The competition is still ongoing.

The old housekeeper Su Bo came to the center of the field, looked at the brocade scroll in his hand, and said loudly: "The next thing to compete in is ......"

He suddenly stopped, looked at a young man who had already walked into the arena and asked, "Young man, what sect are you from?"

The young man calmly said to Subo: "I came from the mountains, and I have no sect. ”

Su Bo was stunned for a while, and then read: "Next, the one who is going to compete is the rookie who is trying for the first time, and there are no sect people. ”

There was another commotion at the table, over the years, there have been many competitions in the rivers and lakes, but there are not many young people who can participate in such a grand event.

Although Na Mo Shen Trace is known as the Young Master, he is actually forty years old, and he has been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, even his father, the peak master of Martial Dao Peak, Mo Tianqiu, is not as good as his kung fu. People are already familiar with this master, so at the moment they are paying more attention to his opponent, this little-known and unknown teenager.

He looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, tall, with a somewhat slender figure characteristic of his growing years, plainly dressed, and of an ordinary appearance, the only thing that made him look unusual was the cavalry broadsword in his hand.

This knife is nearly eight feet long, with a bronze long handle, a snow-bright blade, and a red cloud pattern on the knife body, majestic and domineering.

At this moment, the snowy blade fell to the ground, and the slender young man stood like a pine, like a young general who had just entered the battlefield.

The two started a war, Mo Shenji's swordsmanship was mature and sophisticated, not arrogant or impatient, he attacked at the time, calmly retreated, he was indeed an expert in martial arts, and the spectators in the seat praised again and again, and many masters of the rivers and lakes sighed to themselves.

The young man holding the cavalry broadsword on the opposite side was even more surprising, although he seemed ordinary at first, but when the sword of the strange god stabbed in front of him, the moment he picked up the heavy and huge cavalry knife in his hand, his eyes suddenly radiated a decisive and enthusiastic light, in the face of a strong and powerful opponent, he seemed to be very excited, his expression was like an eagle soaring high in the sky, brave and confident.

The two fought dozens of rounds, evenly matched, the victory and defeat were inseparable, the situation seemed to be very tense, and the hearts of the spectators in the seats were also tense.

But there are always some people who can take a breath from the tense and exciting atmosphere, and Yuan Xiaoyi is such a person.

She turned her head to Hai Canglan and whispered: "Master, the martial arts of the so-called masters in the famous sects are really not flattering, and a kid with no sect can make it difficult for him to parry, it's really sad......"

Hai Canglan heard her say this, his eyes still stopped on the martial arts trial ground, and he chuckled: "This strange trace kung fu is good, this young man, although he has no door or faction, but his sword skills are really powerful." ”

Hai Canglan was commenting on the two of them in this game, and suddenly, a strong man walked out of the back seat, he combed his strange braids, wore personalized clothes, came to Yuan Xiaoyi, and said: "This little brother, he looks like Si Swenwen, and his tone is not small. ”

"My name is Suogebu, I am the Gods of the Rong Kingdom, Hezhe Daur's subordinates cut the wolf left envoy, half a year ago I competed with the young master of Mo, and I was convinced, now I see that your little brother is so angry, I don't even pay attention to the young master of Mo, I want to compete with you!"

When Yuan Xiaoyi heard him say this, she immediately panicked, just looking at his head made her scared, not to mention, asking her three-legged cat to compete with him!

She barely held her mind, but she didn't know how to answer, and she was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Hai Canglan suddenly spoke, chuckled and said to the wolf-slaying left envoy Suo Gebu: "My little apprentice has seen little of the world, and the competition in this one is not clear, so the left envoy should not worry about her." ”

Then Hai Canglan said to Yuan Xiaoyi with a relaxed smile: "Wen Yong, quickly punish yourself with a glass of wine, and make amends to the left." ”

Yuan Xiaoyi hurriedly and obediently picked up the wine jug in front of her and poured wine into the empty cup in front of her, but the strange thing was that there was still half a pot of wine but she couldn't pour a drop, and she was so anxious that beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Na Sogebu didn't eat this set, and was about to say that he must have a competition, but before the words came out, he saw Hai Canglan smile and said to Yuan Xiaoyi: "You kid, why are you so greedy for wine, after such a while, a pot of wine has been drunk, forget it, I will make amends for the cup given to you by the teacher." ”

After he finished speaking, his palm slapped lightly on several cases, and the wine in the wine glass in front of him flew straight to the glass in front of Yuan Xiaoyi next to him like a transparent rainbow.

