All eyes were on them, all looking behind them, and gradually gave way to a way. I saw a person holding a bamboo stick, on which was vaguely written "thirty".

Seeing that everyone gave way, Monsoon hurriedly strode forward, turned over and jumped, and stood on the ring.

Yue Haizhuo sat high in the chief, and just said casually in the tea room:

"If you can't beat it, just surrender, no one will blame you. ”

This sentence seemed to be caring, but not caring, and made Monsoon feel a chill in his heart. He nodded, and said in his heart:

Sure enough, no one looked up to me. Unexpectedly, even the owner of the village was. Am I going to lose?"

"Defeated. You're not eligible to compete, get down!" Yue Shanchuan pointed to the monsoon and shouted.

Ji Feng snorted, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Senior Brother Wang Sheng is in poor health and can't compete. As a 37th-generation disciple of Sihaizhuang, I am a substitute for my senior brother, why can't I participate in the competition?"

"You ......"

"What are you, do you want us to have a bye in this round?"

The monsoon occupies the reason, and the mountains and rivers have nothing to say. It's just that his face is extremely ugly, his eyes are full of murder, and he glares at him angrily.

However, the monsoon's expression did not fluctuate at all. No one knew that under this unfazed and handsome face, he kept roaring:

"Yue Shanchuan, you wait for me! I will continue to win until I defeat you. ”

Monsoon turned away, startled by the man in front of him. Unexpectedly, Lu Shihan also drew the "thirty" lot. And what attracted his attention was not her peerless face. It's the sword in her hand.

It is this sword, exuding an amazing sword aura and imposing momentum. Two years ago, he wanted to see the true face of this sword, but he didn't have the opportunity.

Just now, he saw Lu Shihan's power and knew that he was probably not her opponent. However, this is his only chance. If you can't even pass the first level, how can you face the mountains and rivers of Shangyue.

"Isn't this the same family back then?" Two years have passed, and Lu Shihan still remembers this person clearly. In the endless silence of the eyes, there is always a mysterious atmosphere, inviting people to explore. This may have something to do with the mysterious power looming in his body.

This is also the first time that Lu Shihan has participated in such a large-scale competition, and she feels a little uncomfortable in front of so many people in the audience and their drooling expressions.

She looked at the young man in front of her, he was young, but his cheeks were like a knife, reflecting many traces of time, making his originally immature face a little mature, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't get tired of it. Take a few more looks, and you'll be hooked.

"Knock~~" The war drum beats.

"Game On"

The rules of the competition should be reported to the family first. Lu Shihan arched his hand and said: "I ask Jianshan, Xiao Lanyu personally passed on his disciple - Lu Shihan, please give advice." ”

Ji Feng returned the salute and said, "In Xia Sihaizhuang, the thirty-seventh generation disciple - Ji Feng, please give advice." ”

Monsoon drew his sword with his backhand, and the blade of the sword fell into the line of his eyes, and he stood directly at the enemy. Xiao Lanyu in the audience was suddenly stunned, and after seeing the posture of Ji Feng drawing his sword and holding the sword, he suddenly got up, his face changed greatly, and he seemed to remember something.

Ji Feng said: "You are a girl, you come first." ”

Lu Shihan felt that the monsoon breath was normal, and there was no doubt that he would be a family member. It seems that Sihaizhuang is really unmanned, and even the family has been sent to fight the world's martial arts.

She thought that this family member was very interesting, she didn't want to hurt the other party, and she didn't pull out her sword, and pointed straight away with a silver-white scabbard.

"Don't you need to draw your sword to deal with me?" Ji Feng's eyelids sank, and he laughed at himself in his heart: "Yes! What qualifications does a miscellaneous fish like me who can't even gather qi have to ask others to draw their swords......

A white light came first, and then the sword shot out like the wind. Although Lu Shihan's sword was not out of the body, he had used the scabbard as the sword body, and he stabbed it with a sword. The speed was extremely fast, and before the sword arrived, the whole audience was enveloped by a powerful sword aura.

"So fast!" Ji Feng Wu held the sword with his backhand, the tip of the sword facing downward, the blade of the sword horizontal, and the other hand in the center of the sword. With a "bang", the two swords collided, and Ji Feng turned the sword body to the right, using inertia to induce Lu Shihan behind him. At this point, reflexively swords. With a "bang", Lu Shihan didn't look back, and the sword was placed behind his back, blocking the blow, as if he was having an eye in the back.

Lu Shihan didn't pause after receiving this blow, turned around and swept with a sword, straight to the belly of the monsoon.

Monsoon hurriedly blocked the sword, but it was shocked and flew out of the way. This sword contains Lu Shihan's five-stage qi gathering power, and its power has increased several times. The monsoon was invincible, and the bones between the hands clicked, apparently already somewhat broken.

When the audience saw it, they cheered, and they all praised Lu Shihan's martial arts. Even Yue Haizhuo was full of praise: "He is worthy of being the heir of the Sword Saint, his swordsmanship is exquisite, he is really a famous teacher and a high apprentice, Brother Lan Yu." As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Lanyu who was sitting on the side.

"Brother Haizhuo has won the award. Sihaizhuang studied his fists and feet, but he didn't expect that he would have such attainments in this swordsmanship. At this time, everyone praised Lu Shihan's martial arts, but only Xiao Lanyu paid attention to the monsoon. I thought to myself: "This young man's swordsmanship is so weird, it is definitely not learned by Sihaizhuang, it is somewhat similar to me asking Jianshan, but it is not like asking Jianshan swordsmanship." Where did he come from?"

Monsoon shook his aching arm. The whole body was so shocked that he couldn't exert his strength, and even his sword became far-fetched.

"Is that all there is to it?"

He was unwilling. It's so easy to have this opportunity, how can you give it up so easily. He wanted to defeat Yue Shanchuan in front of everyone at the World Martial Arts Conference. Even if he can't beat it, he has to get back everything he lost. At the very least, prove to everyone:

He's not a coward.

Just that sword. Although Lu Shihan has already recovered most of his internal force. But it's not something that a monsoon without internal cultivation can withstand.

She looked deeply at the young man in front of her, obviously she had reached her limit, but she was still struggling to support it. Obviously just a family member, but still working so hard? What is hidden under his dark and deep eyes?

"I respect you, so I'm giving it my all. Please respect me too, okay?"

Ji Feng felt her withdrawal just now, and although he couldn't even withstand this half of his strength, he still showed that determination.

Lu Shihan was shocked by his words. At this time, if ordinary people had not surrendered, they would have already begun to beg for humility. And he, an ordinary family, still asks the other party to show strength.

"You're no match for me, go down quickly. ”

"I can't go down yet because I have to get something back. ”

"What is it? I'll help you find it. ”

"No, this thing ......" He looked at Yue Shanchuan who was staring at this side in the distance, and said:

"Only I can get it back. ”

The thin and pale lips made an incomparably firm voice, which shook the depths of Lu Shihan's heart. From this moment on, in Lu Shihan's heart, he is no longer a familyman. Rather, a worthy opponent.