Finally try the high platform.
Old Man Tianji looked at the battle on the martial arts stage with a smile on his face, but his heart was not as peaceful as his face.
This battle is very important to him, and even to the entire Tianji Pavilion.
This is related to the authority of the Fuyao ranking.
He was quite satisfied with the battle between Gu Chensha, Jingyun, Wen Yi, and Huitong. All four of them were worthy of their rankings on the Fuyao Ranking.
The only thing that makes Old Man Tianji unable to calm down is the battle between Meng Xiaochuan and Gao Sheng.
A few days ago, he ranked Meng Xiaochuan eleventh, which caused quite a stir.
Now, if Meng Xiaochuan beats Gao Sheng, who is ranked ninth on the Fuyao list, then his old face will really be a bit embarrassing.
"Old Tianji, if my grandson wins, how will you compensate for his loss of face?" Meng Tiangang asked leisurely.
Old Man Tianji's eyelids twitched slightly, his face was calm, and he smiled and said: "A pot of Wangyou wine."
Meng Tiangang said: "Ten pots."
Old Man Tianji's face twitched slightly, and he said in a muffled voice: "Up to three pots."
"Three pots? That old man might go crazy." Meng Tiangang sneered.
Old man Tianji had no choice but to endure the pain in his body and said, "Six pots at most."
"Next time you dare to cause trouble, these juniors will be able to destroy your Tianji Pavilion without me taking action. Do you believe it or not?" Meng Tiangang said leisurely.
Old Man Tianji was slightly startled and looked towards the martial arts stage.
Qiu Shaoqing was defeated.
He was defeated by the sword of Kongtong faction Jingyun.
"Accept." Jing Yun put his sword into its sheath. This time, the two fought with the sword intact.
Qiu Shaoqing lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with unacceptable panic.
"Shaoqing, come down." Wei Fengwu, the master of Jiange Pavilion, said.
Qiu Shaoqing turned around and walked off the martial arts stage without saying a word.
"You go down too." Gu Chensha shouted loudly, pushed with both palms, and hit Sa Kingang directly with the palm power full of black evil.
Sa Kingang's expression changed greatly, and he stretched out his palms to fight.
boom!
There was a roar, and Sa Kingang took more than ten steps back and fell uncontrollably to the martial arts stage.
"You..." Sa Jingan's expression changed.
"Accept." Gu Chensha grinned and his voice was bold.
"Amitabha." Huitong clasped his hands together.
"I lost." His opponent simply admitted defeat, turned around and walked off the stage.
"Despicable, did you poison the martial arts test?" Opposite Wen Yi, a talented candidate named Lu Wang glared at Wen Yi.
Wen Yi looked innocent, "Mr. Eight just said that the rest is acceptable."
"You...give me the antidote." Lu Wang's face turned dark.
"Okay." Wen Yi grinned, and immediately waved his sleeves, and a wisp of breeze blew past Lu Wang.
Lu Wang's expression softened, he glared at Wen Yi fiercely, turned around and walked off the martial arts stage.
Wen Yi smiled and looked at Meng Xiaochuan.
Meng Xiaochuan and Gao Sheng were still fighting fiercely. The two of them punched each other hard, and the fight was extremely fierce and brutal.
"It's stable this time."
Wen Yi secretly thought, already seeing Gao Sheng's fist shaking slightly, it was obvious that it was reaching its limit.
"Asshole, it's just a martial arts test, are you working so hard?" Gao Sheng cursed angrily, frightened.
A battle that was thought to be a sure win turned out to be unexpected.
Meng Xiaochuan on the opposite side played with a completely lifeless style, which caused Gao Sheng to lose the opportunity from the beginning.
Meng Xiaochuan's eyes were red and he roared: "Wash away the shame today!"
"Use me to wash away the shame? Wouldn't the shame fall on me?" Gao Sheng was furious and punched harder and harder.
"If you're to blame, blame that bitch, Mr. Tianji." Meng Xiaochuan shouted loudly, his right fist seemed to be on fire, red as the sun, and hit Gao Sheng straight away.
Yan Mie Fist. Yan Mie!
boom……
Accompanied by a roar, Gao Sheng roared unwillingly, and his figure flew across the stage and landed under the martial arts stage.
