... There are no traces of flowers and tears in the fairy mountain, and the road is long and the birds are frightened. Proud of the sword, the blood-dripping hero has no return. Thank you for your attention to Yingqiao Xiaosheng's "Fairy Road, Proud of Dripping Blood", if you like this book, please vote for the flower subscription to support Yingqiao Xiaosheng.

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In the Han Family's Baicao Garden, not far from the south of Chilian City, the Jiedan monk who received the number sign by dripping blood had already drawn lots to decide the opponent at the city lord's guard, and then two people entered the white circle. In order to speed up the speed, Lord Governor, the Red Lotus City Lord, and the three major sects temporarily added eleven circles nearby, and every twelve pairs of monks competed at the same time. At the same time, in order to be fair. The first and second rounds are divided into ranks, the early stage to the beginning, and the end to the end.

"Red Lotus City Samurai Shogunate Zhang Chu"

"Red Lotus City Lord's Mansion Shogunate Hongtao"

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As Lord Zhou Mu began, Zhang Hong and the two fought together. The city lord's mansion is militarized to train and fight. The spear is like a snake out of a hole, and the move goes straight to the opponent's vital point. And the martial guard Zhang Chu is like a dragon, and he is like an ape...... Rigidity and softness are combined with attack and defense calmly. It's wonderful for a while. However, soon Zhang Chu showed his defeat under Hong Tao's sharp and rapid attack, and was picked out of the circle by Hong Tao with one shot. As Zhang Chu got up and handed over the lottery, the first match ended with the victory of the City Lord's Mansion Shogunate. Immediately after that, the shogunate of the Castle Lord's Mansion announced the first round of participation numbers ......... advance.

"Red Lotus City Changbin"

As two more people entered the circle, a dispute between the monks of the two cities soon ended with the defeat of the Red Lotus City.

In the afternoon, with a sound of "One hundred and eighty-one to three hundred and four, mid-term Group C", Han Cong saw a middle-aged man carrying a big knife and walking into the circle with the word C written on it. Han Cong also walked in immediately, and Tang Yu's whisper came from behind:

"Come on"

Han Cong smiled back, and then flew into the Group C circle.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on!" a loud voice came out. At the same time, the big sword on his shoulder slashed towards Han Cong with a white light, and Han Cong had a medium-grade spiritual weapon heavy sword on his back, which he obtained from the storage bag of Zheng Tong of the Imperial Beast Sect and used it casually to deal with. The infusion of spiritual power flashed with green light, and Han Cong had not known why his spiritual power had also turned turquoise since the nameless Hua Ring absorbed the blue light of the cyan beast. Han Cong didn't feel anything abnormal, he just felt that his strength was stronger than that of a monk of the same level.

The swords intersected, and the two of them felt the tremendous power of each other's blades at the same time.

"Okay, come again" With the loud voice, the knife was swung back by him again. You come and go to give people the feeling that they are mortals fighting without spiritual power, there is no fancy, only the collision of power. Soon the onlookers lost interest, and only Tang Yu was paying attention to ......... with great interest.

Soon, the big voice bent over, panting and admitting defeat. "Forget it, you're the first one in the same tier with more strength than me. I'll admit defeat and sign you to take it. ”

Han Cong took the number and walked out of the circle, and then after a while, Han Cong ushered in the second game.

"One hundred and eighty-one versus five hundred and twenty-seven"

"Yingzhou Cao Jian"

"Scattered Cultivation Zeng Zhi" saw that the other party was polite, and Han Cong had to say a fake name. Then Cao Jian held a long sword in his hand, and light and shadow slashed through the air. The heavy sword in Han Cong's hand shattered and shattered, and he rushed forward. The two swords clashed, and Han Cong immediately felt that the other party was not an ordinary mid-stage cultivator. The strength and skill of the exercises are not bad, but next, Han Cong's strength did not give the opponent too many opportunities to attack. After more than a dozen moves, Han Cong invited the other party out of the circle.

In the afternoon, Han Cong beat the other party in two more games, both of which felt good, and the time was still early, but Han Cong did not continue, but went to the most drunken immortal building to drink. As soon as I went to the restaurant, I saw Tang Yu waving to me by the window. Is he really so charming, in the past, he was a casual image of unkempt Bianfu, neither chic nor jade. But why did the little daughter of the city lord's mansion stick to herself?............。

Han Cong didn't know that some men and women would not fall in love at first sight, but would spark in the touch of the long years. Maybe it's called long-term love, or more appropriately, it's getting more and more affectionate. The more you fight, the more you can't do without.

"Tang Chili, okay!"

"Drunkard, you are so laid-back. How's it going? There were too many people, so I only ran four times, and I will go again tomorrow. ”

"Okay, confident enough. The more difficult it is to get to the back, the more people have a chance to win, of course, there are more people. It's called a big wave and a big sand. ”

"So, come here for a drink or two. It's also good to take a look at the situation. ”

It is true that the economy here is full of monks in the Yudan period, and some of them are listless and only care about drinking. And some are venting through alcohol. ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu won five games in a row in the north of the city, but he met a girl named Long Xiu who came out of nowhere, and he took Lao Tzu off in three strokes and five out of two. Bad luck"

"Long Xiu! That's the Long family in the capital. When you meet her, you don't lose unjustly. ”

"Hey, do you know, the young master of the Chengxi Martial Idiot who fought against the City Lord of Qingyuan City in the eighth game just now...... Won again. ”

"Didn't you say that there are places for the three major forces in the city?"

