Tingtao Pavilion is the "bull's ear" of the rivers and lakes of the wind town, and the people in the mountain gate are strict with themselves, and they have the style of hermit chivalry, so their local reputation is extremely high. The income of the mountain gate mainly comes from the bodyguards, and at the same time, it will also go out for the government, and there are some fragmentary incomes.

In the north of the town, there are thirty-two towns and eight main cities. Because of its proximity to the north, Storm Town can be regarded as a lonely and remote town, and it is a very small town among all the towns.

Tingtao Pavilion should have been at the bottom of the rivers and lakes under the jurisdiction of the north of the town, but because of the perennial exchanges and exchanges with the Iron Fist Sect of Tieliu Town and the Divine Sword Sect of Huaguang Town, and the mutual support, it has faintly become a trend of collusion, so it occupies the name of a middle-class sect.

The main way for the three factions to communicate is the annual martial arts competition. This year, it is the turn of Tingtao Pavilion to undertake this matter, and the martial arts competition is just outside the mountain gate of Tingtao Pavilion.

Feng Qianmo is an idle master, and he is equivalent to the helper apprentice of Tingtao Pavilion, of course, he is obliged to participate-

The construction of the ring.

"Shui Yin, you said that the Divine Sword Sect can really fly a sword to take people's heads?" Feng Qianmo chatted with Shui Yin, a newly known outer disciple, while helping with the work.

Shui Yin is also a young child, who has worked hard a few days ago and has just entered the product realm. He did not have the slightest jealousy of the fact that Feng Qianmo, who was about the same age as himself, had reached the peak of his entry, but admired him very much.

At this moment, I finally have something to say, and of course I am happy to show off:

Last year, I went to the Divine Sword Sect to watch a martial arts competition, and there was a female sword fairy, who was really a fairy figure! The person is handsome, and the swordsmanship is so good, I can see the sword light flickering far away from the ring, so chic!"

Feng Qianmo thought silently: Why didn't I see my master flying a sword for myself? If he really wanted to be able to show such a hand, then he might believe it so-so when he said that he was the first in the world!

Feng Qingtong wanted to know that his apprentice had this knowledge, and it was estimated that he would spurt out a mouthful of old blood......

"It's good, I also want to be a chic sword immortal!" Feng Qianmo yearned for it, and touched the page of the swordsmanship heart method that he had been collecting closely.

Shui Yin laughed: "Jun Xing, let's listen to Tao Pavilion if you don't teach swordsmanship, you want to become a sword immortal, I'm afraid you have to switch to the Divine Sword Sect, and I can't say that you can marry that sword fairy sister home!"

An older fellow brother next to him happened to be busy not far away, and when he heard the two silly boys gossiping there, he scolded with a smile:

"You two babies, but you are very rebellious, believe it or not, I quit whipping and serving?"

That fellow senior brother was none other than one of the four people in the inner gate, whose realm was as high as the middle stage of the Voyeur Star. The personality is calm, and the main door is disciplined, but the mouth is always out of tune, and he always likes to talk to the disciples in the door.

Although Shui Yin has only been in the door for more than a year, he didn't see the third senior brother in the inner door at all, and grinned: "Third senior brother, when do you say I can also go to the inner door to gangsters?"

In fact, there is no distinction between the inner and outer disciples of Tingtao Pavilion in terms of status, and this inner and outer door is purely divided for the purpose of teaching according to their aptitude. It can be seen that Yunqi Dao people are human beings.

The third senior brother was not annoyed at all, and deliberately mocked: "You, it's early! With your qualifications, I'm afraid that you have to stay at the outer gate even if you have a beard, how can you have the slightest demeanor of your senior brother back then? I think back then, I broke through three realms in a year, and I was close to the peep star!"

The three senior brothers were beaming with pride, and a woman with a slightly cold face also appeared in the ring at some point:

"Then the realm was stuck for five years, and it didn't move at all. ”

The third senior brother's face was stunned, and when he saw the person who came, he was a little helpless: "Senior sister, don't you always dismantle my platform!

The surrounding people laughed, and some of the bold ones even booed, obviously accustomed to the drama of these two people building a stage and demolishing the stage. Shui Yin, a slightly introverted child, laughed especially loudly at this time.

Then, the senior sister led the third senior brother back to the inner gate - before the competition, the Yunqi Daoist naturally had to explain some things to the four people in the inner gate.

Feng Qianmo and his fellow disciples continued to be busy with the things in their hands, feeling even more sunny and in a good mood.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and the martial arts competition began as scheduled.

I don't know why, the number of requests for sending darts has suddenly increased in the past few days, and they are all rare big orders. I heard that there was a mountain villa to be prepared, and many valuables needed to be escorted, so almost all the disciples of the Inner Gate Star Realm went out to send darts. That's it, the disciples of the Star Glimpse Realm are still in short supply.

Of course, the four people in the middle of the Star Realm who were going to participate in the competition naturally wanted to stay.

Seeing that those senior brothers and sisters were reluctant to leave one by one, Feng Qianmo was even more looking forward to this year's martial arts competition.

The Divine Sword Sect, the Iron Fist Sect, and the Tingtao Pavilion, the three major sects, were already divided into three camps around the huge ring. As for red tape such as greetings, greetings, and exchanges, it is naturally not something that Feng Qianmo can control.

There was only one thought in his mind now: look at the flying sword!

Both men and women in the Divine Sword Sect are white-shirted and sword-bearing, quite a sword immortal, and as for the Iron Fist Gate, it is full of reckless atmosphere - all muscles are exposed, and the steel and iron bones are big men.

The order of the competition is to listen to the Tao Pavilion to fight the Iron Fist Sect first, and then fight the Divine Sword Sect.