Meng Xiaochuan was exhausted, and his red eyes gradually returned to clarity.
Huitong flicked his fingers and shot a Lingshan Temple elixir into Meng Xiaochuan's mouth.
Meng Xiaochuan's originally pale and bloodless face gradually turned a bit rosy.
Then, he looked at Old Man Tianji with a provocative look.
Old Man Tianji smiled and brushed his beard, his heart bleeding.
"It's wonderful."
While the people watching were shocked, their eyes gradually moved towards Chu Xiu and Bei Moting.
These two people still haven't taken action.
"These two guys have been building up their momentum for so long, and they are still not feeling well?" Meng Xiaochuan walked to the edge of the martial arts stage and asked doubtfully.
Gu Chensha hesitated and said: "I once saw two powerful swordsmen duel. They stood for a day and a night before they started to fight."
Chen Changsheng on the side complained: "You think too highly of these two people."
"Oh?" Gu Chensha was surprised and glanced at Chen Changsheng.
"These two people are waiting for you to finish." Chen Changsheng found it funny. "They didn't prepare for it at all. They just wanted to wait for you to finish and everyone would look at them."
Everyone: "???"
Chu Xiu's expression remained as usual, while Bei Moting lost his temper.
In fact, at the beginning, he was really building up the power of his sword, but he found that Chu Xiu on the opposite side was just staring at him and not building up his power. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew that this guy wanted to wait for the others to finish fighting before starting the fight. .
"Brother Bei and I hit it off right away," Chu Xiu said, "so we looked at each other more often."
"Yes, Brother Chu's invincible aura has deeply attracted me." Beimoting endured the embarrassment and said cooperatively.
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
"Please." Chu Xiu held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
Bei Moting's face also straightened, and in an instant he was as cold as a knife. His right hand also grasped the handle of the knife.
Build momentum.
At this moment, it’s time to truly build momentum.
A chilling atmosphere filled the martial arts stage.
Everyone around them held their breath.
Uh-huh.
At the same moment, Chu Xiu drew his sword and Bei Moting drew his sword.
The two slashes drew two sharp arcs between the two of them.
The two figures intertwined.
Chu Xiu turned around and looked back, sheathing his sword, his clothes fluttering slightly.
Bei Moting lowered his head and looked at the clothes that were wide open on his chest, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.
Victory or defeat is decided!
"Your sword is not fast enough." Chu Xiu said calmly.
Bei Moting walked off the martial arts stage without saying a word.
His knife was indeed not fast enough.
The silent Zhuque Street instantly burst into excited cheers.
Chu Xiu is very popular.
There are many people who want him to win.
On the west side of Zhuque Street, on a high pavilion.
"What a quick sword." The old man surnamed Qin praised as he brushed his beard and saw Chu Xiu's sword clearly.
The wine Taoist took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "This kid has been practicing sword drawing for five years, and he has achieved quite a lot."
"Have you really practiced sword-drawing for five years?"
Xia Qingshan muttered to himself that at first, he thought Chu Xiu was deceiving him.
"The next battle will be a little difficult." Jiang Rou looked at the martial arts stage and said with a smile, "These six guys are friends."
The bartender smiled and said, "This is more interesting."
On the martial arts stage.
Chu Xiu, Meng Xiaochuan, Jing Yun, Huitong, Gu Chensha, and Wen Yi looked at each other and all laughed.
Back then, during the Tianjiao Banquet, the six of them joined forces to penetrate the entire banquet corridor and ascend to Fengming Pavilion. They were so high-spirited.
Now, we have to win or lose on this martial arts stage.
All six people thought this was very interesting.
Chu Xiu thought for a moment, glanced at Chen Changsheng, and asked, "Are you in a hurry?"
"What do you mean?" Chen Changsheng asked.
"If we are not in a hurry, we would like to have a drink first and then decide the winner." Chu Xiu said with a smile.
"This is a good idea." The eyes of Meng Xiaochuan, Wen Yi, Gu Chensha, and Jing Yun all lit up.
"No, no, no, the young monk doesn't drink." Huitong shook his head.
Most of the people on the high platform were speechless.
Chen Changsheng hummed and said, "You think so."