"The apprentice is stubborn, he has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his ability is only half of the bottom, so let's try it with the left envoy, forget it. Hai Canglan said with a faint smile.

Yuan Xiaoyi obediently picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it all, and said to Suogebu: "It's rude." ”

Suogbu, who was on the other side, was shocked when he saw Hai Canglan's ability to change the wine in the cup just now, and thought that even if this little apprentice only got half of this person's ability, he would only lose, so he whispered: "Offended." And he withdrew himself.

Yuan Xiaoyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly poured another glass of wine for Hai Canglan, with a smile on his face.

At this time, look at the two people in the center of the martial arts trial field, the young man is becoming more and more courageous, although his body looks thin, the broad-bladed war knife is as flexible as a small sword in his hand, but the strength of the brave and powerful is not reduced at all, fast as lightning, and the qi is like a long wind, although the opponent's Mo Shen Trace swordsmanship is flexible and sophisticated, but between the big knife strikes, he slowly lost his square inch, only to feel restricted everywhere, unable to perform, and after dozens of moves, this Mo Shen Trace was defeated under the young man's sword.

During the banquet, many people sighed for Mo Shenji, after all, how many people had mentioned the martial arts sword of this young master of Martial Dao Peak, and they were all extremely admired and worshipped, but today they were defeated by a young and disgraced young man. But this young man's ability is also obvious to all, and all the spectators sighed: "The hero is a teenager, and the back wave pushes the front wave." ”

Hai Canglan also noticed this special young man, the end of the competition, he picked up his war knife and slowly walked out of the test ground, with an indifferent face, the warm and decisive eyes in the fight just now faded away, although it was a little lonely, but it was still simple and natural.

"Western contempt", Hai Canglan thought silently in his heart, and he remembered the name.

At the end of this group of competitions, the servant boy who led the way walked towards the seat of Hai Canglan, and said softly respectfully: "Master Song, it is your turn to compete with Mr. Sikong under the Yeling Monarch, please come with me." ”

Yuan Xiaoyi's eyes were bright, and she nodded at Hai Canglan, her eyes were full of pride and trust, although she had known him for a short time, she was still convinced that Hai Canglan, who was called her master at this moment, would never lose.

She was thinking that among these masters of the rivers and lakes who were present today, the only people who could make her master hurt her brain and suffer losses were perhaps the most noble Princess Eclipse Moon on the main seat and the purple-clothed old man who seemed to be mean-looking.

Hai Canglan got up lightly and walked slowly towards the martial arts trial ground.

The old butler Su Bo stood in the center of the martial arts test ground and shouted loudly: "The next test is that Song Xunfeng, the head of the Songfeng Hall of Baihe Mountain, is facing the Duyou Qin Master under the Yeling Jun of Rongxiang Kingdom. ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, three people came to the center of the venue.

One person was dressed in a cyan robe, elegant and elegant, and it was Song Xunfeng, the head of the Songfeng Hall of Baihe Mountain, who Hai Canglan pretended.

The other is dressed in a white shirt, with loose hair in a bun, and holds a long piano in his arms, soothing and natural, which is the solitary luthiest scene.

And the third one, wearing a dark blue slim brocade robe, holding an ink-colored flute, was full of energy, and walked like the wind, but he didn't know who it was.

Everyone was shocked.

Su Bo was also taken aback for a moment, and asked another person who appeared on the stage besides the two people recorded on the name roll, "Your Excellency, what does this mean?"

The middle-aged man holding Mo Xiao clasped his fist at the old man and replied slowly: " I am Gu Wenzhi, who sat under the Yeling Jun's door and forgot the flute, in fact, this time it was me and Brother Sikong who came to participate in the martial arts trial at the order of my lord, but unfortunately, we received only one gold medal, our two brothers came out of the same class, and the level of the exercises was similar. I have heard that the swordsmanship of the Song master is exquisite and the person is virtuous and far-reaching, so the two of us implore the Song master to compete with my senior brother one after another, and hope that the Song master will be perfect. ”

Su Bo seemed a little embarrassed, and said slowly: "This ...... This seems to be a bit unruly, and it is not very fair to the head of Song. Moreover, if the two of you win and lose, who should you give the opportunity to enter the cabinet?"

"If one of us loses, we lose. Sikong Jing, a pianist in a white shirt, also said.

"This ......" Su Bo hesitated for a moment, and his eyes fell on Song Xunfeng, who Hai Canglan was pretending, as if asking for his opinion.

