My claws must be on it

Song Buxi led the other disciples and walked forward with the maid, getting closer and closer to the main battle stage, and the crowds became more and more crowded.

In the past, Song Buxi didn't like to show her face in front of people. When she was a chivalrous woman, she even created a personality for herself, which was probably indifferent but chivalrous and warm-hearted.She has a good reputation, and people walking on the street will praise her as a goddess when they mention her. It is true that people in that generation were sought after.

And she is very careful never to show her face, as long as she goes to such a large place, she will greet her with a veil and a veil hat, just look at it if you want, anyway, she will only leave you with a tall and tall back.

Fortunately, she is a fake cold beauty knight, who knows how to maintain her personality, occasionally showing a close-up of her slender hands, accidentally being seen by a few people with sharp and ecstasy eyes, protecting her image of a goddess, so that she will not be inseparable The exposure made people have the opportunity to guess that "Liuyun Xia is extremely ugly" or something.

The image in the world is directly related to her interests.

But it is impossible to say that no one will recognize her when she often walks by the river without getting her shoes wet.It is also impossible to say that she has never offended anyone.

She was immature when she was young, and there was always someone in the world who wanted to kill her.

For example, Wang Xian of Youming Pavilion is the one who hates her deeply.

To say the cause of the matter is really a misunderstanding.

Wang Xian is the cousin of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is probably regarded as a "related person". Wang Xian's son Wang Mingjie, who is the same as the second generation ancestor, was chopped off by Song Buxi with one hand.

The son of the master of the Youming Pavilion had his hand chopped off, how could he not remember this kind of hatred!

But where did it start?In a word—he asked for it.It's not to help Song Buxi to speak, the reason is that Wang Xian grandly launched his precious son in a certain martial arts conference, all kinds of pride and bragging, my son's young hero's martial arts are world-class in his weak crown!Wizards of the world!Wang Mingjie is really immodest and said yes!I am invincible all over the world!

Then it was Song Busi's turn to challenge him.

10 minutes later……

The wizard of the world is missing an arm.

I really can't blame others. Back then, Song Buxi could barely be considered a second-rate skill, and he couldn't see the truth of others. You said that his martial arts are world-class... Then of course I will do my best to deal with it.

She didn't know that this was the relative of the martial arts leader's relationship to show off his son, and those who knew the way would put water on it to save face.Young Song Buxi...the homework has not yet arrived.

After a while to understand.It doesn't matter if you don't understand it.Brother master is gone.

What else can I do?She only recognized it by pinching her nose.To maintain my arrogant appearance, I, Song Buxi, look down on such phony tricks!

Then Wang Xian was really offended.

It's okay to say that you just disappeared from the world like this, and it's really unpleasant to see you in front of your eyes.

That's right, all the Jianghu gangs had arrived one by one, and a pair of dark eyes had already fixed on her.

"Song Buxi...this bitch is still alive!?" Wang Xian sat on the Nether Pavilion and stared at her viciously: "Mingjie's revenge... I should forget it anyway!"

"Pavilion Master, that woman is on the site of Yaowang Tower." A square-faced man stepped forward, "How do we touch her?"

"I don't care where she went to." Wang Xian said bitterly: "Yaowanglou's personal biography has not arrived, but she has become a peripheral disciple, and she is still a person who has lost her martial arts. Now I crush her to death like crushing a bug. !"

The square-faced man nodded approvingly: "I'm going to find the person who divides the match, let me fight her, and I will definitely get back everything I deserve for the pavilion master!"

Wang Xian sneered twice: "Well, let's go."

The meeting had already started for a while, Song Buxi sat on the chair and drank tea to watch a few battles, occasionally looking around to see if Duan Ziyun had returned.

Almost all the headed family members of the various sects have arrived, and there are still one or two absent. Song Buxi wondered if they thought of a way to make things difficult for Wang Lou during the public discussion?After all, there are indeed very few ways for them to vent their anger.

