I practice ruthless way

The sunlight is clear, turning and floating in the void, like bits of broken gold, but the world of mortals cannot break out the light of stars, it is as black as splashed ink, and the sword is surrounded by spiritual power and brilliance, flying out from behind Xiao Man, in an instant. Three feet away from the Biebei Building.

This is not a battle between ordinary people. The blade must touch the body to cause damage.

The sword was three feet away, and the wind of the sword had already reached the front door. Bie Beilou's neatly bundled hair was blown into a mess, and the white satin covered in front of his eyes rose and fell slightly, but it was not blown away.

Xiao Man stared at him intently.

He Jian at this moment, Bie Beilou pursed his lips, the piano he was holding vertically hit horizontally, his steps were staggered, he raised his right hand, and slammed the strings.The streamer on the piano flew out, and the sound of the piano was condensed into a tangible blade hanging in the air, confronting the black long sword with a whole body.

At this moment, the wind in the arena stopped flowing, the people separated the two sides, the sword and the piano blade met each other, everything was still, as if time had stopped.

The next moment, the wind, light and shadow on the arena came alive, Xiao Man swiped his sword and recalled Hong Chen, and at the same time stomped on the ground with his toes, caught his sword after darting out, and raised his momentum in the void, downward Cut out a sword.

boom!

The sword was full of energy, dust was everywhere on the high platform, but when he looked closely, there was no one in the dust - Bie Beilou was holding the zither, and the moment before the sword fell, he came to a distance of several feet behind Xiao Man.

Immediately after hitting with the left hand, throw the piano!

The six-stringed qin was spinning at high speed, Xiao Man turned around after darting, and went towards the qin, stepped on his toes, jumped higher with the help of force, and then fell heavily, attacking the Biebei Tower without the qin in his hand.

The power carried by this sword is extremely heavy, as if Mount Tai is pressing down on the top.

Xiao Man calculated Biebeilou's response in his mind: If he chooses to recall Changqin, he will lose the opportunity to defend himself, so he either chooses to hide, or directly fights back with spiritual power.

Thoughts turned, the sword approached the ground, and Bie Beilou stood still.

At the moment when the sword wind poured on him fiercely, the light blue sleeve robe rose against the wind, and the palms turned upwards!

—he clapped his hands.

With one palm facing one sword, he blocked Xiao Man's blatant blow from the ground.

Xiao Man withdrew his sword and retreated, Bie Beilou withdrew his palm and summoned his qin, and retreated from the spot.

Looking at it now, the ground was actually sunken.

"You don't just return to Yuanzhong Realm." After Bie Beilou stood still, he whispered to Xiao Man.

Xiao Man raised his sword flat: "You don't just return to Yuan Shangjing."

"Interesting." Bie Beilou nodded thoughtfully.

"It's okay." Xiao Man was expressionless.

After the two spoke, they moved at the same time.

The sound of the piano is passionate, and the sound of the sword is sonorous.

Xiao Man's swordsmanship is constantly changing among the swordsmanship of Gushan Mountain, and the sound of Biebeilou's piano is also changing.

The sword rises and the zither falls, the cold wind and the sound harmonize, there are flowers and leaves outside the arena, and the light and shadows on the arena are dazzling.The light of day was passing by, and the sun was shifting in the sky. After a while, the two still hadn't decided the winner.

Once again the sword and the zither were facing each other, Bie Beilou turned his eyes behind the white satin, and said to Xiao Man, "Maybe we can only draw in the end?"

Xiao Man didn't answer.

There was such a precedent in the Guangling Trial, probably more than a hundred years ago, when two people fought from the sun to the dusk, which disrupted the follow-up competition arrangement. Since then, there has been an additional rule: if half If there is still no winner within an hour, it will be recorded as a draw.

It's only a quarter of an hour now, and Xiao Man's mind doesn't move at all.

After the Qin and the sword met, Xiao Man retreated three steps away. The white clothes covered his body with the clear light of the day, his dark eyes gradually raised from bottom to top, and his eyes fell on Bie Beilou's face.

He felt Bie Beilou's gaze again.

Is this man actually not blind?

Xiao Manxin was thinking, the sword moved with his thoughts, and suddenly flew out - the place where he charged was the eyes of Bie Beilou!

Is it really blind or there is no other reason, just try it and you will know.

Biebeilou brushed across the strings, and Qingyin turned into a sharp blade again, blocking Jian Hongchen with a cold breath in mid-air.

The test was unsuccessful.

But Xiao Man was not discouraged, he raised his sword finger, and dozens of iron swords floated into the air.

With another swipe, dozens of swords turned into dozens of streams of light, like falling meteors, hitting Biebeilou!

Bie Beilou plucked the strings again, and the sound of the piano turned into a wave and slapped towards the brilliance that fell from the sky.Xiao Man raised his hand and made a "close" movement.Seeing Hongchen flying backwards, Xiao Man rushed out quickly, grabbed Hongchen's sword hilt, raised his sword, broke the wave, and thrust his sword straight into Bie Beilou's throat.

