"Senior Brother Shimizu! How are you? ”

"Are you alright, brother?"

Several juniors and sisters from the Fog Hidden Sect hurriedly went over to help Qing Shui up.

"Ahem-no-it's fine."

Qing Shui covered his chest and coughed repeatedly, his injury was not too serious, but it was not too light, it would cause a dull pain in his chest.

Seeing this, Yingkan on the stage looked up to the sky and laughed, his face full of joy and rampant.

"The monks of the Central Plains are all soft-footed shrimp like this, what else are they engaged in martial arts in the Four Kingdoms? Why don't you go home and farm and herd cattle! ”

"Come on, who's next! I haven't had a good time yet! ”

In the audience, there was still not a single monk from the Central Plains who stood up, not even a single response.

Yingkan pursed his lips: "Our dogs on the grassland dare to bark twice when they encounter wolves." Are you Central Plains monks just pretending to be dead? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people of the western Xinjiang on the other side of the competition platform burst into laughter again!

"Hahahaha! General Inkan is right! ”

"These Central Plains people are not even as good as the dogs on our grassland."

Only the woman with the veil did not make the slightest sound, the face blocked by the veil naturally could not see the expression, and the only eyes that could be seen were also extremely cold, as if everything on the stage had nothing to do with her.

The monks of the Central Plains on the other side listened to the ridicule of the people in the western Xinjiang, and they all gritted their teeth and looked resentful.

Finally, a young man couldn't help it, picked up his saber and was about to rush onto the stage with one step, but was stopped by a person next to him who looked like his master.

"What are you going to do? Now that you are making a move, you are remembered, don't you have less chance of winning when you perform martial arts competitions? ”

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and his steps did not move forward.

Actually, most of the Central Plains monks thought so. Now there are a lot of people who have participated in the martial arts exercises of the four countries, and those who are not here are here now, and there are opponents who will be selected during their own martial arts competitions. If you make a move now, you will let others take precautions in advance, and even find out your own flaws.

The people of the Western Xinjiang on the stage are hateful, but the compatriots in the Central Plains around them are the real opponents.

Qing Shui was supported by his younger brothers and sisters, looked around, and seemed to have guessed what everyone was afraid of, and a sad look appeared in his eyes.

"It's boring, it's boring......"

Yingkan was already a little tired of waiting on stage, and shook his head with disdain: "Central Plains people, a group of rats ......"

Before the words fell, I saw a black shadow flying!

"Bang!"

The black shadow smashed on the stage, and it turned out to be a heavy sword as tall as a person!

Immediately after, a heroic figure flew in and landed beside the heavy sword.

"Senior Sister Mu!"

A disciple of Chaowutang exclaimed in surprise.

The person who came was Mu Shengnan, who had just come out of the customs!

There were also monks from other sects who recognized her, and there was a burst of discussion.

"This is Mu Shengnan of the Cloud Sword Sect Chaowu Hall, really good demeanor!"

"This woman is also a famous genius among the younger generation in the Central Plains, will she represent the Cloud Sword Sect in the first round of the Four Kingdoms martial arts this year?"

When Yingkan saw someone coming to the stage, he was stunned at first, and after seeing that Mu Shengnan was a woman, his face was full of disdain.

"Are all the men in the Central Plains dead? How do you get a? ”

Immediately, Yingkan looked Mu Shengnan up and down, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile.

"Little girl. Ladies should take care of their babies and children at home, and serve good men in bed! What does a dancing knife look like? ”

"Less nonsense!"

Mu Shengnan pulled out his heavy sword, his eyes were like torches: "Don't be beaten by me, a Central Plains girl, crying dad and calling mom!" ”

She didn't have as many worries as those Central Plains monks, and when she heard that someone was insulting the Central Plains people, she only had one thought in her head-

Teach this Western Tartar who doesn't know the height of the sky!

"Interesting."

Yingkan casually threw away Qing Shui's sword and picked up the hammer.

At the same time, Mu Shengnan had already launched an attack, dragging the heavy sword and rushing in front of Yingkan in an instant, and when the head covered his face, he slashed down!

"Bell!"

Yingkan set up a long-handled hammer to resist. After a crisp sound of metal colliding, the whole person was shocked back a few steps.

Su Xiao watched from the audience. From Mu Shengnan's breath, she could feel that her cultivation had broken through from the seventh to the eighth level of the Golden Body Realm, and it seemed that the retreat was not in vain.

On the stage, Yingkan, who was shaken back, was a little stunned, and his expression became serious.

"You little girlie is kind of interesting......"

"Come again!"

The heavy sword and the hammer are exchanged, and the two on the stage start a big battle! In a short time, hundreds of rounds of confrontation have been fought, causing everyone in the audience to exclaim again and again, and even Su Xiao squinted his eyes and watched carefully.

After fighting for a while, Mu Shengnan seized the opportunity to raise his sword and slash again, slashing at Yingkan's head, and Yingkan also raised the long-handled hammer at the same time to resist and block the heavy sword that was chopped.

The two sides begin to wrestle! Mu Shengnan held the sword in both hands, gritted his teeth, and pressed the blade of the sword against Yingkan with all his might.

Yingkan on the opposite side was against the sword blade that was approaching him a little bit, and the corners of his mouth were indeed smiling.

"Little girl...... Delicious! I like it! You are qualified to be my concubine! ”

"Don't be jealous, the place of my big house is reserved for our princess! A Central Plains woman like you can be a concubine for Lao Tzu, but you can know that it is enough! ”

As he spoke, Yingkan glanced at the veiled woman sitting on the bamboo sedan chair again.

Strangely, after the Veil Girl and Yingkan met their eyes, there was a flash of deep disgust in their eyes.

Mu Shengnan sneered disdainfully: "Forget about the concubine, you Tartar is only worthy of being called a godmother of your aunt!" ”

"You-"

Yingkan was annoyed when he heard this, and he was about to attack. Mu Shengnan seized the opportunity to decisively give up wrestling, lifted his foot and kicked it Yingkan's chest, and at the same time jumped up with a backflip and retreated for a distance.

Yingkan was kicked back a few steps again, and after standing still, he only raised his hand and swept his chest nonchalantly.

"The mouth is amazing......"

Yingkan's smile became hideous: "Little Niangpi, you will soon know that there is no good end for the men who dare to disobey our grassland!" ”

After saying that, Yingkan kicked under his feet, rushed towards Mu Shengnan quickly, and swept with a hammer.

Mu Shengnan's eyes condensed slightly, and he hurriedly set up a heavy sword to resist. The long-handled hammer smashed into the sword with a loud "bang", directly knocking it back far away.

"Whew—who's afraid of whom? Come on, you tartar! ”

Mu Shengnan's momentum did not decrease, and he swung his sword again and rushed forward.

The two immediately started the second round of confrontation, but this time Yingkan was obviously more serious, and the heavy long-handled hammer kept smashing down, knocking Mu Shengnan back many times.

Although Mu Shengnan would also fight back from time to time, it was obvious that his strength had gradually become insufficient, and the swing speed of the heavy sword had also slowed down, and even several counterattacks had failed.

The Central Plains monks in the audience also became nervous, and everyone could see that the balance had tilted to the side of the Western Xinjiang people again, and some even covered their foreheads, looking unbearable.

"Don't mess with your breath, don't panic your steps!"

Seeing that Mu Shengnan was suppressed, a cold voice came from the audience.

"Don't swing your sword with brute force, use the center of gravity of your body to drive."

"The sword moves with the step, and the step moves at will!"