"Cold Mountain Sword" Qiu Zihan and "Sky Dragon Sword" Dongfang Jian, who was in charge of the Sky Dragon Faction this time, and "Cloud-dragon Sword" Mu Yunlong and "Heart-clearing Sword" Gao Shengpeng, who appeared on the viewing platform of the Sky Dragon Faction at this time, were sworn brothers. "Sky Dragon Sword" was the eldest brother, and the other three brothers all came from thousands of miles away to help the sworn brother.
Seeing "Golden Snake Magic Whip" Li Zheng challenge, the Sky Dragon Faction was afraid of the prestige of this veteran master, so no one came to the arena for a while. Qiu Zihan immediately stepped forward to resolve the embarrassment.
"Oh, young people don't know when to retreat and are too impulsive. You still have a lot of time to live, why are you so eager to die?" Li Zheng ran the internal qi and sneered lightly.
He slightly shook his wrist and injected the internal qi.
The originally stiff Golden Serpent Barbed Whip suddenly seemed to have come to life, twisting on the arena floor like a living snake. The Golden Serpent Barbed Dagger at the head of the whip also made a strange hissing sound, as if there was a real Golden Serpent Barbed Dagger flicking its tongue.
Once you stepped into such an arena, it was equivalent to acquiescing to life and death, just like signing a life and death contract.
"The old man is old and weak, and the yellow soil is buried in his neck, but he still comes to compete with the young people. Aren't he afraid that his lifelong reputation will be buried here?" Qiu Zihan gave a tooth for a tooth.
Using words to attract the opponent's mind and distract the energy, this was a tried and true method in the confrontation of martial arts masters.
Qiu Zihan was much younger than Li Zheng, but his fighting experience was not inferior to him.
In the martial arts world, every famous master walked out of the pile of dead people.
The battle between the two sides soon broke out.
Different from the previous "small fight", when the two first-class masters of the Joint-thoughts level fought, the internal qi surged and the air waves filled the air. The people around the arena suddenly felt the suffocating air waves coming to their faces. If they were too close, they would have difficulty breathing, as if a huge stone was pressing on their chests.
There was even an unlucky fellow who was too close and was hit by the aftershock of the sword wind. He let out a miserable cry as several of the bones in his chest were broken. A layer of frost covered his clothes as if he had been poisoned, and he was sent flying five or six meters away.
At this moment, everyone within ten meters of the ring retreated in unison, forming an empty space.
Only the little girl, who had no idea whether she was dead or alive, was still standing below the ring, full of energy and excitement.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
The little girl waved her little fists and yelled at the top of her lungs.
No one knew who she was cheering for.
All of a sudden, those who hadn't noticed her before all noticed her presence.
Where did this damned girl come from?
The same question popped up in the minds of many martial arts masters.
Even the core higher-ups of the two sects on the spectator stands on both sides of the arena had noticed the little girl's presence.
A Hall Chief of Huya Faction frowned slightly, called a first-generation disciple over, and whispered something to him.
That first generation disciple came down from the viewing platform and called out to a few other disciples. They squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the little girl.
However, before they came to the front, a young man suddenly flashed out of the crowd and stopped these disciples of Huya Faction. He said with a smile, "You guys, there is no need for you to come here. That wild girl is my child. She has a mental problem, so I didn't stop her and ran out …"
The first-generation disciple looked up and down.
This was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Between his eyebrows, he was full of heroic spirit. He was not particularly handsome, but he had an unforgettable temperament. However, there was no fluctuation of internal Qi in his body. Obviously, he was not a martial arts master. He had a smile on his face and looked calm.
"Your child?" The first-generation disciple frowned.
"Yes, this child is a psycho and often talks nonsense." The young man said.
"Since she is a psycho, then control her mouth and don't talk nonsense everywhere. Otherwise, she won't even know how she died." The first-generation disciple looked cold and threatened, "Take her away, or I can't guarantee that she can live to see the sun in the afternoon."
The young man nodded and turned to walk towards the little girl.
When he came to the front, he reached out and patted the little girl on the shoulder, saying, "Little adorkable, are you here to court death?"
"Young Master, why are you so late?" The little girl was naturally the adorkable and violent Loli Ming Yue. She turned back and said excitedly, "I have killed three and injured five or six. Hahaha, it's like playing monkeys. It's so fun …"
The young man was naturally Li Mu.
He looked at the arena and said, "What's so fun? It's just two rookies pecking each other."
Before his voice died away.
There was a mixture of cheers, exclamations, screams, and roars around the arena.
On the arena, the fierce battle between the two masters finally had a winner. The golden barbed snake whip was like a python, entangling "Cold Mountain Sword" Qiu Zihan, and the barbs of the whip body pierced into his body. Blood spurted out, and the situation was precarious.
