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www.xSHUOTXT.Com () "Don't worry, your brother Yeyu is fine!" Gu Shuifan said thoughtfully.

"But ......" Ji Xiaoqian still couldn't let go, worried.

However, at this time, the whole venue was already boiling, and there were endless voices of discussion and sighs, and there were many curses.

"What's the matter, just a few plucks of the strings and it's an ensemble? Come down, stinky boy. ”

"If you can't play, don't be ashamed! Still looking at Miss Ni like this, boy, I'm going to kill you." ”

"Come down, come down ......"

......

Qiu Yeyu involuntarily walked towards the masked girl, cursing at the people around her as if she hadn't heard it.

"Childe, please stay!"

Seeing Qiu Yeyu walking to the inner stage so unscrupulously, the sixty-year-old man couldn't help frowning and stretched out his hand to stop Qiu Yeyu.

Qiu Yeyu didn't seem to see the sixty-year-old man, and at this time there was only a masked girl in his eyes, and only the echoing music of the piano remained in his ears. He had forgotten where he was, and the test had been forgotten.

"Childe stays!" the sixty-year-old man said in a low voice, faintly displeased

Then, the sixty-year-old man reached out and grabbed Qiu Yeyu's wrist, and even Gu Shuifan could see it clearly, obviously his martial arts were not weak. Gu Shuifan thought that it would not be easy to take down this old man, and sighed that the water of the Ni family was not shallow, but he was also worried about Qiu Yeyu.

Qiu Yeyu woke up suddenly, and a sense of danger suddenly appeared in his heart. The yellow, green, and purple light around him flashed slightly, and his figure suddenly flew backwards, three points faster than the sixty-year-old man.

The sixty-year-old man rolled his eyelids and reminded: "Young Master Qiu, don't approach my young lady, this is the rule." ”

"It's abrupt. Qiu Yeyu shook his head secretly, and he didn't have a clue about his abnormal behavior.

"Uncle Guan, let Gongzi Qiu come over!" The masked girl's crisp voice came again, making people feel very useful.

"Yes, Miss!" The sixty-year-old man was shocked, and hurriedly said embarrassedly: "Young Master Qiu, please!"

There was a little excitement in the night rain god sè, and he walked in front of the masked girl without hurrying, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Qiu Gongzi, this piano is for you. The masked girl gently stroked the seven-stringed guqin on the piano table, as if she had some determination, and said softly: "There is a third competition, you must win." ”

"This ...... Miss, Xiao Ke will do his best. Qiu Yeyu calmly took the seven-stringed guqin, and he didn't see much hesitation.

The middle-aged man surnamed Ni glanced at the masked girl and Qiu Yeyu with a smile, and nodded secretly inadvertently, and his eyes flashed with a sense of love.

"Young Master Qiu, please take a seat!" said the masked girl, pointing to another chair halfway to her side.

Qiu Yeyu sat down calmly and carefully took the teacup handed by his family. A qiē is natural, and there is not much sense of life.

In his heart, he seems to have been very close to the masked girl, and even has a feeling of finding the person he is looking for in this life.

The sixty-year-old man muttered to himself, his own young lady seemed to have made a secret promise to Qiu Yeyu, and the next competition seemed to be irrelevant. However, this competition still needs to be carried out, and he even began to think about how to help the night rain get through.

After having a plan in his heart, the sixty-year-old man walked a few steps forward and stood silently beside the ring, stretched out his hand and waved his command: "Stand down the tables and chairs." Go and ask the thirty-one sons who had tea in the inner hall to come out. ”

Dozens of families were busy again, and the full table and chairs were cleared in a matter of moments, leaving only a wide ring.

The sixty-year-old man looked at this qiē with satisfaction, these family members have gone through his rigorous training to have today's results, which is also a scene that he can be proud of.

More than 30 young talents who had passed the test earlier emerged from the back hall.

When he got to the ring, he didn't know who was the first to find Qiu Yeyu sitting next to the girl, and he snorted softly. The crowd followed the prestige, and their eyes became strange.

For this qiē, Qiu Yeyu seems to have never heard of it, and he looks like no one in his eyes, and even gives people the feeling that he is a villain.

The masked girl looked sideways at Qiu Yeyu, and couldn't help but chuckle, full of interest in Qiu Yeyu's strange god.

