Maybe the rivers and lakes are like this, in addition to the need to be talented and dare to work hard, there must also be a certain amount of economic support, no wonder the predecessors have the saying of 'wealth and law'.

From ancient times to the present, without the support of external objects, there are very few people who can cultivate positive fruits, and these people are either dragons and phoenixes among people, or immortals in the sky.

Meng Ran saw that his opponent was so depressed, he didn't know what to do for a while, and he froze in place stupidly.

On the other side, Miss Jijia, who saw that the guards in the house were about to win, was overjoyed, and was thinking about how to ridicule this foreigner who had no one in his eyes after Meng Ran's defeat.

Unexpectedly, the scene in the field changed suddenly, and the guards of the Ji family ended miserably when they were obviously superior.

The smile on Miss Ji's face disappeared as soon as it appeared, just like the winter snow that Lingnan people look forward to, it melted into water as soon as it landed, leaving only amazement and regret.

Miss Jijia, whose real name is Furong, looked at her guard with a stiff smile and screamed in a low voice, and a nameless anger ignited in her heart.

When she saw Meng Ran's stunned expression again, her anger was even greater, and she couldn't help but take a few steps forward and said, "Little white face from other places, do you dare to fight with me? ”

After Meng Ran came back to his senses, he didn't answer directly, but looked at the Chungui knife in his hand, and then he was arrogant and said loudly: "Why don't you dare?"

Ji Furong sneered a few times, raised her voice and said: "In this case, then let's swear by high-fives in front of many martial arts colleagues, if anyone breaks their promise, they will be killed in the group." ”

Meng Ran has nothing to do.

The onlookers had different expressions, some lamented the arrogance of the ignorant young man, some regretted that life was about to wither, and more was numb and excited to watch the excitement.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Meng Ran was already the first to fight two battles, first defeated Fan Wuji, who held a short spear, and then defeated the young swordsman, at this time, his physical strength and true qi were about to bottom, and in the face of the high-spirited Miss Jijia, the odds of victory were so slim.

Ji Furong looked at Meng Ran, who was already tired, and said in a slightly mocking tone: "Do you want to rest for a while, lest you say that I am not victorious after losing." ”

Meng Ran looked at Miss Ji Jia, who was in her hands, and said calmly: "Those who practice martial arts must first learn to respect their opponents, a monk who doesn't even respect his opponents will not achieve much." ”

Ji Furong was defeated before the battle, and was smoked by Meng Ranqi's first Buddha and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

"When it comes to respecting the opponent, you dare to ask for respect from others even if you have a little white face that came out of nowhere? I am the eldest lady of Jijia Wuyuan, who are you? It's just a foreigner who has won two games by luck, how dare you make a big deal here?"

Ji Furong's eyes were very cold, and they hit Meng Ran's face directly, if his gaze could kill, Meng Ran would already be a puddle of rotten meat at this moment.

Meng Ran looked at Miss Ji's white face, her right hand holding the knife tightened slightly, and said seriously: "I only hope that after this battle, Miss Ji can learn to respect her opponent and understand the truth of respecting your opponent." ”

Ji Furong's brows furrowed, and her voice said in a slightly sharp voice: "You are so confident? Are you sure you can beat me today? You fought two battles first, and you have already lost the sharpness that a swordsman should have, what do you use to win me?"

Others may not understand this, but Meng Ran understands.

Because the time is favorable, Meng Ran has lost the time.

He first drove dozens of miles in the dust, and then fought two battles with people at the door of this inn, even if he won both games, his physical strength and true qi were very little, although he was more satisfied after winning, but he was less sharp before the knife.

The time has been lost, and the winning side is naturally much smaller.

Ji Furong said: "Although this is not my Ji family's territory, I can guarantee that I know every bluestone slab on the street well, and there is no one more familiar with it than me, this is the location." ”

Meng Ran's face had sunk, Miss Ji's words were right, Meng Ran had lost his time, and he would lose his land again.

Although Ji Furong is a young lady with a brutal temperament, she is also a young handsome.

Ji Furong continued: "Your group has some strength, but you provoked for no reason, maliciously killed the neighbors of Tongli Ancient Town, and became enemies of Tongli Ancient Town, and lost peace. ”

Many officials who originally watched the play also began to slowly understand the meaning of Miss Jijia's words, Meng Ran, a foreigner, lost the right time and place before the war, and the winning side could not be smaller.

"But none of that matters. Ji Furong spoke again.

Meng Ran said, "Oh, what's the most important thing?"

Ji Furong said: "I represent justice and am invincible. ”

The onlookers had no other thoughts, they only felt that Miss Ji Furong would undoubtedly win, and they would definitely beat this unknown foreigner down.

At this time, something unexpected happened, Meng Ran laughed, leaned forward and backwards with laughter, and couldn't wait to sit on the ground and hammer the bluestone slab to vent.

Everyone was stupid, they didn't know what Meng Ran was laughing at, they just thought that this good-looking young man couldn't stand the impending humiliation, and he was crazy.

It wasn't until Meng Ran had enough laughter that he said coldly: "Actually, you shouldn't have said what you said just now." ”

Ji Furong said, "Oh?"

