Watching his junior brother Xiao Nanfeng laughing and talking with the enemy, Song Siyuan felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead mouse.

Song Siyuan glanced at the back of his junior brother, and said in a gloomy tone: "Senior Brother Xiao, have you forgotten your identity?

Xiao Nanfeng looked back at the gentleman in front of him, and said lightly: "Xiao's identity is not reminded by Senior Brother Song, Xiao knows it in his heart." ”

"Presumptuous. Song Siyuan scolded, and was about to teach this junior brother who didn't know the height of the sky, but he seemed to notice the strange eyes of Miss Ji's family, and swallowed the sharp drink that was about to blurt out back into his stomach, and looked at Xiao Nanfeng with burning eyes.

It's a pity that the burning eyes are not some kind of admiration, but a hatred that is so strong that it can't be dissolved.

Xiao Nanfeng didn't pay attention to Song Siyuan's eyes, but turned around and shouted towards the eaves above his head: "Third Elder, the disciple has traveled through the rivers and lakes under the orders of the master, and now that Senior Brother Song has arrived safely in Tongli Ancient Town, it is time for the disciple to leave, please inform the master when the third elder returns to the sect." ”

After Xiao Nanfeng finished shouting, there was an additional figure on the eaves, and the owner of the figure was very similar to Xiao Nanfeng's dress, but he was older, with a long white beard under his chin, and he looked strong and shrewd.

The third elder first smiled at Hua Rong, who was standing with a bow not far away, and then looked at the street, and said in a gentle tone: "I know, I will tell your master, you should be careful yourself, remember to return to the master as soon as possible, don't miss the election of true disciples." ”

Xiao Nanfeng saluted the three elders and replied respectfully, "The disciple knows." ”

After finishing speaking, Xiao Nanfeng nodded to the other fellow doors, and walked away with the long sword on his back very chicly.

Meng Ran looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and smiled knowingly.

At this moment, the three elders on the eaves jumped in front of Meng Ran and patted Meng Ran's shoulder very casually.

Meng Ran tried his best to dodge, but he was still photographed.

Just as Meng Ran was about to draw his sword and make a move, the third elder said softly: "Little brother's sword skills are good, who did he learn from? ”

Meng Ran was shocked in his heart, his face was already a little more solemn, and he didn't know how to answer this sword dao senior's question.

Geng Huyuan took a step forward and explained softly: "He is a disciple of one of my old friends, and my old friend lives an unworldly life, so few people in the rivers and lakes know about it. ”

The third elder touched the long beard under his chin and said with a smile: "Also, the Shenzhou Continent is an outstanding person, and there are countless masters in the hidden world, not everyone likes to compete for fame and fortune, I am shallow." ”

After finishing speaking, the three elders glanced at Geng Huyuan very seriously, smiled knowingly, and said: "No wonder this kid has the courage to fight the head snake on the ground, it turns out that there is a master who is following, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

After the three elders finished sighing, they hugged their fists at Geng Huyuan.

Geng Huyuan returned the salute in the same way.

The third elder patted Meng Ran's shoulder again, and praised him sincerely: "Little brother has a great future, but don't waste this talent." ”

Meng Ran smiled shyly and did not answer.

The third elder walked in front of Song Siyuan's eyes, and said in a non-serious voice: "Little San, come with me, you don't want to get involved in this matter." If your second brother comes, I'm willing to do it, but for now, forget it, don't waste my old man's energy. ”

Song Siyuan glared at Meng Ran with hatred on his face, and then changed his smile and said, "The disciple doesn't have any opinions, everything is arranged by the three elders. ”

"Okay, let's go. ”

The three elders walked forward regardless of it, and the disciples of the Luyang Sword Sect naturally followed him meekly, not daring to have the slightest opinion.

Song Siyuan smiled apologetically at Miss Ji's family, and said softly: "Siyuan has left in advance, please forgive Miss Ji, we'll see you the day after tomorrow." ”

Miss Ji gave Song Siyuan a salute, and said in a clear voice: "Brother Song will leave first if he has something, the matter here is handled by the little sister, Brother Song doesn't need to worry." ”

Song Siyuan gave a bow very elegantly, and then slowly left.

On the dim street, Song Siyuan turned around in three steps, like an infatuated man who was separated from his beloved girl, causing ripples in the heart of the ignorant girl.

After Song Siyuan walked away, Chen Wensheng saluted Miss Ji and said softly: "Chen still has homework to do, so he will go back to the hundred-foot building first, please Miss Ji go back to the house as soon as possible, don't suffer from the autumn cold." ”

Miss Rao is Ji family has some city mansions, and she was also angry by Chen Wensheng's behavior, she waved her hand, and said very casually: "Senior Brother Chen, if you have something, go first, you can't delay your big event." ”

One mouthful of Senior Brother Chen, one mouthful of you, seemingly kind words contain indifference that is thousands of miles away.

Chen Wensheng is naturally not a fool, otherwise he would not be the contemporary senior brother of the hundred-foot building, he saluted Miss Ji, who was already angry, and said very gently: "Chen retired, please forgive Miss Ji." ”

Miss Ji waved her hand very ungracefully, and she didn't even have enough face.

After Chen Wensheng left, several disciples of the Hundred Feet Building also left in turn.

Miss Ji looked at Meng Ran with an annoyed expression, intending to vent all her negative emotions on this outsider.

