Jianghu Demolition Team

Chapter 63: World Martial Arts (8)

After the Hualien people got up and cleaned up, the people slowly walked to the fighting arena. Several matches have passed on stage.

Although there are many people here this time, the famous sword villa is proud and the place is open. Nearly a hundred chairs are placed around the competition platform. There are more promising buildings on all sides. You can watch the competition downstairs and upstairs. Can accommodate nearly a thousand people.

There were also seats for the Yanyu Building in the lower corner of the competition stage. The guards guarding the outside brought a few people in and led them to the east side of the competition stage, where there were two empty chairs.

Zhuji smiled and twitched to a few people, and said, “Since it is for Yanyulou, Xiaosheng is welcome.”

Everyone was casual, and let him sit. Hualien and Yangchun both like to be lively and crowded to the crowded watchtower. Tang Linzhi also loves to stay high and went with the two of them. Mo Wen didn’t want to come to this martial arts stage, so he stayed in Ningqing Garden. Li Li and Qi Tianzhu stood and looked around, looking for where their teacher was. There was no one sitting on one chair. Sake pulled up his clothes and sat down.

Yu’er stood behind her and glanced at Sake inadvertently. Wushun’s long hair was slightly separated, revealing a fair back neck, and his skin was lined by ink hair to become more white, like Mingyu faint.

The fish breathed messed up, clenched the Buddhist bead on his right hand, and turned his head quietly.

The competition platform is square, and the seats below are also arranged in four directions. On the east side, there are some famous sects, such as the Jiuxiao Villa in the middle.

At this moment, Yu’er could see the profile of the lord of the Jiuxiao Mountain Villa, Lord Junlin, Fengshen Junxiu, Yuanzhu Yuezhi, a person who looked very comfortable. Yu’er couldn’t help but glanced more. Two women stood beside Jun Lin. One is Jun Sixue, and there is a woman with a light green skirt and a slender figure. She has a sword in her hand and her face is graceful, and her temperament is more calm than Jun Sixue.

Side by side with Jiuxiao Villa is Wuwei Palace. The old man was sitting upright, Wei Ran was sitting in a wheelchair, and the young woman in her twenties was supporting his wheelchair, behind which stood two young disciples.

Yu’er was wondering why one person was missing, and suddenly he looked upstairs in an uproar. She looked at the competition stage, and the new round of competition just happened to be on the stage, and the two of them were very familiar with each other. One is the disciple of the Wuwei Palace, and the other is the brawny man who speaks humiliation and Yanyulou and Bliss City under the cloud ladder.

On the first day of the martial arts competition, most of them were young people from various sects. Everyone used martial arts to meet friends, saw the best of a hundred families, and recognized their own level of kung fu in the arena. Starting from the fourth day, it is. The day when the elders of all sects are active. Only then will someone propose to challenge Wu Zun, even the Five Sects, and the Four Saints.

The two on the stage competed, and the gap between strengths and weaknesses was obvious. The disciple of Wuwei Palace was obviously going to lose the brawny man. After fighting for a hundred strokes, he was stunned and panicked.

This is not to blame that disciple’s lack of knowledge, and that disciple’s age is only seventeen or eighteen years old. The brawny man has big ears and he sees that he is about to stand up. It is clear that he is using his years of accumulation to suppress people. Although the age is not limited, the age of twenty is set by convention. Therefore, when the brawny comes to the stage, lookout. There will be a booby.

The brawny tiger headed the sword and flew the Wuwei palace disciple’s long sword, and while he was panicked and neglected, he waved his arm and hit the Wuwei palace disciple’s chest, knocking him off the martial arts stage, and turned his hand toward him. The last stretch, ready to catch the long sword of the Wuwei Palace disciple without error.

The brawny man wore a stainless steel bracer, and the punch was not small. The disciple immediately fell to the ground and vomited blood, staggered a few steps before standing up, bowed to the brawny man, and said, “I’m not good at martial arts, so I’ll give up.”

The disciple was waiting for the strong man to return the long sword to him. Unexpectedly, the strong man sneered, threw the long sword into the air, the sword fell on the tiger’s head, and cut off the long sword with a sound.

The audience was in an uproar again. The disciple was stunned for a long time, unbelievable, ashamed and annoyed: “You!” Since you are a martial artist, everyone has a sense of measure, and the victory or defeat is so divided, but the saber is destroyed. Naked insults.

This disciple wanted to scold others, but Wuweigong was dogmatic and polite. He never said vulgar words, so he wanted to scold him, but his face was flushed, and he couldn’t say a word.