Thinking this way, I didn't expect that she would be named suddenly.

"The next match, Zeng Yiren in Youming Pavilion will fight... Medicine King Lou Lier."

The announcer looked at Wang Xian who was sitting in front of him, Wang Xian nodded at him gloomily, then stared at Song Buxi again.

Song Buxi raised her head in a daze, and immediately knew that she must have been exposed when she heard the name of Youming Pavilion. She turned her head to look in Wang Xian's direction, and found that the other party was also looking at her.

Damn it!How did he recognize himself? !

Of course Wang Xian recognized her.It's not just the face that can recognize a person.Body shape, martial arts, temperament, aura, and behavior are all unique to a person.Even if Song Buxi lives in secluded places...he can't rely on Wang Xianku and his deep hatred.If you hate someone, there is always a way to remember him.

The square-faced man had already entered the stage. He stood aside imposingly, looking at Song Buxi provocatively.Everyone's focus also gathered on her.

Song Buxi had no choice but to take a deep breath and stood up to salute: "Everyone, is there any misunderstanding? Li'er is just accompanying the landlord, not a disciple of Yaowang Building, and has no intention of participating in the competition."

"Misunderstanding?" Wang Xian sneered: "What's the misunderstanding? Over the years, the owner of Yaowang Building has brought his disciples to fight. Are you still an unrelated person? Besides, I send everyone to practice martial arts. Even the old man who sweeps the floor outside the house is one of them Members, is there any reason not to fight?"

Another disciple of Youming Pavilion also chimed in: "Looking at the girl's standing and walking, she is definitely not a person without internal strength. If she is strong enough to fight, how can she refuse? The rules are set every year, if you say a few words, it will be broken, right?"

The crowd began to stir.

The leader of the martial arts alliance sat on the high platform, watching the chaos in the field, but he didn't intend to control it.Although the relationship is not very close, but cousins ​​are still a little closer than others in face.That green-robed woman...is exactly like Song Buxi.Since Wang Xian mentioned it, how could he give some face.Besides, it is impossible for Yaowanglou's non-my race to be under his jurisdiction, and it is indeed a thorn in the leader's heart.If he could hit him today, it would be considered a lesson for them.

Yaowang Building is indeed not of my race, and all sects want to knock on it. No matter what happens, there will not be many people here to help.

Then someone said: "That's right! The girl is not someone who has never practiced martial arts. Why do you shrink back and refuse to come up? You are a person from Yaowanglou, and you have such a style!"

"Yes, yes, not playing and losing are not the same thing! You don't even have the courage to sit with us!"

There are even more vulgar words such as: "This little girl, see if she is about to cry! Huh? Hahaha! I think you should go home and hide in your parents' arms!"

"Okay, come up!"

"From Yaowang Building! Come up!"

A few sects observed quietly, but the bored people began to boo, and the noise gradually became louder.

"Come up!"

"Come up!"

"Come up!"

"Come up!"—

Several outer disciples who followed Song Buxi panicked, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

There was no way, Song Busi bowed her head and walked forward, and the people next to her made way for her.At this critical moment, she was still as straight as a pine, with steady steps.She stood firmly by the steps, scanned the quiet crowd, silently looked at the items on the weapon rack, reached out to pick up a short knife, and tried to swing it.

She doesn't even have a weapon of her own?Could it be that they are ordinary people?The spectators thought to themselves.

Seeing "Lier", a white-clothed "boy" dressed as a man in the audience immediately lost his composure, and immediately stood up to rush up: "Lili, my God, that's Lili! How could she go up to the martial arts competition?" ! She will die!"

"Yidan!" The handsome and extraordinary man sitting next to her grabbed her and whispered: "Don't be impulsive."

Xia Yidan stared blankly at the man, then at Song Buxi, and finally sat down anxiously.

Song Buxi stepped up the steps and stood up, holding a short knife and making a standard gesture of starting, looking at the square-faced man.

