On the second day, the weather was still dark, and the sun and moon were not visible. Therefore, Qin Fan came very early, wandering under the ring and talking to Crazy Moon about some things, the two of them seemed to be extremely close to each other, and unconsciously said a lot of words, and both of them had a taste of hating each other.

The people of the Great Wilderness of Kyoto live always very monotonous on weekdays, whether it is farming or reading, they are always choked by boredom, and this five-year champion competition can be said to be one of their few interests to pass the time, and the enthusiasm and boredom accumulated over the years are released together in these days, so the whole Kyoto is very lively, and people come and go and even talk about how a certain person is excellent, how to excel in martial arts, and so on.

After the preliminary round yesterday, there were only 10 people left out of more than 100 people. And today is the rematch, by these ten people to fight again, is the institutionalization of the two-person battle, the final winner of five, in the afternoon is the draw will appear a bye, the next is by the four people to fight, the winner fights again, and finally one person and the bye compete for the first prize, and then by the Wenhui score two by two, the new champion Lang was born.

Squeezing through the crowd of people who surrounded several rings, they were either commoners, nobles or bureaucrats, all of them were indistinguishable at the moment, all crowded under their favorite rings waiting for the appearance of the lifters, and even some scheming people also opened gambling games, often the stakes were very high.

Crazy Moon hurriedly said goodbye and walked in the direction of his ring, it turned out that he didn't come alone, and several big monks from the same temple also came, he glanced at Qin Fan with interest, and then left in a hurry.

"Brother Xiaofan, are you really sure you don't need Brother Yun Zhongjun to help you?" Fu Ling glanced at Qin Fan with some embarrassment, and came out of the crowd alone, and when he saw him from a distance, he greeted him and ran over quickly. Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, seeing that her eyes were red, and she was single, she thought that she had quarreled with Nayun Zhongjun, and now she came to dissuade herself, could it be because of herself that the two of them quarreled?

As soon as he thought of this, he was faintly happy in his heart, it turned out that in her heart, am I also so important? Seeing her pear blossom with rain and extremely sad appearance, Qin Fan felt a pain in his heart, and wanted to comfort but didn't know where to start, so he had to squeeze out a smile and said softly: "Well, no need." I wanted to say something more, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of an amethyst pendant in Fu Ling's left ear, which still emitted a misty purple light even in some dim weather, which was extremely extraordinary.

Qin Fan's body was shocked, and the scene in the thatched hut in the bamboo forest last night came to his mind, and he lowered his head, no one could see his expression at the moment, but he said in a low voice: "I'm going to the competition, so I hurriedly walked towards my ring." ”

"Qin Fan! Qin Fan ......" Fu Ling behind him was shouting his name, but he didn't answer, but left faster. Even if he wanted to go back, he grabbed Fu Ling's hand tightly and told her that he liked her for a long, long time, from the first time they met. Only, he can't. He didn't even have the strength to look back at her, the purple crystal earrings seemed to become incomparably shining, dazzling and able to burn people's eyes and internal organs, not to mention that he was a poor orphan without a father and mother, in fact, it was not that he couldn't, but he didn't dare to ......

Does timidity need a reason?

Don't you need it?

Qin Fan knows that everyone has their own reasons for doing everything, no matter how far-fetched and lame this reason is, there will always be someone who will do it, because it is their own reason.

He was like this at the moment, he knew that he couldn't stop, let alone respond to the call behind him, because he was afraid. Why are you afraid? There are too many reasons to count, so I don't want to just keep my head down and keep running forward.

"Bang!" Something will always happen when he moves forward with his head down and at a fast speed, Qin Fan's head hurts, and he accidentally bumps into a white-clothed swordsman, and that strange sound is the muffled sound of his head colliding with that large and surprisingly large iron sword.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" He quickly apologized, but the white-clothed swordsman with the iron sword didn't stop at all, he had already burrowed into the sea of people, and when he looked at it, his eyes were full of crowds, it seemed that every place was the same, and it seemed that every place was different, where could he still find the white-clothed swordsman, but the big and surprisingly large iron sword left a deep impression on him, thinking about it like this, it seemed that even the back of the white-clothed swordsman was so familiar, and it seemed familiar.

"Knock" a bronze ancient bell rang, noon has arrived, which means that the game is about to start, Qin Fan jumped into the ring, above the ring he looked at the onlookers below, they talked and laughed one by one, and even saw Qin Fan recognize him, pointing and pointing with a relaxed and joking expression, thinking that he had seen his competition yesterday.

