Gong Can's words immediately attracted the attention of everyone in Xiyuan, and when they looked back, they just happened to be good-looking little fat man looking at everyone with a smile.

"Little fat brother, I haven't seen you for many days, but your demeanor is still the same!"

It was Yi Mofeng who spoke, and he patted the little fat man on the shoulder, with a happy look on his face. Yuntian was originally filial piety at home, but now the Zhuxian Sword is related to the honor and disgrace of the garden. Qiao Huacheng asked people to call Yuntian from his hometown. It's a pity that within a few rounds, all the people in Xiyuan were defeated by Zhuo Ang's men.

The little fat man nodded, smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine, I plan to take a look at the villa." I didn't expect to encounter a martial arts competition, so I came over to join in the fun. ”

"Little fat man, we've all been defeated. You are also a disciple of the master, so you can go up and try it later. Last time, I was able to take back the Qiushui Yanling Sword, and this time I also pressed to take back the Zhuxian Sword. ”

Gong Can's words were also a little insincere, he knew that the little fat man won last time, and there were more elements of luck. This time is different from the past, this time the competition is related to the inheritance of Xianjian Villa. Everyone will definitely play the spirit of 12 points and give full play to their Taoism.

On the other hand, the little fat man, after the last battle, everyone knows that he is basically a waste. Because the rivers and lakes have been relatively ** recently, all sects and factions are cultivating behind closed doors. It is precisely because of this that the news that the little fat man picked up Luofeng Valley was blocked and did not come out. Therefore, now all the brothers and sisters think that the little fat man is basically a wasted person. Gong Can's words just now were just self-consolation and self-deception.

The little fat man hadn't spoken yet, but he heard an exclamation in the ring. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see that Han Bowen was forced by Zhuo Ang, and one of them couldn't stop and fell from the ring. Fortunately, there were a lot of people in the audience, and a few people with quick eyes reached out to take Han Bowen down, so he was not injured.

Han Bowen jumped off everyone's hands with an embarrassed expression, his face was very ugly, like an eggplant wilted by the wind. However, the defeat at Zhuoang's hands did not make him feel that he thought. Compared with Zhuo Ang's cultivation, his cultivation is already two grades behind. If he wins, it will be a surprise!

"Senior Brother Han, what a lot of offense!"

Zhuo Ang's melodious voice came from the ring, and although he won, he still looked humble and cautious. It is precisely because his personality and character are relatively good, that his cultivation exceeds that of his peers by a lot, and no one is jealous of him.

Han Bowen arched his hand, with a look of shame on his face, and opened his mouth to say: "Senior Brother Zhuo's miraculous skills are world-renowned, and junior brother admires them." ”

After speaking, Han Bowen dragged his heavy steps and walked towards his senior brother. Although Han Bowen was defeated, no one laughed at him. Because, for these people in the mountain villa. In everyone's hearts, this gentle Zhuo Ang has long been regarded as the best candidate to replace the owner of the arrogant village.

Zhuo Ang's demeanor was still fluttering, he glanced around at the senior brothers in the audience, and from everyone's eyes, he saw the scorching flames and the pursuit of immortal cultivation. Zhuo Ang clenched his fists and said to the audience: "Which senior brother is willing to compete with me again?"

Zhuo Ang's voice fell, and no one answered for a while, just when everyone thought that Zhuo Ang belonged to the Zhuxian Sword, a deep voice replied, "I'll try it." ”

It's really a bird into the forest, and the white bird is dumb. A tiger comes out of the mountain, and a hundred beasts lie on the ground. The crowd, which was still lively just now, suddenly quieted down. I saw a handsome young man walking out of the crowd, this young man was dressed in white, and under the blowing of the autumn wind, the clothes and belts danced like butterflies wearing flowers.

Seeing this young man, Gong Can and the others had a look of disgruntleness on their faces. It turned out that this young man was Qiao Ruyan's newlywed Jun Yi Yangping, and he was also the most proud disciple of Wan Junmao, the owner of Beiyuan Garden. The last time Wuyuan was discussing the sword, he was unfortunately defeated by the sword of the little fat man, which became a great shame in his life. In order to take revenge, he practiced hard. When he had no one who expected progress, the little fat man became a waste. A waste man who was not even favored by his master was kicked out of the division like a dead dog. Now that it has become Lianyun City, an ordinary one can no longer catch an ordinary one.

The change of the little fat man made Yi Yangping have a disdain to do something with him. Therefore, the little fat man has been in Lianyun City for so long, and Yi Yangping, who thinks he is done, has never come to trouble him.

Yi Yangping stepped up step by step, in fact, he could have drilled into the sky with a harrier and turned over and jumped into the ring. But he didn't do it, and he had his own little calculations in his heart. He thinks that a master should have the demeanor of a master. A leap jumped onto the stage, and his demeanor was too unelegant. It is necessary to walk up step by step like he is now, so as to receive the effect of deterring the crowd.