Meng Ran said: "If you are really sure to defeat me, you will not say what you just said to weaken my fighting spirit, so you are not sure to defeat me." ”

Ji Furong's pupils contracted, and her heart beat faster involuntarily, the feeling of being exposed to her mind was very uncomfortable, as if she had taken off her clothes in front of people, and was watched naked.

Even though Ji Furong has a good psychological quality and knows how to hide her emotions, she has experienced little wind and rain, and her face has already become very ugly.

Meng Ran looked at Miss Ji Jia, who had an unnatural expression, and said loudly: "You are not sure to defeat me, but I am sure to defeat you." ”

When these words came out, nine out of ten of the dozens of onlookers didn't believe it, although the Ji family was in decline, Ji Furong was the best among the younger generation in Suzhou Mansion, how could she lose in the hands of a tired and unknown boy.

Ji Furong smiled coldly and said, "Really?"

Meng Ran smiled, and the old god said on the ground: "Don't you believe it?"

Ji Furong sneered: "Only you believe in this matter, you ask the friends present, who believes it?"

Meng Ran laughed even harder, and said endlessly: "Do you believe that I can defeat you with only three moves? If you are not defeated after three moves, I will give up the sword and admit defeat." ”

When he said this, Meng Ran's body was filled with a strong self-confidence, and he slowly pried the hearts of those who thought he was going to fail, leaving many invisible cracks.

Looking at the heroic Meng Ran, Ji Furong quietly moved the long sword in her hand and protected the long sword in her chest, with a defensive posture.

This action alone betrayed Ji Furong's heart, although she did not show timidity, but her will to be strong on the outside and capable in the middle was undoubtedly revealed.

Originally, Ji Furong occupied the right time and place, but Meng Ran reversed the situation in a few words, making her lose the lead in momentum and no longer have an advantage.

Objectively speaking, Ji Furong's cultivation is not bad, even if a six-rank master fights against her, he may not be able to defeat her within three moves, let alone Meng Ran, who has a strong crossbow arrow.

But sometimes people's psychology is very contradictory, she obviously knows that Meng Ran is already a three-time horseman, but she can't help but think of Meng Ran's self-confidence, thinking about Meng Ran's big words, and thinking about what kind of backhand this foreigner who came out of nowhere will keep, so Ji Furong subconsciously made defensive moves.

On the spot, the most taboo is half-hearted, obviously Ji Furong has committed the biggest taboo on the battlefield.

The second thing that surprised everyone happened.

In front of everyone's eyes, Meng Ran finally swung out the first knife, but this knife seemed to be deliberately slashing the air, just slashing in front of Miss Jijia, but it was just the most ordinary 'sweeping thousands of troops'.

"That's the first move. Meng Ran smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about the result of the competition.

Everyone present looked at Meng Ran, who was smiling to himself, and they all felt that he had suddenly lost his mind.

The blade was as clear and cold as autumn water, and the Spring Return Knife slowly drew out, and then drew a large arc in the air.

At the same time, Meng Ran smiled and said, "This is the second move." ”

Before the move was finished, the traces of the long knife slashing through the air suddenly turned into a relatively complete moon.

It was a night, but everyone's eyes lit up, and a moon appeared over the street that should not have appeared here.

How fast does the moon shine?

No one knows.

When the moonlight disappeared, the blade of the Chungui knife was already on Ji Furong's neck, like a vicious wolf coveting a delicate and fat sheep.

Ji Furong guessed the beginning of the story---- Meng Ran's little white face did have a trick, but she didn't guess the end of the story---- because the knife came so fast that she couldn't dodge.

The evening breeze blew gently, and Ji Furong's scattered broken hair broke off and fell fluttering on the dim street, and the skin on her neck was covered with small bumps from the sharp blade of the broken hair.

Ji Furong finally figured out one thing, Meng Ran, a little white face, didn't have extra strength at all, if he had a normal duel with him and didn't give him the opportunity to use his exquisite sword technique, the current winner would definitely be his own.

It's a pity that she fell for him and lost one thing.

Meng Ran put away his knife very gracefully, hugged his fists and saluted: "Accept." ”

Ji Furong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the bad idea of killing, and said coldly: "Say, what do you want me to do?"

Meng Ran was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "I haven't thought about it yet, can I tell you after I think about it?"

Ji Furong snorted angrily and scolded: "How can that happen? Miss Ben's time is very expensive, how can I accompany you to spend it here?"

Meng Ran didn't know how to deal with the aggressive Miss Ji, so he had to turn around and look at the Geng Nursing Courtyard not far behind him.

Ji Furong saw Meng Ran's movements, sneered, and said, "What's the matter? Do you still need others to help you think about it? Don't you have any brains yourself?"

Meng Ran didn't pay attention to Furong's ridicule, but just looked at Geng Huyuan.

Geng Huyuan thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "That's it, we'll reply to you within three days, if we don't ask for it after three days, Miss Ji can leave this matter behind, okay?"

Ji Furong glanced at Geng Huyuan, who was in charge of Meng Ran, and said, "Okay, Miss Ben agreed." If you think about it, you can come to me and report my name when the time comes. ”

"Miss Ben's name is Ji Furong. ”