However, the tip of the sword only pierced for a moment, and Jiang Liuke was knocked down and fell to the ground by that palm wind.

Seeing this, the people of Yunguo who were present let out a lament of loss, and thought that Jiang Liuke could win Mokunbei.

Seeing a little red heart popping out of his palm, Mo Kunbei was furious, gathered a lot of internal energy with his palms, and hit Jiang Liuke with his palms in the air!

"Whew!" the palm wind rose like a raging wind.

A loud bang erupted from his palm, and the yellow sand around Jiang Liuke was rolled up and scattered in all directions.

Seeing the wind and sand coming, many people raised their hands and covered them with their sleeves.

When everyone lowered their sleeves, the wind and sand gradually fell, and Jiang Liuke's clothes had been dyed red.

"This Mo Kunbei, bastard thing!" a disciple of the Wuzhao Academy couldn't help but scold.

Mo Kunbei turned to the disciple of the Martial Zhao Academy, "If you don't accept it, you, uh!"

Mo Kunbei's face suddenly turned painful, and a sword stabbed him in the back. He clenched his teeth, then turned around, only to see that the sword in Jiang Liuke's hand was no longer in his hand.

He didn't expect that Jiang Liuke would still have this hand!

Not only Mo Kunbei didn't expect it, but everyone present didn't expect it.

In the Northern Liao Mission, Li Changhao, vice president of Honglu Temple, stood up and scolded: "It's despicable and shameless to make a plot after the competition is over." ”

Shi Nanhuai, the dean of Wuzhao Academy, immediately turned around and said angrily: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, when will the competition end?"

"But he's clear. Li Changhao paused, Mo Kunbei was at fault in this matter, and he couldn't argue with it.

Shi Nanhuai moved to the center of the martial arts arena, first announced that Mo Kunbei had won again, and then helped him pull out the sword that pierced his back.

After glancing at Mo Kunbei's injuries, Shi Nanhuai said: "Fortunately, it's just some flesh wounds, and it's not tight." ”

Mo Kunbei glared at Shi Nanhuai, "If Your Excellency is a few steps late, your disciple will die." ”

"If my disciple had seen it correctly, it would not have been him who had died. Originally, I thought that you were a young genius comparable to Meng Jiu, and I had some expectations for you. But now that I see it, it's really disappointing. What the disciple of the Divine Sword Pavilion said just now is extremely true, you and Meng Jiu are far behind. ”

Hearing Shi Nanhuai's words, Mo Kunbei clenched his fists, quite annoyed.

Shi Nanhuai snorted coldly, and asked loudly: "Mo Kunbei, will you fight again in the next battle?"

"Let's get down and take a rest and take care of the wound on my back. Li Changhao said in a commanding tone.

Mo Kunbei didn't dare to disobey, so he had to leave the game temporarily.

On the stage, Yelusi, the prince of Northern Liao, turned to the Seven Kings and sneered: "Seven Kings, this sneak attack behind is a bit shameless, right?"

"I don't know who just said that there is only victory and defeat in the martial arts arena. Emperor Sun Zhou Cheng immediately retorted.

"I'm afraid the emperor is not mistaken, it was the disciple of Honglu Temple who won just now. ”

Zhou Cheng smiled and nodded, "Mo Kunbei is indeed strong, and the name of Meng Jiu of Northern Liao is worthy of its name." Last year in Hangzhou, Xiao Wang had the pleasure of meeting Meng Jiu. ”

"Oh, what does the emperor mean by this?"

"Prince Yelu, I have always felt that I am familiar with you at first sight, of course I have to be honest with you, compared to Meng Jiu, this Mo Kunbei is indeed far behind. ”

After speaking, Zhou Cheng made a silent gesture and whispered: "This is just the truth between you and me, don't let others hear it." ”

Although Jeruth had a smile on his face, his heart was full of anger.

At this time, on the martial arts field, two disciples representing Honglu Temple and Wuzhao Temple respectively had already appeared.

