[Rebirth] Madam, stop pretending

Zhu Yurong's level is naturally not comparable to Su Yu's.

The three sticks are divided and united, combined and divided, an afterimage, as if drawing all directions into it, there is reality in the emptiness, the stick arrives, but it is like a dragonfly on the water, one stroke turns again, and the direction is changed, and the second stroke is I made ten percent of my skill.

Zhu Yurong is sure to win, but she doesn't want to win too quickly.

He pressed on every step of the way, beckoned to be merciful, and ordered to stop, but even deliberately left some leeway for Su Yu, so that Su Yu had the power to fight back with all his strength.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is clearly not a martial arts competition, it is simply a trick.

Shuibomen used to be named after Nanjianmen, Wu Family, and Qiqin Pavilion, but they have not participated in the martial arts conference many times, and their behavior has become more and more casual. They actually came here this time. All three felt a little strange.Zhu Yurong seemed to have some friendship with Su Yu on the stage, Manrou couldn't help but turned to look at Wu Daoming, but Wu Daoming also frowned, with a puzzled expression on his face.

The two of them spent almost three sticks of incense on the stage. Zhu Yurong saw that Su Yu's breath was starting to become unsteady, and his internal strength was about to run out, so he finally stopped, took a step back, and said with a smile, "Accept."

Su Yu also smiled and saluted, "Thank you."

"Hey, you're welcome." Zhu Yurong raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Just when can I have a show with your lover?"

"..." Su Yu followed his gaze, and the other party was clearly referring to Ling Mohan.

"..." Su Yu thought for a while, "See if he wants to make a move."

As he said this, he put his sword back into its sheath and wanted to step down.Under the stage, a cold light suddenly flew from a distance, dazzling and dazzling, and it was hitting the blade that was still exposed outside.

Hearing a sharp sound, the metal collided, Su Yu felt his wrist go numb, the flying object was so powerful that Su Yu took two steps back in shock.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, a white shadow leaped up from the audience, and flashed onto the stage in an instant, heading straight for Su Yu.

This man moved so fast that even Zhu Yurong who was on the stage didn't react at all. His hands were like claws, and he grabbed Su Yu's face.

Su Yu felt a gust of cold wind blowing against his face.

He knew it was definitely not a good thing, but he had no time to hide, so he had to raise his hand to block.

But someone is faster than him.

When the white shadow sprang out, Yin Cong felt a gust of cold wind around him, and when he looked again, Ling Mohan was no longer by his side, and his speed was not a bit faster than the man in white, but he was not a bit slower than him, and he was on the stage at the same time as him. The left hand stretched out the palm to block, and the right hand pushed Su Yu to the side.

The two wrists touched, and there should have been no sound, but suddenly there was a gust of wind centered on the two of them, and it dispersed violently to the outside. Su Yu was directly pushed off the stage by the gust of wind, but Zhu Yurong was still going Stand by the stage.

On the high tower on the east side, Wu Daoming flew down, picked up Su Yu, and jumped ten steps back.

Ling Mohan and the white-clothed people lost their vigor outwardly, and their internal forces fought together. The nearest few rows of people in the audience couldn't stand it anymore, their faces turned pale and they were on the verge of collapsing.

Yin Cong was dumbfounded.

"...Who is that person..." Manrou frowned tightly, the inner strength of Ling Mohan and the man in white, one cold and sharp and the other cold, were extremely domineering.She looked at the slanted crowd below, and knew that the two could not be compared like no one else, with her toes pointing a little on the fence of the high tower, she was in mid-air, her silk sleeves were flung out, her posture was as graceful as a fairy descending to earth, and the aura contained in it The strength is also not to be ignored.

It's just that as soon as her sleeves poked into Li Feng's center, Man Rou was startled.

It really is a strong force!

She exerted force on her wrists, and the water sleeves touched the joint wrists of the two, wrapped them around the wrists of the two respectively, and moved her skillfully to the side.

"Let go?" The man in white looked at Ling Mohan, with a faint smile, "Shall I count one, two, three?"

Ling Mohan didn't speak, his expression was extremely cold, but he heard the other party counting without any pressure, "One—two—"

He kept his word, as soon as the three words were spoken, his inner strength was withdrawn.

It's just that this withdrawal was only for a moment, and the next moment, the internal force that originally retreated suddenly hit his head and face with the force of a mighty river.

If Ling Mohan also withdrew his internal energy just now, it would be bad luck.

However, at the moment when the opponent's internal force retreated, he took a step forward, turned his body slightly, and took the opportunity to buckle his hand towards the opponent's neck.

"...Oops!" The man in white yelled, Ling Mohan stood beside him, his claws caught the air, but Ling Mohan grabbed his own neck.

The gale stopped suddenly.

It's just that although he yelled, the expression on his face was calm and calm, as if he wasn't the one who was in danger at all.

Seeing this situation, Manrou shouted in a deep voice, "On the stage of the martial arts competition! Do not kill!"

She looked bad.

Ling Luo was still wrapped around the wrists of the two of them, but the restraining force was very little, and it didn't have any effect.

Ling Mohan glanced at her.

His eyes were cold, Manrou's heart sank, thinking that he was about to make a move, but Ling Mohan still withdrew his arm.

The man in white raised his eyebrows.

Ling Mo said coldly, "I owe you once, and I will pay you back."

"Heh..." the man in white laughed, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "If you miss this time, there will be no second time. The leader has made up his mind?"

