Today's cabin is a little emptier, and almost half of the people who brushed the calligraphy in the second level yesterday are down, and there are only dozens of people who are qualified to step into the third level. The arrangement in the cabin is different from the previous two days, and a high platform has been erected in the middle of the cabin, and I don't know what it does.

Ye Xingyuan frowned, this looks a bit like a stage, if the third level is to play some song and dance, it will be really bad news for him, he is not good at this aspect at all.

As usual, the red paper was opened, and only the word "sword" was written underneath. At this time, the old deacon walked in from outside the cabin and announced the content of the competition, "Today's third level is a kendo test, please prepare." ”

This was really the first time in hundreds of years that the people were completely unprepared for this, and the scene was suddenly in a commotion, and they all started complaining.

In fact, the sword is a gentleman's soldier, and the literati should wear a sword. It is said that in ancient times, the people were still martial, the civil and military families were not separated, and most of the scholars also practiced swords.

But after this thousand years of peace and prosperity, the scholars inherited the divine power of the Mandate of Heaven, and their posture gradually rose a lot, yearning for the sword of the Son of Heaven and the princes, but the actual swords around them gradually decreased.

At this time, it is not easy to find a companion to practice the sword temporarily, only a few sons of large families are well prepared, and there are excellent samurai waiting for them, and the rest can probably only go into battle in person to sacrifice ugliness. But at this time, the Oiran let them compete with the sword, which is also considered an elegant thing, can they still brush their sleeves away?

Only Zhang Gongzi was complacent in the audience, just like the first two levels. In Ye Xingyuan's eyes, Zhang Gongzi is always full of confidence when he is not complacent.

The black-clothed man beside Zhang Gongzi took off his mask at this time, only to see that this person's eyebrows were narrow and his face was arrogant. Someone recognized it on the spot, "Isn't this Yan Zhong Mu Yan Daxia? Why did Zhang Gongzi invite this person? Then this third level should finally be Zhang Gongzi's first." ”

Yan Zhongmu is known as the hero of the Han River, with superb swordsmanship, and once stabbed the birds in the air in public, if he is the second in swordsmanship in this Hanjiang Mansion, no one dares to call him the first.

However, this person has always been proud, ordinary people can't invite him, I didn't expect Zhang Gongzi to invite him in advance, in the end, it was the prince of the mansion, the preparation was really sufficient, it seemed that it was inevitable.

The rules of the kendo competition are the simplest and crude, fighting each other in pairs, and both defeats until there are only ten people left in the field. From the point of view of the final control of the number of people, this kind of elimination system is also suitable.

The old deacon announced the rules with a normal expression, "Before the match, draw lots from here to determine the opponent, the winner continues to catch the sword, and the loser enters another group to draw lots, and the second defeat is eliminated." ”

Before his words fell, he heard Zhang Gongzi's arrogant voice sound, "This old gentleman, I don't know if you can designate an opponent to challenge?"

Zhang Gongzi's gaze kept glancing at Ye Xingyuan, and the purpose was self-evident. Ye Xingyuan could only laugh and laugh, people can't be saved by immortals even if they die, why does Zhang Gongzi have to hit the muzzle of the gun?

The old deacon didn't expect such a question, and hesitated: "If the other party doesn't object, then it's naturally okay."

"That's it!" Zhang Gongzi was overjoyed, and pointed at Ye Xingyuan and shouted: "Ye Xingyuan, do you and I dare to win or lose in this sword ring?"

Zhang Gongzi was very high-profile in the first two consecutive levels, and his original intention was to establish his inevitable momentum, but in the end, he was made out of temper by Ye Xingyuan. Although it's nothing, Zhang Gongzi still passed the test after all, and it was not too much of a failure, but the self-righteous Zhang Gongzi was always suspicious and felt that others had seen his jokes.

After Zhang Gongzi got the exam questions in the middle of the night last night, he did not hesitate to hire Yan Zhongmu with a lot of money, just to breathe this breath in the ring today!