Yi Yang walked slowly to Zhuo Ang and looked at him arrogantly, without a trace of color in his cold eyes. His right hand rested lightly on the sword hanging from his waist, as if ready to be unsheathed.

No matter what, Zhuo Ang is also Yi Yangping's senior brother, but his attitude is so cold that anyone can see his disrespect to Zhuo Ang. Zhuo Ang is worthy of being a humble gentleman, and he doesn't care about Yi Yangping's attitude at all. He smiled and greeted Yi Yangping first: "Senior Brother Yi, hello! I have long heard that Uncle Wan has accepted a genius as an apprentice. I've been out and about, and I haven't seen each other almost once. Let's finally get together today, so let's talk about it. ”

It is said that Zhuo Ang greeted Yi Yangping first as a senior brother, and Yi Yangping should at least respond politely. However, Yi Yangping responded, but the response was not polite at all. He drew his sword, and the sword dragon whined like a roar, as if in response to Zhuo Ang.

Rao is Zhuo Ang's cultivation is excellent, and he also frowned at Yi Yangping's impolite behavior, and he didn't speak. The disciples who were watching in the audience were talking a lot, and scolded Yi Yangping in a low voice. Even Beiyuan's senior brothers were not overly overjoyed and expressed dissatisfaction with Yi Yangping's actions.

Yi Yangping's popularity in Beiyuan is not good, and he usually cultivates by himself, and he never drinks from others. It can even be said that he disdains to play tricks with his senior brothers, and once, several senior brothers were dissatisfied with Yi Yangping and secretly made an appointment with him. Yi Yangping didn't fight timidly, and in less than ten rounds, those senior brothers were bruised and swollen. At that time, his brothers and sisters knew that Yi Yangping's cultivation was extremely high, and from then on, no one dared to challenge Yi Yangping's prestige in Beiyuan. Naturally, no one talks and chats with Yi Yangping anymore.

"Yangping, come on!" a woman's cheers rang out from an inconspicuous corner.

When the little fat man heard this voice, he only felt that his brain was buzzing all of a sudden. He followed the sound and looked, only to see Qiao Ruyan standing in a corner on the edge, blushing, shouting at Yi Yangping. He is wearing a small red embroidered jacket and purple silk trousers today.

After Qiao Ruyan got married, the feeling for the little fat man was very different. In the past, Qiao Ruyan was a pretty and colorful little girl who liked to talk and laugh. The current Qiao Ruyan seems to have faded away from his youthful years, replaced by maturity and stability.

The little fat man saw Qiao Ruyan, Qiao Ruyan didn't see the little fat man, her mind was all on her newlywed husband. The little fat man stared at this Qiao Ruyan silently, feeling that his heart was about to break at this moment. If you can cut open the belly of the little fat man, you will definitely find a twisting crack in his heart.

"Chubby, are you alright? ”

When the little fat man heard the call, he came back to his senses and saw that it was Song Dayou who was talking to him. When I was in the villa, the best relationship with the little fat man was Song Dayou. Regarding the little fat man's crush on Qiao Ruyan, Song Dayou had already seen it in his heart. However, later Qiao Ruyan married Yi Yangping, and at the wedding, everyone knew that Yi Yangping's father was the generalissimo of today's soldiers and horses.

With such a prominent family background, coupled with Yi Yangping's own good cultivation, he naturally threw away a child like Little Fat Man who had no father and no mother. Although Song Dayou felt pity for the little fat man, he was helpless. This is a society that fights for dads, and no one will look up to you without a powerful dad.

Someone said, if I work hard, I may not be worse than those rich second generations with wine bags and rice bags in the future. However, if you work hard, you may not be able to achieve success. And the rich second generation has already made achievements now, with mountains of gold and silver treasures.

Women are very realistic, they would rather choose a man who has money and does not love them, than choose a man who has no money but loves them deeply.

The little fat man rubbed his red eye circles and said with a forced smile, "I'm fine." ”

The little fat man's smile is even uglier than crying, and anyone who sees it can see that he is not laughing from the heart.

In the face of Yi Yangping's aggressiveness, Zhuo Ang also pulled out his sword. His sword shines proudly in the sunlight like a puddle of autumn water. Standing on the earth in the autumn breeze, you can feel the chill of this sword from the depths of your heart.

Zhuo Ang swung his sword in the air, with a square pattern, like a cardboard box thrown by a child. No one present was surprised by the pattern that Zhuo Ang waved. Because in the first few competitions, everyone has already seen Zhuo Ang's cultivation.

Zhuo Ang's current cultivation has reached the late stage of the Four Elephant Period, and now it is his bottleneck stage. As long as there is a suitable time to stimulate, he may enter the Five Elements Period at any time and become a real master, a master who can fly with a sword.

Yi Yangping looked at Zhuo Ang's square pattern and smiled coldly, and he waved his hand a few times. Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar.