Xiao Ouyang has always been a meal card in Huan Yuheng's heart, although she doesn't want to admit it, but this has never changed.

It's just that Zhang Hanrui doesn't understand, how can he come back after going out for a few days and become a rice bucket? Who taught you this, you tell the old lady, the old lady will definitely not be killed!

And when she turned around, she was going to talk to Li Siyu, how did this parent be? Can you educate your children like this? Can you be reliable? After so many years of girlfriend love, you just let him call me Rice Bucket, right? Can the days pass?

Huan Yuheng was in the ring now, so he just said hello to everyone and turned back to prepare for his own battle.

Well, the one who fought against him was a girl, with a good appearance, a stronger figure than Li Siyu, her long black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and her capable white martial arts uniform was also taken care of in an orderly manner, it can be seen that this is a girl who is strict with herself.

Ring battles usually have a part of the two sides saluting, which means that they will meet friends with martial arts, but they are all a group of young people in the secret realm, and few will pay attention to these old-fashioned traditions, in their opinion, the old ones are too cumbersome, and it is better to draw people directly.

But this girl still obeyed the etiquette and saluted Huan Yuheng, and presented her name: "Northern Desert Sword City, the fourth-grade middle-level monk Xuanyuan Moyu, please give advice." ”

Huan Yuheng was a little confused by the other party's behavior, but he still followed with a salute and said, "Huan Yuheng, a fourth-grade high-level monk of the Lianyun Sect, please give me advice." ”

Offstage, Zhang Hanrui patted Xuanyuan Moli and said: "Your sister, your sister, look at your sister!"

Xuanyuan Moli: "......"

If he could, he would have liked to reply, 'Look at your sister!', but he couldn't, because the one on stage was indeed his own sister, which made people feel very uncomfortable......

Although he knew that it was his own sister on the stage, Xuanyuan Moli still put on a poker face, and he didn't have half the desire to cheer for him, it may be because of his virtue, or it may be because of his family's education or exercises, in short, this product is not worried about Xuanyuan Moyu at all, but there is still some expectation that she will also be beaten off the stage by Huan Yuheng.

It's enough to have such a brother, the degree of exceedance is comparable to Bai Anxian who stabbed his sister in the back, and it is estimated that the reason why this group of goods can come together is to prove the authenticity of the proverb 'physics gathers people in groups'.

"Your name is so familiar, I think I've heard it somewhere. Huan Yuheng on the stage did not rush to do it.

A few words before the war can also make him think about how many hands he will play later, otherwise if he fights one crippled another, no one will definitely want to play with him in the future.

Tsk, he was still very thoughtful, so he didn't think about which one could walk off the stage by himself after fighting him......

"What you want to say is Xuanyuan Moli, right?" Xuanyuan Moyu was surprisingly calm in the face of the strong enemy, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, as if Xuanyuan Moli was carved out of a mold.

"Well, yes. Huan Yuheng asked curiously: "Do you know him?"

"Yes, my brother. After Xuanyuan Mo finished speaking, he added calmly: "I don't know him very well." ”

The audience was very close to the ring, and the two on the stage did not deliberately lower their voices, so everyone could clearly hear the conversation between the two word for word.

How complicated does this relationship have to be for Xuanyuan Moyu to say something that he is not familiar with his brother? It is understandable if the two are too different in age, but the difference in age between them is only two years at most, which is very intriguing.

Zhang Hanrui looked at Xuanyuan Moli in shock and said, "She is really your own sister?

"Nope. Of course, Xuanyuan Moli understood what she meant, and then asked, "Why didn't she run away from home?"

Zhang Hanrui should have said: "Because your sister doesn't look like a person who will run away from home." ”

"Hehe......" Xuanyuan Moli said that he didn't want to speak, if possible, he even wanted Zhang Hanrui to go to the ring with him for two moves, if nothing else, just to talk to her about the truth that people can't just look at their faces!

After two sentences, the two on the stage were also ready.

My brother is not a normal person, and my sister is not normal, she said seriously that she was a monk in the Northern Desert Sword City, and the weapon she took out turned out to be a bladeless heavy sword that looked bigger than her!

Huan Yuheng looked stupid, these days, with the active popularization of everyone, he also knows some knowledge from all over the world, such as the Northern Desert Knife City only has knife cultivation, but what is going on in front of him? Is this a knife girl?

Seeing that the opponent was stunned, Xuanyuan Mo said with a reserved smile: "There are classical clouds, there is no knife in the hand, and there is no knife in the heart, this is the masterpiece of the knife technique." ”

This time, not only Huan Yuheng was confused, but all the people who could hear Xuanyuan Moyu speaking in the audience were collectively confused, they had never seen such a straightforward way of understanding!

The meaning of not having a knife in your hand and no sword in your heart is not to persuade people to make peace, but to make you change to a sword cultivator, right? Now we are not curious about anything else, we just want to know if you have passed the cultural class, especially in the reading comprehension section, have you ever received a grade?

The easy time to chat was over, and as they confirmed the start of the battle, they each pulled out a copper plate and threw it into the sky.

Since there is no referee in the ring, the sound of two copper plates landing on the ground replaces the war signal, of course, rich people can also replace the copper plates with gold and silver jewelry, in short, as long as you hear the sound of two things landing, it is the war signal.

The way the two of them opened was the same, Huan Yuheng didn't make a big move like before, and it looked like Xuanyuan Moyu, who was not proficient in magic, opened his mouth and blew out a wave of fire.

