Chen Jingtang vs. Qiantang.

The dispute between the second brother and the third brother.

Qiantang has outstanding style, folding fan swaying gently, graceful and graceful.

Chen Jingtang's demeanor is a few points inferior to Qiantang, but his breakthrough sword is also a red face that many women appreciate his persistence, which woman doesn't want a person standing behind her who silently guards herself and loves herself, even if she doesn't like him so much.

Brothers fight, but just do their best, if they deliberately lose, it will destroy the brotherhood. Qian Tang and Chen Jingtang both know this truth very well, Xu Tianran tried his best to defeat Yelu Dashi, and the battle with all his strength is the real respect for brothers.

Qiantang is still the pinnacle of the second-grade realm, Chen Jingtang has entered the first grade, and the difference between the realms is worlds apart, but fortunately, Chen Jingtang has just entered the first grade, and the realm is unstable.

The battle between the eldest brother and the fourth brother is earth-shattering, what will happen to the battle between the second brother and the third brother?

Chen Jingtang's withered sword slowly came out of its sheath, and its spiritual power was as stable as a calm lake, seemingly undisturbed, but in fact, its spiritual power was as huge as the vast lake.

The Qiantang folding fan was thrown into the sky, and he stepped forward quickly, pushing it out with one palm, and the spiritual power rioted.

Chen Jingtang slashed the spiritual power of the riot with a sword, and Qiantang wandered around without fighting head-on. Chen Jingtang has always been concerned about the direction of the folding fan poppy beauty, and he deeply knows that Qiantang must have a deep meaning when hanging the folding fan in the air, and he dare not be careless.

Qiantang's body is weird, like a slippery loach is elusive, and in an instant, there are more than 50 moves, and Chen Jingtang can't even touch the corners of Qiantang's clothes.

Suddenly, the spiritual power rippled in the ring, like a boulder thrown into the calm lake, Chen Jingtang flew the sword sacrifice, no matter how fast the Qiantang body method was, it couldn't be faster than the flying sword, seeing that the flying sword was about to catch up with Qiantang, suddenly, Qiantang stabilized his body, pinched a spiritual energy ball in his left and right hands, and the sound of the spiritual power explosion sounded in his left hand, and the Kurong Sword deflected a few points with a sharp sword, slashing across Qiantang's cheeks.

The poppy who had been wandering in the ring suddenly seemed to lose control and floated down like a fallen leaf. Chen Jingtang's mind was one, he controlled the flying sword in detail, and he had to stare at the folding fan distractedly, and for a while, he was single-minded, and the Kurong sword turned around and stabbed at Qiantang, but Qiantang's body method changed, and he was distracted for a while, and the flying sword passed by Qiantang again.

Chen Jingtang stared at the falling poppy beauty with half of his consciousness, and never thought that Qiantang had quietly come to Chen Jingtang a few steps in front of him through the transformation of his body, and thought that the spiritual energy ball in Qiantang's right hand was used to deal with the flying sword, but he didn't expect to push it out with a palm, and the energy ball broke straight out of the air, hitting Chen Jingtang's vital point, and the explosion of the spiritual energy ball sounded, this move hollowed out Qiantang's spiritual power, and with a desperate move, Qiantang sat weakly on the ground.

Xu Tianran couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, the third brother was so loud, the folding fan was hanging in the sky just to involve the second brother's mind, the folding fan was really on the ground, and the bet was that the second brother stubbornly thought that the folding fan was a killing move, and then hid the killing move in the palm of his hand.

Seamless calculation, if it is a battle in the same realm, Qiantang will definitely win, but in the battle of jumping into the realm, Qiantang is still a little weaker.

