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Pei Lian won, all in Feng Ji's expectation.

However, Yang Feng and Lu Mingtong, two loyal audience members, still blushed excitedly and clapped vigorously to welcome them down.

It was the first time that Lu Mingtong saw Pei Lian unleashing a sword. Although he had always heard that he was extremely talented and extremely talented, it was only when he saw it with his own eyes today that he was shocked from the bottom of his heart: "The competition just now was too thrilling. I'm sweating for you all watching from below."

Yang Tong regained some strength, still lazily leaning on Pei Lian, and said with a smile: "What's the thrill, anyone with a discerning eye can see it, he is too much ahead of me."

Lu Mingtong smiled and said: "I don't know who is higher and who is lower, but just watching your swords meet, almost hitting each other every time, it's really scary."

A disciple trotted over and handed the wooden token of the winning side to Pei Lian, and Pei Lian put it in his arms, Lu Mingtong said: "In that case, Mr. Yang can rest first, and Mr. Pei will have to draw a lot later. ?”

"That's right." Yang Tong said: "I really didn't expect that among the three of us, I would be the first to withdraw from the battle." He glanced at Pei Lian: "You and Feng'er will have a competition later, first recharge your batteries... "

They chatted briefly, then took their leave and left. Lu Mingtong looked at the backs of Yang Tong and Pei Lian who were almost sticking together, and then glanced at the direction Yang Feng left wisely, shrinking his neck.

He stayed to watch the match, the few matches were mediocre, but with Feng Ji at the side, it wasn't boring.

The maid who announced the curtain held a piece of paper, carefully crossed out the latest group, and read: "The next group is Qiao Songyun vs. Lin Fan."

Lin Fan?Lu Mingtong's ears twitched. Didn't he receive his disciples in the Wulin League?

He looked up, but saw a black shadow flashing onto the stage, it was a tall man, his face was all hidden under an old bamboo hat, only a pale chin was exposed.

It turned out to be just the same name... But this person was dressed mysteriously, in a short black dress, and deliberately concealed his appearance. According to his past experience, either his appearance was too prominent, or his identity was inconvenient to reveal.

No matter what it was, Lu Mingtong's curiosity was aroused.He glanced at Feng Ji beside him, and saw that he had also put down his fan, looking thoughtful.

Qiao Songyun flexed his muscles, looking at the man standing with his hands down in front of him, he felt a little nervous for no reason.He clasped his fists at the opponent and said loudly: "On the field, the hat and mask will inevitably affect your performance. For the sake of fairness, please take off the hat to show your true colors."

The maid on the side also smiled and said: "Your Excellency, please rest assured that all knights are welcome to participate in the Famous Sword Conference, and you don't have to worry about your status here."

The man thought for a moment, raised his hand and took off the bamboo hat, put it on the plate carried by the maid, and said in a low voice: "I will get it back later, please keep it safe for me."

The maid looked at his face, her voice trembling: "...Yes."

The man turned around, only then did Lu Mingtong see his face clearly, it was an extremely pale face, but his eyes were astonishingly black.Two sword eyebrows flew into the temples, and the corners of the eyes also raised upwards.A few strands of wet hair were scattered in front of his forehead, his mouth was tightly pursed, he was so handsome and full of bewitching.

This skin is undoubtedly good-looking, Lu Mingtong took a light breath, but Feng Ji who was beside him frowned slightly.

Qiao Songyun was also taken aback, the man stood still and said softly, "Please."

Qiao Songyun said: "Where is your sword?"

The man didn't wear any weapon on his waist, he lowered his eyes and said, "My sword is broken."

Qiao Songyun was a little annoyed, but still said patiently: "Since you don't have a sword, how can you compete?"

The man looked at him strangely when he heard the words, as if he was a little puzzled: "It is because I don't have a sword that I came here." He turned his head and looked around, and said to a knight beside him: "Can you borrow a sword?" me?"

The knight glanced at him, and stammered while protecting the sword: "I, I, I...my sword is just a very ordinary sword, if you split it..."

"No." The man said: "I will not destroy your sword, I want to borrow your scabbard."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then whispered, the man handed over the scabbard suspiciously, Qiao Songyun's face turned red and white, not sure if the man in front of him was really hiding something or playing tricks.

The man made a gesture of please as if he had never done anything, and waited for the other party to attack again.

Qiao Songyun thought to himself, no matter what this person's background is, he can only bite the bullet.He pulled out the sword in his hand and attacked with a long shout.

However, in just a moment, the man who was standing in front of him had disappeared, Qiao Songyun was startled, before his body had time to react, the murderous intent came to his back, and the scabbard hit him accurately and ruthlessly on the back, Sliding over the arm along the side of the body, the long sword in the hand was knocked away.

Too fast, too fast.

Qiao Songyun didn't know how all this happened, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground in embarrassment, and with a crisp sound, he staggered two steps and rushed forward, his heart was filled with despair, he was actually defeated by one move.

The people in the audience did not expect the outcome to be announced so quickly, and they were all stunned for a moment.

The referee on the side opened his mouth, and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "In this round, Lin Fan won."

The people in the audience finally came to their senses, and there was an uproar.Lu Mingtong opened his mouth wide in a daze, this person is too powerful.

"Lin Fan" walked towards the referee amidst the roaring voices, took the winner's wooden badge, took the broken bamboo hat from the hand of the maid, patted it like a baby, and put it on again.

