Proud of the rivers and lakes

After a meal, everyone planned to go to Gaoji Mountain.

After saying hello, Shen Bishui and others left first.

Leng Qixuan led the horse away, leaving Fu Jinghong and Bai Lianhua standing at the entrance of the inn.

Looking at the back of Shen Bishui and others leaving, Fu Jinghong suppressed the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and looked down at his hands... He has recovered about [-] to [-]% of his internal strength. Although it is far from before, it is still more than enough to deal with ordinary people of.

It's just that the uneasiness in his heart didn't decrease but increased.

Fu Jinghong turned his face to look at Bai Lianhua who was on the side.

After the Martial Arts League in the previous life, he and Bai Lianhua Leng Qixuan returned to Duanxiu Valley. After that, he fell off the rebirth cliff under Bai Lianhua's sword.

The Martial Arts League in this life was postponed for some reason and was chosen to be held today, and today... seems to be the day when he fell off the cliff in his previous life.

Is this the source of his uneasiness?

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Seeing that Fu Jinghong's expression was not looking very good, Bai Lianhua frowned and asked delicately.

"...It's okay." Fu Jinghong lowered his head, hiding the expression on his face.

Bai Lianhua frowned and was about to step forward to pull Fu Jinghong's sleeve, but Leng Qixuan led the horse over.

"Brother, you can go." Leng Qixuan said expressionlessly.

"...Let's go." Fu Jinghong ignored Bai Lianhua, jumped on his horse, and left in the dust.

Bai Lianhua's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and it took a long while before he slowly put it down.

Leng Qixuan glanced at him expressionlessly, then got on his horse and followed Fu Jinghong away.

Bai Lianhua's eyes were dark, and after a long while, he jumped on the horse's back, pulled the rein vigorously, and chased after the two people in front.

When the three of Fu Jinghong reached the top of Gaoji Mountain, there were already many martial arts practitioners gathered.

A contest platform about ten feet wide and one foot higher was arranged on the open and straight space. Behind the contest head was a rugged and ferocious rock, and behind the rock was an abyss. Those rocks became a natural barrier in front of the cliff.

With the sky as the witness and the earth as the seat, this martial arts alliance is quite grand.

Under the martial arts arena sat thousands of people from martial arts, and they were divided into several factions. The one sitting closest to the martial arts arena was Xiaoyaomen, the number one sect in Jianghu that Fu Jinghong had seen before.Most of Xiaoyaomen's disciples are young disciples in white clothes, and the most outstanding among them is Ren Jiangliu, the eldest disciple of Xiaoyaomen.

The young man in white was elegant and elegant, and he was an image of an elegant and noble son. It was no wonder that several female heroes frequently gave him a sneak peek.

And he is also widely rumored to be the best candidate for the leader of the martial arts.

Fu Jinghong glanced at the crowd for a while and then didn't want to look again. He just found a place in a corner with a relatively small number of people and stood up. These unknown juniors are naturally not as good as the eight immortals sitting in the front row. chair treatment.

Wen Ruyu, Shen Bishui, Taozhihua and the others also sat closer to the front. After all, they belonged to famous schools, and Hua Qingliu, who is the world's number one genius doctor, who would dare to disrespect him?Naturally, he also sits very close to the front.

Fu Jinghong smiled inexplicably, and prepared to wait for a good show.

After a while, the hour came.

A burly man in black clothes jumped onto the competition platform about one foot high in a few jumps, and he picked up two drumsticks and beat the big drum in the middle of the competition platform, and the sound of the drum suddenly shook the sky It was obvious that he was beating the drum with internal force.Immediately, some people with mediocre internal strength couldn't bear the paleness in the audience, and several of them even vomited blood.

After a total of twelve knocks, the big man dropped the mallet and shouted: "The martial arts league has officially begun!"

This sound still poured into the majestic internal force, and suddenly several people in the audience couldn't stand up anymore.

