As soon as I thought of this, everyone suddenly realized.

These five conditions, it just so happens that Kong Wen meets each of them, if Xunmen is not intentional, it is really unbelievable. All of a sudden, many people were indignant in their hearts, secretly thinking that Xunmen's martial arts competition seemed to be generous and generous to recruit heroes from all over the world, but in fact, it was a change of method to test Qingfeng Pavilion.

Of course, this is just some people's speculation, and more people firmly believe that Xunmen is indeed recruiting a wishful husband for their own young lady.

However, under the repeated attacks of a group of heroes in the rivers and lakes, Miss Xun stood like a god of war, which made a group of sons and brothers who usually boasted of being geniuses suffer enough, and they couldn't help but secretly praise Miss Xun for being worthy of being Xunmen, which was extraordinary.

The so-called loser can't lose the battle, and everyone can't get a bargain in their hands, so they naturally want to tease this beautiful girl on their lips, so they took out the name of the woman on the list in private when a group of big men shook their heads and commented on the pink list, and called her "Seven Girls".

Xun Wushuang was extremely disgusted with this title, she already looked down on these so-called heroes and sons of the scholars, thinking that they were just relying on some ability, and they were still some lust embryos chasing fame and fortune in their bones.

Since then, Miss Xun has been more ruthless, most of those who come to power will be beaten without a few hands, if the surrender is not timely, be careful that you can't get out of bed for three days.

Therefore, gradually the attackers began to become fewer and fewer, and the last two days combined were less than ten people, and it was no surprise that all of them returned with a feather, but in exchange for the increasing reputation of Xunmen, which made more and more people watching the lively rivers and lakes.

All of a sudden, Xicheng, which originally had fewer people, had a faint tendency to be able to compete with Dongcheng.

Today, it's noon.

The scorching sun is high in the middle, and the streets in summer are extremely hot, but as the ring opens, more and more people rush to hear the news.

People are more and more curious to know who else can pick the big red hydrangea ball hanging on the Xunmen door plaque.

After about a stick of incense, Xun Wushuang standing on the stage was quite bored, she stared at a pair of bright apricot eyes, crossed her waist and looked down at the crowd under the stage, a sneer crossed the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but sneer: "Why, no one dares to come up today to compete with Miss Ben?" A group of stinky men, the cowhide on their mouths will sound loudly, this is a real knife and a real gun, but the voice is smaller than a little, ahhaha!"

When everyone heard this, they were ashamed and angry, and they wanted to make a joke to cover their faces, but they were warned again, and they were like a fish in their throats for a while, and they were extremely uncomfortable, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.

In addition to the anger in their hearts, many people began to look at the spectators next to them, and then pushed each other.

One of the young men said to a swordsman on the side: "I see that you are in a long shirt with a sword on your back, and you look resolute and upright, why are you hiding under the stage and shrinking your head to be a bad seed?"

The swordsman hurriedly took three steps back, and said modestly: "No, no, no, I am a hero from the platform, you are a hero, look at your dress, you must be a disciple of which sect, why don't you go to the stage to fight, in order to promote the prestige of the sect?"

The young man sighed, "Well, it's not that I don't want to, but because I already have a family down there......"

In the crowd, another teenager with a long wooden box turned his head to a handsome young man and said, "This eldest brother, the younger brother sees that you are so good-looking, and he can poke the heart of the little and middle seven girls in the future, why don't you go on stage and give it a try?"

"No, no, no. The handsome young man waved his hand again and again, and said: "The foolish brother is just a scholar in white, I think the virtuous brother is young and promising, there must be a peerless sword hidden in this box, and he is also a good hand, how can he bear to be provoked by a woman like this time?"

The young man with the box slapped his forehead and said bitterly: "The eldest brother doesn't know, the younger brother is really not good at swordsmanship, and what I put in this box is a knife." If it weren't for that, she would have come to the stage to fold her majesty!"

......

Conversations like this are endless, and Mo Jun only feels a pain in his abdomen, and he can't help himself from laughing.

And Mo Jun is because of his dress, and because of his ordinary appearance, when people's eyes pass over him, they naturally ignore this person and will not take another look, so no one will bother him.

Mo Junle's purity bought a pot of tea from the business-minded vendor who was selling it here, and drank it by himself, with a stronger smile in his eyes.

The dart that the girl in green clothes just threw on the platform on his viewing platform was quite powerful, and the faint aura that emanated from the dart was extremely clear in Mo Jun's opinion, obviously this girl's seemingly random move was just right, and her comprehension of the qi and the blade was extremely extraordinary.

Mo Jun secretly estimated it, guessing that the girl in Tsing Yi was at least a third-grade cultivator in the Transformation Realm, and as for how far she had got, she had to see when she really made a move.

This girl is only sixteen years old, and her talent is rare in the world. Mo Jun said that even he was back then might be a little better than her.

