Do not accept to fight!

The universe is bright and clear, on a high platform.

Ling Xiaofei had already stood to one side, but his back was slightly bent, his complexion was slightly gray, and he was in an extremely bad mood.

Why did things develop like this?

He just wanted to test out Bai Moyu's background, but in the end he had no choice but to step on the high platform of this martial arts competition under the booing of everyone and the "affirmation and encouragement" of Ling Zhentian.

Even Bai Muxuan has nothing to fear after the Ghost Gu Art is completed, but with so many eyes looking at it now, he has no choice but to hide his real skills.

It's so frustrating!

For the time being, no one in the martial arts dared to refute the face of the martial arts leader in front of so many people.

It is definitely a great honor for Thunderbolt Sect to be favored by the leader of the martial arts and invited to compete together!

Everyone couldn't help slandering, could it be that this Ling Xiaofei has been hiding something for a long time, and it's not as bad as the rumors in the world... Otherwise, how could President Bai be so opposed.

He didn't even hesitate to compete with the leader of the beggar gang!

Immediately, everyone looked at Ling Xiaofei differently.

Even Ling Zhentian, the master of Thunderbolt Sect, was baptized by everyone's enthusiastic eyes.

Qu Xiran was stunned for a moment, not expecting the next development at all.

He glanced at the eye-catching figure on the high platform.

With vigorous steps and a slender figure, his indifferent face has dark and compelling eyes, and his whole person carries a cold and murderous aura.

Is he going to be serious?

Qu Xiran's heart was quite complicated, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly, but his eyes were still clear, and even 50000 points and Ah Xiang who were around him didn't see any difference in him.

In fact, at the moment when the situation changed drastically just now, the strange feeling in his heart did make him reverse some of his thoughts.

The sparring started so quickly that people couldn't take their eyes off at all.

Ling Xiaofei was holding a bone fan, while Bai Muxuan was unarmed.

The bone fan is not light and light, the white jade is pure, the texture is good, and the lethality is strong enough. It is as sharp as any sharp weapon. Once it is used flexibly and properly, it will definitely make it difficult for the opponent to parry.

It can be used for close attack and long range attack.

However, on the opposite side is Bai Muxuan, the current leader of the martial arts, a myth in the martial arts.

His fist, soft.

His palm is light.

It completely subverts everyone's perception of martial arts moves in the past. Just one stroke can make you vomit three liters of blood and crack your bones.

Ling Xiaofei didn't even see clearly when the other party approached him, and before he could even release his fan, the seemingly light palm had already sent him flying several feet away.

With his eighth level of ghost and Gu formula skills, he uncontrollably spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood soaked the corner of the high platform, and a cloud of white smoke came out, burning the wood on the platform with a buzzing sound, and soon a small hole was burned.

The winner and loser are decided in an instant, really...

"It's so fast—" someone in the audience exclaimed.

But this result is also reasonable.

Qu Xiran called out in a low voice, "Ah Xiang."

"Yes." Ah Xiang understood, got up quickly, and while everyone was still immersed in Bai Muxuan's mysterious palm just now, he approached the high platform unknowingly and observed carefully.

After returning to the original place, he took a mouthful of the anti-drug pill first, moved close to Qu Xiran's ear and half-covered his lips with his hand: "Master, there is poison in the blood...it is..."

"What is it?" Qu Xiran raised his eyebrows.

Ah Xiang pondered for a while, and said in a very low voice, "Gu poison, but I can't tell what kind of Gu it is."

Thunderbolt Gate is another Gu victim

again……

Qu Xiran lowered his gaze and asked: "Could it be that Ling Xiaofei was also bewitched?" Or rather.

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao looking over curiously, Ah Xiang smiled gently, and continued to whisper to the leader of the clan with his usual face: "Not necessarily, even hardwood can burn holes, and it doesn't look abnormal to people, it must be for other reasons."

other reasons.

Oh, interesting.

The blood is highly poisonous, but people are normal.

If it wasn't someone else's Gu, then it was his own Gu.

And this person's background is also very unusual, the son of one of the founders of Thunderbolt Sect, is not born to be a martial arts material...

For Qu Xiran, it is now a relatively important discovery.

Thanks for that...

His gaze moved forward, meeting those dark and familiar eyes.

The corners of their lips slightly raised at the same time, and then they looked away as if they had nothing to do with each other.

"Boss, do you need to investigate?"

"It's too late." Even for the beggar gang, it is not easy to convey accurate information to Qianmeng Mountain in a short period of time.

Tomorrow is the last day of the martial arts conference, and the most urgent thing is to prepare for the call.

The other party is afraid that they can't wait.

Coincidentally, if time dragged on for a long time, it would be detrimental to 50000 points.

"Brother Ling, is there anyone who needs to learn from?"

As soon as Ling Xiaoxiao heard this, he reflexively fixed his eyes on his own father, shook his head and said: "It used to be, but now... it doesn't."

