Zisha, famous in the exclusionary dispute between many sects and Yicheng, few people know that this scheming and ruthless woman is actually graceful and beautiful like a flower.

When she stepped out of Yicheng, she was so calm, as if she was not facing a person who gritted her teeth and wanted to put her to death immediately, but a simple problem, and all that was needed was the right solution.

Most martial arts people tend to stand in the ranks of the famous and decent families, including the Qingcheng faction. It's a benefit!

However, there is no right or wrong in the struggle between the rivers and lakes, and everyone knows this. In addition to the person concerned, how many people really hate such a woman who came in a fashionable and elegant way to the point that she is almost out of the dust?

Spruce said to Meng Songcheng: "The people from the Xiaqi Flower Valley Gate, surnamed Yun Shan, don't you have the courage to ask Meng Shaozhu for a lesson or two!"

"Strange Flower Valley?" Meng Songcheng raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you from Yicheng?"

Spruce was not in a hurry, and replied lightly: "Young Master Meng, haven't you heard that after the battle of Yuezhou, the stragglers on the rivers and lakes fought together to defeat Qihua Valley? ”

Her voice was clear and clear, spreading over the open arena. Among the heroes, there were really those who had heard Bai Buqi and Liao Huanting, and they immediately whispered.

That Bai Buqi and Liao Huanting, in the preparation for the crusade against Qihua Valley, unknowingly disappeared. There is speculation that it was killed by Zisha, however, without evidence, who can talk nonsense?

Even if the nonsense is corrected, Ruyimen wants to deal with Qihua Valley, and Qihua Valley Zisha counterattacks and kills, what can be said?

Everything in the world has a reason to run in it.

Spruce heard the discussion around him, smiled proudly, and said to Meng Songcheng: "Young Master Meng, let's do it, you and I are considered personal enemies, Mengjiabao, Qingcheng, Huashan and the Murong family, including you Young Master Meng - as long as one of the four of you defeats me, after the establishment of the North-South Martial Arts Alliance, I will let the elected alliance leader fall." Killed on the spot, I have nothing to say. But——。 ”

Meng Songcheng was furious when he heard this, and he sneered instead: "If none of the four of us can defeat you, then don't avenge this past revenge!"

"Is that true?"

"Of course!" As he spoke, Meng Songxian put on a posture of "Tiger Descending the Mountain". Eager for revenge, he didn't care about the morality of the courtesy lady, rubbed his body up, flipped his palms, and attacked the past.

Spruce Kankan pulled out his sword, and before he could unfold his sword momentum, within a three-foot radius, all kinds of space had been filled with Meng Songcheng's palm shadow. The wrist of the sword will be held, and the wrist of the heavy wrist will become a flaw. Fighting closely, Mengjiabao's kung fu is a must. In just twenty moves, Spruce's shoulders, arms, and back were attacked in many places. Meng Songxian's "sparse shadow and horizontal oblique" oblique finger move all the way, the spruce had no way to retreat, so he had to "weak willow to help the wind" and fall obliquely, and then kick the ground on tiptoe, like an iron ox plowing the ground. Fortunately, her strain is good, her waist is straight, she jumps up with flowers, her posture is very good-looking, and she has won a lot of applause.

Meng Songcheng is waiting to be approached. At this moment, a light voice floated over from the mountain road: "Meng Jiabao's muscles and bones are wrong, and his moves are really ruthless. Spruce condensed the sword, and the afterglow caught a glimpse of a black cloud coming all the way around the bend from outside the venue. "Brush, brush, brush" back a few swords, and was almost seized by Meng Songcheng empty-handed, and continued to retreat in a hurry, flying to the vicinity of the "black cloud", only then did he see the truth.

Unable to stop being surprised and delighted, Spruce said loudly: "Eagle King." ”

The Black Winged Eagle King Bai Yingchu was full of spring breeze: "I taught you kung fu, but you almost forgot it." ”

Spruce blushed and thrust his sword into its scabbard.

Meng Songcheng's claws flew and grabbed her shoulder. Spruce was jealous in his heart, and in front of the Eagle King, he had to face it with his empty right hand. I only felt that a sharp wind was coming to the flesh, and the spruce was sinking into the dantian, and a soft true power immediately spread among the limbs and hundreds of remains. I felt that Meng Songcheng's broken muscles and bones were really separated by his right hand, and he grabbed his shoulder again. Spruce's right hand gently moved forward, and miraculously, Meng Songcheng seemed to have received an electric shock, first the hand that grabbed her shoulder bounced violently, and then the whole person jumped up, turning somersaults and taking a big step back.

