Biography of Xi Shan

The training ground of the Murong family covers an extremely large area and is extremely luxuriously built.When many sects arrived at Murong Lianhe's mansion one after another, they already had a vague understanding of Murong Lianhe's financial resources, but now they are even more surprised.

The Murong family is best at forging weapons. Every year, many people from all corners of the world come to seek swords.But those who are interested will naturally understand that the real peerless weapons are definitely not so easy to obtain, and the Murong clan can occupy an important position in the world, not just because of a few weapons.

Before the martial arts conference was convened, Murong Lianhe held a rookie martial arts contest, obviously to test the strength of each sect.

Several important sects in the arena sneered at this. These sects have a long history of hundreds of years. Could it be that they are supported by a few young juniors?

However, this game is a good opportunity for several newly emerging sects in the arena to show their faces.

All in all, the sects have different praises and criticisms for this, some are reluctant to deal with it, and some are eager to try.

But no matter what attitude the major sect masters have towards this, all of their disciples are very active, trying to flex their muscles.

There are about [-] or [-] disciples participating in this competition. After drawing lots, they will play in pairs.

Two youths leaped onto the stage, and one of them clasped his fists and said, "I'm sending Zhou Wentong to Qingshan!"

Jing Ji Dingqing took a look, isn't it the Zhou Wentong he knew?I saw that he was dressed in black clothes today, with a serious face, and he looked very stable.

Another blue-clothed boy nodded slightly, "I'm going to Wenfeng Lou, Zhao Ran."

After an introduction, the two started to move their hands. Since they were the first group of contestants, their movements were very restrained, as if they were usually practicing moves, and they were both gentlemen.

Jing Ji took a few more glances at Zhou Wentong, smiled and said to Liu Muyan, "Master, I know that person, he and his younger brother are my new friends this time."

Liu Muyan nodded and said with a smile, "You have made some friends."

Jing Ji smiled embarrassedly, and subconsciously looked at the place where Chen Daozhen was sitting.

Chen Daozhen casually took a few sips while holding the teacup, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jing Ji.

The two looked at each other and smiled, before turning their heads to look at the ring.

That Zhao Ran's martial arts is obviously not good, and Zhou Wentong's few moves were barely resolved. However, Zhou Wentong seemed to be concerned about Zhao Ran's face, and if he didn't want to come up, he made a ruthless attack, so he restrained his momentum, and the two of you came I went to play Tai Chi.

However, it was too late and then it was too fast, Zhao Ran's sword was like a rainbow suddenly, his figure became extremely fast in an instant, and he stabbed at Zhou Wentong's vitals.With Zhou Wentong's skills, these moves obviously wouldn't kill him, but it was difficult to dodge.

I saw that Zhou Wentong also suddenly sped up his figure, and used a set of Xiaoyao Sword, the unique skill of the Qingshan School, and the sword was majestic.Zhao Ran could see where his next move was going, but he just couldn't stand it.

Zhao Ran watched Zhou Wentong's palm strike helplessly, but he couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only accept it forcefully.

Zhou Wentong's shot was not heavy, Zhao Ran covered his chest and said with a smile: "I'm willing to bow down."

"Concession." Zhou Wentong smiled slightly, with a rather magnanimous appearance.

The disciples of Qingshan School applauded for a while.

The next few games were played without pain or itching, and it wasn't until Sun Lifeng played that everyone cheered up.

Zhou Ce had always disdained Sun Lifeng and his ilk the most, but he was a disciple of the Xishan School, so he took it very seriously at this moment.

Sun Lifeng stepped onto the ring with his head held high, looking like a young hero.A middle-aged man with trembling steps came up from the other end. The man had a round belly and held a flagon in his hand, with a slightly drunken expression.

"I'm the drunkard head of the Wuji sect." The drunkard hiccupped, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Jing Ji's eyes widened, isn't this the great monk with candied haws?Hearing that he had declared the title of Wuji Sect at this time, he was immediately very angry.

This drunkard clearly knew Senior Brother Chen!

Jing Ji looked at Chen Daozhen, and saw him smiling flatteringly at him.Jing Ji hummed twice, and turned away angrily.

Sun Lifeng on the other end said: "You are not young, so you can be called a young rookie?"

The drunkard head laughed loudly: "I am a disciple of Chen Daozhen of the Wuji sect, so I can be counted as the suzerain's grandson, so I can naturally be considered a junior. Of course, I can't compare with the disciples of the Xishan sect, only a few years older."

