Puzzled

A young man standing on a jade tree facing the wind stood on the stage, holding a short stick in his hand, and a unicorn was engraved on the silver stick.

"The Kylin Cult's left protector Chongxiao represents the Qilin Cult's competition."

Su Yanhui quickly fanned the fan in his hand, looked at Chong Xiao and exclaimed: "Qilin teaches Zuo Guardian! What a young and beautiful boy!"

"Then, Yanhui, you go." Pei Yimo was naturally dissatisfied when he heard him praising other men, he glanced at Hua Xiyu who was concentrating on watching the movement on the stage, and said to Su Yanhui.

"What?! My injury is not healed yet. Don't go."

"Gong girl go." Pei Yimo said it because he was dissatisfied with Su Yanhui's speech, and he was unwilling to let Su Yanhui have troubles in his heart.

I didn't hear about the South Hui.

"Obey, Master." Gong Zhixing was about to lift his knife and fly into the arena, but was snatched away by someone.

"Jiang Daiqing, the right protector of the Xianlai faction, challenges the Qilin sect on behalf of the Xianlai faction."

Jiang Daiqing held a sword and wore a turquoise martial arts uniform that could be worn regardless of gender, and jumped to the side of Chong Xiao.

Even wearing the most inconspicuous martial arts uniform, Jiang Daiqing is still a handsome young man.

Seeing that it was him who went up, Su Yanhui had mixed feelings in his heart. If this guy was his old lover... Oh, dear mother, I dare not think about it anymore.

Gong Zhixing had no choice but to sit down again.

In an instant, the sword came out of its sheath, and there was a crisp sound. The weapons of the two had already collided. Since the strength of the two sides was similar, they maintained this posture and remained in a stalemate.

Suddenly, Chong Xiao retracted the stick and knelt down on one knee, and hit Jiang Daiqing's ankle with the short stick.Jiang Daiqing also reacted quickly enough, and suddenly jumped up with her feet off the ground, and her legs were placed in a straight line in the air.

Landing on the ground, turning around, a sharp sword hit Chong Xiao's throat.Chong Xiao did not show weakness, stood up and raised his arms, and then caught Jiang Daiqing's sword with a stick.

Suddenly, Chong Xiao let out an angry roar, and threw Jiang Daiqing's sword away, and the subsequent moves became faster and more chaotic, like... an unstoppable stinging rain.

"The second form of "Seven Forms of Cold Rain"!" Zuo Xiaonan said.

The corner of Hua Xiyu's mouth was slightly smiling.

Jiang Daiqing had a hard time picking it up at first, but he is Jiang Suixun's son after all. In addition to learning the Xianlai School sword technique, he also learned his father's whip technique. Seeing the opponent change his routine, he responded flexibly.

The sword danced fiercely in his hand, and after receiving Chong Xiao's stick, the sword suddenly changed direction, and with a backhand swing, Chong Xiao's stick was almost thrown to the ground by him.

"What kind of sword technique is that?" Gong Zhixing looked at Jiang Daiqing puzzled, and Jiang Daiqing seemed to smile.

"That's not swordsmanship... You forgot, his father is Jiang Suixun?" Ling Wudao.

Zuo Xiaonan frowned: "He combined the whip technique with the sword technique, this guy is really clever."

Ling Wu nodded: "I don't think he usually practices swords like this, it must be a way to deal with Chong Xiao's "Seven Styles of Cold Rain" that he came up with in a hurry."

Su Yanhui looked nervous, and the fan in his hand became tighter and tighter.

Chong Xiao saw that the opponent was not easy to deal with, so he used the fourth form of "Seven Forms of Cold Rain".

"He has actually practiced the fourth form!" Ling Bingji looked at this unknown boy, surprised.

"It's not good." On the side of the Xianlai faction, He Yi also frowned, hoping that Jiang Daiqing would not be hurt by "Seven Styles of Cold Rain".

The upper hand that Jiang Daiqing had just gained is gone now.Facing Chong Xiao's fast and fierce moves, Jiang Daiqing evaded and dodged, and could hardly find any flaws.

Hua Xiyu smiled with satisfaction.

"Chong Xiao is not a woman after all, this "Seven Styles of Cold Rain" is not as good as Hua Xiyu." Pei Yimo said.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, Pei Yimo didn't even roll his eyes, he was still watching the movement on the stage, and said: "Yanhui, you mentioned to me that Hua Xiyu's eyes are blue."

"Yes. So what?"

