Leave it to the uncle to buy road money

I saw the young man in Tsing Yi turned his wrist, and deftly closed the folding fan in his palm, folded his hands, folded them in front of him, and bowed slightly towards Junli.

Jun Li stared blankly at his actions for a moment, then bowed back with fists in both hands.

"Murong Hai, I hope you will be merciful." The young master swiped again, unfolded the folding fan, and opened his mouth while shaking it.

I should tell you that.Jun Li narrowed his eyes slightly speechless, and untied his bronze sword from his waist. "My name is Junli."

Anyway, judging from just now, the folding fan in the hands of the person who called himself Murong Hai could even crack a big knife, so it shouldn't be unfair to use a weapon by yourself.

Watching the two exchange their names, Gu Qiansheng pushed his back against the chair two points harder.

These two actually regarded each other as an opponent worthy of being treated seriously. That Murong Hai was powerful enough, but with Jun Li's performance just now, how could he catch his eyes.

Just as he was frowning and thinking, both of them moved.

Murong Hai flipped his wrist, the folding fan closed, and the fan bone hit the tip of Jun Li's sword. Following the movement of his palm, the folding fan dexterously turned twice around Jun Li's bronze sword, moving sideways with a force remove.

Jun Li's face changed, the opponent's strength was obviously not very strong, but he was so suppressed that he had no power to resist.

He simply loosened his right hand, let go of the bronze sword that seemed to be glued to the folding fan, put one foot in front of Murong Hai's left foot, and looked away. With a beautiful rotation of his body, his left hand firmly grasped the sword from mid-air. The falling bronze sword.

It was the kung fu that Gu Qiansheng had used on him before, which he skillfully used at this moment.

"Amazing." Murong Hai praised, and instead of being put down, he clung to Junli's direction.

The two of you come and go, fighting endlessly.

At first, it was a formal fight, but later it turned into a child's fight.

Gu Qiansheng looked at the arena with a cold face. The man named Murong Hai clearly didn't know how many times better than Junli's kung fu, but he just fought with him with strength. In his eyes, it was a no-brainer. That person plotted against Junli.

He was so impatient that he wanted to go directly to the ring and take him away, the scuffle between the two finally came to an end, Jun Li had a bruise around his eyes, and Murong Hai's messy hair was not much better.

"The time has dragged on for a long time, I will send the young master off the stage." Murong Hai took the time to straighten himself up, and his whole demeanor changed suddenly.

Jun Li's eyes were in a trance for a moment.

Murong Hai flipped his fan over, rushed up, and slapped Junli.

But Jun Li, who was supposed to be in a daze until he was slapped off the ring, suddenly froze, and there was a cold look in his eyes, "It's not sure who will step down." He moved sideways, and slapped Murong Hai with his palm go.

The aura around him was in a trance, sometimes ruthless, sometimes warm, there was a bit of obscurity in his brows, and there was a kind of redness that seemed to have a bloody smell floating around his body.

Jun Li stretched out his hand towards the side, and the bronze sword that fell from his hand when he was in a trance just now automatically returned to his palm, and Murong Hai looked at him in surprise.

"You actually completed the fusion." The faint blue light around him became a little bit more intense with the words. "Then why is your breath so weak..."

"Noisy." There was a little cold evil in Jun Li's eyes, and the bronze sword was covered with a light red. "Let's fight again."

"Why did the people from Haiqing's family come here to compete and mess around?" Han Lao patted the handle of the seat with a beard and stared, and stood up from the seat.

A loud shout came from the second floor of Tianxiang Pavilion, "Stop!" Just as the voice fell, a white figure inserted between the two who had already fought again.

It was Mr. Han.

An inexplicable breath came from where his palms intersected with a sword, and Jun Li and both of them were in a daze.The faint brilliance on them suddenly dissipated,

"That's the end of this competition, both of you have passed."

At this moment, the spectators in the audience dispersed after answering the questions, and the rest of them were ashamed of themselves after seeing the two of them. Naturally, no one had any objection to the old man changing the rules of the game.

Just as Mr. Han finished speaking, Jun Li's body shook slightly, his palms loosened, and the bronze sword fell to the ground with a tinkling clang, and he fell backwards.

Gu Qiansheng, who had been paying close attention to Junli, flew onto the stage and held him in his arms.

Murong Hai squinted his eyes and opened the folding fan and shook it a few times, looking in Junli's direction with a worried expression.

Gu Qiansheng put all his attention on Jun Li. Judging from the information from the spirit gu in his body, Jun Li's physical condition is not good now, and he suddenly weakened, and his breath became as weak as the later period when the two separated. .

……

When Jun Li opened his eyes, his hand was tightly held in his palm, and he turned his head to see the person sleeping beside him.After waking up, Jun Li obviously regained his energy, but he didn't want to wake up Gu Qiansheng, so he looked around the room with his eyes open.

Then, very angry to find out!

No alcohol! !

fraud.

Jun Li, who was not in a good mood after waking up, closed his eyes again depressed, and when he opened his eyes again, it was almost evening, and he was awakened by the temptation of the aroma of food.

Jun Liteng sat up from the bed, a cloth towel on his head slipped from his eyes, was tossed aside by him casually, and the whole person rushed towards the table.

Gu Qiansheng finally put away the bowls and chopsticks and stopped him. "Wash your hands first... Don't you feel tired after beating all afternoon?"

"What about the wine?" Jun Li squinted at the helpless Gu Qiansheng with his eyes.

"I bought it for you, and it's in the cabinet." Gu Qiansheng pulled someone to the washbasin, "The freshly boiled water has warmed the wine here, you wash your hands obediently, and I'll get it for you."

Hearing this, Jun Li really calmed down.

"What did the old man say after today?" Sitting at the table, Jun Li asked while eating.

Gu Qiansheng pursed his lips slightly, and remembered what that old Han said, "You are not the winner, you have no right to know these things."

"He told you to go to Tianxiang Pavilion to find him after you wake up, and he will explain to you." Gu Qiansheng paused, "What happened to you in the end yesterday."

"I don't know too well, but suddenly, my eyes went dark, and when I opened my eyes again, there was that old man standing in front of me." Jun Li muttered heartlessly, while busy picking up delicious food.

Forget it, eat without talking and sleep without talking.

Feeling that he couldn't ask anything, Gu Qiansheng also raised his hand and began to eat.Neither of them noticed that at this moment, there seemed to be a slight sense of alienation between them.

When Jun Li suddenly seemed to be a different person yesterday, Gu Qiansheng felt that that person was very similar to the person Jun Li talked to when he was sleepwalking.

Lonely, cold.

So, who was the person who really tempted him back then?