Xiaojiao was a beautiful day that day, and Tiangong really cared for it.

In order to ensure justice, Jing'an of the Law Enforcement Hall presided over the drawing of lots, and each disciple anxiously glanced at the box from which the lot was drawn, and then when no one was around, it was as important as a big matter. After Meng Li grabbed the number written on it, he quickly flashed to the side and quietly opened it, and when he saw the positive "seventeen", his mood was like a bucket, and everyone said that the number with "six", "eight", and "nine" was good, how could he draw such a number that could not go up or down? After Meng Li put it away, he was a little sullen.

"Huh, what did you smoke?" Song Zixian couldn't help but ask when he saw her walking dejectedly.

"Seventeen!" Meng Li said without concealment, but her tone was very blunt.

"Not bad. Song Zixian cheered up, "I'm thirteen!"

"I'm fourteen!" Qu Wenchang said on the side, his face was very ugly.

"Haha, I'm six!" Chu Mingyan grabbed his note and exhaled, and as soon as he finished speaking, he found that three pairs of hot eyes shot at him in unison, as if he wanted to use his gaze to bake himself into slag at once!

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Chu Mingyan touched her head and said embarrassedly.

A few people were counting the number of lots, a tall and well-repaired figure walked over, Qin Su hugged his shoulders, looked sideways at Meng Li and said, "Xiao Meng, according to the oath you made earlier, today is the day you want to defeat me, but I don't know if you can be sure that you will be in front of me one by one?"

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will never fall down until I meet you!" Meng Li stretched out his index finger and shook it from side to side.

"Okay, gentleman's word!" Qin Su stretched out his fist at her.

"It's hard to chase a horse!" Meng Li also stretched out his fist and touched his fist lightly!

The bell of the mountain gate to summon the disciples to gather rumbled, and the disciples gathered on the martial arts field one after another, looking for opponents with the same number of signatures as themselves. Meng Li was a little nervous, biting her lip and following the crowd to the Dawu Field, someone was loudly announcing their numbers, and it was bustling and lively.

"Who is Seventeen?" Meng Li said loudly to the crowd, his voice was a little shaky, and after shouting, he quickly glanced at the crowd, no one was looking at him, Meng Li had some lazy thoughts and said: "Will it be missed, no one touches the same as me?" Just thinking like this, a straight figure in the crowd suddenly turned around and cast a cold gaze on Meng Li, Meng Li looked, this person was as hard as an iron plate, and the steps under his feet were also upright.

"Who am I, it turns out to be a little girl. The man's voice was as cold as iron, and he looked Meng Li's petite figure up and down, as if disappointed.

"What's wrong with the little girl, maybe you can't beat it. Meng Li raised his voice and said, so that he can be brave, this is the first time to have some momentum!

"Haha, it's just you, it's not enough for me to punch me, this year's little teaching is too easy!" The man laughed, Meng Li looked at it, his heart was very uncomfortable, it was useless to say more, so he didn't bother with his lips and said straightforwardly: "We'll see you in the martial arts arena!" After speaking, he strode away with his little hands behind his back.

Chu Mingyan next to him looked at it from a distance, and couldn't help but worry about Meng Li, and said to Song Zixian: "Unexpectedly, Meng Li's first opponent is actually the eldest disciple of Jing'an Shibo, Huo Gang!"

"Huo Gang, is that Huo Gang, who is proficient in the Xuanmen Thirty-six Road Tiangang Fist?" Song Zixian suddenly felt that the matter of the number was still a little superstitious, otherwise how could Meng Li draw such a strong opponent as soon as he came up?

"Huo Gang has always wanted to really compete with Qin Su, and he will never give up if he doesn't meet Qin Su this time, it seems that Meng Li is going to suffer now. Chu Mingyan shook his head and said.

"Coincidentally, Meng Li also wants to compete with Qin Su, it's really not that they don't get together. Qu Wenchang said.

As soon as the gong of the competition sounded, the disciples of the first competition went straight to the martial arts field, one was Jing Xuan's female disciple Fang Wen, and the other was Jing Ruotang's male disciple Lian Yuntian. The two of them compared swordsmanship, and according to the etiquette of the competition, they each saluted first, and then they showed their bright blades.