Xiao Man was completely close to Biebei Tower, the distance between the two was only an inch, their noses were almost facing each other, their dark eyes were fixed on the white satin covering each other's eyes, and there was a sword between them.

Bie Beilou only had one piano, but he had many swords, and he used those swords to distract Bie Beilou.

bang-

bang-

The iron sword cut off by the sound of the piano fell to the ground.

At the same time, a drum sounded from the arena.

Boom!

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"The winner - Gushan Xiaoman." The judge of the competition said loudly.

Xiao Man retracted his sword and stepped back, his face calm.

Bie Beilou was "looking" at him, without the unwillingness and loss of a loser on his face, and the emotion emerging between his brows should be called surprise.

He let out a "ha" laugh, flicked his sleeves, turned and walked off the ring.

"See you in the secret realm."

The two of them left quickly, and when the people in the stands burst into cheers, they disappeared without a trace.

The disciples of Medicine Valley showed regret, but it was only regret, and there was no anger or regret—the way they followed was the way of medicine, and they were not proficient in martial arts. They didn't have much expectations for the ring battle before the secret realm.

On the Gushan side, it was boiling. Qu Hanxing was so excited that he hung on Mo Juntian's body, waving his hands crazily.

Mo Juntian took several steps back, feeling very uncomfortable, but Qu Hanxing didn't realize it, and Song Ci made a move, tore him off and threw him on the ground: "Look at you, you look like an octopus!"

"You're laughing so hard, you're still talking about me?" Qu Hanxing was unconvinced.

Song Ci remembered that he had just smiled and lost his tune, blushed, cupped his hands and said: "Then let's be each other."

Below the arena, there was no sign of Biebei Tower. Xiao Man picked a secluded path, intending to go directly to Bailuzhou, but saw a person turning out from under the flowers, and smiled gently at him: "Congratulations."

"Brother Wei." Xiao Man nodded at Wei Chuyun.

Wei Chuyun approached Xiao Man, helped him pick off the small petals that fell on his shoulders, then turned around, walked side by side with him, and said: "The battle just now was very exciting, I feel ashamed."

"If you hadn't told me your experience and insights, I'm afraid I wouldn't have won." Xiao Man bowed his hands to Wei Chuyun solemnly: "Thank you, Brother Wei."

Wei Chuyun hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't thank me, don't thank me, today's big victory, my uncle will not refuse the celebration banquet, right?"

Xiao Man thought of Qu Hanxing's crazy laughter from the stands just now, and thought that in such a situation, he should not refuse any more due to emotion and reason, so he asked, "What do you eat?"

"What do you want to eat?" Wei Chuyun asked him back.

"Hot pot." Xiao Man said casually.

"Okay, I will inform Qu Hanxing and the others."

Wei Chuyun immediately arranged and informed, and set the location at a nearby hot pot restaurant with a good reputation.He took Xiao Man over there, before the rest arrived, he ordered some food first.

I ate a mandarin duck pot, which was divided into two compartments, one side was red soup and the other was clear soup. The red soup was made with butter, filled with peppercorns and peppers, and the clear soup was bone soup with a little tomato and wolfberry added.

Xiao Man was used to eating clear soup, Wei Chuyun turned his side to him, and cooked some vegetables and meat in it.

The two of them were always quiet when they got along, and they didn't talk much. When Qu Hanxing arrived, the scene immediately became lively.

"Brother Man, you must not know that someone is already composing poems for you on this street!" Before he could sit down, Qu Hanxing talked about what he had seen and heard on the road, "Wow, what's the 'Long Sword Shocked Thunder'?" "Snow Three Points", written in a hype."

"There are still some singing!" Song Ci took over the conversation, squeezed his throat, and told everyone.

She didn't sing very well, but it didn't stop Qu Hanxing from being full of excitement. He slapped his thigh and said, "It's such a happy day!"

The waiter opened the door to serve food, including meat and vegetables, and several small pots of wine.Qu Hanxing rolled his eyes and said to Xiao Man, "Brother Man, on such a happy day, shouldn't we drink a pot?"

"Little Master Uncle won the leader, we should celebrate with wine!" Song Ci immediately echoed.

The two drew their swords faster than in the arena, approached Xiao Man, and respected each other with pots.Xiao Man moved back without a trace, and suddenly Mo Juntian, who hadn't spoken much, also picked up the flagon and came over.

The wine smelled a bit bitter, Xiao Man refused: "You guys drink."

Qu Hanxing was serious: "Brother Man, today is a good day for you, how can you miss the wine?"

Xiao Man remembered that he was drunk with half a jug of wine yesterday, and continued to refuse, but Qu Hanxing and the others refused to let go.

At this time, he heard a chuckle, and a person appeared behind him, put one hand on the back of the chair, passed him with the other, took down the pot of wine that Qu Hanxing handed over, and said: "Our little uncle doesn't want to drink, why don't I replace him?" He drinks with you."