"Who is the martial idiot, how could he miss so many opportunities to fight. I heard that he took out his own quota, but he had to compete with everyone. ”。 ...。

"I heard that someone is already preparing to catch the tenth game, who is it?" The second young master of the City Lord's Mansion, he also took out his own quota and came to fight for it, I heard that the disciples of the three major cultivation sects also have people to compete for. This was originally a selection competition for the quota of Chilian Lake, but now it has evolved into a competition for the fame of young monks. It's getting more and more lively. ”

"The latest news: The head of the six major sects, the three monks of the Sword Sect have just arrived and asked to participate, and the Imperial Inspection Envoy and the three major sects have agreed. ”

The restaurant is getting more and more lively. The space was limited, and soon Han Cong and Tang Yu sat down at the same table with two more monks of the Yudan period.

"Two, in which arena!, how are you doing there?"

"We are in the south of the city," Tang Yu replied with a smile.

"It's on fire now. So we came from the south of the city. Why didn't I see you, why did you lose?"

"There were too many people, we played four games and came out, and we were going to go again tomorrow. ”

"Well, I played eight games, won the eighth, and I had to rest for one night and go back tomorrow, and he played seven. Forget jì introduced. My name is Huang Qian, and his name is Zhong Wen. ”

"Oh! My name is Zeng Zhi, and my name is Tang Chili. I heard the two of you just say that Chengnan is now lively, what's the matter, can you tell me about it? ”。 ...。

"I don't know, the three sword cultivators of the Sword Sect went to the south of the city and named the monks of the Imperial Beast Sect. The Imperial Beast Sect has eight knotting periods, and several have already fought six. I think tomorrow will definitely be very lively, those of us who have no background in casual cultivation, and meet the monks of the six major sects, we will definitely be defeated, I just hope that we will not be defeated too badly. ”

Stayed for a while. Han Cong and Tang Yu came out of the most drunken immortal building. At this glance, there were monks all around. Some of the most drunken immortals simply sat cross-legged on the ground and closed their eyes to practice. Han Cong came to the inn. I didn't expect the inn to be overcrowded. The noise is endless.

"Otherwise, let's go out for a while, and you go to the City Lord's Mansion for one night. ”

"Forget it! We're not there yet. I'll go find a cave outside the city. For more than ten years, I have spent time in caves, and I am not used to living in caves. Let's go back!" Han Cong finished speaking, waved his hand to Tang Yuyi, turned around and walked towards the south of the city. Tang Yu looked at Han Cong's disappearing figure, feeling a little lost, and then turned around and left.

The Hanjia Baicao Garden in the south of the city was still in full swing, and Han Cong did not make any stops when he passed by, and flew dozens of miles south. Come to a hill where the people in the city call it Nanshan. In fact, it is a steamed bun-shaped highland that is dozens of feet above the ground. Han Cong practiced all night and slashed, but it was not right without water. Could it be that this garbage exercise can only be used in water? No. The spiritual power flowing in the body is like a flowing water, like an iron wave, and it is gradually rolled out, and it really feels a little bit. ............。

Overnight, Han Cong felt good, and he was already able to strike a second wave of attacks. At dawn the next day, Han Cong came to Baicao Garden. The game is already in full swing here. As soon as Han Cong inquired, he learned that the competition was enthusiastic, and it was played overnight last night.

Han Cong handed the sign to the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, and after a while, he heard the host in the venue shouting:

"One hundred and eighty-one versus six hundred and fifteen, Group A"

In a moment, a mid-stage monk leaped into the circle.

"Man, hurry up!, you're my eighth, I'm trying to get through three games in a row in an hour, and I have to go to see my mother-in-law. The old man said...... Her sons-in-law have to be one out of ten. ”

"Oh, hehe, see your fiancée! It's best to go up and down, man, why do you have to be very dangerous?"

"Come on, you lose, Lao Tzu invites you to eat wine. After the man finished speaking, he no longer trembled, and a short halberd waved towards Han Cong with a silver-white arc of light.

Han Cong greeted him with a heavy sword, these days he practiced continuous slashing, and the shape of the green dragon was too conspicuous, so he had to find a heavy sword from the previous harvest. The wine jar has been damaged in the battle with Dawn, and it will definitely be destroyed if it is used again. It's just that the heavy sword, which is also a medium-grade spiritual weapon, was a high-grade blade in the foundation building period fifteen years ago. Now against Yutan mid-term. It's really not powerful enough. After a few moves, the heavy sword has been damaged. Fortunately, Han Cong has recently practiced continuous slashing, and his strength has increased greatly, making up for the lack of ......... of the heavy sword.

The so-called quick knife cuts through the mess, fights fast, and strikes quickly. The monk was getting a little struggling. He didn't believe it, how could there be such a fast and fierce mid-stage of the knot. The facts were in front of him, and when Han Cong's heavy sword slapped on him like a plaque and directly slapped him out of the circle, he was so angry that he screamed, and he would not leave if he dropped the number stick.

When the shogunate of the castle lord's mansion who was presiding over the game hesitated for a moment. After announcing Han Cong's victory, Han Cong continued to wait for the next round. Maybe Han Cong had too few games, and soon Han Cong faced the sixth game, but this time the monk Han Cong knew him.

... There are no traces of flowers and tears in the fairy mountain, and the road is long and the birds are frightened. Proud of the sword, the blood-dripping hero has no return. Thank you for your attention to Yingqiao Xiaosheng's "Fairy Road, Proud of Dripping Blood", if you like this book, please vote for the flower subscription to support Yingqiao Xiaosheng.

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