The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and Chen Jingtang's hair was messy, and his upper body was in tatters, revealing his strong muscles that crisscrossed the ravines. Qian Tang shook his head and sighed, "It's still a little weaker, second brother, I admit defeat." ”

Chen Jingtang actually laughed heartily, "I didn't expect the whole battle to be in your planning, the second brother is not a martial artist, if I don't enter the first grade today, it seems that I will definitely lose." ”

Qian Tang slowly picked up the poppy beauty on the ground, and said with a smile: "If you lose, you lose, the second brother doesn't have to comfort me, the second brother's strength is better than me, if you don't have a plan, you will definitely lose, and you can't imagine that no matter how perfect the plan is, it can't match the gap in strength." This battle was hearty, and although he was defeated, his heart was refreshed. ”

Chen Jingtang looked at each other and smiled.

Qiantang said leisurely: "Second brother, help help one, I can't walk." ”

Chen Jingtang helped the third brother up and got out of the ring together, Chen Jingtang showed his strength, and Qiantang showed his wisdom. The avenue is long, no one cares about the victory or defeat for a while, the four brothers of Guandi Temple, the fourth brother won the eldest brother, and the second brother won the third brother.

Li Kedi stared at Xu Tong with deep eyes, and glanced at the four brothers, each of them is talented, and he must try his best to keep them, why worry about the great cause?

Li Kedi looked at him, and a white-faced eunuch Zhao Zhen appeared, standing beside King Jin.

Li Kedi said softly: "Can there be four spy reports from Xu Tong, Qiantang, Ye Lushi, and Chen Jingtang?"

The white-faced eunuch looks like he is no more than twenty years old, but he can't see the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power in his body, he seems to be an ordinary person, he must not be an ordinary person, Zhao Zhenqian bowed his head and reported one by one: "Xu Tong, there is no such person's name in the rivers and lakes, the slave maid checked his entry into the city, the name is indeed Xu Tong, but the document is new, and it is very likely that it is not his real identity." Qiantang is a child of the side branch of the Gusu Qian family, who first entered the rivers and lakes and is not famous. Ye Lushi is more mysterious, unwritten and nameless, but his saber bodhisattva barbarian slave maid was slightly heard of in his early years. The Bodhisattva is the murderous knife of the Northern Mastiff Jianghu, known as drinking half of the blood of the rivers and lakes with a knife, and the fierce knife is in the world, which is regarded as a bad omen by the Northern Mastiff Jianghu. The slave maid looked at Ye Lushi's face, although he was fluent in Middle-earth Mandarin, but his face was not like a person from Middle-earth, and it was very likely that he was from the Northern Mastiff Jianghu. Chen Jingtang is the elder brother of our Jinyang Kurong Sect, and the prince should have heard of it in his early years. ”

Li Kedi sighed lightly, "How did four people with different identities become brothers of the opposite sex." However, these four people are the pillars of talent, if they can be used by me, it is the luck of the Great Jin and the world. ”

The white-faced eunuch said calmly: "Rong Nuwen will investigate deeply, and then report to the prince." ”

Li Kedi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhen, how many times have you said it, don't call me the prince, call me the son, after so many years, there are not many old people left around, the more you scream, the more angry you are, I don't listen to it." ”

Zhao Zhen smiled charmingly, "Childe, this is not very public, it is not good to call it so, I am afraid that the rules will be broken." ”

"Between you and me, there are rules, you go to investigate first, remember that God is not aware of ghosts, they are all geniuses, and they all have some stinky tempers, we have to be a corporal. ”

"Childe, obey. ”

Zhao Zhen's figure disappeared on the spot.

Wang Erzhu vs. Lu Shujing.

The crowd was noisy and the girls screamed.

Wang Erzhu never gave his best all the way, and won easily. Lu Shujing is about the first strong enemy, and the audience thinks so.

Xu Tianran didn't think so in his heart, just like Lao Bai and Mr., did Mr. lose to Lao Bai in his previous life because he was weak? Who knows that Lao Bai has no defeat in his life, and he can't despise the loser because the opponent is strong, maybe the loser is much more powerful than you think.

Lu Shujing slowly put on the gun head to break the gun, and replaced it with a new gun, which was originally a wooden gun with full toughness and smart marksmanship.