The blue light flashed, Fang Wen's Chixia sword stabbed out, pointing directly at the left shoulder of the young man in front of him, Lian Yuntian stood in the wind, but he didn't dodge or dodge, under a sharp flip of his wrist, the Qingfeng sword in his hand slashed straight to Fang Wen's arm with a starry cold light! Fang Wen bit her lip and suddenly raised her sword to block, only a "sonorous" sound of swords was heard in the air, and the double swords struck a burst of sparks! The sound of swords still vibrated in the air, and the swords in their hands had collided with countless "sons" Mingsheng, dismantling each other more than a dozen moves at the moment! The two of them have fast swordsmanship, no distinction between up and down!

The respective masters of the two of them were also in the stands and sweating profusely.

The Dao Gu on the left, with a cold and majestic face, was Jing Xuan, and at this moment Tie Qing had a face, and her eyes followed her disciple's sword moves nervously. The second middle-aged man in his fifties on the right stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard back and forth, and every time his disciple had a wonderful move, he would nod with great satisfaction, as if he was confident of this disciple's victory. The rest of the male and female disciples who sat side by side with them, some of them poured their eyes into the fierce competition between the two on the Great Martial Arts Arena, and some of them drank tea indifferently.

At this moment, the swordsmanship of the two people had already dismantled more than fifty moves one by one, the sword points were getting more and more urgent, and the sword shadows were intersecting more and more closely! Suddenly, Lian Yuntian seemed to be unable to bear it, and suddenly the sword went sideways, and slammed at Fang Wen, Fang Wen closed his lips tightly and the sword flower Huo Huo did not let go!

Suddenly, Lian Yuntian shouted, the sword in his hand came out of nowhere, and it stabbed out of Fang Wen's neck quickly, Fang Wen stepped on his steps and changed his body, and Lian Yuntian only pounced on one side after a slight side, Fang Wen slammed his wrist at the moment and killed a horse pistol! The sword blade landed on Lian Yuntian's vest impartially!

Lian Yuntian's body was stunned, and the little cold piercing on the tip of the sword pierced his shirt against his flesh, but he didn't stab it again!

"Senior brother, I have conceded!" Fang Wen withdrew her sword.

"Thank you Senior Sister Fang for your mercy, Lian Mou has learned today!" Lian Yuntian bit his lip and turned around, but his face was pale and pale.

Jing Xuan in the stands was full of pride, smiled at Jing Ruo, and said modestly: "Senior brother, the victory and defeat have been divided, and I narrowly won the first game of this opening game." ”

Jing Ruo's face drooped like a horse's face, and the hand touching his beard paused suddenly, but he still held back his anger and said lightly: "Where is it, the senior sister really teaches a good apprentice!" It's just that this is just the beginning, and the competition behind it is long." ”

"That's what Senior Brother said. Jing Xuan nodded, his face was not very good-looking.

Meng Li, who was sitting on the ground with his knees in his arms, looked at the competition just now, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, this Bixiao swordsmanship is smart and fast, and a clear-eyed person can see at a glance that Lian Yuntian is above Fang Wen at the beginning, but he just wants to refuse and welcomes the general refusal to use a fatal blow! When the last move "soaring" sword point was stabbed out, there was a big flaw left for Fang Wen to pick up, and this was a complete defeat! What kind of sword competition is this? He is comparing his mind with other little girls, and the drunkard's intention is probably not wine.

Meng Li didn't have much interest in looking at this competition, so she lost the ** to watch it at the moment, and only picked a clean grass blade root and bit it to pass the boring time.

On the martial arts field, the fists and feet were added, the swords and swords were shadowed, and several disciples in the stands were also frightened.

"Seventeen!" echoed with an opening gong, and the sound of the trumpet sounded.

Meng Li spit out the grass roots in his mouth, got up and dusted off his body, and walked onto the martial arts field nonchalantly. Huo Gang saw her so calm, and immediately hugged his fists and said, "Let's start!"

"Okay!" Meng Li said, "But I will explain first, I won't hit you in the face, and you are not allowed to hit me in the face!"

"It's up to you!" Huo Gang said loudly, not caring about this little woman.

