This figure came very quickly. Everyone saw the blue shirt flashing past their eyes. In the center of Qingqiu Arena, the figure of a young man appeared. The crowds under the arena looked intently. The young man in Qingqiu Arena had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his thin lips were filled with wine. The dimple appeared slightly, wearing a green shirt and carrying a black sword case. The cold winter wind blew by, blowing up the young man's black hair and the hem of his blue shirt, giving him a picture of the heroic appearance of a young knight.
But if you look closely, you can see that there is a trace of burnt black beside the young man's thin lips, as if... he has eaten some charcoal-roasted food... without wiping his mouth.
Just as the crowds below the arena were staring at the green-shirted young man in Qingqiu's arena, the sound of slight footsteps sounded again behind them. Everyone present was considered a master of martial arts, and their ears were strong. Hearing the footsteps behind them again, they all looked back.
He was another young man, but unlike the green-shirted young man, this young man looked shabby. He was only wearing a thin linen shirt, tattered cloth shoes with holes on his feet, his trousers were ragged, and his ankles had been frozen by the cold weather. His face was red, only a wind scarf was worn around his neck to keep out the cold, and his gloved hands were holding a pitch black fire stick.
This commoner boy is not like the young man in blue shirt who jumped up with Qinggong. The commoner boy just holds the fire stick in his hand tightly, like a lone wolf in the snow, with firm eyes, step by step, towards the end of the empty space. The plum moon beats away.
All the people in the world made way for him. When the young man passed by, everyone saw clearly that in the other hand of the young man, he was holding a half-eaten rabbit leg. When he looked at the young man's lips, there was a trace of burnt black on his lips just like the young man in green shirt whom Qingqiu had just beaten.
It turned out that when Gu Xiao saw that Xiaojie was hungry and stubbornly refused to use the money given by the He family, he felt admiration and wanted to make friends, so he pulled Xiaojie and left the Hejiapu all the way.
Although he didn't know what this young man of similar age was going to do, Xiaojie could feel his kindness. Mu Yi led him outside Hejiabao and jumped into the forest.
Not long after, a foraging snow rabbit appeared in Mu Yi's hand. When Xiaojie saw him coming back with the prepared snow rabbit, he smiled at himself and said, "How can you fight when you are hungry?"
Xiaojie was about to refuse when he heard Mu Yi continue: "This was not bought with the money given by Hejiabao. I spent a lot of effort."
Xiaojie's eyes showed a little childishness, he looked at Gu Xiao and said, "I ate the rabbit you caught, and there is no benefit to you."
It was the first time that Gu Xiao saw such a stubborn and interesting person, so he smiled at Xiaojie and said, "I just want to fill my stomach, but I don't want to get any benefits from you..."
The name of the 'Overlord of Wugui Mountain' is well-deserved. In just a moment, he started to light a fire and provide firewood. The smell of meat was overflowing in the forest. The 'Monkey Spirit' tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to the stubborn young man beside him, saying: "Only those with a heart Only unscrupulous people seek rewards and benefits, but friends help each other without expecting anything in return."
The stubborn young man lowered his head and looked at the golden, sizzling and oily rabbit leg in his hand. A smile seemed to appear in his eyes. Then he looked at the green-shirted young man who was jumping because he was eating in a hurry and was burned by the rabbit meat. He thought about it in his mind. Hearing what he just said, 'among friends', he suddenly smiled, picked up the rabbit leg in his hand, and bit it.
"That's right, heh... eat quickly, let's not miss the deadline. We are full and we will fight soon." The young man in green shirt had already eaten and his mouth was full of oil, but he still did not forget to remind the stubborn young man.
Seeing the stubborn boy eating rabbit legs, Gu Xiao seemed to think of the girl in green clothes again.
When she turned to look at the stubborn boy, she found that he had finished eating the rabbit legs and had stretched out his 'devil's claws' to grab the rabbit meat. He hurriedly said: "Save some for me, I'm not full yet."
The stubborn young man's eyes were filled with smiles, but when he opened his mouth, he used Gu Xiao's words to educate Gu Xiao: "Before friends, we help each other, right?"
