The maid of the palace led the two of them to a room, and when they were about to reach the door, the maid turned to Yi Wanruo and said, "Girl, please stay, little brother will just follow me in!" Yi Wanruo frowned a few times, pouted and muttered: "What's the big deal, I won't go in!"

Qin Xiaotian pretended to be mature, nodded to Yi Wanruo, and said softly: "You wait here first, I'll come out after a while!" Yi Wanruo ignored it, lowered his head and turned to the other side. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As the maid of the palace entered the room, suddenly, what appeared in front of him was a stunning girl with a charming appearance, her eyes opened lightly, and she gestured to Qin Xiaotian slightly, made a posture of please sit, and said gently: "This brother, please sit, I am Wang Yanran, the young lady of the palace." ”

He hurriedly returned the salute with his fists, and bowed with both hands: "Contemptible Qin Xiaotian, meet Miss Qianjin!" I don't know what advice Miss Wang has.

Wang Yanran covered her mouth and smiled, "You don't have to be polite, now that time is pressing, let me ask you a question!"

Qin Xiaotian smiled, "Miss Wang only sees my appearance, but in fact, I am an immortal cultivator disciple of the O'Mali Empire. Wang Yanran's heart thumped, so you are not a citizen of our empire, as she spoke, a trace of sadness flashed in the corner of her eyes.

"Well, yes. ”

"Ah, I guessed wrong, I just blame my inaccurate vision!" Wang Yanran's words were a little helpless.

Okay, that's it, the competition is about to begin, you can also join in the fun, if you have the opportunity in the future, I invite you to go to my house and sit down.

Wang Yanran glanced at the maid who was standing beside her without saying a word, "You send him out!" The maid nodded and sent Qin Xiaotian out of the room.

In the martial arts hall, there are crowds of people, there are already dozens of players sharpening their knives, jumping and trying to try, jumping and jumping at the front desk to warm up, they all have all kinds of expectations and distant dreams, hoping to have the opportunity to become the king's son-in-law. The average age of them is about sixteen or seventeen, but there are also young students in their twenties.

In the crowd, a voice shouted: "Lord Wang, please your young lady out and let us take a look!"

Someone spat a few mouthfuls of spit and said loudly: "Don't say unlucky things about this brother, today is the day of the princess's daughter, don't you want to hug the beauty?"

I thought, I've been dreaming about it, but I may not have the opportunity, the person who spoke was a young man in his twenties, and I saw that his arms were strong and powerful, and his muscles were bulging, and he should be a reckless man with five big and three thick.

Qin Xiaotian took Yi Wanruo to the front of the stage, he didn't know where so many people would come from, the whole front of the stage was surrounded by water, and when he fell into the eyes, Qin Xiaotian saw dozens of monks also come to join in the excitement.

In the middle of the high ring, an old man who looked like a referee held a bell in his hand, shook it lightly a few times, and then said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, today is the palace daughter's martial arts competition. "As for the rules of this game, they have been clearly stated above, please enter immediately!

At this time, the crowd suddenly boiled, and Qin Xiaotian also followed the players to the backstage of the ring.

After the examiner reported the names of the contestants, Qin Xiaotian stood up from the crowd and asked, "Master, I also want to participate in this martial arts competition!" The examiner was a middle-aged monk in his forties, with a sparse beard and bright eyes, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Qin Xiaotian, an immortal cultivator disciple from the O'Mali Empire!" the middle-aged monk covered his face with his hands, as if he was pondering, and then said: "This martial arts competition is not limited to the disciples of various sects, of course, you can also participate, since you are an immortal cultivator, let's take you as the vanguard force of this competition!"

"Well, yes!" Qin Xiaotian thanked the monk and sat on the sidelines to watch.

About half a pillar of incense time, the referee on the stage sounded loudly, the first round: Qin Xiaotian - Liang Jingping

Qin Xiaotian walked into the ring with a calm face. Growing up, he had never appeared in public on such an occasion, but he did not panic because he was confident and did not take these rabble players into account at all. In his imagination, these players have no real talent and learning, and almost all of them covet the beauty of the princess's daughter, so that Qin Xiaotian's chances of winning are a few more layers.

Liang Jingping is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, with a dark face and a man's unique temperament, he raised his wrist to Qin Xiaotian and said, "Please give me more advice!"

Qin Xiaotian returned the salute one after another, looking at Liang Jingping's face, and with the old man's order, they made a "please" gesture to each other, Liang Jingping took a few steps back, pulled out a long sword with a bang, and then shook it to take Qin Xiaotian's heart. It is not difficult to see that this guy is in a hurry and makes vicious moves, looking at his figure and sword qi, he must be from a certain sect of immortal cultivators.

Qin Xiaotian didn't give in, and he didn't know the other party's confidence, so he pulled out the flame sword in the blink of an eye, and the sword qi of the beam mirror screen flashed sideways, avoiding the opponent's sword. Liang Jingping saw that the white-faced young man in front of him was a few years younger than him, and his body was so good, under his appearance, he couldn't tell that Qin Xiaotian was a master of Duan Zhen's Qi in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

He hurriedly withdrew the long sword in his hand, and when the long sword in his hand was not withdrawn, he suddenly changed his killing move, and the cold long sword instantly stabbed at Qin Xiaotian's wrist, wanting to take the opportunity to control the other party's move.

But Liang Jingping didn't know that Qin Xiaotian had practiced the flame sword technique to the realm of supernatural power, and casually rushed forward with the flame sword in his hand, only to see a light red light and shadow turned into a straight line, which had stabbed Liang Jingping's chest, he screamed, and suddenly fell down.

It seems that this move is sinister and vicious, but in fact, it is Qin Xiaotian's subordinates who are merciful, and only pierce Liang Jingping's chest less than one centimeter, if the Duan Zhen Qi in his body is output, Liang Jingping will be pierced through his heart and killed immediately.

Qin Xiaotian didn't do this, he seized the opportunity to win the other party, and let him lose convincingly, forget it.

Liang Jingping fell in the ring, humming and chirping, and couldn't get up for a long time, the old man waved the bell in his hand, counted one, two, ・・・・・ fifteen, and finally announced loudly: "The first round of piano roars and wins." ”

At this time, the applause in the ring lasted for a long time, Yi Wanru applauded Qin Xiaotian loudly, and said sweetly: "Brother Qin, come on!" But she thought again, if Qin Xiaotian won again and again and became the champion of this martial arts competition, wouldn't this indirectly fulfill his marriage to the daughter of the palace? This would be very unfavorable to her.

The daughters of the palace were mixed in the crowd, watching Qin Xiaotian's first victory coldly, and happily ran into Wang Yanran's room. Yi Wanruo simply stopped applauding Qin Xiaotian, found a place to sit down alone, and lowered his head and ・・・・・・・・・・ (to be continued.) )