Qiu Yeyu shook his hand slightly, and the teacup floated up and landed steadily in the tray of the family behind him. He stood up and slightly bowed his hand to the middle-aged man surnamed Ni and the masked girl beside him, as if he had known each other for a long time.

After the young man surnamed Ni nodded with a smile, Qiu Yeyu waved his sleeve robe and walked towards the ring.

"Everyone is here, then let's start the next round of competition! This is a martial arts competition, and the one with the highest martial arts wins. The sixty-year-old man announced unhurriedly: "You have already signed for life and death, that is, you died accidentally in the competition, and you are all to blame for yourself and others. If you want to stop and give up, please step down, and once the lottery is over, you will not be able to do it. ”

"Chief Official, do you really want to fight for your life? Li knows that his martial arts are low, so he will leave!" The man in a coarse cloth robe with a swarthy face suddenly heard this, and he couldn't help but retreat.

The swarthy man resolutely jumped out of the ring and joined the crowd of onlookers. However, he was still unwilling to leave and wait for the final result.

In less than half a cup of tea, more than ten young people jumped out of the ring one after another, I don't know if it was influenced by the swarthy youth or because it was originally intended.

The sixty-year-old man watched this qiē coldly, and did not have the slightest regret for those who took the initiative to give up. When he saw that no one was stepping down, he waved his wrist behind him again.

Subsequently, a family walked into the ring with a red sè wooden box in hand.

"There are sixteen people left, and the draw will be drawn immediately to decide the matchup pattern. The sixty-year-old man tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then decidedly said: "There are thirty-two sticks that have just been prepared, and they will appear in two or two from childhood to adulthood." ”

More than a dozen young people stepped forward one by one without hesitation, and returned to the same place after drawing lots.

Qiu Yeyu took a deep breath with a glance at the corner of his mouth, picked up the bamboo stick in his hand and looked at it gently, and there were three golden characters in seal style "twenty-four" written on it.

Suddenly, Qiu Yeyu suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body flickered slightly, as if something was echoing him, but he had a kind of incomprehensible texture. I saw that the surface of his body once again glowed with a faint light of three sè, and there seemed to be a wave of air around him that shook and disappeared immediately.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please write your name in the corresponding position of the silk cloth according to the number of your signatures!" the sixty-year-old man turned his eyes to look behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

As the sixty-year-old man's voice spread, the four servants carefully unfolded a piece of pink silk cloth that was a width of a few feet, and tied the four corners with ropes to lift it into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the two maids took out their pen and ink and stood in front of the people, and their expressions were slightly dignified.

"Everyone who can stay in the ring is a capable person who can write and martial arts, and it should be difficult to write your name on this silk cloth, please!" said the sixty-year-old man in a calm and unwavering voice.

More than ten people looked at each other, obviously not expecting the sixty-year-old man to have such a hand before the third competition. However, after thinking about it for a while, I was relieved, and this can be regarded as a merit selection process before a life-and-death duel.

The young man surnamed Wu took the lead in front of the people, he looked at the pen and ink held by the maidservant, and couldn't help but think a little about it, and said: "Chief, as long as you can get the words up, can you use any method?"

The sixty-year-old man rolled his eyelids, and after a little thought, he felt that there was nothing wrong, so he nodded silently.

The young man surnamed Wu took the brush in the handmaiden's hand, looked left and right for a while, and then walked towards the ring shelf on the left. He looked around for a while, and began to dismantle the ring.

Seeing that the young man surnamed Wu was so reckless, the sixty-year-old man did not stop much, and watched his reckless actions coldly.

Before the young man surnamed Wu finished dismantling the ring, the young man in the Confucian robe on the side walked to the maidservant with a disdainful face, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, jumped high and flew towards the position marked "twelve" on the silk cloth. His pen is like the wind, and his martial arts are not weak. When he settled on the ground, the word "Zhuo Sheng" had already jumped on it.

Immediately afterwards, the figure flew up and down, and fourteen more names appeared on the silk cloth, while the young man surnamed Wu was still busy on the side.

I saw that the young man surnamed Wu connected the two long bamboo poles that he had dismantled end to end, and the ink brush had been firmly fixed by him.

He vigorously lifted the bamboo pole more than two zhang long, and wrote three big black characters on the position of "ten" on the silk cloth, which was crooked and incompatible with the neatness of others.