I practice ruthless way

In mid-April, there are more flowers in the mountains and fields in the city, the sun is more dazzling, and the weather is getting hotter. There are dragonflies flying back and forth on the lotus leaves of Bailuzhou, which faintly reveals the taste of early summer.

The rounds of the Guangling test were arranged very tightly, there was not much time to discuss and ponder, and the third round of competition was in a blink of an eye.

There are many people from all sects and sects who come to participate in the Guangling Examination. Civil wars between sects happen from time to time, but it is not common for them to appear in the third round like this one.In the civil war between Gushan disciples and Gushan disciples, everyone in Gushan did not show anything, but others were very interested and looked forward to it.

In two consecutive matches, Xiao Man defeated his opponent with only one move, leaving a deep impression on the spectators from all walks of life. Many people are guessing what will happen when he meets his fellow sect this time.

Is it the same sharp move, ending the battle with one and a half moves?Or are you entangled with your fellow disciples?

Under the arena, amidst the crowd, someone beat the gong and drum and shouted: "Bet, bet! Lonely Mountain vs. Lonely Mountain! Buy and leave!"

"That Gushan Xiaoman, is Guiyuan Middle Realm, right? His opponent seems to be in Guiyuan!" said one person.

"The one he shot with an arrow yesterday is also Gui Yuanshang! This man is really powerful, I'll buy him!"

"I've heard many analysts I know say that that Gushan Xiaoman should have the strength to fight the little sage Biebeilou. Brothers, buy him!"

"You all buy Xiao Man? Then I will do the opposite."

"..."

Qu Hanxing moved among the crowd, and was almost drowned by the spittle. He managed to squeeze in front of the betting table, and was squeezed out again. He finally got a chance when the person finished placing his bets.He took out a bag of silver and threw it over to "Xiao Man". After counting the silver taels and registering, he didn't need to do anything himself, and then he was squeezed away again, and he returned the same way.

His light and nimble body skills couldn't be used here at all. He came and went, his clothes were squeezed and crumpled, but he didn't care to tidy them up. He looked up at the ring and hurried back to the stands.

"I'm back, I'm back!" Qu Hanxing sat back in his seat, hastily shaking his folding fan and shaking his collar at the same time - he didn't sweat, but he smelled of other people's sweat.

Song Ci threw a cleansing spell at him and poked his head: "Whoever buys it wins?"

Qu Hanxing: "Of course it's our little master uncle!"

The voices of the two of them were not loud, after all, they were all from the same clan, and the civil war started in the third round, which was tantamount to giving up a quota for no reason. Although everyone said nothing, they must feel very uncomfortable.

Song Ci and Qu Hanxing are already familiar with each other, and they have some understanding of what happened in front of Liangyi Hall in March. They despise Qing Yunfeng's actions, and the person who took part in the battle is his respected and adored little master uncle, so the enthusiasm is naturally extremely high high.He glanced left and right, raised his hands to cover his face, and asked, "How much did you buy?"

Qu Hanxing lowered the folding fan with his right hand, and made a "three" underneath with his left hand.

Song Ci: "30 taels of gold?"

Qu Hanxing: "Silver."

Hearing this word, Song Ci raised his hand and slapped Qu Hanxing on the head, then took out a bank note and stuffed it into his hand: "Get out! Go and add it!"

Qu Hanxing looked down: "Wow, 100 taels of gold, Brother Song is generous."

"When the little master uncle finishes playing, won't we double?" Song Ci waved his hand, speaking calmly.

"Okay!" Qu Hanxing stood up with squinted eyes, looked at Wei Chuyun before leaving, and asked, "Brother Wei, do you want some?"

Wei Chuyun didn't say much, and handed him a bank note directly.

Qu Hanxing glanced at the face value: "Wow, three hundred gold! As expected of Young Master Wei!"

The winner of the first match in the arena, the sound of the drum, the two sides went off the stage, and after a while, two people from the next match came up to the stage.

Xiao Man is completely white, he can see the world of mortals with his hands, his black hair falls in the wind, his dark eyes reflect the sunlight, they are crystal clear, indifferent and calm.

He looked at the disciple of Qingyun Peak opposite.

This disciple of Qingyun Peak has been looking at him, raised his sword when he saw this, and saluted him: "Gushan, Qin Yi."

"Lonely Mountain Xiao Man." Xiao Man returned the salute.

Qin Yi smiled: "Please teach me, my little master uncle."

Xiao Man didn't speak.

The next moment, the drum sounded and the competition began.

Qin Yi immediately launched an attack.

Just like the previous two competitions, Xiao Man stood still.He doesn't have the habit of taking the lead at the beginning of the game, he moves the sword like chess, even though there is a priority, but for the result, it is not too important whether to move first or second.

Qin Yi was getting closer and closer to him, Xiao Man lowered his eyes, turned his wrist, and slightly adjusted the posture of holding the sword.

The people of Qingyun Peak are naturally using the sword skills on Qingyun Peak.Xiao Man is not very familiar with other sects, but he knows the sword techniques of every peak in Gushan.This set of swordsmanship is extremely powerful, with one move, the opponent will be forced back with absolute strength, and then he will attack forward, forcing the opponent to retreat step by step.

Qin Yi, who was gradually approaching, had this idea. He released all the momentum and aura that belonged to the upper realm of Guiyuan, and smashed towards Xiao Man together with the sword energy and sword wind.

This sword was released with madness and pride.

The atmosphere in the arena was stagnant, and the crowd in the arena kept retreating, which showed how oppressive it was.

