Provoked by the words of the man in white, Murong Min had no anger in his heart, he felt that all this was just a reincarnation.

At the moment, his heart was hungry for only one answer.

That is, whether he is really not the opponent of the man in white, and whether he will really end up in an embarrassing defeat.

So, he moved.

Long Yuan's sword raised, turning into a dragon phantom in the sky, leading his neck to roar, and then roaring down. The momentum from far and near, like a long-dormant coiling dragon soaring from the silent abyss, set off a wave of shaking mountains and stormy waves.

Mo Jun didn't move.

He raised his head and looked at the countless sword shadows that were condescendingly coming towards him, and a smile flashed away, only to see him squint his eyes, his figure did not move at all, and the clean white robe flew wantonly in the wind drawn by the sword qi, covering his figure.

After a breath, Murong Min's sword was close at hand.

At this moment, he stretched out a hand, so fast that it was impossible to see.

There were already young women in the audience screaming in fright, and even many weathered sword-bearers were shocked to see it, and secretly scolded in their hearts that the barbarian shot so ruthlessly, how could this move be blocked by the thin and unattractive kid?

Some people swallowed their saliva with bitter faces, and began to weigh whether the person under the shadow of the sword could be stopped if they were themselves, and if they couldn't be stopped, what would happen to them?

Looking at this scene, although Xun Wushuang, who retreated to the back of the stage, did not feel good in her heart, she didn't expect that she had such a big gap with the barbarian, and even complained that the boy in white was not self-sufficient, but she still turned her eyes to the old man for help. In any case, this is the ring where she competes in martial arts, and Xun Wushuang never wants to see someone lose their lives for this.

It's just that the old man with the gray hair has a light and breezy face, and he strokes his long beard very leisurely.

Xun Wushuang had to turn his head to look at the ring again.

On the stage, Long Yuan's sword finally fell.

But unexpectedly, the sword qi that seemed to destroy everything in front of him turned into clouds in an instant, like the fresh wind that was raised.

It is like a drop of water into the sea, only a wave, but in the end it is lonely.

The flying white robe fluttered down at that time, and people saw the movements of the man in white clearly.

I saw that the Long Yuan Sword in the barbarian's hand was firmly clamped by the man in white with two fingers, unable to move at all, and failed to move any further.

And the barbarian had a sword in both hands, and his arms trembled, and it was evident that he had done his best.

Xun Wushuang's eyes widened and he covered his mouth in disbelief.

Murong Min lowered his head, panting in his mouth, and the cold sweat on his forehead unconsciously oozed and flowed, but in those strange blue eyes, there was a more dazzling light.

He raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the man in white, as if he wanted to reflect this pair of beautiful phoenix eyes in his mind. Finally, he put the sword back in amazement, and then sighed deeply.

"I throw in the towel. ”

Mo Jun smiled and said lightly: "Accept." ”

"Dare to ask the Daimyo?"

"Little people, not enough to worry about. ”

"Is it...... Murong Min's throat moved, and he said abruptly: "The little people in the Central Plains, can they also have such unfathomable strength? ”

Mo Jun was stunned.

"The next time we meet, my sword will surely cut through your disguise. ”

Murong Min showed a confident smile, then turned around and walked out of the ring step by step, and when his figure was about to disappear, he raised his arm with his back to Mo Jun and waved it, which was regarded as a farewell.

And Mo Jun looked at his departing figure, and his eyes suddenly became solemn at this moment.

"Win!" shouted excitedly from the audience.

This sound was like a thunderclap, which woke up a group of people who seemed to be immersed in a dream, and only then did people come back to their senses, and then they realized that the invincible barbarian had been defeated by the ordinary man in white in front of them.

It's incredible, but it's exciting.

The people cheered and enjoyed the hard-won victory, and the excitement seemed to have been done by them, and some began to boast that they had long felt that the boy was not ordinary, and that he would be able to defeat the barbarian.

And after this laughter, the loser has gradually faded into oblivion, and no one wants to look at him more, and no one wants to mention him more.

Murong Min put on a hat, wrapped his windbreaker tightly, and hid the Longyuan sword, which still emitted a blue and white light, in the sword box, and then quietly squeezed out of the crowd with the old servant who accompanied him.

"Young master, are you alright?" asked the old servant eagerly after getting away from the crowd.

"It's fine, it's just that it took some energy, and I recovered after a few days of rest. Murong Min laughed, then lowered the brim of his hat, there seemed to be a fire burning in the blue demon pupils, he looked back and looked deeply in the direction of the ring, and said, "But this trip, I have benefited a lot!"

After that, Murong Min didn't say much, and the backs of the old and the young disappeared on the streets of Langya County.

The sun gradually slanted westward, slowly elongating the two figures.

And in that small ring, Mo Jun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and recuperated, looking like he had won a master, in fact, he was already thinking about how to end it in his heart.