Qu Xiran reassured: "There will be some in the future."

Ling Xiaoxiao tapped his chin lightly with the paper fan, "I hope."

Qu Xiran lowered his eyes and said no more.

The discussion on the stage was still going on, everyone watched with relish, no matter whether it was exciting or not, this martial arts conference was worthwhile.

Qu Xiran discovered that the characters of the Ling family were very contradictory.

Including Ling Xiaoxiao who was arrogant and confident when they first met, but now only remains low-key and convinced.

The so-called reversal of fate means not letting Ling Xiaoxiao's reputation be discredited in the martial arts conference.

What kind of reputation will affect the development of a big sect?Or even make it no longer able to gain a foothold in the arena?

He must have done something outrageous, and it must have nothing to do with the current martial arts competition.

**

At sunset, the martial idiots went back to their respective houses, looking for their masters.

It's really once a year, and I will never stop until I am addicted to it.

"It turns out that it's not just the big sister who is a weirdo..." Lingnan touched his sweat, originally he had a crush on a little Taoist nun of the Emei sect, but the girl directly knocked the burly man from the Black Humen off the platform as soon as she made a move.

The strength is not inferior to the elder sister at all.

Elixir patted him on the shoulder understandingly, "Brother, accept the reality."

"Hey, I accepted it a long time ago." Ah Xiang followed suit with a sigh.

The eyes of the three of them focused on Qu Xiran's back at the same time, burning like fire.

The elixir scratched his head, "What kind of girl do you think the leader would like?"

Ah Xiang said: "It's not Lingyue's character after all."

Lingnan seriously analyzed and said: "It's not necessarily true. I see that the gang leader has a good impression of Wang Gengmei from the Emei Sect." Wang Gengmei and Lingyue have similar personalities.

"No way... Wouldn't the fat water flow to outsiders' fields?"

This is not bad!When they go back, they will be torn apart by the girls in the gang!

"What?" Qu Xiran turned his head, his indifferent gaze swept over the three of them.

"No, it's nothing, boss, let's go eat!" The three of them immediately changed the subject.

In the west wing, Ling Xiaofei slammed the door slammed, smashed the round chair with his palm out of anger, "Damn—"

Even with [-]% power, he couldn't resist that light palm.

This Bai Muxuan!

"Master!" Sha Manya stepped forward to hold his hand, worry flashed across his coquettish and handsome face, "Bai Muxuan is really deceiving people! Do you want to find a chance to get rid of him!"

In his opinion, all people in the Central Plains have the same virtue, and they are all black in their bones.

"Hmph." Ling Xiaofei restrained his anger, sat down casually, his eyes flickered with sternness, "Don't scare the snake, first open the knife from the Thunderbolt Gate."

After the beggar gang and the dark sect are dealt with, the next one is the Martial Arts League!

One by one, settle accounts slowly!

After dinner, the hard night came.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is a good time to commit crimes. After a whole day of competition, most people feel a little tired, and their condition is slightly worse than in the past.

Many people go back to the house and lie down after eating.

But Qu Xiran brought Ling Xiaoxiao to the door of Bai Muxuan's room.

"Dong dong dong."

Soon, the door opened with a "squeak", "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Bai Muxuan was wearing a black undershirt, and his long hair was scattered casually. His eyes swept across Ling Xiaoxiao who was tangled up, and finally fell on Qu Xiran.

He has changed out of his plain Tsing Yi and returned to the standard appearance of the beggar gang.

However, the deep and lively eyes were still beautiful and attractive, and they locked his sight firmly without any effort.

"I have something to do." Qu Xiran saluted him very seriously, "President Bai, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Bai Muxuan understood, and waved his hand sideways, "Please."

50000 points is also a good boy with good manners, he cupped his hands respectfully and said, "I'm really sorry, President Bai."

Bai Muxuan didn't care, "It's okay."

The three entered the room and sat down separately.

Different from the guest room, the leader's room is a very bright suite with a large round table in the outer room, and it is not a problem for seven or eight people to sit around it.

There are famous products hanging everywhere, Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes are straightened when he sees them.

However, he did not forget the business.

Qu Xiran smiled faintly, and said: "The junior and Ling Shaoxia have admired President Bai for a long time."

Ling Xiaoxiao returned to his senses and nodded, "Exactly."

Bai Muxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, is that all?

Qu Xiran returned him a slight smile, otherwise?

You still have to do a full set of acting, "Of course, the younger generation also admires Master Xuankong of Shaolin Temple, the leader Zhang of the Dark Sect, and the head of the Yuemen King..."

Ling Xiaoxiao, "..."

Bai Muxuan, "..."

Qu Xiran mentioned five names in a row, all of whom are important figures in today's martial arts.

At the end, I did not forget to point out the important point: "I wonder if the younger generation will have the opportunity to discuss the future of martial arts with a few of you?"

Bai Muxuan was silent for a moment, and asked, "Let's discuss together?"

