"You are the 'Merry Sword Ruffian' who defeated Senior Brother Yuwen?"

At this moment, a loud voice sounded from behind Ren Qinglian.

Ren Qinglian looked back, and saw that the person who spoke was a short, thin middle-aged man, with blazing eyes, and it could be seen that his martial arts were not weak.

"Are you talking about Yu Wentian?" Thinking of the other party's words, Ren Qinglian said tentatively.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, noncommittal.

Ren Qinglian finally confirmed that the "Senior Brother Yuwen" this person was talking about was Yuwen Tian, who was drunk by him in Fengyue Pavilion not long ago.

"I don't know what Your Excellency is called!" Although she didn't know when she had defeated Yu Wentian, Ren Qinglian still pretended to be disapproving.

"Hmph, if you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, and you will send Kasaiyuan in Xiakongtong. ”

At this time, Ren Qinglian suddenly saw the wooden sign pinned to this person's waist, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you a martial arts player from the Kongtong faction this time?"

Ge Xiyuan had an angry face, but thinking that even Yu Wentian was not this person's opponent, and he had no intention of being bored, he snorted before saying: "Don't think that you are lucky to win my junior brother, you will be superior to others when you worship the Sword Pavilion, and you will have a time to see you again in the future!"

Ren Qinglian was stunned when she heard this, although she didn't know where to start with this distinction between superior and inferior, but listening to the other party's words, it seemed that she didn't plan to compete with herself today?!

On that day, Yu Wentian was ashamed to find Ge Xiyuan to participate in this competition instead of him, and no matter how Ge Xiyuan asked, Yu Wentian was vague, which made Ge Xiyuan more and more sure that Yu Wentian must have lost the battle very badly. Now that he saw this so-called "Merry Sword Ruffian" with his own eyes, Kasai Yuan became more and more sure of his guesses, and the fear in his heart deepened.

As for the momentum revealed on Ren Qinglian's body, it can only be said that this merry sword ruffian is too insidious, and he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger all the time.

Ren Qinglian is happy to have one less big enemy, that Murong Xuan is a woman, and participating in this competition is probably just a face sold by the Nishang faction to the six doors, and the rest is only the winner of this melee who is her big enemy.

He is self-aware, and he knows that the Zhong Jie'an of the Shaolin Temple is definitely not something he can challenge now.

Since it is a competition, it is different from fighting in the rivers and lakes after all.

The victory or defeat of the melee ended with the martial artist being deprived of his waist card, and when Ren Qinglian and the two were talking, the number of people in the school martial arts field had been reduced from hundreds to eleven at the beginning.

Kasai Yuan obviously knew the rules of the martial arts competition for a long time, which was evident from the fact that he had just come to the martial arts field of this school.

This undoubtedly made Ren Qinglian hate the old white fox so much, not only did she not tell herself the slightest bit about the rules of the competition in advance, but also made people call herself out of the warm quilt early in the morning, you know, in Chang'an in September, the weather has begun to get cooler.

However, complaining is complaining, and being able to witness the melee of these warriors with her own eyes can be regarded as a small gain for Ren Qinglian.

Kasai Yuan found Ren Qinglian just because he was not angry in his heart, and by the way, he admitted defeat in private, so as not to admit defeat in person when he competed for a while.

At this time, seeing that Ren Qinglian was so concerned about the competition of these combat scum scum, she couldn't help but feel a little disdainful in her heart, and said with a sneer: "It's all secular martial arts, just a 'whirlwind knife' child crown can have the appearance of a crane of chickens!"

Ren Qinglian was naturally full of interest when she saw these so-called masters of the rivers and lakes for the first time, and she just smiled when she heard Ge Xiyuan's words, "The one who made a Mo knife turned out to be the 'Whirlwind Knife' Tong Guan?"

Kasai Yuan was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he was much worse than this merry sword ruffian compared to the fact that there was no one in his eyes.

Ren Qinglian didn't know that her casual words would be regarded as no one in Ge Xiyuan's eyes, and continued: "I don't know how Brother Ge compares to this 'Whirlwind Knife'?"

"Naturally, it's better!" is a matter of the face of the Kongtong faction, although in Kasai Yuan's heart, the two sides are only five or five, but he still said with a determined face.

Although Ren Qinglian has made a slight breakthrough in martial arts, her vision is too shallow after all, and the competitions on the school martial arts field are all brilliant martial arts in his opinion, but as for the superiority, he can't understand it. Seeing what Kasai Yuan said, he didn't doubt it, but said, "I don't think so!"

Kasai Yuan was furious and was about to speak, and the competition on the field also reached the last moment.

I saw that the "whirlwind knife" Tong Guan made a strange knife like a slender hand folding flowers, fast, accurate, strange, clear, like slow and fast, Ren Qinglian was dazzled and couldn't help but cheer loudly.

I saw that the boy crown had already brushed the long back of one of them on the elbow of the Quchi point.

The man only felt that his whole body was sore, and the five fingers of Tong Guan had already grabbed his waist.

At the same time, Tong Guanwei flickered, and the Mo knife swirled, and he had already hit the other person's Quchi acupoint again, so the trick was repeated, and the opponent's waist card was taken away.

Like this again and again, the Mo knife was danced by him like a whirlwind, and there was a muffled hum in the field, and six people had already fallen out of the battle circle, and the wooden cards on their bodies were firmly grasped by the other party.

The remaining four people gritted their teeth and raised their swords to attack, Tong Guan laughed, and the Mo knife was suddenly on top of the four swords, and the four of them felt a dagger like a blade, and the invisible and qualitative cold energy pierced directly into their hands, and immediately abandoned the sword, fell to the ground, and resisted.

It's not that their internal strength is not strong, in fact, the remaining eleven people are all second-rate masters, and the difference between the strength of each other's internal strength is not obvious, but Tong Guan condensed the cold energy into a little bit and attacked their veins, catching them off guard.

The victory or defeat has been decided, Kasai Yuan opened his mouth, and the original five-five calculation in his heart was already a little drumming at this time.

The second round of the competition was carried out after a stick of incense, Ren Qinglian and the others needed to put their respective waist cards into a sealed wooden box kept by the celebrant eunuch, and then the four adults on the stage drew four people from it, and the remaining one directly advanced to the third round of the competition.

Ren Qinglian prayed from the bottom of her heart, hoping to make herself the one who had a bye. It's just that the gods and Buddhas did not answer the prayers of him, an outsider.

The results came out, and in the second round of the competition, Ren Qinglian played against Murong Xuan, by Ge Xiyuan against Tong Guan, and Zhong Jie'an of Shaolin Temple had a bye, and directly advanced to the next round of competition.

On the high platform, Xing Zhutou said with a smile: "It seems that in the second round, Shaolin Temple will not come out to bully people!"

"Xing Zhutou, what have you done?" said the thin-looking general with a strange expression.

"That's not it, this waist card was taken out by the four of us together, how can we hide from General Li what we want to do. Xing Zhutou laughed loudly, and then set his eyes on the person he had elected—Ren Qinglian.

It's not that he didn't do anything without his hands and feet, with Xing Zhutou's martial arts, he could naturally figure out the name engraved on the waist card in a very short time!