Is this person crazy? Ye Xingyuan was speechless for a long time, he really couldn't understand this kind of attachment. Obviously, he didn't pay much attention to this son from beginning to end, but he could jump up and down alone, and he was very excited

"I, I, I!" Ouyang Ziyu shouted a few times, and happily jumped out from behind Ye Xingyuan. She was afraid that Ye Xingyuan would deliberately tolerate it and lose the opportunity to perform.

Having said that, after holding back for two days in a row, Ouyang Ziyu was also a little anxious in her heart, and it seemed that she was completely useless. If you don't make an inch in the end, then how can you be embarrassed to ask for the wheel beads?

And today is a rare opportunity to raise her eyebrows, since someone is willing to send it to the door, she Ouyang Ziyu will not let it go!

"Are you sure?" Ye Xingyuan turned his head and asked, although the kendo competition was an unpopular, but it just happened to hit Ouyang Ziyu's strengths, with Ouyang Ziyu's character, it would definitely be impossible to stop, and there was no need to stop it.

The eighth-order female sword immortal must have a few brushes, and she has seen them a few times with her own eyes. But compared with this kind of bull-sounding and thunderous heroes of the Han River, I don't know which is stronger or weaker.

If Ouyang Ziyu is not absolutely sure, then there is no need to take the risk of ignoring the other party's provocation, An An Shengsheng found two soft persimmons and pinched them, and he could pass the third level smoothly.

Ouyang Ziyu's eyes were wide open by Ye Xingyuan's anger, and she was quite dissatisfied with Ye Xingyuan's question, she was a dignified female sword immortal, how much ability could a secular martial artist have, dare to ask her if she was sure?

She couldn't help but shout: "Ye Xingyuan, when you ask this, are you dizzy or haven't you woken up?" To deal with this kind of mortal, I can take it down with one finger!"

When Yan Zhongmu heard this, he was furious, his face was pale, and he held the hilt of his sword and said to Zhang Gongzi: "When I get to the ring, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my hand!"

Zhang Gongzi is also a little speechless, this hero is good at everything, but his temper is too bad. If you don't agree with each other, you have to draw your sword against each other, and the little scholar just says a big word, and he wants to take someone's life.

The old deacon's ears were sharp, and he was startled when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "This Oiran Conference kendo competition is a literary fight, and you must not provoke people's lives!"

Of course, Ouyang Ziyu also heard it clearly, flew over in the air like a butterfly, landed steadily in the center of the ring, and said disdainfully: "It's useless to talk too much, come up quickly, don't waste time!"

Yan Zhongmu saw that she had done a lot of effort, but she didn't care, she also jumped into the ring, and sneered: "You little guy has learned two hands of skillful kung fu, but it's a pity that it is useless before a heavy sword, and there is no room for you to perform light skills in the ring." If you kowtow and admit defeat now, you can still be let go!"

He breathes steadily, and his swordsmanship has reached an extremely high level, which is not comparable to a scholar's sword practice, it is really a murderous swordsmanship. At this time, we should remind you to explain, and don't say it unexpectedly.

Ouyang Ziyu smiled and nodded, "Okay, good! I have long heard that chivalry violates the prohibition of martial arts, and although you chivalrous swordsmanship is rough, it is not without merit. Just come out and take a look, and don't let me down. ”

The people present looked at Ouyang Ziyu's delicate face and eloquent speech, and he was also the companion of the first Ye Xingyuan of the two levels, and they couldn't help but have a sense of love in their hearts. But her words were so frivolous, and she kept provoking Yan Zhongmou, which was a bit dangerous. If Yan Daxia is angry, it is very likely that blood will be splattered on the spot.

Yan Zhongmou is a heroic nature, gathered a lot of villagers, I heard that there are fights and murders in the local area, but he is generous with the government, and every time someone dies, there are his subordinates to blame, so he can get away with it.

This doesn't mean that he doesn't have blood on his hands, everyone knows that he has really killed people, the ring is a place where everyone lives in peace, even if Yan Zhongmu has some scruples about not being a killer, but it is pitiful to be seriously injured!