With such a result, the only one who is not surprised is, of course, the people of Penglai Immortal Pavilion. The Blackwing Eagle King smiled lightly: "Attack." Spruce pulled out his long sword again, and the sword light was magnificent, and it was splashed towards Meng Songcheng.

This contest gave everyone a new understanding of Zisha.

It turns out that this little woman is not only scheming.

is known as the Qihua Valley Gate, but none of the two former valley masters of Qihua Valley, Sang Xingzi and Sang Yueren, are martial arts masters. The father and son of the Sang family, who used poison to make everyone change color, if their martial arts were also strong like this, probably Qihua Valley would not have been passed down for two generations before facing annihilation.

Meng Songcheng's staggered hands were repeatedly suppressed by the opponent's empty hands, and after being suppressed, the opponent's sword unceremoniously greeted in turn.

After retreating, Meng Songcheng turned around and withdrew from the fighting circle, his face pale.

The spruce spring breeze was proud, the sword hung under his wrist, and he clenched his fists and shouted: "Which one else wants to come to advise?"

Under the Huashan faction, a young man in white leaped out. This is the eldest disciple under Zheng Xiaofeng, the head of the Huashan faction, called Lu Yanting. The North-South Martial Arts Conference, a once-in-a-lifetime event, is a pity not to show up. If you defeat Zisha, who defeated the young master of Mengjiabao, you can avenge your master and earn a good name at the same time. Shen Haochen, the first disciple of the Qingcheng faction, also knew this, but he couldn't rob Lu Yanting, which was very choked.

However, when the two sides started to move on the field, Shen Haochen, the first disciple of the Qingcheng faction, looked at dozens of moves, and suddenly secretly rejoiced that it was Lu Yanting who had the first chance just now, not him.

The Huashan faction's Biyue Rainbow Sword is powerful enough, and Lu Yanting seems to have practiced Zixiao Gong, his skill has passed at least three times, and some moves are used, and the purple qi is dense, but the opponent's Zisha's sword is always like a swimming fish, swimming in the endless and mysterious Huashan sword moves.

This is exactly the same as before, when Zisha broke the second young master of Mengjiabao with his empty hand, the situation was exactly the same. Whether it is the Biyue Rainbow Sword or the powerful Zixiao Sword, every move and every style is magically broken by the opponent when it is about to work.

Except for Shen Haochen, all the insiders were shocked.

And Lu Yanting, who was competing with Spruce in the field, was even more flustered.

Kankan held up another twenty moves, Lu Yanting thought that if he continued to compare, his own swordsmanship would inevitably be repeated, and it would be broken again by the same method of the other party, then the shortcomings of Huashan martial arts would be exposed in front of the world. Even if you win, this is a scandal that will only do you a hundred harms and no benefits to your own sect.

Lu Yanting suddenly realized the mood of the second young master of Mengjiabao, shook his sword, and took the initiative to withdraw.

Zisha retreated from the masters of the Mengjiabao and Huashan factions, and hundreds of martial arts people in a circle, exclaimed in unison: "It's amazing!" Many people sighed afterwards: "How can this be?" "Really Mengjiabao and Huashan faction, no one in the young generation can beat a girl from Qihua Valley?"

Zheng Xiaofeng, the head of Huashan, had a purple swollen face, like a pair of pig liver.

Ouyang Mutong suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "Haochen, you go, don't kill that arrogant girl on the spot, don't come back!"

Shen Haochen didn't understand at first, but quickly understood what the master meant.

Spruce said earlier that among the several sects that had made enemies with her, as long as someone could kill her, she would admit it. Now that the two rounds have passed, a female stream has defeated the young master of Mengjiabao and the first disciple of the Huashan faction, how long is the internal strength?

If Ouyang Mutong didn't remind him, Shen Haochen wouldn't have noticed: Zi Sha's hands were all wrapped in his sleeves, and the sleeves moved in waves, and the frequency was very fast, not like that when the wind blew.

Meng Songcheng's staggered muscles and bones, and Lu Yanting's Zixiao Sword, are not small in terms of strength, and Zisha can't bear it.

Thinking of this, Shen Haochen immediately promised his master: "Yes!" showed his long sword and leaped out of his pergola. The martial arts of the Qingcheng faction are leisurely, just a leaping action, smooth as water, light as the wind, fluttering to the ground, and also attracting a lot of applause.

However, there was another person who arrived almost at the same time as him.

This person came from the pergola of the Murong family, and Murong Jue, the second young master of Murong, stood up and shouted: "Three-three!" saw him dressed as a scholar and rubbed himself with the purple spruce.

