After the two sides reported to their homes, they saluted again, and Li Congwen took the lead in bullying himself and stabbed out with a sword.

This sword was used as a sword for the first time in Li Congwen's hands, and it made a cheering sound like breaking through the air.

Anson behaved as his name suggests, looking like I was inferior, standing still, just leaning his sword into a defensive stance.

This style made many of the sword masters present say a good voice, and saw that An Xun seemed to be hiding clumsy, so he waited for the opponent's sword move to run out of strength and was unable to fight back.

It's just that this trick must be extremely accurate in grasping the timing, otherwise the slightest deviation will fall into disadvantage everywhere, but Anson's unflustered appearance knows that this trick is extremely familiar.

An Xun is very confident in his family's swordsmanship, and the Anjia swordsmanship has made many people in the rivers and lakes fearful in Guanzhong, but it has declined in his generation.

He looked at Li Xiaoyang's pace and knew that this person had not been practicing swords for a long time, but he did not take it lightly, his sword moves were to make people relax, and he would never make the same mistake.

In general, it is rare to use your own blade to fight with your opponent's blade, because then you will have a gap in the most three hits.

Seeing that the other party did not move, Anson prepared to dodge sideways, and hid his sword at his waist and waited for the opportunity to fight back. Who knew that Li Xiaoyang seemed to recognize his sword, and stabbed at his own sword.

Anson didn't understand the use of stabbing his own sword, and was ready to use the spine of the sword to slide away from the blade.

He heard the sound of two swords colliding, so he no longer looked at the other party's sword, aimed at the left side of Li Xiaoyang's neck, and stabbed out with a sword.

An Xun's set of clouds and rivers flowed, and he was not shocked in his heart, and felt that he was not worthy of pride in defeating a person who had not practiced swords for a long time.

However, the next moment the calm on his face turned to consternation, and he saw that his sword had only one hilt left.

Not to mention stabbing people, hitting people with fists is much more lethal than this.

When the side of the neck is cold, the dust has settled.

He didn't answer what Li Xiaoyang said, and looked at the broken sword on the ground, a little incredulous.

He didn't feel a strong force coming from his hand, which meant that the opponent's strength had been dissipated, and even if he stabbed with all his strength, he would not directly stab his own sword.

"Can you please borrow a sword?" Anson thought it should be a question of the sword.

Li Congwen This is the first time to compete with others, and he is still a little overjoyed when he just wins, and when he hears that he wants to borrow a sword and throw it casually, he waves to Yang Xiaoyang and Lao Chen who applaud him very ungracefully, and the whistle in the audience is even louder.

Anson looked at the sword in his hand repeatedly, and he couldn't see that this was a peerless sword that was as sharp as clay. Striking with his own broken sword, the sound was even a little mixed, which was a manifestation of uneven iron.

Respectfully handed the sword back, clasped his fists and asked: "Brother Li, this sword is not a good sword, I don't know why my sword will be stabbed, please Brother Li for advice." ”

Li Congwen snatched the sword, put it back into the sheath, and said angrily: "Who said that I am not a good sword, I bought it for twenty taels of silver at the blacksmith shop in the capital before I went out." Although the Divine Sword is not counted, but I have a peerless Sword Sutra, what sword is not a Divine Sword in my hand?"

Yang Xiaoyang in the audience felt that this was the only time Li Congwen did not lose money, and obviously he also thought it was a good sword.

An Xun was stunned for a moment, he could imagine the smile of the blacksmith shop owner when he held the twenty taels of silver, and couldn't help laughing: "I started practicing family swordsmanship at the age of five, and I have been practicing it for ten or three years today. An felt that he had practiced the essence of swordsmanship, so he came to meet the heroes of the rivers and lakes for a while. Who knew that the first battle let me know that there were people outside the people.

Give more advice from Brother Li, and when I practice for another ten years, I will have the opportunity to compete with Brother Li again. ”

Li Congwen didn't know what politeness was, and patted An Xun on the shoulder; "You are as good as your name suggests, and you are very humble!"

An Xun was stunned for a moment, laughed, and was not disgusted by Li Xiaoyang's unkindness, but felt that this person was very real.

Li Congwen stepped down with eight steps in a whistle, and Yang Xiaoyang would have rolled his eyes in normal times, but at this time, he was a little anxious to ask Li Congwen to show him the sword.

Yang Xiaoyang decided that this was a good sword, a good sword that was too good, and he touched and knocked it, and he didn't know what he saw. He also handed it to Jingyuan and Lao Chen on the side, and circulated it to people like a baby.

It's just that Jingyuan clasped his hands together and shook his head, while Lao Chen flicked the sword and smiled behind him, and returned it to his son-in-law in Yang Xiaoyang's reluctant gaze.

The shouting on the stage started again, and I saw two more people on the stage.

