Wu Meng touched his chest, was convinced, took the horse chopping knife that Ji Li returned to him, and jumped out of the ring after a salute. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A round-faced sweater on the west side of the crowd smashed his mouth: "Wulin Sanxiu is really strong enough, I'll go meet him too!" After saying that, he was about to stand up, but was pulled by a friend next to him, and the friend gestured to the other side, and the round-faced man looked at it, and his eyes flashed, "There is a good show to watch now!"

When the round-faced man was happy, Hong Jiao, a disciple of the Huashan faction, turned pale, because Zhao Ritian, who was opposite her, stood up from the chair, performed light skills and floated to the ring, and after saluting Nangong Muyang and the others, he took a red ribbon from the right side of the ring and tied it on his arm.

The crowd boiled all of a sudden, and the battle between the three martial arts shows aroused the great interest of these people, and even some optimists immediately set up a gambling game, betting on who could hold the beauty between Zhao Ritian and Di Huo.

I have to say that this is indeed a very interesting gambling game, there were many people betting at that time, some were optimistic about Zhao Ritian, and some were optimistic about Ji Li, the name of the martial arts Sanxiu has been around for a long time, but no one can set a high or low for these three people, it seems that there is a chance today, but it is a pity that the virtual candle is a monk, and he will definitely not challenge on stage, otherwise the fun will be greater.

The disciples of the Huashan faction next to Hong Jiao all chose to be silent at this time, Hong Jiao's thoughts on Zhao Ritian, everyone knew it, and now that Zhao Ritian went to challenge the ring, Hong Jiao's mood can be imagined.

The disciples of the Tianshan Sect on the other side also secretly looked at Hong Jiao, there was no lack of sympathy in their eyes, after a few months of getting along, they naturally knew Hong Jiao's thoughts. Bai Yufeng, who was dressed in white, looked at Hong Jiao, and then at Zhao Ritian, who had already jumped into the ring, thoughtfully.

Yue Shisan, who was on the bamboo floor, seemed to know that Zhao Ritian would come on stage to fight, and he was not surprised at all.

Zhao Ritian is not young, it is time to start a family, this time to go to Tianshan Mountain, Yue Shisan understands that it is almost impossible to make Zhao Ritian and Bai Yufeng form a good Qin and Jin Dynasty, and Yu Jizi alone will not be able to pass the level, so as soon as he heard that Nangong Muyang was preparing to recruit relatives for Nangong Wan'er, Yue Shisan found an opportunity to talk to Zhao Ritian alone, if Zhao Ritian can achieve good things with Nangong Wan'er, it will be a good thing for the Huashan Party and the Central Plains Dart Bureau.

For Ji Li's participation, Yue Shisan had long expected it, and now what he was worried about was who would become the final winner between Zhao Ritian and Ji Li.

And at this time, no one noticed that Nangong Tao, who was standing next to Nangong Wan'er, had such an expression on a baby face, as if all this had been expected by him.

Grandpa Zhuge guessed correctly, Zhao Ritian and Ji Li are both one of the three martial arts shows, and now for my sister, the two of them are fighting together, but will it really be a tie? Nangong Tao, who has a baby face, turned his eyes around Zhao Ritian and Ji Li, and no one expected that he would be thinking about things that did not match his actual age at all.

According to Grandpa Zhuge Zhu, the 'Nine Swords of the Dragon Wandering Dragon' that I learned from Brother Ling is the culmination of swordsmanship, although my internal strength is too weak to wield its extreme, but only in terms of swordsmanship, it can be called a peerless study, as long as I find the right opportunity to go on stage and compete with any of the two of them, only compare swordsmanship and not internal strength, those martial arts masters will naturally have a public opinion, and then Brother Ling will have the opportunity to become my future brother-in-law! Thinking of Ling Lingqi, a trace of perseverance flashed on Nangong Tao's childish face, looking at it, it was still Brother Ling pleasing to the eye, that Zhao Ritian was too hypocritical, and that Ji Li was too rude, I must let Brother Ling be my brother-in-law!

If the personable Zhao Ritian and the uninhibited Ji Li knew that their image in Nangong Tao's heart turned out to be hypocritical and rude, I don't know how they would feel.

And Ling Lingqi was staying alone in the study at this time, holding a pen in his left hand, concentrating on painting a painting, completely unexpected, in order to help him take root in the Nangong family, Zhuge Fan secretly 'ignited' Nangong Tao, and asked Nangong Tao to come forward to win the champion of the competition for him.

Ling Lingqi himself forgot the day he started painting, from drawing on the ground with branches at first, and then secretly drawing on paper with a brush. At that time, Zhuge Li was not dead, and almost every day he would use Ling Lingqi as an experimental object, test all kinds of poisons, and then use Taiqing Dan to help Ling Lingqi detoxify, and then send Ling Lingqi to work, so Ling Lingqi didn't have much opportunity to paint at that time. Six or seven years ago, Zhuge Li was injured by Huiyu, and then he went mad, and finally died, and since then Ling Lingqi has lived a normal life, and it is from then that he really came into contact with painting.

No one has ever taught Ling Lingqi to paint, and he doesn't need others to teach him, and from beginning to end, the paintings painted by Ling Lingqi are all the same paintings, just like the painting in front of him, the scene in the painting is a small garden, a woman is embracing something with open arms, this woman has long, slender eyebrows, a small nose, and delicate lips, however, the fly in the ointment is that the place where the eyes are blank.

Ling Lingqi looked at the woman in the painting in a daze, holding the pen in his left hand and stopping in mid-air, unable to click it for half a day, not because he didn't want to add his eyes, but because he couldn't add them at all.

From childhood to adulthood, Ling Lingqi only had two dreams, one dream had asked Zhuge Fan to help him solve it, but Zhuge Fan didn't say a reason at that time, the other dream was the painting in front of him, in a small garden, a woman ran over happily, opened her hands and wanted to hold him in her arms when she was still a child, but Ling Lingqi couldn't see her eyes clearly every time, but he could feel that the woman exuded an aura called 'love'.

After a long time, Ling Lingqi sighed, gently put the pen on the pen stand, rolled up the painting, and put it in his arms. There were no conditions before, and none of the paintings he painted were preserved, so this time Ling Lingqi deliberately painted the paintings on silk to preserve them well, so that he could take them out and look at them at any time, and he vaguely knew in his heart that the woman in the painting had a lot to do with her.

Ling Lingqi pushed open the window and looked at the sun that was setting westward, tonight, it would be a full moon night!

When Ling Lingqi pushed open the window, in the ring of the martial arts competition, the duel between Zhao Ritian and Ji Li had been going on for a long time, and the surrounding characters in the rivers and lakes were applauding.

Zhao Ritian is righteous, the swordsmanship is smart and concise, people in the rivers and lakes call him 'Ritian Sword', Ji Li is bold, the knife is strong and fast, the people in the rivers and lakes call 'Thunder a knife', at this time the two are fighting together, the whole ring is full of sword energy, the knife is vertical and horizontal, many people who are too close to the ring have retreated, afraid of accidentally being injured by the two people in the duel.

Facing Zhao Ritian, Ji Li completely let go of his hands and feet, and at this time, the heroes realized that Ji Li's knife momentum had reached the realm of extreme rigidity, one knife and one style, although there was nothing fancy, but the momentum was like a rainbow, as powerful as a mountain, and there was a faint sound of thunder. (To be continued.) )