Ling Mohan responded, as if he didn't take what he said seriously, and with a flash of figure, he had already arrived at Su Yu's side in an instant.

"Are you okay?" He turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Su Yu shook his head immediately.

Wu Daoming frowned slightly, and asked, "...Who is that?"

Ling Mohan didn't speak, and the man in white was still looking at him. After a while, he turned to Su Yu and said with a smile, "A good sword should be held in the right hands. Next time, don't let me see it in your hand." Take this sword again."

"..." Su Yu was silent for a moment, fully agreeing in his heart that what this person said was right.He suddenly thought, is this the person who just attacked him? ...Look at the way he looks at the leader... Could it be that the leader is a fan of the leader? !

No, he and the leader knew each other before?

He wandered off here, but Ling Mohan said coldly, "I don't care who I want to give it to."

The white-clothed man smiled thoughtfully, and said, "Don't forget, you still haven't returned something to me."

Ling Mohan's eyes were flat, and he raised his eyebrows, "What is it?"

The man in white glanced at him, shook his head, did not answer, but said, "You and I have another match in the next few days." As he spoke, he glanced around and said with a smile, "Wait until I take it down." This is the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance."

As soon as these words were said, everyone below gasped.

"What a big tone!" someone shouted from below, "I really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

The man in white looked sharp, and said coldly, "Who said that?"

Even though he asked this question, he locked his eyes on the other person as soon as he turned his eyes. He stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers, but there was a sound, and the big man who was speaking yelled, covering his forehead, and blood was already seeping from between his fingers.

Everyone around him was startled.

The man in white sneered, and said lightly, "Let's save your life for now."

Man Rou watched his gaze change again and again, and felt that this man was narrow-minded and would seek revenge, so she couldn't help frowning, "Dare to ask, what sect and sect do you come from?"

The man in white looked at him, then smiled, "Seven Gods, Xiao Ruochen."

Manrou frowned again.

The Seven Gods Sect is considered a top-notch sect, but she has never heard of such a person from its sect.

However, due to the rules of the martial arts conference, since he is indeed a disciple of the Baidao League, he has a reason to challenge the heads of the various sects to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

She took one last look at Xiao Ruochen, and finally reminded, "In the martial arts conference, it is forbidden to hurt people's lives."

After all, he flew up to the tall tower in the east.

Xiao Ruochen smiled slightly, and turned his gaze to Zhu Yurong who was still standing by the martial arts stage, "I want to challenge the masters, can you give way first?"

Although Zhu Yurong knew that his strength was not as good as the opponent's, but he had always been arrogant. When was someone say that, when Wu Daoming was at the inn, but there was some irony in his tone, Zhu Yurong fought with him. How could it be possible to endure it.

Zhu Yurong also raised her eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "I'm still standing on the edge of the martial arts arena. How can a martial artist be defeated if he doesn't fight?"

Xiao Ruochen glanced at him again, and said thoughtfully, "That's right."

He nodded, without saying much, leaned over and drew his knife.

Zhu Yurong only felt his breath stagnate.

The sword has not yet been released, but the overlord's spirit has arrived.

This is far from the realm that Fang Qingmen Mucheng could achieve when he fought with Su Yu earlier.

This time, Zhu Yurong took out the bottom-of-the-box trick, nothing wins or loses, and fighting against the masters is what he pursues—only in this way can he go further.

"The leader knows him?" Su Yu turned to ask Ling Mohan.

Ling Mohan looked cold and said, "I did take something from him."

Su Yu blinked, feeling that there was something in Ling Mohan's words.

"I told you that I took something from the Sacred Flame Sect..."

Su Yu snorted, and quickly lowered his voice, "Is he a member of the Holy Flame Sect?"

Wu Daoming was standing aside at this moment, Ling Mohan spoke in a low voice, but did not avoid him.When Wu Daoming heard this, his eyebrows twitched and his heart sank.

Holy Flame Sect.

He looked solemnly, looked at the stage, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid this martial arts conference will be difficult."

Ling Mohan responded.

"... I heard that the Sacred Flame Sect is in the Western Regions, and none of the members of the Sacred Flame Sect look like people from the Central Plains..."

"It's easy to understand." A voice suddenly broke in, and Su Yu looked to the side, and it was the leader of the Huaihai Clan, Qing Wushui, who was the left protector Huaishui.

He obviously heard the conversation of several people just now.

Wu Daoming looked at him, saw that Qing Wushui showed no doubt or surprise on his face, he was slightly surprised, Qing Wushui just wanted to explain, but he heard Ling Mo coldly said, "Huishui, I will teach Zuo Hufa. "

"..."

"..."

Wu Daoming smiled wryly, "The leader is really trustworthy."

Ling Mohan didn't speak, but Su Yu thought about it, and felt that telling his brother that he and Ling Mohan had a showdown was a bit too disruptive to the tense atmosphere, so he didn't say anything.

The Huai Shui Monster yelled, "Master! You've already united with the Wu family?!"

Wu Daoming shook his head, "What I represent is more about an individual than the Wu family."

Huaishui looked at him, and then smiled, "That's right! If it really represents the Wu family, I would be absolutely horrified!"

The skill of how many people speak can be seen on the stage.

Zhu Yurong didn't notice for a while, Xiao Ruochen slashed her left shoulder with a knife, the knife's momentum remained undiminished, and a bloody mouth was drawn from left to right, and Xiao Ruochen's palm had already hit Zhu Yurong, sending Zhu Yurong flying.