farce a ups and downs

At two o'clock, all the sects participating in the meeting had arrived.

Then, the ordinary people who bought tickets from various channels in advance sat in the "audience seats" under the well-trained leadership of Shen Zhuang's servants.

There has always been no shortage of spectators in the conference, and it is the same this year. Especially after learning that Luo Wenchu ​​will participate in this conference, it is even more crowded. Everyone wants to see the demeanor of the former No. [-] martial artist and see how powerful he is. Regression, or progress, to what extent is it now.

Scalper tickets have reached a new high, and the price of a ticket is worth a month's expenses of ordinary people, but there are still many people buying it, more than half of them are women, and when they become relatives, they encourage their husbands to come together, regardless of the pillow Those who are not married will resort to all kinds of means, but the parents can't resist, so they have to make trouble with their daughters, and even almost caused "life".

According to an insider, it was last night when the daughter of the neighbor’s house cried, made trouble and hanged herself three times, threatening, “If you don’t let me go, I’ll jump from here.” It’s not clear where she will go, but just because of the noise Son, it's true that eight cows can't be pulled back.

There were also those who didn't get a ticket, sharpened their heads to take advantage of the loopholes, Shen Zhuang's sharp-eyed servants picked one out and threw it out.

In the auditorium, the atmosphere is warm.

"Look, that's Mr. Chu Xi from Little Kunlun. His appearance doesn't match his name at all, but he's very masculine! I heard that he took in a disciple with a high level of understanding, but he didn't bring him the first two times. I don't know if I can see you today."

"Wutong Pavilion is over there. Pavilion Master Wu is still so handsome and elegant, and Floating Hand is also beside him. It seems a little unconvinced?"

"Sister, you don't know this? When the show was released yesterday, Fuhuashou clamored to sign up for the second stage of the competition, but was stopped by the pavilion master. He is probably losing his temper at the moment."

"Master Qu really hasn't changed at all."

"Pavilion Master Wu is still favored as always."

The topic gradually turned in another direction. The women who spoke did not know each other at first, but when they heard this, they turned their eyes, and when their eyes met, a smile appeared on their faces.

At this time, a burst of exclamation erupted from the audience area opposite.

The teams of various factions in the martial arts are in front of the Sword Discourse Arena, and the audience seats are on the high platforms on both sides of the Sword Discourse Arena, which are close to and far from the teams of each faction.The team that caused the exclamation was located directly below the auditorium - the Lingjue faction.

The leading young man is holding a folding fan, holding a gentleman, handsome and handsome.

The moment he raised his eyes, many women in the stands covered their mouths with tears in their eyes.

"I can still meet you again in my lifetime. I really have no regrets in dying."

"Nine years, nine years!" Another woman wept blood, poured out her heart, "Every day and night in the past nine years, I can't sleep because of thinking about you, and you can't sleep because of missing you, you know?"

"..."

Beside them, a pretty woman in light yellow clothes showed disdain, "It's not like two eyes, one nose and one mouth, how exaggerated it is."

"Little sister, what you said is wrong," the excited women in front didn't turn their heads, but a woman holding a child preached to her, "Twelve years ago, the hero Luo of the Lingjue sect was It is the fantasy of all the girls in Liuzhou City. Who can not love a young man with high spirits? At a young age, he can stand out from the crowd. Who else in this world can do it except Hero Luo?"

The woman in the yellow dress said without thinking, "My brother!"

"Your brother?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's eyes. Before she could say anything, she saw the person next to the woman cough lightly. His face changed a few times, "You are..."

The one-armed man nodded slightly, and stretched out his index finger in front of his lips, "May I ask you to keep it secret."

"Hero Yan came here alone?"

Yan Linsheng smiled: "The sister of Cai's family just said something unscrupulously, please forgive me."

No one can deny Luo Wenchu's achievements in those years, and the people in Liuzhou City are all witnesses.

The woman looked away with a complicated expression.

Yan Linsheng looked at Luo Wenchu ​​who was joking with Shen Feiyu below with great interest, and he didn't need to be distracted at all to notice Youdao's timid eyes wandering around him.

