At the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference, Wen Chen decided to participate in the competition, he had to break the mirror as soon as possible, four mirrors of martial arts, three mirrors of kendo, even if he broke the mirror to five mirrors of martial arts and four mirrors of kendo, no matter which small sect he was in, it was not worth it.

"Boss Wen, there are people from the Qianwu Sect among the disciples who participated in the competition this time, it is really unwise for you to participate in the competition like this!" Qi Xidu looked at Wen Chen with a worried expression.

"If a Qianwu Sect stops me, what else can I do in the future?" Wen Chen said self-deprecatingly.

"Boss Wen, you have to think about it, I'll ask someone to arrange your martial arts competition in the small sect of the rivers and lakes, but you have to break the mirror early!" Qi Xidu said.

Wen Chen nodded and said, "You go and arrange it, I'll find a way to break the mirror." ”

Qi Xi responded and trotted away.

"Master, this small sect competition is no less dangerous than the big sect competition!" Liu Zhi reminded in a low voice.

Wen Chen didn't speak, his eyes were deep, indeed, he has entered the realm now, let alone maintaining the top ten, whether he can get rid of the revenge of the Qianwu Sect is not certain.

But what can be done, Ma Erpang and Liu Cripple are still in the soul lock lamp, and he has no room to retreat at all.

Wen Chen told Wu Idiot and Cha Long about his intention to participate in the Small Sect Competition.

Wu Idiot slapped the table angrily, "Wen boy, are you really so fond of death? You have never shown any signs of breaking the mirror, even if you break the mirror, do you think that the disciples of those small sects are all embroidered pillows?"

"I think it's not impossible to try, Wen Boy's foundation is solid, although Qi Xidu has reached the Six Mirrors of Martial Arts, but he is still not as good as Wen Boy, if Wen Boy is a broken mirror, with his skills, four mirrors of martial arts, three mirrors of kendo, it is no problem to casually beat someone who is two mirrors higher than him. Chalong said bluntly.

"Cha Long, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, is it possible that the competition between small sects is two mirrors higher than Wen Chen? If he is four mirrors higher than him, he will deliver food when he goes!" said Wu Idiot.

Cha Long smiled coldly and said: "I don't know how difficult it is, how does he know how strong he will be, not to mention that others are four or five mirrors higher than Wen Boy, even if they are six mirrors higher, with Wen Boy's courage, what can he do?"

The martial idiot was deflated and didn't speak.

"Cha Long, I want to break the mirror at the end, and I will continue to feed you fists, with the strength of your Eight Realms. "Smelling dust is also rare serious.

Cha Long frowned slightly, and after a long time, he said: "Wen boy, if you are fed fists with the strength of my Eight Realms, it is not a question of whether you can endure hardship, but that you may lose your life!"

"Just come!" Wen Chen insisted.

Wu Idiot looked at Wen Chen's strange face, he slandered in his heart, could this kid be stunned?

Chalong should go down.

The smell of the Four Mirrors by the martial artists of the Eight Realms is no different from an adult beating a child.

The result can be imagined, Wen Chen was really beaten by Chalong this time and had half his life left.

Looking at Wen Chen, who was lying on the bed and fainted, Wu Idiot sighed: "Wen Kid is hopeless in breaking the mirror, what's the point of him doing this?"

Cha Long also had a solemn face, and he said: "It's true that the qualifications are too poor, but the spirit is commendable, it's a pity!"

Liu Zhi and the old woman Rong's mother-in-law didn't speak, and they didn't have the bottom in their hearts, if Wen Chen really went to participate in the martial arts competition of the small sect, it would be no different from sending him to death, they knew that when Wen Chen's temper was heard, they couldn't persuade Wen Chen at all.

No one can empathize with the pain that Wenchen suffered, in order to stop the souls of Ma Erpang and Liu Cripple, he must do this.

It was more than half a month, and Wenchen got better, but there was no sign of breaking the mirror after all.

Qi Xidu had already arranged for Wenchen to participate in the competition, and Qi Xidu felt like he was pressing a stone in his heart.

