Jiangnan, Yizhou City, Ninghuai River

"Oh, the son is really duplicitous, saying that he likes to watch the slave family drink, why don't you pour wine for the slave family?"

"But... I've already drunk all the wine. ”

In a flat boat on the Ninghuai River, a woman in red was resting on the crook of a young man's arm, pulling his ears and asking for wine. Yun Musheng looked helplessly at the sound girl in her arms, and she looked extremely cute when she changed her usual bookish atmosphere.

Suddenly, Yun Musheng vaguely felt that a pair of eyes were staring at him in the bushes on the shore not far away, so he quietly gathered his qi in his hand, and suddenly shot a qi blade there.

Then a young swordsman flew out of the bush, and Yun Musheng couldn't see his face clearly in the night, but he looked like he had seen it somewhere.

I saw that the young man's steps were light like a dragonfly dotting the water, and he took a few steps from the river, and then stood on the bow of the boat like a fallen leaf, and when he looked closely, he found that it was the son of Xu Wenxiu's knees, Xu Chang'an.

"Oh, I was found out by you, sister, you are drinking again, and you are so drunk, Dad should talk about you again when he finds out."

Xu Changan helplessly looked at Qiu Yuwei who was drunk in Yun Musheng's arms in front of him, Yun Musheng looked at his demeanor and tone of voice, but he looked like a young man who had not dried up and was honest, but he didn't expect to have such a light function floating on the water.

"Aren't you Xu Wenxiu's son, how can you call her a sister?"

Yun Musheng was a little curious, and secondly, he also had a good impression of the honest young man in front of him, so he took the initiative to talk to him.

Xu Changan also smiled honestly and said: "Eh, hehe, brother-in-law is smiling, the hall owners and the landlords of our Tianji Building are like brothers, and those of us who are juniors are naturally brothers and sisters." ”

"Xu boy! Don't shout! ”

Xu Changan's brother-in-law woke up Qiu Wei's wine, although Yun Musheng said that he was helping Qiu Wei, but he had a lot more good impression of this young swordsman in his heart, but he didn't expect this honest and honest appearance to give birth to a happy mouth.

The cruise ships on the Ninghuai River have almost left, the two of them have drunk the wine, and the excitement is exhausted, it should be the time to return to the boat late, just like the woman who strayed into the depths of the lotus flower in a dream, if she also had that did not drink, but only appreciated the beauty of the goose word accompaniment, I don't know if you can still see the startled beach of gulls and herons...

Jiangnan Yizhou City Dengjian Conference Venue

The sound of chimes resounded over Yizhou, the vibration of the drums shook everyone's spirits, and the long-awaited quarterfinals were in full swing in the venue.

The playing field is not like yesterday, and the small rings that have been cut into four pieces have been merged into one big ring.

After Ye Qianqiu read out the relevant matters of today's game, he began to draw lots for the first round of the quarterfinals, only to see that the names of the eight players were engraved on eight wooden boards, and were inserted in a circular turntable, with a pointer in the middle of the turntable, and the two players who pointed to it twice in a row were the people who were going to play in the first round.

The eight players also sat on the eight specially prepared seats in the front row of the venue, and if anyone was drawn, they would even have to go on stage.

Yun Musheng and the rest of the people walked towards their seats one after another, but when they entered, they suddenly felt a long-lost cold air in the air, which was the unique breath on the body of Hua Yun's disciples, could it be that there were people from the same sect who also came to this venue today? Thinking of this, Yun Musheng was even more determined to win the game.

I saw Ye Qianqiu grab the side of the turntable, turn it hard, the turntable quickly turned, and the names of the eight players on it became blurred, and everyone in the arena stared at the turntable.

The handwriting gradually became clear, and when the roulette wheel stopped, the pointer pointed to the wooden card of the word day, and when he pulled it out, it was the four elephant swordsman of Tianxuanzong - Situ Zhao.

"Come on, junior brother! You can't let my brother lose face! If you win, I'll ask Master to allow you to copy a few pages of scripture! ”

A sudden, laughable cheer suddenly sounded from the seating area of Tianxuanzong, and Yun Musheng didn't need to look back to know that it was Xuanzong's famous living treasure Ji Chopping Jade that day.

Situ Zhao was already shy, and when he was called by Ji Qiyu like this, he was even more embarrassed, so he had to endure the laughter from the audience and go to the ring.

Ye Qianqiu continued to spin the roulette, and at this time, Mo Yuqing, who was sitting next to Yun Musheng, changed his usual composure and became a little nervous.

As far as he is concerned, to be able to qualify from the group stage to the quarterfinals, the mission has been accomplished, and then as long as it is not too ugly to lose, he will have to get by.