The brawny man carried the tiger-headed sword on his shoulders and said with a smile: “Dignified Wuwei Palace, but at this level, what about the leader of the sword sect in a century, don’t make people laugh out of their teeth.”

Looking upstairs, Hualien changed his voice and shouted: “You are a big man but you are only a young man, and you are not deeply involved in the world. No matter where you have a face, you dare to criticize Wuweigong!”

As soon as this remark came out, people around him immediately agreed, accusing him of bullying the small.

The brawny man had a thick face and didn’t care. He said: “Walking in the rivers and lakes, no one will care about your old age or your young age, regardless of whether your fist is hard or not. If he loses, he loses. Why, I do. Make the cheat to win him? Which of his Wuweigong’s moves is not the one that I followed directly?”

The strong man kicked the long sword off the stage with his chin held high, staring at Wei Ran, and said coarsely: “Maybe this Wuwei Gong Sirui has some skills, it is better to send someone up to compare with me.”

The disciple who competed with him blushed with a handsome face, and said angrily: “Who are you, you are also worthy of our brothers and sisters fighting with you!”

The brawny man looked up to the sky and laughed for a long while, and said: “I used to fail to speak in Xia, but in fact, Xia also admired Wuwei Palace deeply, but it is a pity that he admired the Wuwei Palace back then. , 60 percent off four, this is regarded as the four rui sect inheritance, one dead, one injured, one missing, and the rest are young and young seedlings who are not influential. Your Wuwei Palace has been a strong foreigner, a hundred years…no, two Ten years later, Jian Wangchen returns to heaven, and your Wuwei Palace is nothing more than a third-rate sect!”

Wuwei Palace Six Swords belonged to the generation of Jian Wangchen, and they were all first-class masters. When the Six Swords were all present, it was the time when Wuwei Palace was in its heyday. It is a pity that these six people have passed away four, and now Wuwei Although there are a lot of court disciples, there are not many who have good knowledge and aptitude. Only Jiang Ying can take over the inheritance of the master, but after all, they are weak.

The brawny’s remarks are extremely contemptuous and disrespectful to Wuweigong, but what he said is also true, not all arrogant.

The strong man met Wei Ran’s gaze, shook his head and smiled, “As the saying goes, a flying dragon with broken claws is not as good as a worm.”

His words seemed to mock the Wuwei Palace to lose the soldiers and the generals, whose strength was greatly reduced, and he seemed to mock Wei Ran’s injuries to his legs, but he was a useless person.

When the disciple picked up his sword and returned to the Shimen camp, he was ashamed and angry. When did Wuwei Palace be admired and admired by people in the martial arts, he saw that he was not proficient in learning art and was defeated, so that Shimen suffered such humiliation. I was so embarrassed that tears fell when I couldn’t live up to it.

The old man jumped into thunder, and stood up on the coffee table, shouting: “Dignified man, why cry?”

“Just now, when you recruit the spring back to the earth, pick it up to the left, where did you go? And the Taixu swordsmanship, you can practice three swords, enough to restrain the kid, why don’t you!”

The old man’s tone was stern, and the disciple who drank stiffly stood stiff, did not dare to say a word, and his tears were even more fierce.

The two young disciples from behind cried out uneasyly: “Brother.”

Wei Ranwen said: “Uncle Shi, Qingran is still young, and it is normal to be at a loss for the first time I have worked with an outsider.”

“When you, Li’er, Ying’er, and the established boy came to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference, he was not fifteen or six years old!”

Speaking of disgust and Mo Chenggui, this old man was even more angry, and the rest of the Wuwei Palace looked down sadly, quite disappointed.

The old man blew his beard and stared, gritted his teeth and said: “That arrogant boy! My Wuwei Palace is the fall of the stars, and it is not something he can contempt. This old man will go up and let him learn and teach Wuwei Palace how powerful it is!”

Wei Ran sighed lightly and exclaimed: “Uncle Master, you are an elder, and you have gone up. Didn’t you just fulfill that person’s words.” This time, Wuwei Palace did not intend to let Wei Ran come, but only considered this teacher. Uncle has a violent temper, which is different from the people in Wuwei Palace. Among the disciples, only Wei Ran, who is gentle by nature, can persuade him, and this allows Wei Ran to follow.

The old man was taken aback, frowned and thought, and said, “What you said is very true.” He turned his head and said to the woman behind Wei Ran: “Ying’er, go and teach this man, forgive him for not being your opponent!”

Jiang Ying didn’t move, waiting for Wei Ran to speak. In fact, she had no intention of taking the stage to compete, the words of the brawny moved her heart.

