"Senior sister?"

Su Ningan's voice was a little hesitant.

As he spoke, some memories came to mind.

This is the Changlin Sword Sect, said to be the Sword Sect, which seems to be majestic, but in fact it is just an existence similar to a martial arts hall, with dozens of disciples, most of them are outer disciples who can get started by spending money, and the real core inner disciples are only two or three kittens.

Su Ningan is the third disciple, and the girl who called him senior brother is the daughter of the head of the family, Tong Lingya, who is the fourth in line.

He is an orphan, raised by the head of the family since he was a child, and is the same age as Tong Lingya, and there is nothing wrong with saying that he is a childhood sweetheart.

The Changlin Sword Sect is best at the Changlin Nineteen Swords, known as the unique skill of one sword light and cold nineteen states, and it will never be passed on except for the inner disciples of the lineage.

These memories came to mind and took root in an instant.

At the same time, some memories disappeared from Suningan's mind, as if the yellow crane heading south was gone.

The two images are replaced by each other, and they are very compatible.

For the loss of those memories, Suning Anxin didn't even have the slightest vigilance, so he naturally let them go.

In this way, the previous preparations were in vain.

Even if you try to escape your soul into the system panel, it's still useless.

Linghui is still shielded by weirdness, although Suningan maintains self-awareness, however, this self-awareness is strangely imposed on him, making him regard everything in the illusion as the real world, and his true self and memories are quietly blocked.

In this weirdly constructed world, the power of the rules that weird follows is everywhere.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you, don't be stunned, it's time for you to play......"

Play?

Suningan frowned slightly.

He twisted his neck vigorously and shook his head, shaking off the uneasiness that came out of nowhere, which in his opinion was related to the nervousness of the upcoming game.

Suningan looked around.

This is the place of the Changlin Sword Sect, that is, the martial arts training ground, there are some seats on the left and right, all of them are Tsing Yi short fights, and the opposite side is a blue power suit, and someone is holding a flag with the four big characters of the Qujiang Sword Sect written on it.

Kick the gym?

No!

It's just that the friendly sword faction comes to the door!

Whether it is a kick or a competition, the core is actually a competition, and it has a color head.

The inner disciples of the two sword sects will have a one-on-one ring battle, and the winner will get the right to pass on the merits and teach the art in Anle Fang, and the fees for certain businesses in that fang city will also be collected by the winning sword faction.

The term is one year, and next year a similar competition will be held to determine the ownership of Anle Fang.

Isn't this similar to an organized group fighting for territory, but it's just a shell of a martial arts competition!

The ring has entered the third round.

The first two rounds were one win and one loss for both sides.

In other words, whether or not you can win will determine whether the sect will eat meat and drink wine or eat bran and vegetables in the next year.

"Senior brother, be careful."

Tong Lingya's big eyes were full of worry.

"Your opponent is not Zhou Yan, but his brother Zhou Rui, although this Zhou Rui is a disciple of the Qujiang Sword Sect, but, listening to the senior brother, he only stayed in the Qujiang Sword Sect for a year, and then went to the county town, and he has been practicing in other sects for several years, and only returned to the sect a few days ago, what he is good at, what he is proficient in, we don't know anything......

"There is gossip that he is practicing in Shangjing Huafu and studying under the great sword master Gu Caizhi, and he is already a great consummation of the body refining realm."

"Hmm."

Suningan nodded.

The Great Perfection of the Body Refining Realm?

Isn't it amazing!

Looks like you're ......

This thought dissipated before it rose, Su Ningan took out his long sword and stared at the three-foot Qingfeng, his face was reflected on the bright sword blade, his brows wrinkled slightly unconsciously, and another thought passed through his mind.

How is it a sword?

What you're good at......

Again, this thought sank into my mind without the slightest ripple.

"Third child, come here."

Master Tong Yunge's voice sounded in his ears.

Su Ningan took two quick steps and came to Tong Yunge.

Tong Yunge, who was sitting on the Nanmu chair, had a short beard, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a solemn expression, not angry but mighty.

He looked Suningan up and down, his eyes worried.

"Third child, do your best, I can't support it, I allow you to surrender, no matter what, try not to get hurt and save your life......"

"Master......"

Su Ningan shouted.

Similar gambling battles, the Changlin Sword Sect and the Qujiang Sword Sect have been going on for more than ten years, the Changlin Sword Sect has fewer wins and more losses, especially in the past few years, almost every battle must be lost, and there is only a wall between Anle Fang and the Qilin Fang, the headquarters of the Changlin Sword Sect.

If you fail this time, if you lose again, even the fang market where the headquarters is located will be lost.

In that case, the Changlin Sword Sect can close its doors.

It is precisely because of the successive defeats that now, there are only three or two kittens among the inner disciples of the Changlin Sword Sect, and even those outer disciples who spend money to cultivate are greedy for cheap tuition, which is only one-third compared to the Qujiang Sword Sect.

However, the first few gambling fights have nothing to do with Suningan.

Although, he is the third senior brother, in fact, just like Tong Lingya, he started early, and he was a disciple of the Changlin Sword Sect when he was an infancy.

Now, the Changlin Sword Sect is in turmoil, the brothers are walking and dying, if he doesn't go to the ring, it will be Tong Lingya who will go to the ring.

What else can I do, I can only do it myself.

I never thought that the Qujiang Sword Sect knew that it was advisable to chase after the poor, so for this reason, an unknown strong man was transferred from the county seat, anyway, as long as the sign has been hung for more than a year, it is a member of the Qujiang Sword Sect, which can definitely stand up to scrutiny.

Now it seems that it was the right decision.

What the other party didn't expect was that the senior brother of the Changlin Sword Sect was willing to consume the source of life, and won a game with the tactics of burning all the jade and stones, and now, they still have hole cards, and the Changlin Sword Sect is the sixteen-year-old Su Ning'an, a disciple that Tong Yunge regards as his son, an unknown person.

"Remember, if you don't fight, stop immediately!"

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's good to be alive!"

Tong Yunge was afraid that Suning'an's young spirit would not retreat, so he told him again and again.

"Tong Zhangmen......"

The person who presided over the competition was Taishan Beidou-like figure of Quxian Wulin, Zhang Beicang swordsman from the county government, and the head of the six gates.

"Good!"

Tong Yunge couldn't delay any longer, so he could only nod and watch Su Ningan walk into the ring in the middle, and the concern in his eyes lingered for a long time.

In the ring, a young man in his twenties was already waiting a little impatiently.

He stared at Su Ning'an, his eyes were sharp and at the same time there was a strong sense of oppression, just like a beast staring at his prey, not because Suningan was young, but there was more evil.

While staring, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lower lip.