But if you run into Tianxuanzong, who has always been at odds with the Yaochi Sect, once you lose, according to Miao Chenglan's temper, you don't know what kind of person you will be made of, after all, the name of the little demon girl when she was young was not for nothing.

But there will always be some dramatic links on the field, who knows that the turntable pointer happened to stop in the crack between the word "Yao" and the word "Hua", and you don't need to pull out the sign to know that the word "Yao" must be Mo Yuqing representing Yao Chizong, and the word "Hua" is Yun Musheng of Huayun.

Ye Qianqiu was also very embarrassed when he saw this scene, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't tell which side the pointer was more inclined towards, Yun Musheng knew Mo Yuqing's thoughts in his heart, and immediately stood up and arched his hand and said: "Master Ye, the younger generation doesn't feel that the pointer is more inclined to the word "Hua", so the younger generation will face this Situ brother."

Ye Qianqiu was naturally happy to see someone break the siege, but that day, Xuanzong's conspicuous bag happened to have to jump out at this time, and he mocked everyone in the Yaochi Sect: "Yaochi, which is still the three major sects, still needs a down-and-out sect to come out to support it, oops, it is the same three major sects, Ji is really ashamed." ”

Although Miao Chenglan is the sect master, she has been known as a little demon girl who is not afraid of heaven and earth since she was a child, and she can remain calm and mature in terms of major rights and wrongs, but at this time, how can she stand such humiliation from Ji Qiyu.

Mo Yuqing looked back at Miao Chenglan's eyes, it was okay not to look at it, this look made him shiver.

The last time I saw the sect master's eyes like this, it was when Yun Qingya was drunk and had other warblers and Yanyan flowers and branches, and then I didn't know what tricks Miao Chenglan used, so that Yun Qingya was stunned when he saw Goolan Tile.

Mo Yuqing didn't dare to offend this "demon girl", so she had to stand up and take the initiative to take over the battle.

Ye Qianqiu didn't have any opinions, and the audience in the venue was even more coaxing, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement.

The two of them stood in the ring one left and one right, don't look at these two people on weekdays, one is shy and the other is light, this battle is on the stage of the martial arts competition, and the sword is shown, which is quite imposing.

As the third chime rang, I heard Situ Zhao suddenly shout: "Seven Residences in the South, Lingguang!" ”

Drawing the sword in his hand, it flew towards Mo Yuqing like a bird, and unlike other swords, this blade was actually red. Mo Yuqing was also unflustered, and the folding fan in his hand took Situ Zhao's fiery sword move like a dragonfly.

After several collisions, Mo Yuqing suddenly found that there were a few more scorch marks on the folding fan in his hand, and it seemed that the red blade was not an appearance, but a really extremely hot temperature.

Seeing this situation, he also began to get serious, Situ Zhao's sword in his hand made it difficult for Mo Yuqing to get close, so he started to make a fuss from the limbs closest to him.

Mo Yuqing held his breath and condensed, carefully perceiving and familiarizing himself with the sword moves of the four elephant swords, when a sword turned around and slashed, he pretended to fan to resist, and then flicked his arm and drew an arc, dodging a sword while hitting Situ Zhao's shoulder well and Taiyuan two holes.

Situ Zhao's body stiffened for a while, revealing a flaw, and Mo Yuqing found the right time to immediately point towards his abdomen, but who knew that he was blocked by his sword blade.

Mo Yuqing was stunned in his heart, he could recover in an instant from the paralysis of his body caused by the point of the well point in his shoulder, and Fang Cai's blow gave Mo Yuqing a feeling as soft as flowing water, not like Fang Cai's dry firewood.

I saw that Situ Zhao's sword body changed from blazing red to blue, and his whole body posture was as flexible as a snake when attacking, and as tough as a turtle when he was attacking.

"The Seven Houses of the North, Zhiming!" As Situ Zhao shouted, Mo Yuqing suddenly felt that his offensive was no longer as strong as before, but he couldn't touch half of his body.

Just when Mo Yuqing's heart was a little anxious, Situ Zhao suddenly got up and drew his sword, and shouted again: "Western Seven Nights, Prison Soldiers!" ”

Then there was a sudden burst of killing aura, which caught Mo Yuqing off guard, and the folding fan in his hand was split in an instant. Yun Musheng in the audience, like the audience, was very worried when he watched it.

The blade of the sword turned from blue to white, different from when it was red, the move was more swift and the murderous aura was more profound, and Mo Yuqing, who had lost the folding fan in his hand, could only dodge with his bare hands, and many of them had been wounded by the sword several times.

After several rounds, Mo Yuqing was forced to a dead end, and there was no way to dodge, Situ Zhao used the last sword, only to see him stab at Mo Yuqing suddenly with the momentum of the white tiger...