The big man sneered when he saw the softened people, jumped off the stage, and signaled the contestants to come on stage.

The scene was silent for a moment, but soon became lively again, and many people were eager to try.

Soon, a man in gray jumped onto the stage.

This gray-clothed man looks very ordinary, holding an ordinary sword in his hand, he glanced at everyone in the audience, and said: "I am going to Qinglong Gang Jiangyou, is there any master who is willing to compete with me on stage?"

Everyone in the audience was eager to try, and then a man in a yellow shirt jumped onto the stage. He waved the knife in his hand and said, "Bai Humen Lu Ren!"

Then the two stopped talking and started hand in hand.

Fu Jinghong looked at it for a while, and then remembered the story books he had read before. Generally, the real masters always come out at the finale, and the ones who can't stand it at first are usually the mediocre ones.

He couldn't help but look at Wen Ruyu who was sitting under the stage. Wen Ruyu was still sitting upright, with a gentle smile on his face, without any emotion in his eyes, just watching the two fight on the stage.

And the ones sitting closer to the competition stage are naturally the people from Xiaoyaomen. Although they sit very close, their eyes do not fall on the two people on the competition stage at all. They seem to be completely indifferent to the people on the stage. Ren Jiangliu, who was in the middle of them, looked at the two people competing on the competition stage with disdain in his eyes.

Sitting next to Ren Jiangliu were a few female disciples of Xiaoyaomen. They were all wearing Xiaoyaomen's uniforms.They also showed disdain for the people on the stage, and they talked to Ren Jiangliu in a low voice. Although Ren Jiangliu looked at the competition stage, his mind was obviously not on it at all, and he just had a relationship with those female disciples. Talking and laughing, the female disciples were so funny that their branches trembled with laughter.

The two on the competition stage quickly decided the winner, the man in the yellow shirt was knocked off the stage by the man in the gray shirt, and he stepped off the stage dejectedly.

The man in gray glanced triumphantly at the audience, and said, "Is there any master who is willing to compete with me on stage?"

Before he could say anything, a burly man jumped onto the stage wielding a pair of axes, and shouted: "I, Flying Tiger King Tiger, will meet you!"

This burly man was obviously the same man that Fu Jinghong had seen in the inn a few days ago.

The gray-clothed man looked at the double axes of the burly man, swung the sword in his hand, preemptively struck the burly man's throat with his sword.

Naturally, in the martial arts competition, there is no need to stop, but if you accidentally hurt someone, there is nothing wrong with it.

The valiant man snorted coldly and raised his double axe. He swung the ax down and severed the sword held by the man in gray. Then he suddenly moved forward, forcing the man in gray back more than a dozen steps.

The gray-clothed man's face was pale, he picked up the broken sword on the stage and stepped off the stage in desperation.

Standing on the stage, the valiant burly man waved his two axes, signaling the challenger to come on stage.

There was a lot of noise in the audience, and a big man with his upper body naked jumped onto the stage, laughed loudly and said, "I'm a rattan rat!"

The two quickly exchanged hands.

The female disciples of Xiaoyaomen under the martial arts competition stage looked at the naked-chested man, and immediately turned their faces away with disgust on their faces.

Ren Jiangliu, who was beside them, comforted them with a look of concern on his face.

Seeing that the two had gone through dozens of tricks, Fu Jinghong still had no intention of deciding the winner, so he turned his face and asked Leng Qixuan next to him in a low voice: "How is it? Do you intend to go on stage?"

Leng Qixuan glanced at Fu Jinghong, and said in a low voice with no expression on his face: "No."

"Why?" Fu Jinghong smiled and said, "You don't want to see the number one beauty in martial arts?"

"Do not want to."

Fu Jinghong paused, and said, "... Forget it."

The two people on the stage went through dozens of tricks, and finally the big man with a shirtless upper body was defeated, cupped his hands, and stepped off the stage.