Some well-wishers persuaded: "Little brother, Yan Daxia's swordsmanship is extremely clever, if you don't succeed, admit defeat quickly, don't be hard-mouthed." ”

This kind of thing may be useful to others, but it is only a deaf ear to Ouyang Ziyu. She didn't speak when she heard this, she only looked at Yan Zhongmu with interest, waiting for him to draw his sword.

Yan Zhongmu waited for a long time, just waiting for this kid to admit defeat and step down, so that he could win dignity, but he didn't expect this kid to be obsessed, so don't blame him for being ruthless under the sword!

He slowly pulled out the long sword on his back, and said proudly: "A certain sword will drink blood, boy, you have triggered a certain killing intent, ask for more blessings!"

I saw that his long sword was slashed, and the wind whistled, and the heavy iron sword was as light as a feather in his hand. With a flip of his wrist and a momentum, the sword body swept towards Ouyang Ziyu's slender waist.

Ouyang Ziyu sighed, and instantly turned into a purple shadow, and somehow floated behind Yan Zhongmu, and then said with a smile: "Are you a lay disciple of the Iron Egg Monk?

Yan Zhongmu was slightly surprised when he heard Ouyang Ziyu break his master's inheritance, could it be that he had really met someone with a relationship? But after listening to what the other party said later, he rushed to his head with a burst of anger, and said angrily: "You nonsense, insulting my master, you should be killed!"

As soon as his body turned, he made a backhand sword, and the long arc drawn was fierce and fierce, as if he still had wind and thunder. Ouyang Ziyu frowned, "Didn't the Tie Dan monk teach you to respect your elders? Then let me teach you the rules, so as not to suffer losses in the future." ”

She slid back, pulled out the sword at her waist, and suddenly advanced straight into the middle palace, crashing into Yan Zhongmu's inner circle as fast as lightning, and slapped the sword on his right wrist with the sword before he could return the sword.

The wrist bone was broken and the heavy sword fell to the ground, and it rattled. Yan Zhongmu exclaimed in pain, rolled out of the ring, squatted down with his hands in his hands, and couldn't stand up again, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

It hurts! This is really painful! Yan Zhongmu's wrists and backs were swollen high, and they had completely turned purple red, and he didn't know how many bones had been broken in the middle. Since he left the school, how has he ever suffered so much?

Ouyang Ziyu took out two small medicine bottles and threw them in front of Yan Zhongmu, "For the sake of you counting half of my nephew, I should have cut off your hand as a punishment, but now I only broke a few of your bones, can you remember the lesson?" This ointment is red externally applied, green is taken internally, don't use your right hand within a month, it can be cured!"

When she spoke, she was full of majesty and contentment. Finally made a splash at this Oiran Conference, and made a great contribution to Ye Xingyuan, and he is no longer a person who eats rice!

And the onlookers saw Yan Zhongmu squatting on the ground and his face turned pale in pain, this was obviously a clear victory, but they couldn't believe their eyes.

What the hell happened? I thought it was a crushing battle, and everyone was worried about this young guy, but I didn't expect the battle to be crushing, but it was the opposite of everyone's imagination. The usually domineering heroes of the Han River, but they also have today?

Who is this Ye Xingyuan's companion? Ye Xingyuan is not only far ahead in poetry, arithmetic, and books, but also has such a powerful master by his side! Where did he come from? What is his background? Up to now, everyone can't help but think nonsense.

Zhang Gongzi glared at Ouyang Ziyu, and was even more shocked and angry, the Hanjiang hero he invited with a lot of money was so useless? Could it be that he invited an impostor? Also, why is there such a powerful companion by Ye Xingyuan's side?

Zhang Gongzi suddenly remembered that when Ye Xingyuan first entered school, Zheng Keding went to Ye Xingyuan to trouble and was beaten almost half-naked by a woman, at that time he only regarded it as a joke, but now that he thinks about it, he is suddenly full of suspicion.

He looked at Ouyang Ziyu carefully, staring rudely at her earlobes, chest, and waist, and after a while, as if he had discovered something, he suddenly slapped his forehead and shouted: "Ye Xingyuan, your companion should be a woman disguised as a man!