Wu Zhaoyuan sent a disciple Ma Handong who practiced the stick method. Different from the general Jianghu sects, the Wuzhao Academy does not have its own school of mind and moves, the leaders of the academy come from the masters of various sects and sects from all over the world, and the disciples are also selected from the martial arts examination, bringing together a variety of martial arts from each sect.

When Ma Handong was young, he was a lay disciple in the monastic monastery, and the mental and stick methods he learned came from the monastery.

Like Wuzhao Temple, the martial arts taught in Honglu Temple are also varied, but due to the higher status of the Northern Liao martial artists, almost all the top masters and geniuses of Northern Liao are gathered in Honglu Temple. And the masters of the Yunguo martial arts all stayed in the major sects and major martial arts families. Therefore, only in terms of the strength of the head of the sect, Honglu Temple is higher than that of Wuzhaoyuan.

In addition, the disciples of Honglu Temple are usually selected from the various sects and families of Northern Liao, and they are also better than the disciples of Wuzhao Academy in terms of talent.

Ma Handong's opponent was Zhang Xing, a junior disciple of Honglu Temple. Zhang Xing is not very famous, but he has a famous master - Xiao Nanyun, who has the title of the first swordsman in Northern Liao.

As Xiao Nanyun's disciple, Zhang Xing's weapon is naturally a knife.

"Who will win this time?" Yang Yiyi asked Ye Fei on the side.

Ye Fei shook his head, "It's hard to say, these two people's strength is mediocre, and it's not surprising who wins or loses." ”

Yang Yiyi frowned, among the five disciples of Wuzhao Academy, Lu Yang and Jiang Liuke were seriously injured, and only Xiao Yihe did not appear.

If Zhang Xing loses this game, there will only be two people left, Peng Sangongzi and Xiao Yihe, and there are still four people left in the Honglu Temple in Northern Liao. Among these four people, in addition to Mo Kunbei, there are masters like Yelu Shou, the disciple at the helm, who have not yet appeared.

On the list of masters and heroes this time, Yelu Shou was included in the Qingyun Realm and was the top 50 masters, while Xiao Yihe and Peng Zilin did not enter the list.

At this moment, Ye Fei suddenly got up.

"Who are you?" Yang Yiyi raised her eyes and looked at Ye Fei blankly.

"Toileting. ”

Yang Yiyi lowered her head, her face embarrassed.

After leaving the martial arts arena, Ye Fei came to a garden alone.

After two rounds of the garden, he could not find the hut. The people of Wuzhaoyuan all went to see the competition, so they couldn't find anyone who could ask for directions.

"Brother, did you lose something?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Ye Fei turned around and saw a sturdy man with an unattractive appearance, this man had a long scar on his face, and he swayed from side to side when he walked.

"Uncle, dare to ask, where is the thatched house?" Ye Fei asked.

The man turned sideways, thought for a moment and said, "It's not easy to find, I'll take you myself." ”

"Then I'll bother you, uncle. Ye Fei was very grateful, and then followed the man out through the small gate on the east side of the garden.

"Brother is here to see the martial arts competition, I don't know which one is from the house?" the man asked as he walked.

"Uncle, you have lost your eyes, I am not from a big family, but I am just a disciple in the Divine Sword Pavilion. Ye Fei responded.

The man smiled, "It turns out that my brother is the apprentice of the Sword God." ”

"If you are not good at learning and art, you are worthy of the master's teaching," Ye Fei said, and then asked rhetorically, "Uncle is the head of the sect in the Wuzhao Academy?"

"It's here. The man paused suddenly, "Brother still remembers the way back, right?"

"Remember, thank you uncle for helping me lead the way. ”

"In that case, I won't wait for my brother, I have to patrol around. ”

With that, the man turned and left.

It's just that after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said to Ye Fei: "I forgot to tell my brother, the contemptible Jiang Heshan is the head of the sword teaching in the Wuzhao Academy." ”

Ye Fei's eyes lit up.

It turned out that he was Jiang Heshan, and he was really a narrow one.