Qin Yi is full of self-confidence.He used [-]% of his strength to strike the sword, probably with the idea of ​​"returning the body with his own way" - he actually wanted to beat Xiao Man to the ground with the first sword strike. Crushed!

Among the spectators, many people sensed his intentions. Qu Hanxing stared wide-eyed, squeezed his folding fan tightly, and stood up from his seat: "Brother Man..."

"Xiao Man can win, you have to trust him." Mo Juntian pulled him back.

At this time, Qin Yi came to three feet in front of Xiao Man's body, and Jian Feng was about to approach Xiao Man's face!

Xiao Man finally made a move.He lifted his eyelids suddenly, stepped back half a step obliquely, and raised his sword from below.

He didn't choose to dodge or resort to tricks, and he rushed forward without changing his face!

Seeing that the whole body of the world of mortals is pitch black, without sacrificing half of the light, it formed a shadow in the air and collided with Qin Yi's sword.

There was a crisp clang, and the chill spread across the sky.

Guiyuan Shangjing's aura was completely dissipated at this moment, and there was only the aura of frost, wind and snow on the field. Qin Yi was forced to take a few steps back by this bump, Xiao Man didn't give him the slightest chance to react, he turned his wrist, The second sword came out again, straight at his chest.

Qin Yi received two blows in a row and was knocked to the ground, but Xiao Man didn't stop, and made a third strike.

"You!" Qin Yi was so oppressed by Xiao Man's aura that he could hardly breathe, and he let out a mouthful of blood immediately after.

Xiao Man avoided it, disliked the blood, looked down at Qin Yi from above, and said in a low voice, "Huh?"

Qin Yi's canthus was completely cracked, and he rolled over on the spot.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he held up the sword in his hand, separated his feet, pressed down his center of gravity, and made a rising posture, releasing the coercion of Guiyuan Shangjing again.

The stagnant atmosphere returned to the ring, and Xiao Man's expression did not change at all.

For Xiao Man, there is no difference between Guiyuan Upper Realm or Guiyuan Middle Realm. If he thinks, at this moment, even the Guiyuan Upper Realm Great Perfection can be achieved, but he deliberately controlled the speed of improvement.

But Qin Yi didn't know—the upper realm can suppress the middle realm and the initial realm, and the higher realm can suppress the lower realm. , Keeping one can be easily surpassed.

He thinks that Xiao Man's ability to do this is probably due to some magic weapon on his body, or he is trying to support him.

But the unknown fate was that Xiao Man's sword shattered him as soon as the coercion came out.Not only that, that sword hit not only his Guiyuan Upper Realm coercion, but also himself.

Xiao Man hit his shoulder with a sword.

Then Jian Hongchen lifted him up and lifted him into the air.He flashed below Qin Yi, and his sword turned into several shadows, and the sword light was dazzling.

Qu Hanxing in the stands opened his mouth wide: "How many swords did Brother Man make?"

"Not counting the one blocked by the first sword, it's Thirteen." Wei Chuyun said.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Juntian said, "It's fourteen now."

The speed of Xiao Man's sword was too fast, and at the last sound of "Fourteen", Qin Yi was thrown to the ring like a kite with a broken string.

——The atmosphere on the ring was too cold, and there was no one within a few feet away from the ring. With a bang, he fell to the bluestone floor.

With Qin Yi under the ring and Xiao Man on the ring, it was clear at a glance who would win.

"Little master uncle won!" Song Ci stood up with a bang.

Xiao Man made a total of fifteen sword strikes, the first sword was for blocking, the last sword was for victory, the middle thirteen swords, each one was returned for Qu Hanxing, even the positions were almost the same.

"I'm a little touched." Qu Hanxing finally understood the reason why Xiao Man repeated the numbers to him yesterday, his eyes were a little sore, "No, I'm super touched!"

After speaking, he jumped off the stands and rushed towards Xiao Man: "Brother Man——"

Xiao Man was completely cold, and when he got off the ring with his sword back, he was hugged by Qu Hanxing who fell from the sky, his vision suddenly went dark, before he could tear him off, he heard the man say excitedly:

"Brother Man, if you are a girl, I will definitely marry you!"

"Or if I am a girl, I must marry you!"

Qu Hanxing slid down while talking, hanging on Xiao Man's body like an octopus, rubbing his head on his shoulder, just short of snot and tears.

Xiao Man: "..."

Qu Hanxing wanted to rub against Xiao Man's body for a while, but suddenly, a sound transmission sounded in his mind, and someone said to him coldly, "Get out."

Hearing this sound, Qu Hanxing flicked off Xiao Man's body.

——The person who transmitted the sound was Yan Wushu.

Qu Hanxing stood a little further away from Xiao Man, and carefully cast a glance at the clouds, but he was relieved that he didn't feel his master's gaze.At this time Xiao Man had already walked away, so he quickly followed.

"Brother Man, you are so kind to me." Qu Hanxing was still very touched. After a while, he thought of something and became worried: "But in this way, won't you become enemies with him? I heard that Qing Yunfeng Extremely protective, maybe that group of people will hate you in the future."

"So what?" Xiao Man asked calmly.

"It seems...isn't it so? You are the junior brother in charge of the sect now, and my master will call you junior martial uncle when I see you." Qu Hanxing thought about it carefully, and found that this is indeed the case. Xiao Man has a lot of things to rely on. An identity that can be called "His Royal Highness".

Thinking of this, he glanced at the cloud again.