Qu Xiran nodded shyly, as if very embarrassed.

Bai Muxuan pondered for a while, then nodded heavily, "Yes."

Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and he took a sip of the strong tea brewed by the martial arts leader himself, but he still didn't speak after all, and lowered his head to play with the paper fan in his hand.

He has no other advantages in this person, that is, he keeps his word.

Now that you have decided to believe in Lord Bai, you must believe in it to the end.

At the same time, Ling Zhentian, who was preparing to take a rest, was wrapped in a sack at the residence of Thunderbolt Gate, and disappeared together with the second direct disciple who lived in the next room.

In the darkness, a figure quickly got into the bed that should belong to Ling Zhentian, it was Ah Xiang who was holding the anti-drug pill in his mouth.

In the next room, Lingnan is also ready.

The stand-in battle is initially completed.

Then it's not something they can participate in.

At the same time, Qu Xiran, Ling Xiaoxiao, Bai Muxuan, and Master Xuankong of Shaolin Temple who were forcibly dragged here in the middle of the night in the outer room of the exclusive room for the leader of the martial arts sect, Youji, the master of the Yuemen sect, Wang Chongshan, Tianying, etc. Xuan Lingye, the master of the castle, and Tang Ao, the master of the Tang sect, sat around the table together, drinking tea... chatting about life.

Zhang Youji was wearing a light gray long gown, and his brows were slightly tired after being picked up by everyone three times during the day.

His eyes fell on Qu Xiran, and he kept sizing up this man who was called the North and South Heroes with him all the time, and said, "According to Chief Bai, what is the future of martial arts?"

Qu Xiran, who was drinking tea leisurely, paused, and immediately said: "Cough, Bai is ashamed."

"Where there is hope, there is a future." Wang Chongshan continued carelessly: "Hope is the fresh blood of martial arts, such as Ling Shaoxia from Thunderbolt Gate, it looks very good."

No matter what, he was much better than the one who lost with one move during the day.

Seeing that the topic was brought to him, Ling Xiaoxiao showed a wry smile, "Thank you for your ridiculous praise, senior, but it's a pity that Ling is too young."

"Gua Wazi, don't be so unconfident!" Tang Ao, the head of the Tang Sect, patted him on the back hard, and comforted him: "You are still young, and your bones are good. The road ahead is long, so what are you afraid of!"

"Haha, what Sect Master Tang and Sect Master Wang said is very true." Xuan Lingye said with a hearty smile, "When I was your age, I was still climbing trees to dig out bird's nests in the woods outside the castle!"

This is a typical representative of a late bloomer, Qu Xiran has seen a thing or two in "Jianghu Miscellaneous Notes".

Xuan Lingye is strong in martial arts and good at business, but after a few years of hard work, the little-known Tianying Castle has already occupied a place in the martial arts world, and he can be regarded as a strange person.

Although he has business acumen, he is a pleasant person, and he often makes friends all over the world, and he is very popular in the martial arts world.

The topic of the future of martial arts is really not very interesting.

The biggest event in martial arts today is the massacre of the Shadow Gate, in which none of the 170 or eight members survived.

So the topic is biased, and I somehow got here.

Xuankong closed his eyes, "Amitabha."

"Hey, it happened so suddenly. The day before, I was drinking and fighting with Xuan Ying...then the next day, he disappeared." Tang Ao raised his neck in grief and drank all his tea.

Wang Chongshan also looked angry, "I don't know which bastards did it! Xuanying is such a good person."

"If I find out..." Tang Ao clenched his fists tightly, "They will be smashed to pieces!"

Qu Xiran said: "President Bai, this junior has a question."

Bai Muxuan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, raised his head, "But ask those people from the Western Regions?"

"Exactly." Qu Xiran nodded generously, "I don't know why the leader sent a hero post to the Holy Cult of the Western Regions."

Bai Muxuan didn't say it directly, but asked him instead: "How does Chief Bai feel?"

The corner of Qu Xiran's mouth twitched, this person really said, "Trying?"

Bai Muxuan admitted, "Not bad."

One or two who couldn't keep up with Dao'er asked in a daze, "What are they doing to test them?"

Xuan Lingye smiled and said: "Oh, of course it is to test why they want to mix with our Central Plains martial arts."

This past year, the Holy Sect in the Western Regions has been very active. Why did a sect that had stayed in its hometown and mainly spread special beliefs suddenly change its way and always send people to the Central Plains?

Several people had a heated discussion on this matter.

Then two hours passed quickly.

Everyone was really sleepy this time, but the martial arts leader didn't say anything, so they were embarrassed to mention it first.

After another half an hour, Wang Zhongshan's heart was blunt, and he couldn't help but be the first to say: "Hey, why don't we do this today, and we will wait another day..."

Qu Xiran quickly interrupted him: "Come on, Master Wang, try this pot of freshly brewed tea! We hope to continue talking after the martial arts just now!"

"..." Still chatting.