"Haha, Qiu Zihan is going to be defeated."
"The Cold Mountain Sword? It's nothing in front of Senior Li."
Some disciples of Huya Faction shouted excitedly when they saw such a scene.
This was the first competition between the top masters of the two factions. If they won, it would be of great significance, especially for a young master like "Cold Mountain Sword" Qiu Zihan. Once he died, it was tantamount to cutting off an arm of "Sky Dragon Sword" Dongfang Jian, and it would definitely be a huge blow to the morale of Sky Dragon Faction.
On the viewing platform.
"Iron Hand Holding up the Sky" Tie Zhendong, the speaker of Huya Faction, and some people around him were all happy.
And Dongfang Jian, Mu Renlong, and others stood up nervously.
"Fourth brother …" "Mind-clearing Sword" Gao Shengpeng couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to save him.
On one side, "Iron Wall Judge" Sun Xin, an assistant master of Huya Faction, banged the table and stood up. He sneered and said, "What? Do you want to break the rules in the arena of life and death? "
Dongfang Jian, Mu Renlong, and others also banged the table and stood up.
Tie Zhendong didn't show weakness and said like an angry lion, "The rules were agreed by your Sky Dragon Faction. What? Can't you afford to lose now? Do you want to go back on your words and break the iron rules of the underworld? "
Dongfang Jian's momentum stopped.
In Wulin World, people who broke the rules would often be the target of a group attack.
However, as a sworn brother, he couldn't just watch his brother die like that.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Little Ming Yue curled her lips and said, "What? It's so boring. Is this the so-called master? "Cold Mountain Sword" bragged so much that he thought he could kill everyone with his sword. But he was defeated by an old man who played with a whip? "
Although the little girl shouted "kill him" randomly and her standpoint was unclear, she actually supported "Cold Mountain Sword" Qiu Zihan in her heart. After all, they were all young people.
Li Mu shook his head and said, "Look carefully," Cold Mountain Sword "hasn't been defeated yet …"
"" Cold Mountain Sword hasn't been defeated yet. "Almost at the same time as Li Mu spoke, another voice sounded.
Li Mu and Little Ming Yue looked back at the same time.
But they didn't know when an old beggar with a big fat yellow and white dog came behind them.
The old beggar was holding a chicken butt in his hands and eating with his mouth full of oil. A strange fragrance overflowed from the roasted chicken butt. And the big fat yellow and white dog was chewing a few chicken bones in its mouth. It also ate with relish, ignoring the noisy environment around it, and looked very calm.
Feeling the eyes of the two people, the old beggar looked up and grinned. One of his front teeth was missing.
"Were you the one who said that just now?" Little Ming Yue's nose twitched. She was attracted by the fragrant chicken butt.
Foodies were always easy to be attracted.
The old beggar nodded while eating and said, "Yes, yes, I said that …"
Little Ming Yue drooled and stared at the fragrant chicken butt with her bright eyes. She wondered why there was such a delicious smell. She rolled her eyes and said, "How did you know that?"
"I guessed."
"What if you guessed wrong?"
"Hey? Little girl, what do you mean? "
"I mean, let's make a bet. If you guessed wrong, let me eat the rest of the chicken butt, OK?"
"Ah hahaha, the little girl has a good eye … No." The beggar refused flatly.
Ming Yue was so angry that she gnashed her teeth and growled in her throat. She had an impulse to snatch it directly.
Li Mu looked at the old beggar up and down with a little curiosity, but he didn't say anything in the end.
There were so many strange people in Jianghu. Many legendary masters were beautified by the rumors to be very mysterious, as if they were filtered. But when you met them in person, you would find that they were actually very ordinary. These theories were instilled to him by the old faker.
However, what Li Mu saw from the old beggar was more of a kind of pretense of mystery.
The intuition gained from practicing the Xiantian Skill told Li Mu that the old beggar was not a great master.
He could feel the fluctuation of internal qi in the old beggar's body, but it was not strong. His blood and qi were more vigorous than ordinary people, but it barely reached the Joint-thoughts level. It could be said that he was a first-class master in Jianghu, so it was not strange that he could see that Cold Mountain Sword Qiu Zihan was not defeated.
The old strange man passed through the crowd and appeared in the blank area under the arena. He also took the initiative to talk, which made Li Mu feel that the old beggar seemed to deliberately come to chat. Li Mu didn't want to have too much contact with him on the premise that he didn't know the purpose of the old beggar.
Because once contact, it was easy to fall into the topic and thinking that the old beggar had prepared.
In next to no time, the surroundings of the arena were filled with clamorous and seething noise.
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