"Then let's start!" Meng Li curled the corners of his mouth and saluted with his fists.

In an instant, Huo Gang's sandbag-like fist, with a force like steel, smashed at Meng Li's chest, he wanted to fight quickly, of course he had to win with one blow! Meng Li raised his hand and took the punch violently, as if she had grabbed a boulder that had fallen down quickly, and her hand was unconscious! In a hurry, she immediately freed up her other hand and hugged the punch tightly with both hands, so that she could barely catch it! Huo Gang was shocked, when he practiced boxing on weekdays, he smashed out with a punch and even the thick wooden board could be smashed in an instant, this little girl could actually catch it! He shouted loudly at the moment, and poured all his strength into the fist, Meng Li held that punch and met his infinite fist power, but petite as her strength was limited after all, the aftermath of this punch made her whole body retreat, and she wanted to hold it under her feet, but she could only be forced by Huo Gang to stick to the ground and quickly slide backwards, stirring up a burst of dust.

Seeing that he was going to retreat again, but he was about to retreat to the outside of the martial arts arena, Meng Li kicked hard under his feet, and the force came from under his feet, and the whole person jumped in the air, letting go of Huo Gang's punch!

Huo Gang pounced on the air at the moment, and almost flew out of the martial arts arena according to his inertia, and when he looked back, Meng Li was squatting on his legs, supporting the ground with one hand, and was looking at him with a smile! He was not annoyed, and showed his "Fu Tiger Fist" tiger and tiger posture, and in a blink of an eye, his body pounced on Meng Li like a tiger, and the fist in his hand was like a wolf and a tiger. Meng Li immediately stretched out her hand to block it left and right, every time she blocked, it hurt like hitting a boulder, she gritted her teeth and didn't care, relying on her dexterous movement to dodge!

The fist shape is as fast as the wind, the fist eyes are as dense as raindrops, but Meng Li's body is as fast as a leopard to dodge, she said in her heart: Fuhu Fist can only be restrained by Longxing Fist, but I can't use the star moves of Longxing Fist when I am pressed by him like this!

Huo Gang didn't want to make a quick decision, but the little girl in front of him was like a loach, so he couldn't touch it left and right, and there was a lot of fire in his heart at once.

"The one named Meng Li is called Meng Li, can he actually fight Huo Gang until now?" Jing An said in disbelief with the tea in his hand.

"Although she is small, she is a small ghost, and she is really difficult to deal with!" Jingyi said silently with her eyes closed.

"It turns out that Senior Sister Jingyi has such a powerful disciple besides Qin Su, what a good way to teach!" Jing Xuan couldn't help but turn his head and exclaimed, but Jing Yi didn't seem to hear it, just sat on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate. Jing Xuan wanted to be angry, but there was nowhere to go, so he had to turn his face with a cold face as if he hadn't said this.

On the martial arts field, Huo Gang's fists no longer had the strength of the beginning, and gradually slowed down, but they were still not to be underestimated. Meng Li gasped, she had already dismantled more than sixty moves with him, and her physical strength was far more than Huo Gang's. Under exhaustion, Meng Li was a little dizzy, the sweat on his head was dripping down, Huo Gang took advantage of this moment, slammed a punch and smashed it over, Meng Li instinctively raised his hand to pick it up, where did he expect that the sweat in his palm slipped and slipped the punch out, slamming on his left shoulder, and the whole person was beaten to the ground under the severe pain.

As his body fell heavily on the ground, Meng Li couldn't get up even if he wanted to, so he simply lay on the ground.

"Meng Li, is she going to lose, fortunately, she lost this game when I bought it!" Qu Wenchang said reassuringly as he pushed aside the crowd.

As the master of law enforcement stretched out his fingers and counted the six numbers one by one, Huo Gang wiped the sweat on his face, a little proud, the "seven" didn't shout out after all, and the petite figure stubbornly got up from the ground in front of everyone!

"Go on!" Under the law enforcement master's order, Meng Li seemed to have enough energy to stand up again, and by the way, she loosened the muscles and bones of her left shoulder that had been beaten painfully.

"Please, senior brother!" Meng Li said with a boxing voice.