The two-day period passed in an instant.

Before the sword fight was about to start, Xiao Hu finally went to Xiao Si's gambling booth.

"Xiaohu, come to buy your senior brother again?"

Xiao Si and his subordinates laughed together - they didn't want Xiao Hu to buy Li Chun to lose, and now it seems that Li Chun's chances of winning are very small, and he has raised the odds to eight to one, so as to attract a lot of bets.

As long as Li Chun loses, he, the banker, will win a lot steadily.

Li Chunying, how is it possible?

"I'm here to bet on the big brother to win!"

Xiao Hu gritted his teeth and threw down a bag of silver, "Here is fifty-five taels, fourth brother, you count!"

"Oh?"

Of course, Xiao Si hopes that others will bet on Li Chun, and the more he bets, the more he wins, but Xiao Hu also bet more than 100 taels on Li Chun last time to lose, but it is a little strange that he changed his position after three days.

He glanced at the bag of silver, picked it up and handed it to his subordinates, with a mocking smile, "Xiaohu, I naturally welcome you to send silver again, last time you didn't dare to bet that your senior brother would win, this time you were confused, tsk......"

Anyway, he made up his mind to leave, and since the silver was in his hands, he naturally didn't have to worry about Xiaohu regretting it.

"Hmph, fourth brother, wait and see this time!"

Xiao Hu took the receipt of the gambling stall, only left one sentence, and hurried away.

Xiao Si's subordinates came to his side, "Fourth brother, will it be weird?"

"How is it possible?" Xiao Si sneered and waved his hand, "This Xiaohu is a bad gambler, although he is Li Chun's junior brother, but he lost so much last time, and he didn't see any insider information, I don't know where to get the silver this time, see that I have high odds and want to turn it over, his silver, we will accept it politely!"

He's confident!

In fact, in this sword fight, except for the people from the Qingling Pavilion, most of the people believed that Lieba would definitely win.

Even those who are sword-bearers are no exception.

Although their tastes are different from those of the general public, after all, they have also been immersed in kendo for many years, and they know what swordsmanship is good, but they can probably guess how to win or lose.

Li Chun has only studied swords for three years in total, which is incomparable on the foundation.

Even though he can create a subtle swordsmanship, in the actual combat of fighting and consumption, he is more than lucky.

However, even if Li Chun loses, it will not have much impact on them, and the only hope of these sword masters is that when Li Chun loses, he will still be able to maintain the demeanor of three days ago, so that their evaluation will still not change.

"Mr. Ancient, you're early!"

"Old man Gu is very good!"

In the sword fighting arena, the sword masters took their seats one after another, and they greeted Mr. Gu who was sitting in the center, but Mr. Gu closed his eyes slightly, just nodded lightly in response.

The sword fighting meeting was originally to invite an old qualified swordsman like Mr. Fudo Gu as a judge, but because the sword discussion three days ago was also presided over by him, one guest did not bother the two masters, and he praised Li Chun's sword moves a lot, so he reluctantly came.

But the thought of watching an ugly sword fight really didn't interest him.

The people in the Qingling Pavilion, led by Lu Manniang, had already sat down early, probably only they were full of confidence in Li Chun, and the little junior sister combed two pigtails and stood on the chair looking forward to it.

"Why hasn't Senior Brother come yet?"

She anxiously asked the senior brother next to her.

"He's not afraid of losing face, he's not afraid to come, hahahahaha!"

An annoying voice came from behind him, and Lie pulled out the big sword on his back, and entered proudly, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

The angry and frustrated appearance of the defeat three days ago was completely gone, and with a more unruly momentum on his body, Lu Manniang glanced at him, frowning slightly.

"Lieba, don't be rude!"

Yue Tian Eagle Skin walked in without smiling, and nodded to Lu Manniang, "Pavilion Master Lu, my apprentice is not polite, don't be surprised......"