It's not just a discussion. After saying that, he raised his head, drank the wine, and returned it to Qu Hanxing.

The person with black clothes and silver hair is none other than Yan Wushu.

Seeing this, Qu Hanxing, Mo Juntian, and Song Ci quickly returned to their seats after drinking the wine in the pot.

Yan Wushu smiled, flicked his sleeves lightly, and sat down beside Xiao Man—there were five of them, and the store arranged a table for the Eight Immortals, Xiao Man and Wei Chuyun came first, and each sat on one side. Come, leave an opportunity.

The soup in the pot was just boiling, Yan Wushu held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, brought up half a bowl of soup from the clear pot, put it in front of Xiao Man, and said to everyone: "Would you mind sharing the table with me?"

"Master, your old man's visit has made this restaurant brilliant. This hot pot restaurant is honored!" Qu Hanxing fished out a few pieces of meat from the red pot, and put them into Yan Wushu's bowl with a smile on his face, "It is also ours. pleasure!"

"How did I not know you could talk like this before?" Yan Wushu said.

Qu Hanxing: "Then let me tell you more?"

He was used to making jokes, and the slightly depressing atmosphere in the private room was diluted, and the rest of the people raised their chopsticks one after another, but no one sang and recited poems, and the excitement was less after all.

Xiao Man glanced down at the soup in front of him, then turned his head to look at Yan Wushu.It's not easy for him to drive people away in front of so many people.This person probably comes because of him, and when he leaves, this person should follow.

Thinking of this, Xiao Man stood up.

"Brother Man?" Qu Hanxing didn't know why.

The rest of the people also raised their heads, while Yan Wushu was sitting on the stool, serving soup for himself slowly.

Xiao Man noticed that Yan Wushu had no intention of leaving, and his calculation seemed to be wrong, but it didn't matter, he stretched out his hand, regardless of whether Yan Wushu was still holding the spoon, and dragged him outside.

There were people in twos and threes on the street. The cat was sleeping peacefully under the steps, covering its face with its paws. The sun was gradually sinking in the sky, and the shadows falling on the ground were long and oblique.

This is a picture of a leisurely evening street scene. Yan Wushu looks out of place with a spoon in one hand and a soup bowl in the other.

He raised his eyelids: "Little Phoenix?"

Xiao Man's face was paralyzed: "You affect their mood when eating."

"So you won't feed me?" Yan Wushu snorted and said.

"You have fasted, so you don't need to eat." Xiao Man's tone was cold.

Yan Wushu asked back: "Why didn't they start bigu?"

Xiao Man's expression was still indifferent, Yan Wushu's shoulders slumped, then he looked back at the hot pot shop, lifted the things in his hand, and asked, "I'll return the bowl and spoon to him, the head office?"

Elegant room.

After Yan Wushu was dragged away by Xiao Man, Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief, fished out several pieces of meat from the pot, dipped them in the sauce and ate them, sighed contentedly, and asked Qu Hanxing, "Why is your master always chasing after you?" Little master uncle won't let go?"

"Probably it's...the courtship period." Qu Hanxing was eating fish, and his words were a little vague.

Song Ci didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Qu Hanxing swallowed the fish meat, took a sip of wine, pointed to the blooming peach blossoms outside the window, and said, "Look, it's spring now, the season for courtship is here."

"Huh?" Song Ci wrinkled his nose, suddenly enlightened, with a shocked expression on his face: "No way!"

"Really, there's nothing wrong. My master only wants to let Brother Man go back to Xueyi Peak, so that he can change from my little master uncle to my master wife." Qu Hanxing put another piece of fish into the bowl, in a kind of way. Said in an emotional tone.

"That, that, that, that... Where is the little uncle? What is the reaction of the little uncle?" Song Ci jumped up in shock, "Did the little uncle promise anything?"

The person who answered was Mo Juntian, and he made a judgment based on his own observation: "I feel that Xiao Man doesn't care much about Peak Master Yan, and often ignores him."

"Really?" Song Ci kept turning his head, his eyes moving back and forth between Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian.

Qu Hanxing said earnestly, "Yes, my master still has a long way to go."

"He was just sneaked out by the little master uncle without saying a word, what will he do to the little master uncle?" Song Ci thought for a moment and became worried.

"My master must be secretly happy that they can be alone together now." Qu Hanxing disagreed.

"Do you want to eat something more?" Wei Chuyun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

The other three shook their heads and said no.

Wei Chuyun stood up and said, "I'll go to pay the bill."

"Thank you Brother Wei for the treat!" Qu Hanxing smiled and cupped his hands.

The door of the private room opened and closed, cutting off the chatter and laughter. Wei Chuyun stood on the corridor, the calm on his face could not be maintained, and the anger in his eyes was almost solidified.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened his eyes again, his face was expressionless. He walked to the platform downstairs, but was told——

"My lord, someone settled the bill at your table just now."