Meng Ran looked at Miss Ji's ill-intentioned eyes, and shouted very inadvertently: "Do you dare to fight?"

The onlookers all thought that this outsider would restrain after winning a game, and retreated with face and lining, never thought that this person was actually a stunned young man, blindly wanting face, and actually had to fight with the Ji family that has been inherited for hundreds of years.

Everyone looked at Meng Ran, who was clamoring with a knife, with sympathetic eyes, waiting to see that this foreigner had broken face and then lost his heart.

Miss Ji was first lost face by Song Siyuan and Chen Wensheng, and now she was questioned by Meng Ran if she dared to fight, she was angry and angry in her heart, and she wanted to kill the good-looking and stinging foreigner in front of her immediately.

She turned to the guards and said, "Go, get that kid." ”

Meng Ran turned around and glanced at Geng Huyuan, who gave him a reassuring look, and Meng Ran also pressed the worry in his heart.

The Ji family went out to fight with a rugged-looking man, with a pair of leopard eyes and a beard under his chin, which was very majestic.

The man's weapon is a short spear that is rare in the rivers and lakes, looking at the appearance of holding the spear, it does not look like a Jianghu guest, but more like a border general who has killed countless enemies.

The man with the spear hugged his fist at Meng Ran, and said in an urn voice: "Hebei Dao Fan Wuji, please teach the little brother." ”

Meng Ran replied very politely.

The short spear pierced directly, and the spring returned to break through the air.

Meng Ran and this Fan Wuji, who should be from the border army, fought back and forth.

Ten rounds later, the two were evenly matched.

Twenty rounds later, Meng Ran showed signs of defeat.

Thirty rounds later, Meng Ran was already at a disadvantage, and he would be pierced by the sharp short spear at any time.

After Meng Ran dodged the attack of the short spear, he rolled around on a donkey extremely indecently, widening the distance between him and Fan Wuji, intending to decide the victory with one move.

After Meng Ran stood still, he took a long breath, trying to merge his spirit with the Chungui Knife in his hand, and then tried his best to think about the third form of the Heavenly Sword Technique.

When Meng Ran came back to his senses, the front of the short spear was already in front of him, and he gently slashed a silent and silent knife according to the moon shadow in his mind.

Geng Huyuan, who had originally planned to save people, slowly withdrew his right foot that had stepped out, and whispered softly: "Dao San, no breath." ”

Although Meng Ran's knife momentum was silent, in the eyes of his opponent Fan Wuji, this knife had great lethality.

Chungui collided with the short spear, and the two of them took a few steps back in unison, their own blood churning.

Meng Ran took a breath, only to feel that his chest and abdomen were hot and painful, thinking that he had been slightly injured in the battle just now.

Fan Wuji on the opposite side was not much better, standing there half-bent over, looking not very comfortable.

Meng Ran held the long knife in his hand and asked in a hissing voice: "Brother Fan, do you still want to fight?" If you still fight, I should accompany you, if you don't fight, I will take the knife." ”

The onlookers all thought that Fan Wuji should raise the short spear and attack Meng Ran, a foreigner.

But the fact is that Fan Wuji didn't care about the dignity of himself and the family, and waved his hand very untempered: "If you don't fight, I can't even beat you little hairy boy, how can I beat the people behind you? ”

Hearing these words, Miss Ji Jia had already scolded the fearless guard in front of her in her heart, but her face was silent, and said, "Since the Fan guard is invincible, I don't know who is willing to step forward and pull off the first prize?"

The eyes of several guards of the Ji family met a few times, and finally a young man with a meritorious service finally stood up.

Young people also use knives, but the long knife hanging on their waists is just an ordinary knife, not as sharp as Meng Ran's Spring Return.

Meng Ran saw that the opponent was a swordsman, and stood up straight with a strong fighting spirit, looking at the opponent who was getting closer and closer with an expectant expression.

The young man stood three feet in front of Meng Ran, and did not say his name or the meaning of clasping his fists to salute, but just looked at Meng Ran coldly like a poisonous snake.

Meng Ran was very uncomfortable with that cold look, and there were many fine and dense small bumps on his back and neck.

After the young man looked at it for a while, he unexpectedly drew his knife and slashed directly, the knife was simple and rude, and there was no rule to follow, just slashing and attacking with his head covered in the face.

Meng Ran was caught off guard by this style of play, tired of defense, and lost the best opportunity to counterattack.

By the time Meng Ran wanted to fight back, most of his physical strength and true qi had been consumed, and he was exhausted all over his body.

The young man took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the offensive became more and more ferocious, and he had the idea of hacking Meng Ran to death with a knife.

But the idea is good, but the reality is so far from the imagination.

After dozens of knives collided, the young man's long knife was already covered with small gaps, and Meng Ran's spring return was still intact.

With an unpleasant sound of sour teeth, the long knife in the young man's hand had been broken in two in the process of slashing, and the blade fell on the bluestone slab, splashing several sparks.

The spring return knife was naturally placed on the young man's neck.

Meng Ran slowly took two steps back and stood with his knife closed.

The young man looked at the short knife in his hand, roared angrily, and rushed towards Meng Ran.

The ending can be imagined, the young man was ruthlessly defeated by the Chungui Knife, fell to the ground on his back, looked at the sky with blank eyes, and muttered, "Why? Why is this?"