I definitely won't marry that Miss Xun, I just wanted to leave a good impression in front of Xunmen, so that I wanted to be favored by the big people in the door, and then I would be able to mix in.

Therefore, if someone comes to attack again, then pretend to be invincible and retreat from the ring.

If no one dares to attack, they will make a fool of themselves in the second level of the literary test, and they can also get out of the recruitment, which is just a small problem.

Thinking like this, Mo Jun slowly opened his eyes, swept the audience, and found that their eyes were almost full of appreciation, mixed with a little jealousy, but they were all harmless. It's just that in this way, no one should dare to attack again.

Xun Wushuang behind the stage blinked a pair of good-looking apricot eyes, looked at the man in white carefully, and didn't know what to do in his heart.

Although Xun Wushuang was indeed grateful to Mo Jun for helping him save the scene, he mentioned other ......

Xun Wushuang cupped his cheeks in contemplation, praying that he would not be allowed to pass the second level.

A stick of incense burned out, and no one dared to attack.

In the thunderous applause, the gray-haired old man slowly walked in front of Mo Jun, his wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly, and after looking Mo Jun up and down, he asked softly, "Congratulations, you have passed the first level." ”

Mo Jun nodded.

The old man said, "Come with me." ”

Mo Jun hurriedly got up, followed the old man across the ring, passed through a corridor covered with a red carpet at the back, and came to the largest attic with the word "Xunmen" hanging on the plaque under everyone's gaze.

Mo Jun looked up, and when he was close to his feet, he deeply felt how majestic and majestic this mountain pavilion was.

Miss Xun also cautiously followed, hanging not far behind the two of them with her arms behind her back, and once she noticed that Mo Jun looked back at her, she hurriedly turned her head and kicked the pebbles under her feet as if nothing happened.

Mo Jun smiled and followed the old man into the lobby.

There are three pavilions surrounded by mountains in Xunmen, which divide Xunmen disciples into three categories.

The pavilion on the left is a literati scholar who yearns for a temple.

In addition to teaching Confucian sword martial arts, Xunmen can also be regarded as a very prestigious school, countless literati squeeze their heads to enter Xunmen to study, in addition to Xunmen There are many famous scholars and Confucians, but also because as long as there is a relationship between Xunmen, the future career will become smooth sailing.

For example, this year's temple trial champion Su Zhan was born in Xunmen.

The pavilion on the right is a kendo disciple who aspires to the rivers and lakes.

These people must have extraordinary talents in order to be accepted by Xunmen, so kendo disciples are relatively rare, and there are only more than 200 people in full battle.

The pavilion in the middle is where the relatives of the Xun clan and the elders of the sect are located.

There is an incense burner in each of the four corners of the hall, and the incense is curling on the stove, which is quite Xunmen style, and it is not in vain that Xun Shangshu is called "Xun Ling Lingering Incense".

The hall was extremely quiet and empty, but it didn't feel lonely at all.

Ventilation everywhere, pavilions and water pavilions, birds singing and flowers, there is an illusion that people feel like they are in the middle of the landscape, and the natural beauty is already dizzying.

The old man led Mo Jun to a square tea table, and Miss Xun also followed in at this time.

"What's your name?" the old man asked.

Mo Jun replied lightly: "Tan Hu." ”

"Tan Hu?" the old man frowned and pondered, as if searching in his memory whether he had heard of this name, and finally made sure that he had never heard of this young master in the rivers and lakes.

Mo Jun laughed secretly in his heart, he did such a secret crusade against the Tianxin Sect at the beginning, how could you have heard of this name.

The old man finally gave up thinking about the origin of this person, so it was better to ask directly: "Hmm...... You should know the rules of this contest to recruit relatives. ”

Mo Jun nodded and said, "The junior is exactly twenty-one this year, and he has no wife. ”

The old man's eyes lit up, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he asked, "I don't know who Xiaoyou is learning from and where is his home?"

Tan Hu expected this question, and said without thinking: "The younger generation is a wandering orphan, fortunately he was favored by the family teacher and taught martial arts, but the family teacher has always been idle and does not like mundane things, so it is inconvenient to disclose his name. ”

"Oh, that's right. The old man nodded, and casually glanced at Xun Wushuang, who was eavesdropping on the side, and the latter coughed awkwardly and sat upright.

"Xiaoyou is already excellent in martial arts at such an age, even if he is an old man, he feels inferior, and it is a pity that he can't know the name of the master this time. The old man sighed with regret: "But since Xiaoyou has passed the first level, he will naturally be recognized by Xunmen and the people in Langya County." ”

Mo Jun was shocked at first when he heard this, how could this old man admit that his martial arts were not as good as his own?

But at this point, he nodded.

The old man said again: "Therefore, as long as you pass this second level, our Xunmen will never break its promise." ”

Xun Wushuang stood up with a "Teng" at that time.

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