An iron spear stands in the ring, like the Qilian iron spear gate, proudly standing in the Qilian Mountains for thousands of years, and the disciples have fought on the battlefield, and the horse leather is shrouded.

Wang Erzhu held his sword and hugged his fists, and reported his name: "Langya Wang Erzhu, Saken Lanting." ”

Lu Shujing was full of pride, "Qilian Lu Shujing, the spear broke for a while." ”

Lu Shujing's iron gun is extremely heavy, but his marksmanship is extremely smart, and the tip of the gun is inspired. It seems like a simple shot, and there are endless variations in it.

Wang Erzhu avoided without fighting, jumped up, backed by the fifteenth full moon, Lanting unsheathed, and said with a slight smile: "Langya Wang, calligraphy into the Tao, calligraphy is swordsmanship, swordsmanship is calligraphy." ”

Lanting seems to splash ink, sprinkle a long sword as a pen, copy the book saint Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection", Wang Erzhu's real ability to press the bottom of the box.

Every time Wang Erzhu writes a word, the word strikes Lu Shujing like a flying sword, Wang Erzhu is arrogant, word after word, sword after sword, Lu Shujing wields a spear, and shoots down the flying words one by one.

However, Wang Erzhu wrote faster and faster, and the book business was full of spirit, with ten lines of a sword, but in just a few breaths, Lu Shujing gradually lost his support, and dozens of places on his body were injured by the flying sword of Xingshu, Lu Shujing knew that Wang Erzhu had already shown mercy to his subordinates, and he did not have the face to resist.

However, in half of "Lanting Collection", Lu Shujing quickly admitted defeat, "I can't imagine that there is such a chic swordsmanship in the world, and I won't lose unjustly." ”

Wang Erzhu smiled and greeted, "Accept." ”

Xu Tianran's heart is rolling, lying in the groove, writing a word can also practice swords, his earthworm crawling words are divided according to the realm of martial arts, probably can only be ranked at the end of the nine grades, it seems that he has to find a free time to practice words in the future, otherwise he will become famous overnight and walk the rivers and lakes, Guanlan world's famous places, if people kindly invite themselves to inscribe as a souvenir, it is really difficult.

Question, I'm afraid of polluting the beautiful scenery of one side, don't ask the question, it seems that the score is not faced.

It seems that in the future, I will have to find an opportunity to get close to Wang Erzhu, learn a word, and take precautions.

The audience was crowded, and burst into thunderous cheers, especially those who read the book shouted the most enthusiastically, most of them couldn't understand the swordsmanship, but the calligraphy could still comment on one or two. Although Wang Erzhu is a monk, he is also a scholar, and he has become an idol in the hearts of thousands of scholars.

If you practice calligraphy and practice, you will practice the top ten on the Qingyun list, which is about the dream of readers all over the world.

Who said, there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book.

How many people read and read, but they didn't read it in the Golden House, and Yan Ruyu didn't read it, and they were gray and destitute.

Mr. once said that the best person in the world is a scholar, and the worst person in the world is also a reader.

Scholars get better, that's from the inside out.

Scholars are bad, and they have been bad throughout the ages.

Mr. said, in fact, the level of learning has nothing to do with the good and evil of human nature, why do people in the world think that there are more good people among the scholars?

For example, among eunuchs and scholars throughout the ages, the ratio of good people to bad people is not much different, but how many good eunuchs can be recorded in the official history and praised by future generations? And a small number of eunuchs who are extremely evil have become dynastic sinners who have been criticized by scholars and have been stinking for thousands of years.

Among the scholars, there are wicked people who will be recorded in history and spurned by future generations. However, the history written by the reader will record the good deeds of more readers in the history books, and it will be passed on forever.

The gentleman sighed: In this way, there are many bad people who look like eunuchs, and there are many good people who look like good people. Whoever holds the pen has the right to speak.