Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

There was also a blood dice floating above his head, and it also hit it down as promised.

With a sound of "dong", Zhang Guoguo fainted with stars in his eyes.

Yun Xiangrong who was standing on the watchtower said softly: "This time, the disciple of the Sword Sect, Li Junyan won."

Li Junyan spread out his palm, several blood dice merged into one, a red light flashed, and the blood dice returned to their original appearance, falling into the palm of his hand in the size of a palm.

When Li Junyan left the court, it happened to be Yan Wuyu's turn to enter the court.

As the saying goes, the road to enemies is narrow.

The one who competed with Yan Wuyu was Tang Xing, who had been unhappy with him many times.

Ye Changjian touched his chin, "Tang Xing is really unlucky."

Li Junyan looked at him strangely, "Can Lu Yao win?"

Ye Changjian gave him a Yan smile.

Childish, innocent.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said: "A knife that has just been sharpened is just for practicing."

At this time, Yan Wuyu was like a simple knife, showing his sharpness.

Tang Xing didn't want to salute him, but Tang Jiangli was still watching from the observation tower, so he could only salute casually, and said with disdain: "Tangmen Sword Sect, Tang Xing."

Yan Wuyu didn't return the gift, but said with a pure smile: "Tangmen Sword Sect, Yan Luyao."

Tang Xing can also be regarded as a collateral disciple of the Tang Sect, Yan Wuyu is not even considered a disciple, yet he is so rude to him.

The new enmity added to the old hatred, and he was so angry that he almost gritted his silver teeth, and he slowly drew a sword from his back.

The whole body of the sword was crimson, curved and full of blood under the sunlight.

Two small seal characters are engraved on the hilt, "Ze Snake".

Ye Changjian put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Tang Xing's sword was soaked in human blood to look like this."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue again, "It's a good sword, but it's a pity that a good sword goes with pustules."

His voice was not too loud, just enough to be heard clearly by those on and off the stage.

Tang Xing was furious, he raised his sword, only heard the sound of "swipe", blood glistened, and stabbed at Yan Wuyu's chest.

Yan Wuyu stepped on his feet, and leaped lightly to dodge, Tang Xing was unyielding, he turned his wrist, and the tip of the sword shook, a ray of sunlight hit Zeshejian, and the reflected dazzling light dazzled Yan Wuyu's eyes.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, only to be distracted for a while, only to hear a "tear" sound, the Ze Snake Sword had already cut a hole in Yan Wuyu's sleeve.

Yan Wuyu quickly stepped back a few feet, Tang Xing laughed "haha" twice, and said viciously: "Sour scholar, quickly take out your broken pen and have a look! Aren't you very good, aren't you relying on brocade?" Will that prodigal son in the city support you? Without him, you are nothing!"

His shouting voice echoed throughout the arena.

The disciples of Xinzong and Jianzong in the audience pointed and whispered.

Yan Wuyu looked at him calmly.

Ye Changjian sneered and said, "I don't know how to live or die."

He shouted loudly: "Yan Wuyu, if you don't beat this bastard to the knees and beg for mercy, you will be fined to pour Li Junyan's footwashing water at night!"

Li Junyan's feet were extremely smelly, every time he took off his shoes, Yan Wuyu would stuff two scallions under his nose to remove the smell.

Hearing this, Yan Wuyu made a bitter face, and reluctantly took out the Jinghong pen from his pocket, "I originally wanted to say that killing chickens is done with a sledgehammer."

Ye Changjian laughed loudly and said, "Just kill a howling pig!"

Yan Wuyu smiled childishly: "Okay, but this pig is so smelly, I don't want to eat him!"

As soon as the words fell, he picked up his pen, Jinghong drew a blue arc in the air, and thousands of rustling ink dots attacked Tang Xing.

It's just a little bit of ink, but it seems to have tremendous power, unstoppable!

Tang Xing raised his sword to block, and the ink hit the sword body, making a dull sound of "dang", the force from the sword body made him almost unable to hold the sword in his hand.

"Hey, stop it, here we go again!"

As soon as the word "ha" was blurted out, another blue light flashed, and with the bitter cold, the ink turned into ice blades and hit Tang Xing all over.

"Tear--"

The blade of ice cut the repair suit on his arm.

Countless ice blades continued to hit him, more and more cuts were made on his clothes, and several wounds were added to his cheeks. Blood streaked down his chin, dyed the white clothes around his neck red, and dripped on the ground.

Ye Changjian clicked his tongue twice, "Lu Yao, only one face in his whole body is useful, you have to be gentle, or you will have to rely on you if you are disabled!"

Yan Wuyu was very happy to draw, and smiled at him innocently: "He is so ugly, no one wants him when he is sold to Goulan Courtyard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xing's face was painted with ink into a funny big bastard.

"Hahaha……"

There was a roar of laughter from the audience.

Tang Xing wiped his face and touched a puddle where black and red intersect, the black is ink, the red is his blood, trembling with anger, he raised his sword and pointed to the sky, muttering, "Lei Gong borrowed the law, Thunder is coming!"

The wind howled, the clouds were dense, and the lightning flashed.