After the two saluted, you came and went for a long time, and the good deeds in the audience continued to applaud, but there was no whistle.

Yang Xiaoyang suddenly remembered the matter of the brand, and asked Li Congwen: "Our two brands are issued together, why are the numbers so different?"

Li Congwen was proud, glanced at Yang Xiaoyang when he heard the words, and said: "This son's swordsmanship has just been completed, and he is anxious to confirm his thoughts, so he found someone to change the brand." Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, you have benefited me a lot from the battle with that ringing horse that day. ”

Yang Xiaoyang wanted to roll his eyes.

On that day, Li Congwen was thrown into, and he hadn't touched the sword in the past five days, and he didn't know how to start swordsmanship.

But thinking about Li Congwen's performance on the stage today, he couldn't help but turn it over, "What did you learn from me?"

"When you fight a man, you will win most of your battles by cutting off their blades. Yang Xiaoyang finally rolled his eyes, and he benefited a lot.

Just as Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, two unknown birds flew out from behind the shed, one flew to the capital and the other flew to the direction of Shuzhong.

The two of them fought fiercely on the stage, but no one could help anyone, and finally one of them was kicked in the abdomen and fell off the stage.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that the two of them had played a stick of incense for a while, and if they continued to fight at this speed, he would probably not be able to fight today.

There are more and more people competing on stage, and Yang Xiaoyang's eyes widen every time, hoping to learn both hands.

However, he didn't see anything after watching it for a long time, he only felt that the two sides were fighting very hard, and his desire to steal the teacher was in vain.

Seeing that the time has come, most people have two meals a day, and it is already time for dinner.

The emaciated middle-aged man who had announced the rules before came to the stage again and said loudly: "It's late today, and tomorrow will be the same." ”

It was only twenty-two in one day, and Yang Xiaoyang was also a little anxious and wanted to find someone to change the brand.

Li Congwen didn't care, "If you win, there will be a second round, what's the use of you in a hurry now?"

Yang Xiaoyang didn't know how he had the face to say such a thing.

Yang Xiaoyang was not hungry, so he proposed to walk around the city.

Li Congwen waved his hand and said in a chic manner: "My son is a little tired after a fierce battle today, so I will go back to the inn to rest first." ”

Yang Xiaoyang didn't believe that he would get tired after running three steps and waving his hand, and he didn't care about him.

In fact, Yang Xiaoyang also wanted to be lazy, but he couldn't stand listening to her complain when feeding Xiaodi every day, saying that he would stay in the inn for several days and not take her out to play.

Lao Chen also smiled and waved his hand, saying that he would not go either, and he would follow Gongzi.

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, and he didn't see that Lao Chen followed Li Congwen when he rode a horse with his dog for dozens of miles that night, and he was going to follow when he was resting at the inn today.

Fortunately, Jingyuan agreed, so Yang Xiaoyang carried the box side by side with Jingyuan, and picked a random direction and left.

It was a little strange for a man in a Taoist robe to walk with a monk, and passers-by saw it without sideways.

Yang Xiaoyang was a little uncomfortable, and said without words: "Jingyuan, you said that you want to cross the evil people in the world, how did you cross it?"

Jingyuan folded his hands eleven times at a shop selling chicken, and said something in his mouth, before turning to Yang Xiaoyang and saying, "Just send the wicked to hell." ”

Yang Xiaoyang thought he was joking, "If you send the wicked person to hell, will the King of the Earth Bodhisattva become a Buddha?" ”

Jingyuan didn't care about Yang Xiaoyang's disrespect for the Bodhisattva, and said with a smile: "If the wicked people sincerely repent, just let them out." ”

"What about the heinous man?"

"The poor monks will send them to samsara. ”

Yang Xiaoyang smiled, a little unconvinced, "Then what wicked people have you crossed all the way from Jiuhua?"

"The poor monk crossed one, and the man set fire to the enemy's family in the night for revenge. When the poor monk saw that he felt guilty, he sent him to the bronze pillar hell.

He was released only when he was truly repentant, and then he went to make a living with the enemy, a child who had escaped. ”

Yang Xiaoyang believed it when he saw that he was so serious.

The two of them had unconsciously arrived at the city wall, where most of the houses were low wooden houses, and they were all inhabited by poor families, as can be seen from the dilapidated houses.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that there was nothing to see here, and was about to go back, but was stopped by Jingyuan.

Yang Xiaoyang looked back at him suspiciously, and without waiting for him to ask, he heard Jingyuan say: "The poor monk thinks that there are wicked people here. ”

Yang Xiaoyang turned around blankly and looked around.

I saw women weaving cloth in the house, children playing and playing, and peddlers selling pears.

Then Jingyuan pointed to the old man selling pears and a young man next to him, and said softly, "There it is." ”