Everyone laughed, and some joked about drunkards who were shameless, and naturally some watched Sun Lifeng's jokes.

Jing Ji put his face close to Liu Muyan's ear, and asked in a low voice, "What's the origin of this drunkard? Is he a monk?"

Liu Muyan said: "He used to be a bodyguard of the bodyguard bureau, a wild way. When he was young, he was a rascal. Back then, your Senior Brother Chen was only ten years old. You were a well-known martial arts genius in the world. After the drunkard was defeated by him, he was a fool." Wanting to be his apprentice, Chen Daozhen has been pestered for several years, but he really accepted him."

Jing Ji has a flat mouth, his brother Chen is cold-tempered, but there are times like this.

The drunkard took a sip of wine, suddenly looked in Liu Muyan's direction, and said with a smile: "If the kid surnamed Sun doesn't want to fight with me, how about senior Liu come up and compete with me?"

Liu Muyan stood up and said with a smile, "Feng'er doesn't need to be self-effacing, even if you ask Senior Jiu to teach you, it's normal to lose."

The drunkard laughed loudly: "You can't say that, I'm of the same generation as him, don't teach people to think that I bullied him, let's do something with the child surnamed Sun."

Sun Lifeng was displeased, he thought he was doomed before the contest started, he said coldly: "It's just a smelly monk, he dares to shout."

His voice was not loud, but several members of the Xishan School could hear him clearly, so frivolousness was really not the style of the Xishan School.

The corner of Liu Muyan's mouth twitched, but he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Sun Lifeng drew his sword and stood up, the sword aura was overwhelming.

However, with only one cup of tea, the winners and losers on the field have already begun to show.Although the drunkard's head was fat, his figure was nimble, like a big slippery loach, slippery, he swam past Sun Lifeng's waist, lifted him up and threw him out.

Sun Lifeng leaped back to stabilize his figure, but the drunkard's head entangled him again, circled around Sun Lifeng, and hit Sun Lifeng's wrist with the flagon.The sword in Sun Lifeng's hand fell in response, and the winner was instantly decided.

After the whole fight, it was like a drunkard playing with him.Although the drunkard is quite old, even if he wins, it would be disgraceful, but if he wins, he wins. The drunkard can't go back 20 years and wait for you, Sun Lifeng, to grow up.

Sun Lifeng's face was livid, and he said respectfully: "Senior, I have taught you."

Liu Muyan took a high look at him, this Sun Lifeng was a little clever, the alcoholic made it clear that they were of the same generation, and Sun Lifeng immediately clarified the seniority of the two with a word from his senior, so naturally he would not be ashamed if he lost.

The drunkard was lying on the edge of the ring, with half of his body leaning out, everyone saw him smiling at a young man in a black tunic: "Look, master, I won."

"Shame, don't get out yet." Chen Daozhen blamed lightly, but he didn't seem really angry.

As soon as the drunkard got his head down, a loud and high-pitched voice called Lu Zhen's name.

Opposing him on the stage was another disciple of the Qingshan Sect. As soon as he took the stage, many brothers and sisters began to applaud.

The man looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Jing Ji.

Jing Ji smiled and said, "Master, this is my friend Xiao Wu."

"My name is Zhou Wutong, hehe." Zhou Wutong looked young and kind.

Lu Zhen nodded: "Lu Zhen is sent to Xiaxi Mountain."

Zhou Wutong nodded vigorously, and said seriously: "Then I will make a move!"

Lu Zhen couldn't help but smile.

Zhou Wutong's moves are not weak, even every move is very decisive.Zhou Wutong and Zhou Wentong's martial arts methods are exactly the opposite. Zhou Wentong uses defense as offense, and softness to overcome strength.And Zhou Wutong just looks weak and shy, but his sword energy is like a rainbow, and his moves are fierce.

Lu Zhen was not eager to win. Zhou Wutong was indeed extremely talented, but his weaknesses were also easily exposed.To deal with such people, it is most effective to use softness to overcome rigidity.

Lin Zixiao couldn't understand other people's tricks, but he knew Lu Zhen's strength. Seeing Lu Zhen's slow victory, he was extremely puzzled, so he asked, "Why hasn't the big brother won? I don't think Zhou Wutong is very good."

