old master

The figure of an old man.

It looks like he is only five or 60 years old, but in fact, he is almost 70 years old.

With a thick back and a strong waist, he looked extremely burly, and his face was flushed, his spirit was hale and hearty, and his aura from top to bottom was terrifying.

The only martial arts master in Yijianliu, Gu Xin!

At the same time, he is also a heavyweight in the ancient martial arts circle in the south. It is also because of the existence of Gu Xin that Yijianliu has been able to develop steadily for so many years and become one of the three giants in Tallinn.

And next to Gu Xin was a young man with the same hulking back and beard - Solons!

With a sword behind his back, Solons was silent and looked a little cold. He sat directly in Yijianliu's position, and then closed his eyes, ignoring the disturbance from the outside world.

"Very strong! Solons is really strong!"

Ji Ya said in a deep voice.

She is the master of the magic knife school, and she even comprehended the true meaning of martial arts.

But she just glanced at Solons from a distance, and felt that Solons was so powerful that he could even put a little pressure on her.

Sword Three Saurons, infinitely close to the master of martial arts, well-deserved reputation!

"Tang Wen, what do you think?"

Fein suddenly leaned into Tang Wen's ear and asked softly.

"Ancient Heart or Saurons?"

Tang Wen glanced at Fein.

"Of course it's Thoros."

Finn was also nervous.

Although, he knew that Tang Wen was a martial arts master, a martial arts master who had practiced vigorously.

But given the reputation of Solons, who would dare to underestimate him?

Even Fein's confidence in Tang Wen was a little shaken when he saw Solons' aura.

Tang Wen gave Solons a serious look, and said calmly, "One punch may not kill you, but three punches should be fine."

"Uh……"

Finn seemed to be stuck in the neck, not knowing what to say.

What more can he say?

What can he say?

"Pfft".

Weiss couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Wen, you are really humorous. But we are just exchanging and exchanging ideas on ancient martial arts. Killing people is a bit too much, just defeating them."

As soon as Wei Si finished speaking, the host of the competition on the ring called Wei Si's name.

"In the first match of the first round, Weisi of the Magic Blade vs. Li Hu of the Tiezhiliu."

"Ah? I was drawn in the first round. My luck is really unlucky. Brother Wen, Master, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Weiss got up and walked towards the first arena in the square.

Chapter 71 Exchange Meeting

There are three arenas in the square.

Three games are played simultaneously in each round.

Weiss jumped up and came to the first arena. She was young and beautiful, and immediately attracted the attention of many ancient warriors as soon as she entered the arena.

"Is that the ancient martial artist of the Magic Sword Style?"

"Phantom Sword Style is also very strong in our southern ancient martial arts circle. I heard that there were also martial arts masters born."

"Hey, which school has never been more powerful? But today is different from the past, the ancient martial arts have declined, and the magic sword style still has some of its former prestige. It's really hard to say."

"It's this Iron Finger Li Hu, who is a murderer. He seems to be well-known in the underground black boxing circle in the south, and he has made a name for himself. Unexpectedly, he also came to participate in the ancient martial arts exchange meeting."

Many people talked about it, and they already knew the identities of both sides of the ring.

However, most people don't know about Weiss, they have only heard of the magic sword style.

After all, the Magic Sword Style used to be considered a top school, and there had been more than one martial arts master.

But unlike the Yijian style, the magic sword style has completely declined, and now it can only rely on rent collection to barely maintain the genre.

On the contrary, it was Li Hu who was iron-fingered, a ruthless man who punched black fists, and had gained some reputation in the ancient martial arts circle in the south.This kind of reputation gained by himself is enough to represent his strength.

Ji Ya looked very dignified.

Fein reassured: "I've heard of this Li Hu. Although he is a black boxer and has rich combat experience, he doesn't seem to understand the true meaning of martial arts. Weiss is not at a disadvantage against him."

"I don't have any worries about Weiss' strength. But after all, she has never experienced a real life-and-death struggle. Whether we ancient warriors have a life-and-death struggle are two different concepts."

There was also a hint of worry in Ji Ya's eyes.

However, no matter how worried she was, Weiss had already entered the ring, so Weiss could only rely on herself.

On the ring, Weiss saw her opponent. It was a tall, burly man with a few shallow scars on his face. He looked very vicious.

"Phantom Blade Flow, Weiss."

"Iron fingers flow, Li Hu."

The two saluted each other, and then, Weiss started.

"call out".

Weiss was like a phantom, and she bullied Li Hu in the blink of an eye.

But Li Hu let out a low growl, and actually closed his eyes.

"Swish".

A sharp sword light suddenly appeared, and it was cut directly from Li Hu's back.