He tilted his head and swept his gaze, "It's just, Li Chun, this kid, is it really not here yet?"

Lu Manniang smiled slightly, "Don't bother the hall master, the sword fight after three days was proposed by Li Chun himself, he should bathe in the fragrant soup at this time and prepare for this sword fight!"

Thinking of Li Chun's nonsense that day, Lu Manniang wanted to laugh, but several sword masters felt that it made a lot of sense, and even spread it widely, wanting to use this as a fixed rule before the sword competition.

A hint of anger flashed across Lieba's face, and he clenched his fists, gritting his teeth and holding back.

After a while, as long as it takes a while, Li Chun can struggle and beg for mercy under his sword, and all the humiliation he has suffered in the past few days can be recovered!

Li Chun, you wait!

He made up his mind in his heart, snorted coldly, and walked into the ring with a calm face.

And at this time, Li Chun was running on the mountain road!

"It's late-it's--"

His hair was disheveled and disheveled, he waved his hands desperately, and his steps were very large, like a gust of wind, he rushed across the stone path down the mountain, bringing up a puff of dust and smoke.

"Oversleeping kills people!"

Li Chun is not bathing in fragrant soup, he stayed up all night to practice swords, and finally completely ate the three styles of the weak willow Fufeng swordsmanship, and after being happy, he went home to sleep, who knew that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would have been three poles in the sun, if it wasn't for the fire to wake him up, he was afraid that he might not wake up until the end of the sword fight!

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In the sword fighting arena, there was silence.

Everyone has arrived, only Li Chun has not yet appeared.

"Why hasn't Senior Brother come yet?" The senior brothers couldn't help but start muttering, although Lu Manniang's expression was still calm, but she couldn't help but feel a little worried in her heart.

"Pavilion Master Lu!"

The sword master who served as the host of the sword discussion last time cleared his throat and opened his mouth to ask Lu Manniang.

"Li Chun hasn't come yet, what's going on? Now that the time for sword fighting has come, if he doesn't arrive within fifteen minutes, then it will be judged that your Qingling Pavilion will be defeated without a fight!"

"It's just that you can't do the most basic punctuality, this is not the quality that a swordsman should have!"

Yue Tianying shook his head and said sarcastically.

Lu Manniang raised her eyebrows and stood up, "Masters, please Haihan, it is precisely because Li Chun attaches importance to this sword fight that he will prepare for a longer time, before the time limit, he will definitely come, please rest assured!"

Her face was calm, but her hands were sweating.

"Xiaochun, it doesn't matter if you can't beat others, but don't come...... Defeat without a fight, but a stain on the road to the future that you can't afford!"

A swordsman can be defeated, he can die, but he can't escape.

If you flinch in the face of a fight, it is a shame that will never be erased!

The people in the Qingling Pavilion were very anxious, but the Yue Tianying of the Thunderbolt Hall was secretly happy in their hearts.

He's a very practical person, and it's certainly best to be able to win without a fight, so that there is no risk at all. On the contrary, Lieba is young in the end, although he has a middle-aged face, but he is not enough to have a city government, Li Chun does not come, he is also in a hurry.

Lieba wants to prove himself, if Li Chun doesn't come, what is the convincing power of the record?

"It's okay, as long as Li Chun dares to come, I can wait a little longer!"

He gritted his teeth, but instead opened his mouth to intercede for Li Chun.

"Lieba! Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Yue Tianying was complacent, and suddenly heard his stupid apprentice start to stop talking but his brain again, and he couldn't help but sink his face and scolded.

Lieba closed his mouth with a bitter face, since he discussed the sword with Li Chun, he really said that everything was wrong, either he was reprimanded by the sword master, or he was scolded by the master, and the depression in his heart was naturally incomprehensible.

He had an evil fire in his belly, and he couldn't talk back to his master, of course, he could only vent it on Li Chun's body.

"This bastard, he hasn't come yet!" Lieba scolded in his heart, clenching his fists.