Yan Lin turned his head abruptly. The man didn't expect his secret scrutiny to be discovered so quickly, and he twitched his mouth guiltily: "Senior Brother Yan also came to see the meeting."

Yan Linsheng smiled at the man, and his indistinguishable face had a kind of stunning beauty: "Junior Brother Lin is here too."

"Brother still remember me?"

"nature."

Lin Sanquan didn't expect that this little shrimp of his would be remembered by Yan Linsheng, so he was overjoyed on the spot, and sat closer to Yan Linsheng: "Brother quit Xiehua Palace, so you won't be able to participate in the meeting, don't you think it's a pity?"

Yan Linsheng's smile has a deep meaning: "What's the pity? Fame or money? To me, neither is important anymore."

"That's the reason." After Lin Sanquan left the Lingjue sect and returned to his hometown, he never went back, but practiced his sword more diligently than when he was in the sect. In just three months, the Lingjue swordsmanship copied by Shen Feiyu for him was already available. Wear and tear, he knew that he was going to take a road that was destined to be without applause and praise, but unexpectedly he was much firmer than before, and the envy and jealousy he had for Yan Linsheng faded away.

He couldn't help asking a question: "Brother Yan, have you found your way of the sword?"

Yan Linsheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes were burning: "It's still on the road, never stop."

The two were chatting happily, Yan Li couldn't get in the conversation, and the second brother who could chat with her was still in Surabaya City, he was bored at this moment, so he could only lie on the side of the guardrail and look down.Directly below is the team of Lingjue Sect, Xiehua Palace is next to it, Xie Weihe wanted to talk to Luo Wenchu ​​many times, but the other party kept teasing the little apprentice, but he didn't give him a chance to talk, his old face turned black , Yan Li watched it for a long time, and found it interesting.

In the past, there was only one big brother in her heart, and she thought that big brother was the best in the world, and that big brother was unparalleled in the world, but this kind of thinking stopped on the night when big brother was injured, and Yan Li finally realized that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are real masters like clouds in the martial arts world , talents emerge in large numbers.

This time the eldest brother deliberately brought her out, did he also have some intentions to let her learn more?

If so, then take a good look.

Down below suddenly fell silent.

Yan Li didn't know why, so suddenly, she smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, raised her head, and suddenly broke into a very flamboyant red slender figure in her vision, like wild roses in full bloom and swaying, eager to be picked, and the slightly hanging The eyes, like gods looking down at the world, are the perfect fusion of beauty and Buddha nature.

The woman performs lightness kung fu and completes the dance in the air.

When she exited in the same way, everyone suddenly realized that it was the "opening show"!

Many people gasped secretly, but it was just the opening dance, and Shen Zhuang actually invited Miss Fengyuan, who was really rich and powerful.

The people who appeared next stirred up the atmosphere to the peak.

I saw five tables and chairs set up on the edge of the Sword Talking Stage. Everyone knew that this was for the judges in the first stage. Everyone remained curious and waited and watched. Just play a big game!

Among the five invited judges, there was a sword master, Wen Renke!

Laymen think that Juggernaut is famous, and they think he is the most powerful person. In fact, they may not be very clear about Wen Renke's fame. He has become famous years ago, and the famous heroes in the arena change too fast, and the celebrity list also needs to be replaced by a wave of newcomers from time to time, so there are only a lot of famous people who don't know their deeds.

The masters who knew the inside story refreshed their understanding of Shen Zhuang the moment they saw Wen Renke, especially those masters who paid Wen Renke to make their disciples famous, they all felt a burst of heartache .

Without him, it is really because of the title of Juggernaut, it is too expensive!

The people who only want to be lively don't know that this old man doesn't want a name or swordsmanship, but only wants money.

As long as the money is in place, it is not uncommon for him to give away the title of "Sword Master".

This time Shen Zhuang invited him to be a judge, it can be said that he spent a lot of money.

Therefore, the senior Juggernaut, who has received a lot of benefits, walks with wind, and is nearly fifty years old, still carrying a daunting aura.