Spruce first felt a soft airflow, and then a strong manly aura rushed to his face. There is a difference between men and women, and she can only dodge.

The little scholar stopped in front of her and stood opposite Shen Haochen.

Murong Jue said loudly on his own turf: "San'er, come back quickly." ”

The little scholar looked at him and said loudly: "Such a grand event, dignified and decent, they are all famous heroes, I don't think we can join forces to bully a girl's family." ”

Shen Haochen stretched out his left hand and pointed at him, domineering: "What do you know, get out of the way!"

The little scholar said to him, "Get out of the way, and in an hour, you will fight this Yun girl again." ”

"You fart!" Shen Haochen was furious, and said in his heart: "After an hour, so many people, so many sects, and the martial arts sect are also here, and the North-South Martial Arts Conference will not be opened?" Seeing that it was just a little scholar beside Murong Jue, he simply tore his face, and with a swing of his long sword, the "old vine wrapped around the tree" slashed towards the side of the little scholar.

This is an endless follow-up move, no matter whether the opponent moves forward or to the side, the long sword will wrap the five directions of left and right, up and down, and directly in front of it in an instant. Just like a hundred-year-old vine, to entangle a century-old tree, even if the branches are luxuriant, it will eventually be strangled to the end of the lamp.

Originally, even Zisha would have to waste a lot of effort, and it might not be able to completely block it. However, what shocked Shen Haochen was that his sword was clearly handed to the little scholar less than a minute in front of him, but the little scholar could reach out and flick it lightly with every move. Where the little scholar's hand touched, Shen Haochen's wrist was bound to be driven. The blade of the sword that touched the little scholar's clothes also slid away.

More than a dozen thorns in a row, and finally, this trick "old vine entanglement tree" finally made old. Shen Haochen was frightened and stepped aside. Ouyang Mutong stood up in the pergola and shouted angrily at Murong Jue: "What do you mean by this?"

Murong Jue beckoned again and again, and the little scholar said, "This senior brother, the past has passed. When will the grievances be entangled?" His voice was not loud, but it was clear and clear, except for Shen Haochen, most of the people on the field could hear it clearly.

This scholar came out of Murong's house, his martial arts were understated, and he couldn't see anything unusual, but the first disciple of Qingcheng who was ruthless didn't have much upper hand, and his momentum seemed to be suppressed.

Ouyang Mutong asked Murong Jue: "Second son, don't you want to avenge your eldest son's revenge?"

Murong Jue was very frightened: "When I was about to go out, my father instructed: Be sure to follow the heads of your predecessors. The little scholar returned to him, and Murong Jue blew his beard and glared: "What are you doing?

However, being disturbed by such a while, the Qingcheng faction wanted to succeed again, even if Shen Haochen was open-minded, Ouyang Mutong couldn't afford to lose this old face. The abbot of Tianci chanted a Buddha name: "Amitabha!" stood up and said to the group of heroes: "The little brother of the Murong family said it very well: when will the grievances be entangled? Glancing at Shangguan Jiannan: "Master Shangguan Zhuang, the past has also been resolved, is it possible to carry out the next things to do?"

Xiao Jinghong, the master of the Lotus Palace, breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, and Shangguan Jiannan had not completely lost face.

The Blackwing Eagle King beckoned to the middle of the field, and Spruce saw it and hesitated. I heard Shangguan Jiannan say to everyone: "Everyone, at the invitation of the Lord of the Lotus Palace, today, I am contemptible for your use. We all got together to convene this North-South Martial Arts Conference. The abbot of Tianci is the leader-" Speaking of this, the owner of the sword village also paid tribute to the abbot of Shaolin, and then said: "What we all mean, since the chaos of the martial arts twenty years ago and rebuilt, it has lasted so far, and the peaceful days seem to be gradually gone. Demon demons such as the Strange Flower Valley Lord are openly wreaking havoc. ”

Spruce just wanted to go to Yicheng when his footsteps stopped.

Shangguan Jiannan didn't care about her, and said to himself: "The matter of Yuezhou, to put it bluntly, is still caused by the lack of a formal stop to maintain the necessary rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

Of course, there was a response to what he said: "The owner of Shangguan Zhuang said that he is going to build an alliance!"

As soon as this person's voice fell, another person picked up and said, "Establish an alliance, everyone present, is everyone willing?"

Shangguan Jiannan smiled silently, his eyes were everywhere, except for the various major sects, Lotus Palace, Yicheng and Penglai Pavilion, everyone was talking about it.