He recited the formula of the high-level thunder control technique, and what he summoned was the sky thunder. Li Junyan's face turned pale when he heard this, and he turned to look at Ye Changjian.

Ye Changjian sneered, "Overthinking one's abilities."

Tang Xing's foundation is not stable, even if he recites the formula correctly, he may not be able to summon Tianlei.

Sure enough, a bolt of lightning struck Yan Wuyu straight down.

Yan Wuyu raised his sleeve, and a piece of pure white rice paper flew out from the sleeve. Li Junyan didn't know what he wanted to do, so he asked anxiously: "When is it, does he still want to draw?"

The rice paper was suspended in mid-air, Yan Wuyu swiped his big brush, and started to draw, and everyone was surprised when the last stroke was completed.

A lightning protection umbrella floated out from the rice paper, Yan Wuyu quickly grabbed the handle of the umbrella, put the umbrella over his head, and at the same time, lightning also fell.

"boom!"

"Magnetic ~"

All the power of lightning was blocked by the lightning rod.

Yan Wuyu put the umbrella on his shoulders leisurely, tilted his head, "It's really thunderous and rainy, it seems to be itchy."

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

Ye Changjian was overjoyed, bent over with a smile, applauded intermittently, and said, "Lu Yao, with your mouth, I really give in to you!"

"Each each other!"

As Yan Wuyu said, he put away the lightning umbrella and threw it into the air. The umbrella transformed into rice paper and flew into his sleeve.

He was persistent with the Jinghong pen again, and calmly looked at Tang Xing with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Yan Wuyu spoke, and with a voice that could be heard in the arena, he said slowly: "The appetizers are over, now let's start!"

Satisfied to see Tang Xing panicked, he smiled slightly, and then his expression turned serious, "Remember, the trick to defeat you is called, splashing ink, dripping!"

The voice has not landed yet, and the ink-splashing pen has come out!

The faint blue light was shining brightly, and there was no way to stare at it. Countless amounts of ink flew towards Tang Xing, and there was nowhere to escape!

A little bit of ink fell on the ground, and the ink lotus flowers slowly bloomed. For a while, the audience was amazed.

A drop of black ink lightly landed on Tang Xing's forehead.

"Dang" sounded.

The Snake Sword in his hand fell to the ground.

There was another "boom".

Tang Xing fell backwards straight.

He fell to the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and passed out.

Silent.

Yan Wuyu persevered and stood on the stage in shock, his eyes lowered, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

Tang Jiangli said coldly: "In this match, Yanlu, a disciple of the Sword Sect, wins by far."

Ye Changjian jumped onto the martial arts arena, hooked his shoulders, and compared his face with his fingers, "Not bad. It's just that I didn't hear him begging for mercy. Why don't you wash your feet at night?"

Yan Wuyu wrinkled his handsome face, "Can you change the way of punishment?"

The two of them got off the competition stage laughing and laughing, and the disciples in the audience automatically made way for them.

Ye Changjian had a bye in the first round, and successfully entered the second round of selection with Li Junyan and Yan Wuyu.

Li Junyan lost to Tang Hanyu and was dismissed, and Yan Wuyu bullied Tang Hanyu severely, and dismissed the latter.

Yan Wuyu blocked and killed Buddha all the way, blocked and killed gods, and went straight to the finals.

Ye Changjian looked at the order of the competition on the list, he can only enter the finals by defeating Tang Hanyu.

The reason why he participated in this internal fighting competition was to find out which disciple of the Tangmen Sword Sect was capable of beheading Peony.

And when he saw the present, he found that Tang Hanyu was the most likely one.He does have real talents and learning, but the name...Hanyu Hanyu, but he has no self-cultivation at all, he just likes to bully the weak.

Ye Changjian snorted coldly.

Yan Wuyu looked at it for a while, then asked, "What is Tang Hanyu's background?"

Li Junyan said: "His mother is Tang Ruoyi's older sister. I heard that she passed away a long time ago."

Ye Changjian rubbed his chin, "No wonder Tang Ruoyi greeted Tang Hanyu coldly, tsk, if I hurt her heart, would she go to trouble Tang Jiangli?"

Yan Wuyu broke one of Tang Xing's ribs, and the latter would have to lie in bed for about a month to recover, and Tang Xing was the first to speak rudely, and he was a collateral child, so the Tang family didn't question Yan Wuyu.

The closer the date of the Immortal Demon Fighting Conference, the more worried the Elder's House, which is far away from Yunshui.

Yan Wuyu is a good embryo, even though he is controlling a ghost weapon, in their view, this is tantamount to repaying a person in his own way.

Ye Changjian slowly walked up to the martial arts arena. He looked up at the observation tower and murmured to himself, "A magic weapon has no eyes. If you really hurt him, don't blame me."

It's not that he's exaggerating, but it's that the Tongtian Yinyang Mirror is not a pure fairy weapon, it is both good and evil, just like Fan Tianyin, it is infinitely powerful and extremely vicious.

Hearing it in Tang Hanyu's ears, he thought he was mocking him again, he was so angry that his fists creaked.