Yan Linsheng in the auditorium subconsciously clenched Chengkuang, then slowly let go, and looked calmly at the other judges behind Wen Renke - Xu Weng, the genius, Liu Chuifeng, the gentleman with thousands of faces, Xie Jun, the poisonous gentleman, And, the one-finger magical master Fangna of Liangding Temple.

The first four are rangers, but the last one is the master of one sect. Does this also mean that the masters of all sects are qualified to be the judges of the conference?

People who hadn't thought about it before saw this scene, and their minds gradually became active.

When Shen Minglang came to the stage, he didn't make a long speech, but went straight to the point.Each judge represents one point, and if the winner of the competition fails to get three points, it is considered unqualified.After clarifying the rules of the competition, Shen Minglang stepped down abruptly.

Drums roared.

The first competition has begun.

There are 89 players in the first stage, divided into 44 games, and one person will directly advance to the next game.Before the lucky guy could be happy, the smile froze on his face.

According to the game schedule, the person who wins the first game will be his opponent in the next game.

The gloomy man named Li Changqing stood on the stage, and his Kunlun swordsmanship was quite fierce. After half a moment, his opponent recognized the reality and planned to admit defeat. The sword grazed his neck, and he lost his voice in fright.

In the end the man was carried away.

The five judges looked at each other, and only three of them gave points. Wen Renke and Master Fang Na didn't give points. They all thought that this kid was too deep-minded, and his methods were a bit vicious, and he didn't show affection.

Li Changqing had no worries, looked around, found the Lingjue faction's team at the bottom left, and then made an unexpected move.

The young man on the stage stood tall and tall, pointing his sword at the audience, his eyes staring at him, implying fierceness.

The young man in white who was pointed at by the sword raised his head, squinting his eyes because of the glare of the sun, but Li Changqing's figure in his sight blurred instead.

Shen Feiyu didn't know what expression he had at that moment, but judging by Li Changqing's posture of withdrawing his sword and leaving, he might not have a good expression.

Shen Minglang sat higher, unable to see the appearance of the young man in white, but instinctively twitched his brows, looked sideways at Shen Yu's position, only to realize that his wife had left the position at some point, and when he looked at Shen Mingyu again, he also Get up and go.

"Where are you going? Sit down." Shen Minglang said displeased.

"Father, I'm going to see mother." Shen Mingyu replied, he had to pay attention to Shen Yu's expression when he left just now.

Seeing that the little brat was disobedient, Shen Minglang breathed out, intending to teach him well, but unexpectedly, the drumming sounded again in the next competition, drowning out his voice, Shen Mingyu didn't know if he really didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it, The pace of leaving did not stop at all.

Shen Minglang sighed slightly in his heart, and focused on the next competition.

Before the start of the fifth competition, the judges left one by one, and everyone didn't care.

Not long after, the fifth competition began. Shen Mingyu and Shen Yu came back. The moment the eyes of the mother and son met, Shen Yu felt a little uneasy.

Shen Minglang had no time to pay attention to the strangeness of his wife and son, his eyes were firmly attached to the young man on the stage, and he looked at it from head to toe, as if to confirm whether the other party was safe or not.

In the end, Shen Minglang stared fixedly at the young man's face, his eyes were slightly red, his fists were clenched, and he almost couldn't restrain his emotions and rushed off the stage.

"Cough," Shen Yu said lightly, "Villa Master, you are the host of the host country, and you are somewhat concerned about your image in front of outsiders."

Shen Minglang felt lost, "You already knew that, didn't you?"

Shen Yu didn't answer.

"Why are you hiding from me?"

Shen Mingyu squeezed her fingers, and tried to call out: "Father?"

Shen Minglang turned a deaf ear, the initial daze passed, and his face gradually sank.

The list was handed down by Shen Yu, but because of his trust, he didn't ask about it. He questioned the accident three years ago to no avail, and secretly sent people to find out about Shen Feiyu's whereabouts, but was repeatedly blocked.

Thinking of this, Shen Minglang laughed at himself, said nothing more, and looked intently at the stage.

Seeing this, Shen Yu silently tightened his cuffs, his eyes became more and more venomous.