When Gu Xiao heard this, he was slightly startled, but in this moment, most of the rabbit meat was gone. Gu Xiao didn't care about 'friends' anymore, and hurriedly went to grab the rabbit meat. Two teenagers of similar age started to grab it. In this way, they started feasting outside Hejiapu. You said that 'the food they snatched is the most delicious.' After a while, the two of them had eaten all the rabbit meat, leaving only a rabbit leg in the hands of the stubborn young man. Just when Gu Xiao was racking his brains to think of some 'reason' to teach Xiaojie to give up the rabbit's legs to him, he heard the loud beating of drums in Hejiabao, and it was already time to start the beating.
Gu Xiao and Xiaojie looked at each other, and then the two of them ran away from the Hejiabao Arena using their skills, and this was the beginning of the scene.
Jiang Ningxue off the field looked at the two people on the stage and lamented that these two people could not think of leaving Hejiapu on such an occasion. They ran to steal some food first and then rushed back to join the ring. She was really speechless. If Unless she had seen the moonlight sword in Gu Xiao's sword box, Jiang Ningxue might have suspected that Gu Xiao had run away with his Jinghong Sword.
Not to mention Jiang Ningxue's thoughts in the audience, but the stubborn young man Xiaojie has stepped onto the He family's Meiyue Arena step by step. The four champions holding jade cards have all arrived. The people in the arena also stared intently at the four champions in the field, each with their own thoughts, analyzing who would have a chance of winning the challenge.
Shui Canglan, the leader of the Hua Dynasty, is the son of Shui Qianyue, the leader of the Rushui Sword Sect. At a young age, he has obtained Shui Qianyue's true inheritance. He has achieved some success in Rushui Sword and Qiushui Palm. There are even rumors that Shui Canglan has already It’s time to reach the top of the realm, and it’s only a short time before the realm-breaking robot can reach the top.
Look at Yuwen Tuo, the leader of the Duixia Arena, the first disciple of the Sword Master of the Ni Dao Sect. He has nearly mastered the skills of the Ni Dao Sword. He is already a rare opponent among the younger generation. Now he just stands casually in the Mu Xia Arena and gives way. All the people in the world stayed away.
These two people are both sons of famous families with prominent reputations. Everyone looks at me and I look at you. No one wants to step into these two arenas as a stepping stone to increase their reputation. They have no choice but to turn their attention to the Qingqiu and Meiyue arenas. Compared with Shui, Canglan and Yuwentuo, the two young men on the Qingqiu and Meiyue rings are simply dressed, and they are not from well-known families. Especially the young man on the Meiyue ring, compared to the first two well-known children, can only be described as shabby. Words to describe.
As a result, these Jianghu guests cast their burning eyes on Gu Xiao and Xiaojie. Not long after, a strong man emerged from the crowd and clasped his fists towards the He family's old team and Mr. Chongyang on the high platform to the east. Said: "The South Border Hundred Jin Knife, Zheng Bai has met the ancestor, Mr. Chongyang."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Bai stood up from the ground, his figure rising and falling, and his strong body climbed onto the Meiyue Arena with just one leap. He looked at the young man in linen clothes, cupped his fists and said, "Zheng Bai, I'm asking for advice."
Xiaojie seemed to be unmoved by the complicated etiquette of the world. When he saw Zheng Bai coming on stage, he knew that he was going to challenge him. He didn't return the gift to Zheng Bai. He just took out a rag from his arms and carefully ate the remaining half. The rabbit legs were carefully wrapped and put into the arms.
This action made Zheng Bai feel that the other party did not take him seriously. He snorted coldly and reached out from behind to take off the weapon he was carrying. Zheng Bai's hundred-jin knife did not weigh a hundred pounds. His sword weighs nine kilograms and eight taels and is shaped like a guillotine. When wielded with sufficient internal force, the sword can have a force of one hundred kilograms, so it is called the hundred kilograms knife.
Zheng Bai is quite famous in the southern border. He once fought against hundreds of bandits by himself with the Hundred Jin Sword in his hand, and escaped unharmed. All the hundreds of bandits died and were killed by the Hundred Jin Sword.
Many people in the arena have heard of Zheng Bai. Seeing that he was the first person to challenge, they all cheered for him. Zheng Bai held the back of the sword with one hand and held the sword on the blade with the other. In the gap, he put on a posture holding a knife while holding back his steps.
On the other hand, the boy in linen clothes put the rabbit leg in his arms. When he raised his head, his eyes were full of determination. Like a lone wolf in the snow, he raised the inconspicuous fire stick in his hand and pointed at Zheng Bai from a distance. .