Jing Ji also shook his head in doubt.

Zhou Ce said: "It seems that senior brother intends to teach him some tricks."

The two intertwined several more moves, Zhou Wutong did not attack after dodging a move, but took two steps back.Zhou Wutong lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat from his head, and smiled a little shyly: "I lost, thank senior brother Lu for pointing me out."

There was no trace of sweat on Lu Zhen's face, she just smiled and said: "You are humble."

Zhou Wutong walked off the stage with a smile, and was immediately surrounded by a group of people, and comforted voices sounded one after another, "It's okay, come back next time!" "Young brother is not sad, you are still the most powerful in our hearts."

Zhou Wutong was pulled and pulled by a group of people, and a bunch of palms on his head were rubbed back and forth.

There was also a burst of cheers from the Xishan faction, each of the senior brothers wished to round and flatten Lu Zhen, and Liu Muyan gave him a few glances before he became obediently quiet.

After several competitions, a young man in a red suit leaped onto the stage and raised his chin proudly: "My name is Hongsang, who is competing with me, come up quickly."

There was an uproar, and everyone began to whisper, saying that they had never seen this person before.

Hong Sang heard the commotion and said with a sneer, "I have no sect or sect, so why can't I compete in martial arts without sect? Is Lao Shizi's threshold limited to sect?"

Murong Lianhe stood up in a timely manner and said: "Since the young man is interested in participating, we will naturally welcome you." Murong Lianhe stroked his long beard and looked at the boy carefully.

Hong Sang laughed: "Since that's the case, those who won the first round will go up together. Don't blame me for bullying your low martial arts."

Everyone was taken aback and laughed at him for being overwhelmed.

Zhou Wentong was the first to jump onto the stage, clasped his fists and saluted: "Please enlighten me."

Everyone stared at the two people on the stage intently.

Hong Sang said with a smile: "Okay, since you are the first to play, I will give you some pointers, and I will clean up the turtles in the back later."

Jing Ji took a deep breath and said, "He looks young, but his tone is not small. Senior brother, please don't be impulsive, he is acting aggressively."

Lu Zhen was about to rub his head, when Liu Muyan pinched his cheek and said with a smile, "You know a lot, and you know how to be aggressive."

"Oh, oh, Master, it hurts so much."

This end is making noise, and the other end has already started fighting.

The number of moves of Hongsang is very strange. Nowadays, only the Wuji Sect and Xishan School focus on both internal and external training. Most of the sects practice external skills more than internal skills.

Hongsang makes fierce moves, but stops short.

Liu Muyan smiled, this Hongsang was indeed extraordinary in martial arts, and he did what he said, and he really taught Zhou Wentong.

After thirty strokes, Zhou Wentong basically got acquainted with Hongsang's martial arts methods, but when he was about to attack, Hongsang suddenly raised his offensive, causing him to retreat steadily.

After Hongsang launched the offensive, with only three moves, the long sword was already placed on Zhou Wentong's shoulder.

Hongsang raised her eyebrows and withdrew her sword.

Zhou Wentong cupped his fists and said, "Thank you."

Zhou Wutong on the other end widened his eyes unconvinced, and wanted to rush to the stage angrily.Zhou Wentong gave him a dissatisfied look, and said, "It's just a discussion."

"Hmph, what's the big deal, I'll go and clean him up."

Zhou Wentong pursed his lips, picked up Zhou Wutong's small body, and walked directly towards the sect's place, letting the child yell.

Hong Sang sneered: "Who else wants to come up?"

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and several teenagers who stood out in the first round came to the stage one after another. Hongsang was not polite, he came to clean up one by one, knocked people off the stage within ten moves, and showed no mercy, including Lu Zhen. He was beaten back step by step.

Liu Muyan watched it interestingly, and praised frequently: "What a powerful martial art. The swordsmanship is superb. The enemy has surpassed the Qingshan School's Cangsong Sword and Xiaoyao Sword, and it is not inferior to my Xishan School's Chasing Moon Sword."

After Hong Sang knocked one person off the stage, he said: "Who else? You come up." He said and looked in the direction of the drunkard head.

The drunk head waved his hands desperately while drinking: "Don't argue with the young man, I admit defeat and admit defeat."

Hong Sang sneered, glanced at him contemptuously, then glanced around, suddenly pointed at Jing Ji and said, "Are you coming up?"