The thunder suddenly appeared, the thunder exploded, and the trend of Xuanyuan Moyu's charge was blocked by a falling thunder, and then looking at the past, there was another dragon halberd with a piercing wind breaking sound from the fire wave.

Huan Yuheng successfully attacked with the help of thunder and fire waves to cover his body, but he didn't want the other party to attack with him, and the bladeless heavy sword swept the ring with strong wind pressure, blowing away the fire waves, revealing his incomparable figure.

Both are heavy weapons, halberds and heavy swords are obviously not of the same magnitude, and heavy swords as wide as door panels are coming head-on, and it is obviously not a good idea to fight hard.

A humming sound of gold and iron strikes came from the dragon halberd, although Huan Yuheng turned to attack and defend at the last moment, but he was also slapped by the heavy sword and flew nearly ten meters away, and the halberd in his hand continued to tremble, if it wasn't for the early expectation, maybe this blow weapon would have to be taken off.

"Good!" "Girl did a good job!"

The audience applauded Xuanyuan Moyu, and the lively voice was like the New Year, in their opinion, as long as they could make Huan Yuheng eat deflated, they would be happy, not for anything else, the main thing was that they couldn't bear to owe this kid every day.

The confrontation between the raid and the counter-raid ended with Huan Yuheng suffering a loss, but Xuanyuan Moyu was obviously not as easy as he imagined, although he didn't know how heavy the bladeless heavy sword was, but seeing that she was a little out of breath after only one blow, it was also a big burden for her.

"It's amazing. Huan Yuheng adjusted his state, nodded and praised: "You can make me suffer at the beginning, you are still the first these days." ”

Monks like to fight dexterously, four or two thousand pounds abound, and there are not many who tend to drop ten times with one force, when the skill and strength are fighting head-on, the result does not need to be thought about to know.

"You too. Xuanyuan Mo said with a smile: "You are also the first one who can eat my trick and be safe and sound." ”

The brief exchange brought an end to the temptation between the two sides, and the two also gained a basic understanding of each other's fighting styles.

Huan Yuheng is good at grabbing the fighting machine, covering it with thunder and fire waves, breaking through the distance of more than 20 meters in an instant, and coming to the other party is proof.

Xuanyuan Moyu is good at counterattacking, after all, the two-handed heavy sword really can't achieve any advantage in speed, and her brother Xuanyuan Moyu's fighting style is very different from her brother Xuanyuan Moli's one-shot retreat.

The wind raged in the ring for nowhere, like a signal for the two to start a battle after a short rest.

Huan Yuheng buckled the halberd upside down, leaned forward, and looked at the motionless Xuanyuan Mo Yu, ready to attack at any moment, while a cyan spell that had been launched quietly dissipated in the palm of his left hand behind his back.

Xuanyuan Mo Yu held the heavy sword pestle in front of him as a shield, and at the same time watched Huan Yuheng's every move, and was ready to pick up the sword at any time to fight back fiercely.

The wind brought up the sand and dust in the field, and there were two dead leaves from nowhere, and the people in the field were like sculptures, and they didn't move.

The withered leaves fluttered freely in the field, and from the middle of the two, they gently came to Xuanyuan Moyu's side, getting closer and closer, until they blocked her vision.

"Hoo ......"

The withered leaves only hindered her vision and was instantly ignited by the spiritual power of her body, the orange-red fire swayed, but the people on the other side became more and more blurred, and after the firelight passed, she was shocked to find that Huan Yuheng, who was supposed to be opposite her, had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

What about people!?

She didn't know what kind of spell the other party used, or what kind of body technique, and now was not the time to pursue this, she didn't dare to turn back, she was afraid that the other party would seize the gap where she turned back and give the most violent attack.

Footsteps, none.

Spiritual power fluctuates and cannot be perceived.

It was as if she was the only one left performing alone in the ring, but she believed that Huan Yuheng would definitely wait for the moment when she relaxed, and this blow was also a blow that would determine the outcome of the battle.

The audience quietly watched the competition on the field, and the audience could applaud, but they could not give any hints to the personnel on the stage, which was the most basic respect and the default rule for everyone.

Xuanyuan Moli covered his head and stopped talking, his face was full of unbearable egg pain from the past, obviously, he had also suffered a big loss in Huan Yuheng's trick, otherwise he would not have shown this expression.

Li Tianquan still had that signature smile, as if everything that happened on stage was expected, and it was understandable to think about it, after all, Huan Yuheng had the most contact time with him, although he didn't necessarily know what his junior brother would do, but he still knew something about the iconic skills.

Zhang Hanrui and Xiao Ouyang looked at Xuanyuan Mo Yu on the stage sympathetically, because they had also tried to fight Huan Yuheng, and they were also shocked by his elusive attack methods, and they both ended up with scars.

"Are you sure you don't look back?"

The joking voice came from behind Xuanyuan Moyu, as if the other party had been waiting behind her for a long time, and speaking out at the moment was just a kind of impatience with her rigidity.

The heavy sword changed from erect to cross, sweeping in a circle under the force of a furious force, triggering a scorching wave around him.

He was deceived! He was not behind him at all! Xuanyuan Moyu was alarmed in his heart, but he heard Huan Yuheng's voice behind him, but this time it was not a joke, but helplessness.

"Are you really sure you don't want to look back?"