After saying that, he glanced at Mr. Eight and directly ordered: "Bring them five jars of fine wine and a pot of good tea."
"Okay." Mr. Eighth nodded, and then looked at Mr. Second, "Second Senior Brother, there is a lot of good wine and tea on the gold and silver table opposite. Please go and get some."
"good."
Mr. Er stood up, and his figure instantly turned into an afterimage, and in an instant he reached the gold and silver platform a hundred feet away.
"Why do I feel that the relationship between this boy named Chen and Suzaku Academy is unusual?" Meng Xiaochuan rubbed his chin and muttered.
"It is indeed extraordinary." Chu Xiu thought to himself. Being able to order Mr. Eighth, who presided over the martial arts examination, with one word, it is conceivable that Chen Changsheng must have an extraordinary status with Dean Feng.
On the gold and silver table.
The second gentleman has arrived.
A smile appeared on Emperor Qian's face, "Five jars of fine wine and a pot of good tea are all ready."
"Thank you very much." The second gentleman swept his sleeves, and five jars of fine wine and a pot of good tea rose into the sky. Before leaving, he glanced at Su Yuheng, with a strange look in his eyes.
Emperor Qian stared at Mr. Er’s back with a cold expression on his face.
Queen An Rong on the side was also looking at Mr. Second's leaving figure, dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.
"The look in this man's eyes just now..." Su Yuheng became a little uneasy. She felt that the second gentleman's look when he left seemed to have revealed her identity.
On the martial arts stage.
Six people from Chu Xiu sat cross-legged together. Huitong had a pot of good tea in front of him, and the other five people each had a jar of palace wine in front of them.
"Have a good drink, and then have a good fight." Chu Xiu raised the wine jar and said with a smile.
"Okay." The other five people all raised their wine jars and teapots with bright smiles.
"drink."
Up and down the high platform, under the gaze of countless people, the six people raised their heads and drank wine together. Good tea, bold and bold.
Many candidates showed envy.
Even Chen Changsheng felt his lips were slightly dry and regretted not asking his second brother to bring him another jar of wine.
On the west side of Zhuque Street, in a high pavilion.
"They are the future." The old man surnamed Qin said with a smile as he brushed his beard.
The wine connoisseur took a sip of the wine and said with a long smile, "My disciple has always had a good taste."
"Kongtong Sect, the time-honored Wen Family, Lingshan Temple, tenth on the Xiaoyao Ranking..." Xia Qingshan looked at the six people on the martial arts stage, feeling a little excited in his heart.
After these days of getting along, he has regarded Chu Xiu as one of his own.
Chu Xiu's power can naturally be counted among the Xia family.
Being friends with these big forces and figures will be of great benefit to the future development of the Xia family.
The passion is like the wind, blowing through the entire Zhuque Street.
"This is the real world." Some people sighed and longed for it.
"It's great to be young, you can have no scruples..." Some middle-aged people looked envious, feeling a little excited as they recalled their frivolous days.
"Grandstanding." There were also resentful people like Emperor Qian who sneered repeatedly.
"Young Master Chu, you are truly a great man in the world." Xiang Jun looked at the high-spirited Chu Xiu on the martial arts stage from afar, his eyes went crazy.
Finally try the high platform.
"Why does it feel like he can be the center of attention all the time?" Mo Shaoyun, the proprietress, looked at Chu Xiu who was drinking wine and murmured in her heart.
Or maybe in her past life, she had been hiding her identity, keeping a low profile, and suppressed it for too long; when she saw Chu Xiu, who was in the spotlight, she couldn't help but want to get closer.
"This kind of heroism... is difficult to disguise." Zhu Yourong kept looking at Chu Xiu and felt that Chu Xiu's appearance at this moment was the most difficult to disguise.
"It looks like uncle." Xia Chuxue peeked at Chu Xiu and secretly sighed that men like her uncle seemed to be completely inseparable from wine.
He's clearly an alcoholic, but he's hard to dislike.
The wine jar is empty and the teapot is empty.
The six people stood up at the same time and threw down the wine jars and teapots in their hands.
boom!
The wine jars and teapots were all broken into pieces on the martial arts stage.
The six people looked at each other and smiled, each taking six steps back.
Civil war breaks out.