I think the six masters of Wuwei Palace were all there, and the four of them were carefree, learning martial arts, going down the mountain and fighting the sword and the rivers and lakes, and they were chic, so happy, but now things are different, the master is gone, sister He and Junior Brother are no longer there, and the talents of Wuwei Palace are withered and lonely a lot.

Wei Ran saw her thoughts and said softly: “Uncle Master, Wuwei Palace has never been a fan of fame and fortune. This time bringing Qingran and the others is just for them to hone their swordsmanship. Why bother with that person and just let him talk. , Like Wuwei Palace, it won’t change with a few words from outsiders.”

Hearing what he said, the old man felt reasonable, but he was unreasonable. He thumped the coffee table by a corner, still fidgeting angrily.

The disgust on the other side was already upset when the strong man said that Sirui was ‘one dead, one hurt’. It was Wei Ran that was hurt, and the younger sister Jiang Ying was still there. That means that younger brother Mo is a rule…

Tired of shaking his body, he almost stood unsteadily. Yuer and Sake hurriedly supported her, but seeing her look sad, they didn’t know how to comfort her.

When the strong man ridiculed Wei Ran as a waste man, there was no successor in Wuwei Palace. Tired of raising his eyes coldly, he raised his foot to go on stage, obviously to compete with that person.

Sake grabbed her and said, “What are you going to be like.”

Li Li said coldly: “I’ll teach him what Wuwei Palace is like!”

Sake said: “You take a rest.”

Tien Li didn’t understand the meaning of sake, so he heard the sake shout: “Yu’er.”

Yu’er wears a mask, and the delicate face under the mask smiles, with surprise in his heart, and even his voice is a little cheerful: “Can I go?”

Yu’er saw the gathering of people in the martial arts, and hundreds of martial arts compete on the martial arts stage. She was just young, and naturally saw the joy of hunting, and she wanted to go up and compete, and the brawny man made several rants and insulted Misty Rain before. Lou and Xuhuaigu are now even more humiliating and innocent palaces, annoying and unpleasant, she is extremely annoyed by this person, and hopes to teach him.

Yili was slightly suspicious: “You fought him earlier, and you know that the person has some skill, Yuer she…”

Yu’er said, “Disciples of Wuwei Palace, how easy is it to deal with.”

Disgusted and dumbfounded, the person in front of him had such an uplifting attitude, like a fellow student who went down the mountain vigorously back then. There were waves of ripples in the disgust, and she was stunned and delighted, she smiled faintly, and said: “That’s right, Yu’er.”

Tiedi exhorted: “Be careful when dealing with that strong man, and don’t be messed up by him.” No longer discouraged Yuer.

Yu’er nodded, and when she was about to take the stage, Fang remembered that she had no sword in her hand. She had never been worthy of a long sword. There was a rough iron sword that was only used when practicing swords. Sake once said: “A good sword is like a good friend. After a swordsman uses the sword for a long time, he will have an induction with the sword. Therefore, the swordsman will use a good sword for a lifetime. The sword.” Because there was no suitable long sword, Yu’er didn’t deserve a sword by his side.

Seeing her on stage at this moment, I was busy taking off the long sword behind her, but she was blocked by sake. Sake took the sword of no edge behind his waist, handed it to Yu’er, and said to her, “Use this one.”

Disgusted and surprised: “Sake, you…”

Sake smiled at her, flicked the whisk in disgust, and smiled happily: “Nothing.”

Sake said to Yu’er: “The strong man is more than fierce, but not flexible enough. You have always practiced the way of restraining strength with softness, don’t forget.”

Yu’er took the sword with both hands and held it in his arms. Her heart was filled with blood, and she said to the sake: “Sake, I will win.” With a firm tone, she said this and it made people think this was it. Facts.

Sake smiled and said, “Oh, it’s a good thing to be full of ambition. It’s just that, why is it like asking me to beg for prizes, huh?”

Yu’er didn’t actually have such a plan, but when she heard the sake, she couldn’t help pursing her lips, and followed her words and asked, “Can you?”

“Yes.” Sake’s eyes curled, and the feather fan leaned against the sideburn: “If Yuer wins, I will promise you a request.”

“Okay.” Yu’er was even more happy. With a little bit of her toes and holding the sword of sake, she flew onto the stage and said loudly to the strong man who turned her back: “The little girl is here to ask you how to do it.”

At the place where the Wuwei Palace Gate was sitting, the old man sat up straight, staring at the sword in Yuer’s hands on the stage. Wei Ran and Jiang Ying also looked surprised and whispered: “Liang Yi?!”