The sons and daughters of Lord Shangshu are really amazing.

After another stick of incense, no one in the audience dared to fight.

The girl in Tsing Yi on the stage blinked her eyes and looked into the distance, her eyes were gloomy, and the look of disappointment flashed, and then she sighed, and once again resumed her previous domineering, her nose exhaled, and she snorted: "It's really boring, if no one dares to attack again, then let's stop today, it just so happens that Miss Ben is also tired." ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly became commotionous.

Whether it is the local residents of Langya or the people from outside the rivers and lakes, although they all came to see the autumn event, but it was also after the autumn, and now it is quite boring to be idle here, and they are counting on watching this play every day.

What's more, how can a group of big men tolerate being humiliated like a young girl?

Everyone began to push desperately, shouting and insulting one after another, and most of them shouted "What kind of man are you!"

The girl's eyes became more and more disdainful.

Under the rendering of such an atmosphere, a warrior finally stood up.

He was no more than twenty years old, and he was handsome, with a short upper body, a long hem, a sword on his back, and a resolute stride with his fists clenched.

There was a burst of cheers in the crowd, and people began to wave their flags and shout for the young man, as if he was the one who went on stage to win the hydrangea and marry the beauty.

The young man turned around and smiled shyly, arching his hand, which was regarded as a salute, and he did not want to live up to everyone's expectations. Then he looked at the girl in Tsing Yi opposite, bowed slightly, and when his mouth opened slightly and was about to report his name, he was interrupted by the girl mercilessly.

The girl scratched him and said contemptuously: "Miss Ben doesn't have to know the name of the weak, Miss Ben only has one move, and she will let you get off the stage, if you don't want to be embarrassed, Miss Ben advises you, run now, it's still too late." ”

A drop of sweat dripped down the cheeks from the young man's forehead, and he only felt that his scalp was numb, and his back was cold, but the matter had come to this point, and he had come up, and now he went down, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing? At the same time, he was also angry in his heart, although he was just here to drag out some time, but this Miss Xun couldn't help but look down on herself too much, so she had to make her suffer a little!

"Miss Xun, that's rude below. ”

The young man held his head high, his waist was straight, and his decisive color was displayed on his face, with a posture of giving up no one.

He reached out and pressed the hilt of his sword, slowly drawing the long sword from behind his back, his eyes becoming fierce as the blade unsheathed.

Xun Wushuang hooked his fingers at him lightly, and the double swords straddling his waist never moved.

As if he had been humiliated in some way, the young man roared, lowered his body, bowed his back slightly, turned his front feet and ankles, and kicked the ground violently, and his figure suddenly shot out like a bow and arrow, pointing directly at the girl in Tsing Yi!

The young man knew that he was not the opponent of the girl in Tsing Yi, so he planned to strike first, and as soon as he made a move, it was his most chilling blow.

In just an instant, the black shadow swept in front of the woman, causing an exclamation from the audience. In their opinion, this speed is already extremely fast, and they can't imagine that this young man is not outstanding, but he still has such ability, and they immediately increased their confidence and applauded him.

The young man shouted, and his momentum suddenly rose, and the blade of the sword in his hand was wrapped in a violent aura, and it slashed straight down the girl's shoulder, the speed of the sword and the fierceness of the force, it can be described as merciless.

However, in the eyes of the girl, this blow was pitifully slow.

The girl's thin mouth raised an imperceptible arc on one side, and the jade foot of the silver boots lightly touched the ground, and passed a few points backwards, and the blade of the sword almost slashed to the end against her clothes, but after all, it was split into the air.

Where Jian Feng passed, a gust of wind blew up, lifting the girl's close-fitting short skirt into a corner, and only a piece of white remained in the pupils of the audience watching the audience, so they shouted even more happily.

The girl raised her proud head, and the ponytails on both sides flew up, and I saw her turn her palm into a fist, and then with a fist, stretching out a green index finger, and in a moment she had gathered all her strength here, and then shot quickly, and pointed at the young man's shoulder at a speed that was almost invisible.

The aura in the sky was attached to his fingers, turning into an incomparably sharp blade, and with a single blow, it completely pierced the young man's shoulder, and a long blood flower flew up.

The boy screamed, and the figure flew upside down, falling heavily outside the ring with his back on his back.

He struggled to get up, but the sword path made of aura had already hit his body along the wound on his shoulder, stirring him with an unbearable sharp pain, this pain went straight to his head, extremely domineering, the young man felt suffocated, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

With just one blow, the winner was already decided, and the girl didn't say much.

Everyone in the audience sighed, but there were not too many surprises, obviously they had seen a lot of this scene.

The girl calmly patted the corner of her clothes, gently moved her arm that had only exerted her strength below, and glanced coldly at everyone in the audience, and her contemptuous smile could no longer be hidden.

"Next!"

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