It's you, I don't accept you to beat me......"

Mo Xiaofei went up with a kick, but Zhuge Xingyun had already taken precautions, and his body suddenly twisted, and this kick was empty, and Mo Xiaofei almost fell into the ring.

The gang who shouted that they wanted to eat were all dumbfounded, one by one for fear that Mo Xiaofei would accidentally fall, then they would really stink for 10,000 years.

Mo Xiaofei shook the edge of the ring a few times before gaining a foothold, turned to stare at Zhuge Xingyun, looked at it like a monkey, and said, "You kid is so scheming." ”

She also thought that Zhuge Xingyun was deliberately provoking her, so as to find an opportunity.

But Zhuge Xingyun just said that he was simply underwhelmed, without those fancy intestines, and said a little meaningfully: "Who is scheming with you!"

Lu Daoyou was already impatient when he stood in the audience and shouted: "You two can't do it, if you don't do it, get down!"

Mo Xiaofei glanced at him, then sighed a few times, and said to Zhuge Xingyun: "Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, admit defeat now and suffer less." ”

Zhuge Xingyun snorted coldly and said: "The head can be broken and the blood can flow, admitting defeat is an act of cowardice, I am not like someone." ”

His words clearly meant something, and Meng Feiqi's face in the audience turned pale, and he couldn't wait to go on stage to kick that mouth, and said coldly: "Senior Sister Mo, it's up to you." ”

Mo Xiaofei also restrained her smile, reached out and pulled out a rope-like thing from her waist, but suddenly she shook and stretched it straight.

Zhuge Xingyun had never seen this kind of weapon before, and after a few closer looks, he found that it was made of steel, and it was divided into nine sections, each of which had a buckle, which could be used both soft and hard.

"You don't have a blade?" Mo Xiaofei frowned slightly, then glanced at the audience, and said to Yuanbao: "Little fat man, give him your axe, just to chop wood." ”

Zhuge Xingyun was completely enraged, this kind of ridicule was enough once, and it became her mantra, catching the small axe thrown by the ingot, and said angrily: "You are enough." ”

Mo Xiaofei covered her mouth and chuckled: "It's still in a hurry, my aunt and grandmother don't bully defenseless people, now you can be careful." ”

Her voice fell, and with a wave of her hand, the nine-section steel whip in her palm rolled down towards Zhuge Xingyun's head, menacing and merciless.

Although Zhuge Xingyun was frightened, he did not panic at all, glanced at the axe in his hand, and cut it with the nine-section steel whip.

"Whoa!"

A string of sparks splashed from the top of his head, Mo Xiaofei snorted lightly, as if there was wind under his feet, and suddenly perched up, kicking Zhuge Xingyun's chest.

Her foot was really not light, Zhuge Xingyun's chest was as if it had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and her feet slid out a few steps against the ground, if she didn't use her waist strength to stabilize her body, she was afraid that she would be kicked upside down and fly out.

Although he stabilized his body, Zhuge Xingyun's body was still churning, his throat was suddenly sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xiaofei was slightly stunned and said, "I didn't expect your kid to have some goods." ”

Zhuge Xingyun clenched the axe in his hand, stared at Mo Xiaofei, and said, "Don't think that if you are a woman, I won't beat you!"