Just when the audience was arguing and couldn't make up his mind, a person laughed a few times, and with the laughter, the person had rushed to the ring; that person looked lean, with a very high jawbone, well-dressed, a hippie smiling face, without any seriousness, holding a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Hehe, the arrogant rats dare to be presumptuous in front of the heroes, today my Qingcheng faction will teach you a lesson" This person is Han Jiangzi, and those who know his character all shake their heads, no name or annoyance, and said lightly: "Please show your skills"

He laughed a few more times and shouted: "Okay" As he spoke, he put away his smile, suddenly closed the fan, and rushed straight to the nameless, only to see that there was no movement in his hand, when the person swept to the nameless approach, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and his hand shook only to hear a few small sounds of "whoosh", and several black needles shot out.

Seeing this, everyone in the audience secretly scolded Han Jiangzi for being despicable and shameless, but now facing a big enemy, no one said it, and Nameless was also shocked.

Han Jiangzi was slightly stunned when he saw this, and said with a smile: "Good means" As soon as the words fell, the folding fan in his hand was thrown out horizontally, cutting straight at the nameless neck, only to see that when the folding fan was turning, a sharp punch suddenly flashed at the top of the fan, and the cold light flashed, like a sawtooth, if it was cut, how could it still be killed.

Nameless hurriedly drew his sword to block, thinking that he would shoot down the fan, but unexpectedly it turned in a circle in the air, and then swirled into Han Jiangzi's hands, seeing that he was in danger as soon as he made a move, although the means were not very glorious, but there were still a lot of cheers in the audience, and some people shouted: "What, this is just a street fight, a shameless move of acrobatics, he used it against the enemy, and only this kind of brazen person can do it"

I saw Han Jiangzi on the stage and smiled namelessly: "What's the matter, can I do this trick a thousand times?"

Han Jiangzi sneered disappreciatively: "Then let you taste the power of my trick Hundred Birds and Phoenix" He said as he spoke, and came in a hurry to come without a name.

Before the figure arrived, several flying needles were shot out in his hand, his body was erratic, up and down, left and right, and his light achievements were not shallow, and the heroes in the audience only heard a "clanging" sound of iron impact.

Sharp-eyed people took a closer look, only to see the nameless flying needles pouring down on him like raindrops, laughing at Han Jiangzi and laughing at him, he couldn't help but put away his contempt, and the heroes in the audience thought: "If I were here, I might not be able to win it."

Han Jiangzi saw that the other party's sword move was faster than he imagined, he was also a little anxious, and with a shake of his hand, the "Sad Tiger Hand" rushed to Nameless, Nameless originally saw that the other party's flying needle was impermeable, and it seemed to be inexhaustible, and he was secretly anxious, but at this time, seeing that the other party suddenly came and grabbed it, he sneered and shouted: "It's good to come"

Han Jiangzi heard this, and said secretly in his heart: "It's not good" When he wanted to stop it, it was too late, only to see Nameless suddenly slapped a palm on his side, hitting Han Jiangzi's left ribs, and suddenly a cold air invaded his whole body, and at the same time he screamed "Ah" and fell under the stage, the Qingcheng disciples were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly helped Han Jiangzi back to his original position.

Han Jiangzi felt a wave of heat surging into his heart again, and at the same time there was a cold air, alternating between cold and hot, which made his face blue and red for a while, and he suddenly spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and passed out.

There is a cadre of monks in the southeast corner of the stage, which is the Shaolin faction, and at this time Shaolin is headed by Kehui Zen Master, Ke Hui sat on the wooden chair and never said a word, but Wu Ben and others behind him talked about it.

Wu Yin said: "That nameless trick seems to be extraordinary, and now all factions dare not come to power, senior brother, what do you see...?"

Wuben's eyes narrowed slightly: "Amitabha, this person only wants to challenge the various factions, not the position of the leader of the alliance, and his methods are unpredictable."

Wu Yin said thoughtfully: "Senior brother, I think this person challenges the major sects, but he just wants to compete for the first place in the world, and he didn't just say the name of the first sword in the world."

Wu Ben said: "I really don't know what this person's intentions are?" I only heard Ke Hui say leisurely: "Now that civil strife is everywhere, the thieves have not been swept away, and there is civil strife at a critical juncture, I really don't know what kind of catastrophe my Central Plains martial arts will face?"

While a few people were talking, they heard the nameless voice say loudly: "I don't know which other sect has come up to give teaching?" At this moment, only a woman shouted: "The nameless man should not be arrogant, and the poor nun will meet you for a while."