According to the rules, this year, Tingtao Pavilion is the host, and he will accept the challenges of the two major sects one after another. Originally, it was supposed to be a two-day competition, but this year there was some surprise - there were urgent matters in the two major sects, and they all hoped to complete the competition within one day and rush back quickly. This means that the four of Tingtao Pavilion will face a wheel battle.

Yunqi Daoist has never paid attention to victory or defeat, so he agreed, and specially apologized to the four people in the inner door, hoping not to be tired, which is also a kind of tempering.

Of course, the four of them would not blame their masters, but who in their hearts did not want to win if they practiced martial arts? Therefore, if they wanted to win a big victory today, they not only had to defeat the Iron Fist Sect, but also conserved their physical strength as much as possible.

First of all, a strong man from the Iron Fist Gate appeared on the stage, and the third senior brother stepped into the ring with a serious face with a whisk in his hand.

After the two of them finished saluting, the third senior brother took the lead directly, obviously to fight quickly. With a touch of dust, a soft spiritual power in the shape of water waves hit the waist of the strong man.

The water wave seemed to be slow, but it reached the strong man in an instant. The strong man was stunned for a moment, obviously a little caught off guard, so he could only punch it open.

But the water attribute is already soft, and Tingtao Pavilion is well versed in the way of overcoming rigidity with softness, and the strong man is still a little surging with blood.

The third senior brother took the opportunity to directly bully him, and his robe fluttered, like a snow-white bird spreading its wings.

The strong man suddenly became angry--You are in the same realm as me, why do you dare to attack my strengths with your own shortcomings?

Offstage, Yunqi Daoist frowned slightly.

The third senior brother was shocked in his heart, but he was not flustered, he was as flexible as a water wave, he just dodged the lock of the qi machine, wrapped his palms around the strong man's arm, but gently gave the strong man a few palms, and like a snow-white bird, he fluttered back to the same place.

The strong man didn't think anything at first, but just as he was about to chase after him, the spiritual power in the meridians directly rushed to each other, and it was difficult to advance an inch for a while, and his face was red.

The third senior brother smiled freely, saluted with a whisk, and said, "Accept!"

If he had slapped more water-attribute spiritual power into the strong man's body just now, with the viscosity of the water-attribute spiritual power, the clash of spiritual power in his body would not be something that could be solved by breathing for a while. So, in terms of the battle so far, he has already won.

In fact, over the years, the competition has always been like this, the Tingtao Pavilion with the attribute of the softest water is better than the Iron Fist Sect; and the Divine Sword Sect is better than the Listening Tao Pavilion because of the long sword that can break the obstacles in the weapon; the Iron Fist Sect is often unexpectedly able to defeat the Divine Sword Sect because of its unreasonable cultivation and the Iron Fist that breaks through ten thousand laws with one force.

The third senior brother was quietly waiting for the other side to admit defeat at the moment, but unexpectedly, after the strong man eased up, he probably was taken down because of three or two moves, and he couldn't get over his face, so he brazenly shouted: "Come again!"

The third senior brother frowned and looked at the head of the Iron Fist Sect opposite, the middle-aged strong man did not move at all.

The third senior brother sighed, faintly feeling that this competition always exuded a strange aura, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Everything is a little unusual, but it makes sense.

After all, the three factions have been friends for many years, and it is not good to really tear face, so the third senior brother had to accompany this big man to fight again:

"Please advise. ”

......

Later, the third senior brother had obviously won many times, but the big man just couldn't stay on the stage with a dead face, and even Feng Qianmo was a little angry-is this consuming the spiritual power of the third senior brother for the Divine Sword Sect?

Originally, it was not easy for the junior to say much about Yunqi Dao, but at this moment, he couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed in the audience. The head of the Iron Fist Gate looked ashamed, and finally called the disciple of the door who was as thick-skinned as the city wall in the ring.

The third senior brother was gone, and his forehead was already covered with fine sweat, and the fact that he was a cultivator was sweating so much was already very revealing.

In order not to hurt people and convince people, the loss of the third senior brother is even greater than that of the big man.

Many outer disciples around hurriedly surrounded him and massaged the third senior brother, and Yun Ling recovered his physical strength. Of course, almost everyone was complaining about the third senior brother.

Shui Yin and Feng Qianmo naturally surrounded them, and Shui Yin was especially angry, and he was about to scold.

Then, the third senior brother went to Yunqi Daoren, he faintly felt that this competition was not ordinary, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

After talking to Yunqi Daoist about his thoughts, Yunqi Daoist also noticed that something was not right, in previous years, the Iron Fist Sect did not have such a dead face, and the head of the Iron Fist Sect has always been free and easy, what is the reason for letting the Divine Sword Sect win the competition this time?

The two of them couldn't figure out what could they do in this competition, even if the Divine Sword Sect won, so they had to continue to watch.

Later, the senior brother Feng Qianmo had never seen, and the senior sister who only had one side of the relationship all stepped into the ring.

World War II was won.

But without exception, all of them revisited the experience of the third senior brother, and the loss was great.

Moreover, the strength of the two is not as good as that of the third senior brother, and the situation of being deliberately depleted is easier to be covered up by the other party, and it is not easy for Yunqi Dao people to attack.

Most of the people in the audience are young outer disciples, so they have no scruples. Even if the door rules are excellent, I don't have any temper on weekdays, and I can't help but scold my mother at this moment!

This kind of deliberate consumption is really disgusting to them.

What kind of dog's iron fist faction? It's called the Eight Sects of the Turtle King!

At this time, the last inner disciple of Tingtao Pavilion finally stepped into the ring, and he saluted slightly:

"Please advise. ”