"Okay, let's see what qualifications you have to be the master of the Meiyue Arena." Zheng Bai pointed the broken stick at himself and said angrily when he saw that the boy in cloth didn't show any moves.
As the words fell, Zheng Bai moved. He stepped forward with his back foot, kicked off the ground to use his strength, and rushed forward. Holding the guillotine in his hand, he used the edge of the blade to face the enemy and crashed into the clothed boy.
The crowds in the audience couldn't help but cheer when they saw this move. Zheng Bai was indeed experienced in fighting the enemy. Seeing that the commoner boy was not as strong as himself, he thought of using his own strength to seize the opportunity, and at the same time used the blade of his machete to fight against him. The enemy, with the force of a collision, weighed more than a hundred kilograms. With this move, the boy in common clothes would be knocked off the ring even if he was not injured.
But as Zheng Bai's figure came into contact with the young man, everyone in the arena was stunned, including Shui Canglan, Yuwen Tuo and Gu Xiao who were also watching the battle on the ring.
The commoner boy seemed to have roots under his feet, and his figure did not move at all. The 'fire stick' in his hand was as strong as a thousand pounds, and he managed to stop the hundred-jin guillotine in Zheng Bai's hand without any effort.
Zheng Bai is worthy of being a man in the martial arts world who has experienced many fights. Seeing that the young man easily deflected his own blow, he said that it was because of the young man's natural power, so he did not panic. He exerted force on his waist, supported the guillotine as a punch, and used the thick blade to take advantage of the situation. The stroke was directed towards the young man's neck, and Zheng Bai's strong body was also hidden behind the thick blade of the guillotine. This was one of Zheng Bai's famous tricks, called "hiding people on the back of the knife".
The young man was unhurried and did not move his body due to Zheng Bai's changing moves. He still maintained his casual standing posture. His wrists shook slightly, and the 'fire stick' in his hand turned slightly, and he followed Zheng Bai's guillotine towards his neck. He blocked the force of the sword with his force, and then moved with the force, pushing the fire stick towards Zheng Bai's guillotine.
Zheng Bai felt that all his strength was unable to be used, and then a strong force came from the black fire stick in the young man's hand. In an instant, the long-famous weapon in the south, the 'Hundred Jin Knife', flew away from his hand and flew straight to the ring. On the edge, three points into the ring.
Zheng Bai has been wandering around the world for many years, how could he just watch the opportunity to enter Hejiapu pass by? When the guillotine was released, Zheng Bai's strong figure also rolled out on the spot. The guillotine was about to be inserted upside down into the ring. He stepped forward, stood up, and took advantage of the situation to draw his sword.
He no longer holds the knife with his hand, but holds the guillotine with one hand. With the help of turning over, he pulls out the guillotine and spins rapidly like a top, slashing towards the young man in the field.
It's not that Zheng Bai has never encountered opponents stronger than him, but with his experience in facing enemies and his 'Gyro Slash', he has turned defeat into victory more than once, so Zheng Bai still has full confidence in himself.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Bai, who was spinning like a top, was already in front of the young man. According to the current power of his sword, the South Border Hundred Jin Sword was indeed worthy of its reputation. It was spinning so fast that only the remains of the guillotine could be seen. Shadow, Zheng Bai's figure is missing.
Gu Xiao, who was on the ring at the side, could not help but frown slightly when he saw this situation, and thought to himself, I am afraid that Zheng Bai's sword power is far more than a hundred pounds, thinking in his heart, he couldn't help but worry about this commoner boy, he The jet black fire stick in his hand, I wonder if it can withstand this knife.
Just when Gu Xiao was worried, the audience was cheering, and Shui Canglan and others were waiting to see the show, they saw a sword light carrying the fierce winter wind, and the sky was filled with snow, and it flashed away.
No one saw clearly what happened, they just felt that the winter wind was blowing on their face, making it difficult to open their eyes. When the wind calmed down and the snow subsided, they only saw the strong Zheng Bai, kneeling on the ground and sighing, and he is famous for it. The hundred-jin knife had been broken into two pieces and was lying quietly on the ring.
The boy's ragged trousers were blown up by the winter wind again, revealing his ankles that were red from the cold. His slightly immature face was hidden under the wind scarf, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
The young man slowly put his hand into the glove again, then slowly put down the fire stick in his hand, and spoke softly to Zheng Bai.
"You lost."