"Boss Wen, have you really thought about it?" Qi Xidu asked.

Wen Chen nodded.

"The competition starts the day after tomorrow, first of all, there is a knockout competition for martial artists and sword cultivators like you who have no sect, and there are twenty people in our Dragon City this time, and the backgrounds are complicated. Qi Xidu reminded.

"I just care about the game, I don't need to know anything else!" Wen Chen said.

Qi Xidu no longer dissuaded.

Qi Xidu wanted to say, it's just Dragon City, and the twenty people participating in the competition, whether it is martial arts or kendo entry, the lowest entry is also six mirrors.

On the third day, the heads of people in the martial arts field of Longcheng School moved, Wen Chen, Qi Xidu, and Liu Zhi stood under the stage, looking at the two people fighting on the stage.

These two are both martial artists in Dragon City, and the martial arts are all in the Six Mirrors, and the game is almost fleeting, and a young martial artist named Ze Tianan knocked down Chu Ziyun, who is also a Six Mirrors martial artist, with one punch.

Wen Chen was ranked in the sixth game, and the first five games were almost the same, and those with a solid foundation were the winners.

In the sixth game, when Wen Chen came to the stage, it was a middle-aged man with seven mirrors of martial arts who fought against Wen Chen.

When the judges reported the three mirrors of Wenchen Martial Arts, the audience sighed.

"Is this kid here looking for death? Martial Arts Three Mirrors vs. Martial Arts Seven Mirrors, didn't you finish laughing?" someone in the audience said.

"I'm betting on Xiao Jingting, I bet that the kid surnamed Wen can't bear a move. I bet ten taels of silver. Another man coaxed.

Soon, almost 90% of the people were betting on Xiao Jingting.

"I bet on Wen Chen, one move will win the Seven Mirrors Martial Arts Xiao Jingting, bet one hundred taels. At this time, a discordant voice was heard from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the man who had said this.

This person is wearing a full body of silver armor, a tiger helmet, and a long sword at his waist.

He pulled out a bag of broken silver from his bosom and shook it at the crowd.

Liu Zhi and Qi Xidu looked at the young man, and Liu Zhi was stunned.

He also looked at Liu Zhi and smiled slightly: "Liu Zhi, do you still recognize me?"

"Li Mucheng?" Liu Zhi was really shocked, he was not fighting on the front line, how could he appear in Dragon City.

Li Mucheng nodded, he looked at Wen Chen and said, "Wen Chen has indeed changed a lot, and the strength of the Martial Dao Three Mirrors is a bit excessive. ”

"Hey, you're here to deliberately make trouble!" The person who had bet on Xiao Jingting before looked at Li Mucheng and said angrily.

Li Mucheng smiled and said, "You bet yours, I bet mine, what's the matter?"

The man stopped talking.

In the ring, Xiao Jingting looked at Wen Chen and smiled contemptuously, he was sure that he could hit Wen Chen with one punch.

Soon, like a bull, he took a few steps forward and punched Wen Chen.

Wen Chen's face did not change, only to see Wen Chen reach out and grab Xiao Jingting's fist, he seemed to pull back lightly as if effortlessly, and then pushed.

Xiao Jingteng's body seemed to be boneless, and he was thrown out a few steps between being pulled and pushed by Wen Chen.

Xiao Jingting's face was shocked, but Wen Chen's body was like a wind, and he appeared in front of Xiao Jingting who had not yet come back to his senses.

A punch was delivered, and Xiao Jingting was directly sent to the school martial arts field.

Everyone in the audience gasped, their eyes wide as cowbells.

"Sister, is he really a three-mirror martial artist?" In the crowd of people in the audience, a girl looked incredulous, and she asked a girl who was a head taller than her next to her.

"There is no doubt about the three mirrors of martial arts, but he has a solid foundation, which is incredible!" sighed the girl who was called her sister.

"And how is he better than his sister?" asked the girl curiously.

"If it's a game, I'm better than him, if it's hard, I'm not against him!"

The girl pouted and said, "Then the next scene is my sister fighting against him, sister, you won't kill him." ”