The ancient martial arts heart method was originally deduced from the Taoist cultivation method, and as Ren Qinglian continued to silently use the nameless heart method, a stream of cool air gushed out from the internal strength of his body, making his spiritual platform become clear again.

However, Ren Qinglian was only a first glimpse of the way in the cultivation of this nameless mental method, and as Murong Xuan's singing sounded, his mind was rippling again, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised: Such an evil sect?

The thought flashed, Ren Qinglian's body shook slightly, gritted her teeth and worked her heart to the extreme, and her whole face turned red.

"No!" Ren Qinglian's mind still had a trace of clarity, and seeing Murong Xuan walking towards the lotus step, he hurriedly stood up and said, "The song is a good song, but this word is too plain and unremarkable." ”

Murong Xuan was stunned for a moment, but soon sneered: "If Pavilion Master Ren can't hold on, just admit defeat, why bother to make such nonsense! Or does Ren Gongzi have a more clever word?"

Ren Qinglian saw that she had finally stopped seducing her soul, and her face was not red and her heart was not beating, and she smiled: "That's natural." ”

Murong Xuanhu stared at him suspiciously, "Isn't this a delaying tactic?"

Ren Qinglian sneered: "My son is afraid that you won't be able to sing this famous poem!"

Murong Xuanxing's eyes widened, and he snorted: "Then you should think about it, if you ...... If it's really as good as you say, you win the competition. ”

"What do you mean that you won, this son is originally holding the winning ticket, if it weren't for the girl's words being too bad for this song......" Ren Qinglian said unconvinced, seeing Murong Xuan angrily put his hand on the zither, and hurriedly suppressed his voice and said: "The gentleman is ...... words."

"Whip the horse!" Murong Xuan glared at him angrily.

Ren Qinglian sang proudly: "The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together." Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river......"

"This poem ......" Murong Xuan was stunned for a moment, but from the first sentence, she knew that what Ren Qinglian said was true.

On the high platform, Xing Zhutou turned his head to look at the three generals: "Who wrote this poem?"

"You don't know?" the old general asked angrily, the three of them were all martial artists, and Xing Zhutou came to ask them about poetry, wouldn't it be playing the piano to the cow.

Xing Zhutou reacted and laughed dryly. Although he is a little literate in literature and ink, he is not a literati after all, and he can't remember when he heard such a poem, and he can't see through that pavilion master.

In the stands, seeing Ren Qinglian, who was already crumbling, suddenly turned the situation around, the warriors watching the battle all looked sideways.

"This 'Merry Sword Ruffian' can actually do the kind of evil skills of the Neon Dress Sect?"

Yin Gang is formless and formless, and can confuse people's hearts, in the eyes of many martial artists, it is an evil skill.

Because the distance was too far, everyone didn't hear the agreement reached by the two people on the field, but now they saw Ren Qinglian open her mouth, as if she was reciting a poem, and then, it was even able to make Murong Xuan lose his soul, in their opinion, the evil skills of these two people are only afraid that they are not compatible.

Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" has been passed down through the ages, and it is naturally worthy of its reputation, Ren Qinglian finished reading the whole poem, and looked at Murong Xuan with a good face, and reminded: "I am willing to lose the bet!"

Murong Xuan stared at him with a complicated expression for a while before saying, "You made this poem?"

"Not bad. Ren Qinglian's face was not red, and her heart was not beating, and she said in a panic.

"Okay, I'll admit defeat!" Murong Xuan seemed to suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, "Ren Gongzi is both civil and military, can I sing this poem?"

"Of course. "Plagiarized things, Ren Qinglian naturally doesn't care about them.

"That'...... We'll have a meeting later. Murong Xuan's face was slightly red, and he said that Shi Shiran left.

It was fried in the stands off the field.

"It's going to be decided so soon?" just read a poem, and everyone found it a little difficult to accept.

However, some people feel that it should be like this: "Murong Xuan lost to the Pavilion Master Ren in the martial arts he is best at, don't forget, the Ren family's Taixu Heaven Replenishing Heaven Sword Technique is the Pavilion Master's stunt!"

"Shhh

Ren Qinglian didn't notice when Murong Xuan left, just as he didn't know how the other party landed in front of him.

The whole process of the competition seemed unfathomable and thrilling to outsiders, but in fact, it was a bit of child's play, which made the four examiners on the high platform look at each other.

Ren Qinglian looked at the other side of the school martial arts field with a concerned face.

In contrast, the competition between Kasai Yuan and Tong Guan is much more intense, and it seems that it is time to decide the winner.

Kasai Yuan made a three-foot iron rod, and Ren Qinglian's previous sarcasm and suspicion made him extremely interested in the outcome of this competition, and he really used his twelve-point skills.

Tong Guan was originally a ranger in Bingzhou, and this time he came to see it for the Huangji Dan, so this battle is also quite important to him.

By now, the two of them have already fought with real fire.

I saw that Kasai Yuan made a move to "beat the mandarin duck", and suddenly closed the stick, and halfway through the stick, Ge Deng rang again, and it had become a long stick in his early seven feet, carrying an extremely frightening wind, and swept his waist!

Tong Guan looked disdainful, and snorted slightly: "The prestige of the 'Soul Chasing Stick' turns out to be just retractable like a turtle!"

Before the words fell, the Mo knife in his hand was slanted on his shoulder and back, and with a move of "Flying Immortals from the Sky", he encircled Ge Xiyuan into a cold light knife shadow.

"Hmph, the carving insect skill is just the same way as the Shaolin 'Magic Wand Descending Method', and I dare to call it 'Flying Immortals Outside the Sky'!"

Ren Qinglian was shocked by Ge Xiyuan's light and agile body, "pouted", and said to herself: "Is this the Wuxiang Qiankun step of the Kongtong faction?"

Sure enough, I saw that Tong Guan said with a calm face: "Wuxiang Qiankun is really exquisite!" After speaking, he saw that the Mo knife in his hand was shattered and fell to the ground.

Ge Xiyuan laughed: "Brother Tong is crisscrossing the state, acting chivalrous and righteous, Ge has always admired it, but this battle is about the honor of the master, and I have to offend!"

Tong Guanmo's knife has been broken, and it is boring to fight again, although he doesn't know where the other party's sentence "related to the honor of the master" comes from, but Ge Xiyuan's words still made his face look a little better, "Don't dare to be! Don't dare to be!" said that, he handed the waist card to Ge Xiyuan.

The second round of the competition ended, and the final competition adopted a challenge system, and the three of them could challenge each other, but what made Xing Zhutou a little embarrassed was that before the competition started, Kasai Yuan chose to abstain.

Ren Qinglian naturally knew that this guy was afraid of being challenged by herself, and when the time came, she would lose face from the Kongtong faction. However, this also made Ren Qinglian breathe a long sigh of relief.