The square-faced man grinned grinningly, and rushed over with his sword hilt clenched tightly.

The square-faced man's moves are not difficult. With Song Buxi's previous state, she can even judge his next move, trend, strength, and blocking method. Everything is clear in her chest.

But so what?There is no internal strength, and the body can no longer keep up with the mind.

Song Buxi struggled to retreat and block, but he was still scratched in several places in embarrassment, and his hair was a little messy.

The square-faced man saw that he had put her in such a mess with only a little effort, and he felt a sense of pride in his heart.See how many tricks you can do in my hands now?I really think about the way you used to look at people like trash, but now you can't even compare to a "scum" like me!What kind of romantic chivalrous girl has bad luck, and she's just farting!

He suddenly became crazy, laughed and slowed down, using his own secret moves to attack Song Buxi like a cat teasing a mouse.

Soul hooker?

Song Buxi saw this move with his sharp eyes, ignored his fist and held the dagger fiercely to meet him to the left, as if sending himself to the door.

But she knew that this was the correct way to resolve the Soul Hooker, and if he couldn't stop it, the only way to survive was to meet him.

The moment the two fists collided, Song Buxi's left shoulder was punched backwards, and he fell heavily on the sidelines.She suppressed a sob and gritted her teeth to prop up her body again.

The white-bearded old man outside the field let out a small "huh" and opened his eyes to look inside.

"Master, have you opened your eyes?" A little girl in red beside him wondered.Did she know that the master never watched the previous games.She asked Master why the eyes were closed all the time, but she got the reply "I'm not interested in watching children fight".

"Master, you can sleep for a while, it's still those scumbags!" said the girl in red.

"Hmph, the girl has no eyesight." Lao Dao laughed a little, stroked his beard and looked at the venue: "That girl is not bad."

"Huh? Has she been played like that?"

"Hehe, take a closer look at her solution."

The girl in red stared at it suspiciously for a while, then suddenly said "ah": "Her resolutions are all right!"

"See it?" The old Taoist smiled: "This girl has no internal strength at all, she looks like an ordinary person, but she can still do so many tricks in this man's hands, it can't be said that she is impenetrable."

"Oh my god! Really! She used this trick really well!" The girl in red stared at the arena carefully: "If she has a quarter of that man's strength, she must win!"

The little girl in red was bluffing, and all the people around heard it, and they all paid attention, and the surroundings of the arena were full of admiration.

The square-faced man got a little angry while playing, and after taking a few moves, Song Buxi narrowly dodged it. He also heard some people scolding him for being incompetent in the discussion outside the venue, so he became furious for a while.

He mobilized his inner strength, raised his long sword, and fiercely stabbed Song Buxi who fell to the side with all his strength.

Song Buxi looked at the long sword hanging above his head and knew that he was powerless to dodge it.

"Ah!" Xia Yidan screamed, stood up abruptly and was about to rush into the arena, the man beside her also clenched his sword and frowned and got ready to get up.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood between the two of them, and the sword in his hand was knocked away with a single blow, making a crisp sound.

"I see who dares to touch her!"

With a shout, Duan Ziyun stood between the two of them, pointing his sword with a cold light at the square-faced man, and his cold, icy eyes glanced at the people outside the arena, which made people shiver for no reason.

The whole place fell silent.

Duan Ziyun looked down at the square-faced man, and his gaze shifted from the hem of the black robe to her face with chills. That kind of cold gaze made him feel as if he was in an ice cave, and his whole body felt cold.

She stabbed the square-faced man's left shoulder with a sword, and then slammed it hard. He was completely powerless to resist. She lifted the entire left arm off and flew into the air, bleeding profusely.

"what!!--"

He wailed in shock and rolled to the side hugging his shoulders.

"...Fortunately." Duan Ziyun turned around expressionlessly, knelt down on one knee to support Song Buxi and walked to the outside of the field, completely ignoring the blood behind him: "It should have killed you."