An Ziyu is a dark horse, and both Xuanxu and Xuanyi are a little surprised.

The winner of the penultimate game will be between An Ziyu and Ma Wenjie, a second-generation disciple of the Xuankong Sect.

......

Xiao Shifeng, who was on the stage, heard Ma Wenjie's name, so he asked, "This person is the son of the Ma Yi family, the chief soldier of the South Gate of Huizhou?"

Xuankong nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Xiao Tiantu explained with a smile: "The day before yesterday, Na Ma Yi specially sent someone to send a letter, and this Ma Wenjie was mentioned in the letter, and His Majesty only found out about it at that meeting. ”

Xuankong said gently: "This Ma Wenjie, born in a rich family since he was a child, but he has no trace of pampering, and he is also diligent and hard in martial arts on weekdays, and he asks if he doesn't understand, which is deeply praised by the senior brothers." Don't look at him now that he is only in his twenties, give him another five years, until the year of his establishment, these five years will definitely be able to make rapid progress and make a difference. ”

Xiao Shifeng bowed his head slightly and said: "The ancients often said that thick accumulation is thick, I think this Ma Wenjie has an upright face, and he will definitely become a pillar of the court in the future." ”

......

During the conversation, the competition between An Ziyu and Ma Wenjie had already started.

Ma Wenjie's sword body was no different from an ordinary sword, but An Ziyu fought with him for the first time, and when the two swords collided, he felt that the Xuantie Sword was pressed by its weight.

It turned out that this Ma Wenjie was also born with great strength, and Xuankong liked this disciple's diligence, so he naturally paid more attention to it. In the early years, Ma Wenjie had just gone up the mountain for less than a year, Xuankong asked him to take his sword down the mountain to be reforged, it is said that it was doubled the molten iron to practice this sword in his hand, Ma Wenjie couldn't put down this sword that was different from his brother but suitable for himself, and even put it beside him when he was sleeping.

......

Yang Feng on the tree pointed to Ma Wenjie and said, "Senior Yi, this person is here, Ziyu can't get by." ”

Yi Wentong asked, "Why?"

Yang Feng said: "This person is quite famous in the teacher, he is diligent and hardworking, and his martial arts must not be weak." Ziyu is inferior to him in all aspects on weekdays, and if he wants to win, it will be even more difficult. ”

Yi Wentong said disappreciatively: "It's too early to make a conclusion, you don't have enough experience in the rivers and lakes, and what you say is not credible." ”

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, wanting to argue that the cultivation on his body was beyond the reach of his peers, but when he thought about it, what Yi Wentong said was not unreasonable.

Yang Feng looked at the martial arts training ground below with some suspicion, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that An Ziyu was not suppressed by this Ma Wenjie.

The excitement of the fight between the two is no less than the wonderful duel between Chen Wen and Xiao Gang on the last court.

An Ziyu also gradually adapted to the weight of Ma Wenjie's sword, and even pressed it down with a backhand several times.

This Ma Wenjie also admired An Ziyu, the later junior brother, and between the fights, he suddenly felt that there were people outside the mountain, and he thought that this little junior brother had come all the way, and it was not a fluke.

Although Tang Xiaoxiao lost, she was in a very good mood, after all, being in the top eight was the best affirmation for her.

Tang Xiaoxiao had a foundation for light skills before entering the mountain gate, if this place was bigger and she could freely perform light skills, then I am afraid that no senior brother in these four weeks could defeat her.

"Come on, Ziyu!" Tang Xiaoxiao took the surrounding brothers to cheer for An Ziyu, and those who admired Ma Wenjie on the other side also shouted, and the shouts on both sides were evenly matched.

Yang Feng could hear the noisy sound below from a distance in the tree, and the two parties were cheering for the people they admired, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Heh, this is lively, more exciting than the final final."

An Ziyu heard the sound of cheering for him behind him, and suddenly felt a surge of strength in his body, a sharp sword that separated Ma Wenjie against his chest.

Ma Wenjie was also encouraged, and his morale did not have to be bad.

After thirty moves, the two still haven't decided on a winner.

Yang Feng, who was doing good things, asked Yi Wentong again: "Senior Yi, when do you think they will fight?"

Yi Wentong asked puzzledly: "I haven't seen you so impatient for a longer time." ”

Yang Feng said stupidly: "In my opinion, the time of Ziyu's martial arts competition is only afraid that it will exceed the time of Senior Brother Chen Wen's martial arts competition." ”

"Isn't this good?" Yi Wentong didn't reply, and said lightly: "The more intense, the more interesting." ”

In the stands, Xiao Shifeng was also a dragon-faced Dayue: "These two people are very good." After that, Xiao Shifeng looked at Xiao Tiantu again and said: "It's really a tiger father without a dog, whether it is Ma Yi or An Tongping, these two pairs of father and son, I am very surprised." ”

Xiao Tiantu said with a smile: "They didn't know each other originally, but today they can play such a game so heartily, and they don't know each other." ”

At the wonderful point, this Ma Wenjie suddenly stumbled, and the sword in his hand was handed over by An Ziyu's three swords.

This sudden scene caused many people present to exclaim.

Yang Feng also stood up suddenly, he was a little distracted, and he didn't know what was going on.

Yi Wen informed Yang Feng of what he was thinking, so he explained: "The two of them seem to be tied, but in fact, An Ziyu has laid the foundation for victory in the early stage, and these last three swords are just ready to attack for a long time. ”

Yang Feng was confused when he heard it, but winning is winning, Xuan Yi stood up excitedly and announced An Ziyu winning.

The final decisive battle fell on An Ziyu and Chen Wen, it was noon, according to the original arrangement, the afternoon was the decisive moment of the competition. So everyone scattered back and began to have lunch.

Yang Feng was about to go down, that Yi Wentong suddenly took out two folded pancakes and two small bottles of soju from his arms, Yang Feng watched Yi Wentong carefully take the small bottle of soju for himself, and then separate the two pancakes.

After parting, Yi Wentong handed Yang Feng one, and he took one of the bottles of soju from his hand.

Yang Feng felt even more puzzled: "Senior Yi, what is this?"

"Eat, you're welcome. Yi Wentong seemed to be in a good mood, and took a big bite of the pancake with one mouth.

Yang Feng reminded in a low voice: "Senior Yi, let's go down and eat, there are still vegetables." ”

Yi Wentong glanced at Yang Feng and asked, "Do you know what beautiful food is?"

Yang Feng grinned and said, "Of course I know, this is to describe ...... woman"

Before he finished speaking, Yi Wentong shook his head and said, "No, no, the beautiful food I am telling you now is to describe this condescending beauty." If we go down with them to grab food, it won't taste good in our stomachs, because everyone is in a hurry. Now that we're here, we can enjoy eating flatbread and drinking shochu while looking at the beautiful scenery from afar, don't you think?"

Yang Feng suddenly realized, he looked at the things in his hands full at the moment, and looked into the distance again, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy.

Yang Feng also took a big bite of the flatbread and said loudly: "It's so comfortable!"