"Have you ever heard that "Seven Forms of Cold Rain" is more effective when it's raining?"

"I know that."

"That's right, "Seven Styles of Cold Rain" is originally a flower play and rain. According to common sense, it should be more suitable for women to practice. It needs to be in rainy days to exert better effects, which shows that this martial art is an extremely yin method for absorbing yin energy. The blue eyes of Hua Xiyu must be caused by too much cold air. Women belong to Yin, so men cannot achieve the best results."

Su Yanhui nodded when he heard the words, half understanding, just hoping that the old hag Hua Xiyu would die quickly, no matter what "Seven Styles of Cold Rain" or "Seven Styles of Cold Rain", as long as he could avenge himself.

But—who was the person who was whipped by Hua Xiyu for himself that day?

There was a muffled sound from the stage, Jiang Daiqing and his sword fell to the ground at the same time, Chong Xiao was also panting from exhaustion, but he had already put away the stick.

Jiang Daiqing struggled to get up from the ground and picked up the sword. He tried his best to resist to ensure that he didn't have too many injuries.

Jiang Daiqing clasped her fists and bowed her head and said, "Jiang Daiqing admits defeat." Then she walked off the ring and sat in her seat, and someone immediately bandaged him.

No one dared to challenge Chong Xiao on the stage. Chong Xiao looked at Hua Xiyu in the audience, and Hua Xiyu gave him a gesture to come down.

So Chong Xiao also cupped his fists at the audience: "Chong Xiao rests first." After speaking, he jumped off the ring, went to his seat and sat down, Chun Yi healed him expressionlessly.

"Hey, I said Chunyi Youfu, why do you look like you have nothing to do with yourself? You always have an expressionless face, really, I'm hurt!" Chong Xiao muttered with.

Chun Yi replied, "Even if you die, it's none of my business."

Chong Xiaofei was about to explode.

Pei Yimo gave Gong Zhixing a wink, and the latter understood, and jumped onto the ring. The clear girly voice was very penetrating, and said: "Luomei taught the four Dharma protectors, Gong Zhixing, and heroes from all walks of life are invited to come and challenge."

Gong Zhixing was wearing a bright yellow dress, not linen, but silk, which made her look like a lively girl.

"Bai Die, the third disciple of Penglai Villa, challenges the Luomei Sect."

The person who came was a young man who looked to be the same age as Gong Zhixing. He was full of vigor, holding a folded leather whip in his hand. He was dressed in plain white and was a bit taller than Gong Zhixing.

"Bai Die? White Die? Haha, a man named him such a feminine name, my aunt beat you with a knife today to surrender!" Gong Zhixing made a face at Bai Die as he spoke.

Bai Die was also a little annoyed, she dropped the long leather whip in her hand, leaving only the handle in her hand.

Su Yanhui thought, Baidie is better than Gu Xueran.

After hearing Gong Zhixing's provocation, Ling Bingji sighed and shook her head: "This palace girl has not improved, I don't know how many times I have told her not to annoy the opponent easily."

Pei Yimo smiled: "Gong girl can win, you have to have some confidence in Gong girl."

"Take it, little butterfly!" Gong Zhixing drew out the big knife, relying on the smallness and flexibility of her daughter, shuttled back and forth in the shadow of the whip, dodging all the opponent's attacks, and the knife followed its owner like the wind Circling, bringing up a gust of wind.

Was Bai Die annoyed after all, she was called a sissy by a little girl, even though the other party was the four protectors taught by Luomei, she just felt very shameless!

With a quick blow from the whip, Gong Zhixing's knife was entangled. Gong Zhixing looked at Baidie angrily, but he couldn't pull out the knife no matter how hard he tried.

Bai Die raised her eyebrows and said, "How about it, little girl, admit defeat?"

"Don't think about it!"

Gong Zhixing simply pulled hard, but Baidie didn't react, the whip in his hand was torn off, Gong Zhixing also threw down the big knife wrapped in the whip and rushed over with bare hands, Baidie had to catch it with bare hands in a panic.

"Little girl! You're crazy!" Bai Die said in horror as she watched Gong Zhixing make random moves angrily.It's not that I feel pity for her and wish her to go down, but that this girl is too strong and I can't stand it!

Su Yanhui smiled wryly: "Gong girl is a tigress, whoever marries her will be unlucky."

It was too late, but soon, Gong Zhixing hit a tree that was not particularly thick but not too thin, and the trunk of the tree fell down alive.

Everyone watched this scene in horror, Gong Zhixing cut a tree in half with one punch!