He thought for a while, returned the scabbard to the man, and took out a small ingot of silver from his pocket as a thank you.

Lu Mingtong watched him leave, and sincerely said to Feng Ji who was beside him: "I think...he seems to be better at showing off than you."

Feng Ji: "..."

"However, where does this person come from?" Lu Mingtong pulled him out of the crowd, and a heated discussion started behind him: "Lin Fan, I don't think I've heard of this name before. He is a rising star in martial arts? Do you have any impression? "

Feng Ji said: "It's just a pseudonym, Lin Fan was the person who received you in the martial arts league that day, and he used his name to participate in the competition."

Lu Mingtong was startled and said: "Can it still be like this? Then he came here to plot something wrong, right?"

"Lin Fan is a member of the Martial Arts League. If he dared to use his name openly, he must have tacitly agreed to it." Feng Ji said: "This man's martial arts are extremely high, and it is difficult for Pei Lian to get Devil May Cry ascend to heaven."

The competition just now was too fast, Lu Mingtong only knew that this person was superb in martial arts, but he didn't expect to be able to reach this level, so he struggled and said: "Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, he is so powerful, should we inform Young Master Pei and the others?" ?”

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Why bother you to worry about it, the news of his battle is so big, I'm afraid it will spread to every corner of the Yang family within an hour."

Sure enough, when we met again the next day, Yang Feng put on a worried face. Lu Mingtong knew that he must have heard about the mysterious knight, and comforted him: "Second Young Master, don't worry too much, isn't your elder brother also the same?" Did you say, do your best."

Yang Feng said: "I'm not worried about this. With my martial arts, I will be eliminated before I meet Big Brother Pei. It's just that Big Brother Pei..." He sighed, and said: "He was originally the person everyone had the most high hopes for. , I didn’t expect Lin Fan to appear suddenly, and all kinds of rumors have come out in the past two days, I’m worried that Big Brother Pei will lose to him.”

As a person who witnessed everything that happened with his own eyes, and with Feng Ji's approval, Lu Mingtong felt very helpless in his heart, so he could only pat him on the shoulder and said: "Everything is God's will, the outcome is natural, Second Young Master should take it easy."

Yang Feng nodded, and within two days he played again, against a strong opponent, he was unfortunately defeated, so Lu Mingtong and Yang Tong called the twelfth junior sister over, and abruptly threw the wound medicine at him, Let him relax and enjoy the feeling of being cared for.

On the other hand, Pei Lian took up the challenge calmly and walked steadily all the way to the end. When "Lin Fan" came back again, he had a new sword pinned to his waist, and fought his way out of the encirclement. The two were scheduled to fight in the final battle.

But just the night before the competition, the Yang family suddenly changed. Master Yang suddenly ordered all the disciples to gather at the Yang Family Ancestral Temple. He had something important to announce.

When Yang Tong entered the door, he found a group of the most elite guards of the Yang family standing at the door. He paused when he crossed the threshold, and when he looked back, Yang Feng and other disciples also came in a hurry, but Pei Lian was nowhere to be seen.

An ominous premonition hit his heart, Yang Tong settled down, walked into the temple, sat down in the order of his brothers and sisters, stretched out his hand to pick up a cup of tea and took a sip, his eyelids twitched.

Not long after suffering, Master Yang strode in from the door, everyone put down their things, bowed their heads and called out respectfully Master, Yang Tong also lowered his head, and glanced at an empty seat at the door Someone gently closed the door.

Master Yang raised his hand to let everyone sit down: "I think you all must be wondering why I summoned everyone again in such a short period of time."

"Before, the heirloom sword passed down from generation to generation in my Yang family disappeared for no reason. In order to find out who stole the sword, I summoned you all to wake up the conscience of the thieves hiding among you." Master Yang paused. : "The old man gave him enough time, but he didn't realize the stupidity he committed, and he never came forward to admit his fault."

"Fortunately, the old man never gave up, and has been sending people to secretly investigate this matter. Maybe the heavens have eyes, and the ancestors bless you. Just yesterday, the spies told me that the person who stole the sword finally showed up."

Yang Tong was startled, and suddenly raised his head to look at him, his pupils constricted violently.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, I have clearly confirmed that the sword is still standing in the room, where did the thief that my father talked about come from!

Sensing his gaze, Master Yang tilted his head slightly, gave a dangerous look to this side, and beckoned, "Come here, please come out with Envoy Fengyun."

The screen with the crane pattern was removed, and Lu Mingtong came out following the maid who led the way, looked at the group of disciples from the Yang family who were all over the room, lowered his eyes uncomfortably and thought to himself: Didn't it mean that the family heirloom sword has been found? , I hurriedly followed, I thought that everyone already knew about it, but now it seems that they are more at a loss than myself?

Master Yang sent someone to add a case to the side, Lu Mingtong sat cross-legged in front of the case, the disciples finally moved their eyes away from him, and looked at Master Yang anxiously.

"Bring out that sinner too."

With an order, the door opened again, and a man who was tightly bound was pushed in. He was covered in blood, bowed in pain, and two heavy shackles were tied to his feet, dragging him down. .

Carrying the candlelight behind his back, Lu Mingtong managed to see the blood-stained face clearly. Before he could exclaim in surprise, Yang Tong in front of him rushed forward like a madman, and kicked away the guard who was suppressing him: "Pei Lian!"