Later, a few more people came to the stage, but they were defeated one after another.

I saw another person was kicked off the stage, and the burly man stood on the stage wielding a double axe, raised his head and said, "Is there anyone else coming to meet me?"

After a while, seeing that no one came to the stage, the big man couldn't help feeling a little complacent, and said triumphantly: "There is no one? Then I will be the leader of the martial arts..."

Before the words finished, a pleasant male voice said: "Xiaoyaomen Ren Jiangliu, please enlighten me."

At the same time, a man in white stood up from the Eight Immortals chair, soared into the air, and landed lightly.

The man in white clothes fluttered up in the wind, his handsome face always had a gentle smile, like a nobleman, the moment he landed, the white clothes fluttered up, instantly setting him off like a god people.

A few screams erupted from the audience, and the targets were obviously all women.

And the female disciples of Xiaoyaomen who were sitting in front of the competition stage also looked at the man in white with admiration, but when they heard the screams coming from around them, they looked disdainful.

The white-clothed man was naturally very satisfied with the audience's reaction. He smiled slightly and said in a loud voice: "I am the great disciple of the Xiaoyaomen, Ren Jiangliu, please enlighten me today, and we will click on it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the burly man interrupted impatiently: "The martial arts competition is the martial arts competition, what are you talking about so much nonsense! Draw your sword!"

Ren Jiangliu's expression froze, but he still smiled and said: "Since this brother said so, then Ren..."

The brave man had already raised his double axes and rushed over.

All the female disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect in the audience suddenly said indignantly: "You despicable villain! You will sneak up on me before you finish speaking!"

Ren Jiangliu hastily pulled out the sword in his hand.

Fu Jinghong was a little surprised to see Ren Jiangliu on the stage. Don't the general masters come out at the end?

The sword in Ren Jiangliu's hand is naturally a good sword. As soon as he draws the sword, it makes people feel cold and the sword is awe-inspiring.

Seeing the brave man rushing over, Ren Jiangliu smiled slightly, raised his hand to hold a sword flower, and blocked the big man's two axes with his backhand.

Seeing that one move failed, the big man raised two axes and struck at Ren Jiangliu.

Apparently it was the big man's full blow, and the two big axes struck Ren Jiangliu's head like lightning and thunder.

Suddenly there was a gasping sound from the audience, but the expressions of the female disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect remained unchanged, obviously they had great confidence in Ren Jiangliu.

Sure enough, Ren Jiangliu dodged and stepped back a dozen steps.

The ax fell with lightning and thunder, and sparks flew all over the competition platform, and two large pits were sunk in the competition platform paved with rocks.

When one move failed, the burly man was quite annoyed, he pulled out his double axes vigorously, and ran towards Ren Jiangliu again.

Holding the sword in his hand, Ren Jiangliu resolved the moves of the tyrannical man one by one, and his movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Not long after, the burly man was flushed with exhaustion and out of breath, while Ren Jiangliu was still looking neat and tidy, without even a wrinkle in his white clothes.

The big man finally became angry, and struck Ren Jiangliu again.

After Ren Jiangliu dodged again, he raised his sword and stabbed the big man's hands holding the double axes.When he went down with two swords, the big man's tiger's mouth was instantly shattered, and the two axes came out of his hands and flew down towards the competition platform.

The people under the martial arts stage scattered in all directions, and the axes sank deeply into the ground.

The big man stepped down from the stage with a slumped face.

Standing on the stage, Ren Jiangliu put his sword behind his back, smiled slightly and said, "Please enlighten me."

There was awe in the audience, and no one dared to respond.

After a long time, Ren Jiangliu smiled and said, "Is there anyone here to teach Ren? If not..."

At this time, a voice that seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow slowly sounded.

"I……"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then saw a woman in red slowly coming up to the stage.

Wearing a red dress, the woman is as gorgeous as a peach, burning like a flower, and her whole body is as charming as nature.