Modo's lips were tightly closed, and the palm of his hand that was about to pick up the blade was also clenched into a fist, although he was unwilling in his heart, he still lost after all, and he lost completely. The pen %fun www.biquge.info%pavilion closed his eyes for a moment for a moment, countless thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally opened his eyes, slowly straightened his waist, raised his head to look at Zhang Xuan, who was staring at him, sighed, and said:

"Well, today I lost. The words were very depressed, and the eyelids seemed to become sluggish, drooping.

Seeing that Modo had no intention of fighting again, Zhang Xuan put down the seven-star sword, reversed the hilt, and bowed to Modo:

"I conceded. ”

Modo Road:

"Losing is losing, where you don't concede, how can you Central Plains people be so verbose. ”

When Zhang Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile, Chinese culture has been spreading, these are all out of respect and affirmation between people, thinking that he is a Turkic person, without the influence of Central Plains culture, he acts and speaks without pretentiousness, but he also has a bit of arrogance, I wanted to say a few words, but I thought that he might not be in the mood to talk to him at the moment, so he didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards Pei Min, holding the seven-star sword in both hands, and said:

"The competition is over, and the disciple who lived up to the master's trust won by luck, and the seven-star sword was returned to the master. ”

Pei Min smiled with satisfaction, took the seven-star sword with his right hand, returned the sword to the sheath, and said with a smile:

"I really didn't mistake you, it's good, it's good. ”

Then he took a few steps in front of Modo and asked:

"We're still counting what we agreed to do, right?"

At this moment, Modo has already lost, and if he wants to break his promise, he will be even more embarrassed on his face, and said angrily:

"Since you have already lost, you will naturally do what you say. ”

At this time, Yin Ziqi on the side couldn't stand up, and wanted to stop Modo, saying:

"Brother Modo, this ......"

Mo Duo stretched out his hand to stop Yin Ziqi and said:

"General Yin, let's stop today's business. ”

Where was Yin Ziqi willing to let go of such a peerless opportunity, he didn't want to miss it, and shouted:

"I don't need you to take care of my business. He pulled out his long sword and attacked Pei Min.

To say that Yin Ziqi's martial arts are taught by Pei Min, and his attainments are extraordinary, but his original skills are not correct, and he does not have Gao Fenglin and other extraordinary talents, for Pei Min's many exquisite swordsmanship, he can only understand three or four of them, the power of this sword cannot be underestimated, but in Gao Fenglin's eyes, it seems extremely mediocre, seeing Yin Ziqi's words and no faith, and going back on his word, Gao Fenglin, who has long been unable to look down, has an excuse at this time.

stepped forward, slapped out his right palm, only to hear a "snap" palm slapped on Yin Ziqi's sword blade, secretly pouring a little internal force, Yin Ziqi only felt that this seemingly ordinary palm was extremely powerful, and he almost shook off the sword in his hand, but he was a master disciple of the Sword Saint, and his means were naturally not mediocre.

Yin Ziqi reacted strangely, with a flick of his wrist, he circled the long sword around his wrist, and then held the hilt of the sword again, so that the internal force on the sword had been removed by seven or eight points. Seeing that Gao Fenglin intervened, he was already angry in his heart, so he was even more angry, and shouted:

"Where did the ignorant junior come from, dare to meddle with Lao Tzu's affairs. ”