"Everyone in the world is stupid!" Qin Fan's mind was shocked, and for some reason such a sentence suddenly appeared, but at this moment, he was standing alone on this high platform, looking at the audience below condescendingly, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of loneliness, a cold wind blew, his clothes were hunting, his expressionless eyes had become extremely cold, and he didn't know what kind of emotions were surging in his chest, but he felt that the smiles and voices of those people in front of him had become so annoying.

The cold wind blew his body equally cold, is it that when his body is cold, his heart is also cold?

One person, another person. Maybe I've always been alone, and even my fiery heart seems to be a little colder when I think about it like this.

The cold wind blowing became stronger and stronger, and he had to keep his eyes peeled, and his body was a little shivering with cold, but he still stood straight in the wind. When the whole body seemed to have lost his intuition, the only thing that felt the temperature was the right hand that held the remnant knife tightly, and a trace of cold breath was transmitted through the palm of his hand, but the cold feeling made his whole person even colder.

The thirteen-year-old boy was extremely silent at this moment, whether it was cheers or boos below, but at this moment it seemed extremely unfamiliar, not only those people but also the ring, the mountains and trees in the distance were so strange, without a trace of reality.

"Perhaps...... It's just that I don't fit in with this world, and it's not them who are strangers but ...... Myself. He shouted silently in his heart, pressed his head lower, and let the cold wind blow, and at this time, Qin Fan suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness in his heart.

So hearty and violent, forced down the silence.

Thinking like this, a tall man had already stepped forward, arched his hand to him with a humble face, and said with a smile: "In Xiawanzhou Yingliang, please teach Brother Qin Fan!" Perhaps because of Qin Fan's young age, Ying Liang did not call him Brother Qin, but called him Brother Qin, looking approachable.

The two of them saluted, Ying Liang nodded slightly towards Qin Fan, put away his smile, and a long sword on his right hand was already unsheathed. "Zheng", a long sword out of the sheath with a sound of gold and iron, this is a seemingly ordinary blue steel sword, the only thing that is different from ordinary swords is that this sword is obviously more than half longer than the ordinary long sword, at this moment is held by the baby beam in his hand but there is no strange feeling, but it complements each other very harmoniously.

"This sword is five feet seven inches long, more than one inch and two feet longer than ordinary long swords, little brother Qin Fan be careful!" Ying Liang put the sword upright, his bearing was calm, and he did not have the slightest contempt for Qin Fan, but it was like an enemy facing an evenly matched enemy.

This ring is huge, and the entire ring is made of the strongest iron tree, the two are only a few feet apart, Qin Fan seems to feel a soft groan in the wind. This is a power that only the strength of a first-class master has, and now he doesn't have the help of that inhuman boy, in the face of this powerful opponent, he just tightens the residual knife in his hand. You can only rely on yourself, only on yourself.

There seemed to be a burst of laughter in my ears, very harsh. But he just held the remnant knife that he was holding tighter, and the cold feeling in his hand came up again, and the feeling of flesh and blood connecting made his originally somewhat apprehensive mind suddenly settle down a lot. Keeping his eyes firmly on the opponent's long sword, he swung the long knife with a "snort", and there was a strange sound like the air smashing, and the whole ring seemed to feel something, quietly. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Ying Liang's long sword finally moved in a gust of cold wind, the sword aura was compelling, different from the sword qi of the white-clothed man before, the sword qi in this person's long sword was even more terrifying, and it was extremely powerful. Scattered but not chaotic, the oncoming wind was cut by the sword qi, bringing a fierce wind, sweeping towards Qin Fan and engulfing it.

The sword qi became more and more terrifying, as if the space around Qin Fan was imprisoned for a few meters, and the sharp sword intent was hidden in it, which was a trace of difference that only Qin Fan could feel. The onlookers far below also felt a sharp and terrifying aura, as if every skin was affected by that sword qi, and Qin Fan was the target of the attack, which was naturally terrifying.

Just a sword, only a sword!

However, in the face of such a terrifying power, he had no fear on his face, and even though there was fear in his eyes, he was still so hot, as if he was burning.

With a sharp roar, the endless sword qi swept the remnants of iron trees all over the ground and rushed towards Qin Fan, as if to cut everything in this world to pieces.

"Ahh

He didn't know, but he knew to do everything he could and give it his all, because he didn't have any choice other than that.