The nun shouted, and one jumped onto the high platform, and Ke Hui asked, "This master is a person from Hengshan?"

Wu Ben said: "Master Yu, as far as the disciples know, all factions have suffered mutations, and the heads of the Wuyue Sword Sect have been captured by the Dongying people, and recently I heard that they were rescued by the beggar gang, but for some reason the heads of the various factions have not returned to the mountain, and this time the Wuyue Sword Sect came to participate in the conference, except for Mount Tai and Hengshan, all other representatives participated, this master is the current senior sister of the head of Huixu, Hui Lan, it is said that she is the temporary head of the house" Ke Hui Wenyan nodded.

Hui Lan was wearing a blue and white robe, her eyes were like stars, her expression was resolute, although she was a woman, her figure also looked thin, but from the moment she stepped into the ring, she was praised by the heroes in the audience, and secretly raised her thumb.

Hui Lan held a long sword, pointed at the nameless and said coldly: "Poor Ni Heng Mountain Huilan, come to learn your Excellency's high moves" Nameless said: "Please"

Hui Lan stabbed with a sword, her body was as fast as the wind, and she raised her sword to block it namelessly, but she saw that Hui Lan made the "Yuhua Sword Technique" The tricks were dense and rigorous, although it was not as fierce as the Nameless Sword Technique, but there was no flaw, and the sword shadows of the two were hazy, and a few faces had intersected several moves, and many people in the audience were dazzled and dizzy.

The two intersected again, and Hui Lan saw the nameless strange tricks and thought to herself: "This person is really not an idle person, it seems that I have a big support" But she has always had a strong sense of self-esteem, and she has been on the stage at this time, how can she easily retreat.

Seeing that Hui Lan's sword moves were gentle, and the body was impenetrable, he couldn't overcome it for a while, and secretly thought: "If I don't use some means, if there is a tough battle in the future, I will suffer."

Thinking of this, his sword moves became more and more powerful, and the sword he slashed towards Hui Lan's shoulder, if he wanted to go two inches forward, he stabbed the other party, but for some reason he kicked again, this blow seemed a little redundant.

Hui Lan thought that his desire for merit was out of proportion, but she who had been holding on to it suddenly raised her sword to stab the opponent's lower abdomen, and the nameless sword swung open, and her left hand suddenly slapped out, seeing that the opponent's palm power had a cold aura, she didn't dare to respond to its edge, and retreated sharply.

How could she have been on the edge of the high platform, at this time without paying attention, as soon as the back foot fell into the air, he was about to fall off the stage, and he was in a hurry to fight with his feet, as if he was glued to the corner of the ring, and his body moved back sharply, and the heroes in the audience saw this and shouted: "Good kung fu"

Then I heard a woman shouting: "Be careful" Just when she turned around, she saw a nameless sword stabbing straight over, the sword aura was irresistible, only to see a figure jump out, only to hear the sound of "swish", and blocked the sword back.

Hui Lan had palpitations, and when she came back to her senses, there was a Taoist aunt in a black robe standing in front of her, and the person who shouted just now was also this person, only to see her turn around and hug her fists and say, "Senior Sister Hui Lan, are you okay?" This person is Chifeng, the head of Emei.

Chifeng and Hui Lan also had some friendship in the early years, and she also knew a thing or two about the changes in Heng Mountain, just now when she saw that Hui Lan was invincible and was worried about her life, she stepped forward and blocked the nameless fatal blow.

Hui Lan hugged her fists with a look of shame and said: "Thank you Mrs. Shi for coming to the rescue" Chi Feng waved his hand and said: "Senior sister, you are tired, go down to rest first, and let the poor nun also come to ask for a few tricks" While speaking, his voice became more and more cold.

Chifeng turned around and stared at Nameless with his eyes like lightning, Hui Lan said, "Master is too careful" She jumped off the stage, and all the disciples rushed up to ask about the injury.

Chifeng took two steps forward and hugged his fists and said: "In the lower Emei Chifeng, you can learn your Excellency's high moves, if you need to recover your strength, you can rest for a while."

Nameless said: "No, please" The two said but no one made the first move, Chifeng just stared at each other with a whisk in his hand, although Chifeng had seen a few tough battles without a name, but the strange tricks he used made her feel clueless, let alone what kind of martial arts he was, and she didn't dare to be careless because she also played twelve points of spirit.