Hai Canglan smiled lightly: "What a big breath, okay, I promise you, you don't have to compete separately, let's come together." If one of you wins, it will be a win. ”

"Hmph, Master Song, you said this, don't regret it for a while. Gu Wenzhi, who sat on the flute, said.

"No regrets. Hai Canglan replied.

After speaking, Su Bo withdrew, Sikong Jing sat in the center of the martial arts field, the sound of the piano paused, melodious and tactful at first, then sonorous and frustrated, and then obedient, such as the pine wind roaring, the flood raging, smelling it, the heart trembled, urgent and depressed.

The guests on the high seats around them all felt chest tightness and annoyance, and had splitting headaches, some of them stuffed their ears with their fingers, and some began to meditate and breathe to prevent their internal strength from being damaged by the sound of the piano.

At this time, the sound of the flute sounded suddenly, the momentum was extremely high, straight to the sky, above the venue, the west wind was more intense, the ink clouds flipped over, the piano flute and the chirping, the beasts did not come out, and the birds and birds returned to their nests.

In the chaos, Hai Canglan stood in the middle of the field with a sword, the wind was howling, the music shook the sky, he did not hide or avoid, closed his eyes and listened, his expression was leisurely, and he seemed to really be able to appreciate the beauty of this chaotic movement.

Suddenly, four huge golden strings flew out from between the two sleeves of Sikong Jing, thin, urgent, and tough, and hit Hai Canglan's arms and legs with the rhythm of the piano music.

At the moment when the strings and the person who sat on the flute came closer, Hai Canglan suddenly opened his eyes, the sword was unsheathed, the sword was shining, he volleyed up in the air, flipped, stepped on the piano wire, and the sword pointed directly at the heart of the person who sat on the flute.

When the person who sat on the flute saw the sword coming, he immediately turned around, avoided the sword, and just settled, and then he jumped up with the flute.

Sikong Jing four strings fell short, suddenly retracted, and then came out with seven strings, attacking Hai Canglan's wrists, legs, wrists, knees and necks respectively.

The sea is facing the wind, his body is in the air, the sword style is like a cloud, fluctuating, like a pine wave, using the most famous green pine of Songfeng Hall to welcome guests, and his sword slashes towards the four strings of the seven strings......

However, the golden strings were extremely flexible, and the sword was cut down, but it failed to cut one, and Sikong Jing's big sleeves were flipped, and he was overjoyed, and the four strings spun rapidly in the air, and in a short time they were already wrapped around the sword body.

Seeing that the senior brother had the upper hand and controlled Hai Canglan's sword, the person who sat on the flute also hurriedly attacked.

Hai Canglan clenched the sword wrapped in the strings, dragged it back, and the one who sat on the flute attacked, but he suddenly let go of the hand holding the sword, suddenly flipped in the air, retreated behind the one who sat on the flute, and pushed out a palm.

The one who sat on the flute turned around, it was too late to dodge, and he clenched Mo Xiao with both hands, facing Hai Canglan's palm head-on.

He seems to be overestimating himself.

When his Mo Xiao touched Hai Canglan's palm, he just couldn't regret it too late.

Mo Xiao shattered, one piece, one piece, scattered to the ground.

Blood spilled from the corners of the mouth, looked at the broken fragments, and sat down heavily.

The sound of the flute is no more, only the sound of the piano is still fighting alone.

Sikong Jing's strings hit Hai Canglan one after another, up and down, left and right, Hai Canglan no longer used a sword, and his figure shuttled freely between the strings.

Suddenly, the seven strings twisted into one, like a golden poisonous snake, lying on the ground, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The music resumed, and the viper made of strings rose upright, like an iron whip, and struck hard at everything that would not submit to him.

Hai Canglan avoided a few rounds, but suddenly withdrew his hand, and the strings grabbed his waist, sweeping him away, straight to the front of Sikong Jing, the solitary luthiest.

Sikong Jing was very happy in his heart, and felt that he had won this competition.

When he got closer, Hai Canglan suddenly slashed a palm towards the golden rope twisted into the seven strings, and the strings that the Songfeng Sword had not cut off immediately turned into a piece of silk.

Sikong Jing stopped playing the piano and looked at Hai Canglan in disbelief: "You...... How can you have such a strong palm power!"

Hai Canglan squatted down with a smile: "Qin, it was originally used to cultivate temperament, but your song is messy and depressed, and it doesn't sound good at all, so don't play it in the future." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and gently plucked it on the lyre.

The strings are broken.

The four of them applauded......