"You are from the Mo family, and you are practicing Mo family boxing. Look at your children's boxing skills..."
"Head of the Wang family, your child has something wrong with his legs..."
"The Liu family's children's basic skills are really solid, but the way this skill works seems a bit..."
Li Baitian responded to every request and gave careful guidance to every child present. The information weaknesses of these children were clearly recorded in the organizational information, and he knew them by heart.
He deliberately spoke loudly. On the surface, he was answering the questions for the parents, but in fact, he was speaking to several sword pavilion masters not far away.
He had caught a glimpse of those people turning their heads to look at him from time to time, obviously attracted by his words.
At the edge of the crowd.
Wan Jian and two other middle-aged men gathered around and talked quietly.
"What is the origin of the head of the Li family who can see through the weaknesses of each family's cultivation method at a glance?"
"Are you sure you're not talking nonsense?"
"What he said is absolutely correct, especially his analysis of Miss Wan. The master's view of Miss Wan is basically the same as his own. He is a master!"
"Then shall we follow what they say and let the young lady experience a real battle to completely get rid of her bad habits?"
The three of them had a heated discussion. Wan Quanxian was the daughter of Jiange, and it was a certainty that he would receive key training at Zhengyi Academy. Coming to participate in the competition was just a matter of process.
The victory or defeat is only for Jiange's face, but when an opportunity for the young lady to improve herself is placed in front of her, these false reputations are insignificant.
"The opportunity cannot be missed. As Li Baitian said, a suitable time, a suitable opponent, and an actual battle that does not rely on weapons are rare. All factors are very suitable for the moment."
"Yes, the most critical thing is safety. At the moment, the arena is under the care of three of us. Nothing will happen to the young lady. If we wait until the young lady enters the academy to look for opportunities, there is no guarantee that she will not be traumatized."
"That's it, Wan Jian, you go and give the signal to the lady, tell her to sheath her sword and deal with it with fists and kicks."
Seeing Li Baitian giving directions, the three of them quickly made a decision.
Coming to Zhengyi Academy is indeed the right choice. If you are still in Jiange, you will have to wait until the end of the year to get rid of this bad habit of the young lady.
…
In the arena.
Wan Quanxian was furious. She felt like she was being tricked. It was clear that as long as she hit Li Huahua with her sword, the competition would be over.
But she just couldn't hit her. Li Huahua seemed to have read the script and was able to dodge to her blind spot just right every time.
He pulled away and flew to a corner of the ring, and quickly made a gesture to the audience, hoping to get advice from Wan Jian and the others.
This is the unique code of Jiange, and only the monks of Jiange can understand it.
It happened that Wan Jian was also making gestures to her. After repeatedly confirming the meaning of the code several times, Wan Quanxian was stunned.
The code is simple: Throw the sword away!
This sword pavilion guard actually asked her to throw away her weapon!
How can you fight if you throw away your sword?
But it doesn't look like he's joking, he's serious.
Gritting his teeth, he threw the sword aside.
She opened her stance and prepared to fight Li Huahua. If she lost, she would draw a turtle on Wan Jian's face.
Li Huahua's fight was also very difficult. Wan Quanxian could miss countless times, but she could not make a mistake once. Continuous mind reading was very mentally draining, and she was already starting to get tired.
Seeing that his opponent who had the upper hand suddenly threw away his sword, Li Huahua read the mind again and understood all the thoughts in Wan Quanxian's mind.
Pretending to be confused, he said, "Why are you still holding your sword? Are you admitting defeat?"
Wanquan Immortal: "Haha, to deal with you, there is no need for a weapon, one hand is enough!"
Li Huahua decisively threw away the small sword in her hand, trotted to the center of the ring, picked up the sword Wan Quanxian had thrown away, and gestured twice: "Since you don't want it anymore, is it okay if I use it?"
"I am going to kill you!"
Wan Quanxian felt that he was driven crazy, and with exquisite steps, he rushed toward Li Huahua with his teeth and claws.
"Watch Sister Huahua blow your little head off."
Li Huahua's eyes turned blue, and she twisted her small body to dodge the two pink fists nimbly. Without the threat of swordsmanship, she could easily get close.
Raise the hilt of the sword in your hand and shine it on Wan Quanxian's little head.
"you……"
"Wait a minute...don't!"
Wan Quanxian felt her vision go dark, and the back of her head was buzzing. Before she could stand firm, a dark thing in front of her eyes quickly enlarged.
There was another bang.
The knocking feeling kept coming.
The scene on the ring became even weirder. One cute girl fell to the ground, and the other cute girl hit her head with the hilt of a sword.
"My mother said that if you are sick, I will kill you. If you hesitate, you will lose."
Li Huahua turned into a human pile driver, raised the hilt of the sword high and hammered wildly.
"Stop...stop!"
"We surrender!"
Wan Jian in the audience was shocked and angry, and hurriedly scolded Li Huahua.
"The winner of the second round is Li Huahua!"
Elder Ye dodged to the center of the ring and stopped Li Huahua's last-ditch attack.
After checking that Wan Quanxian was okay with his injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The little girl of the Li family made him worried. If Wan Quanxian was ill, he was afraid that he would be dismissed.
"What happened? Weren't we evenly matched just now? Why did Wan Quanxian lose in the blink of an eye?"
"Brother, you didn't pay attention carefully. Miss Wan's sword was thrown away for some reason in the last few moves. Miss Li's spirit was so excited. With just fists and kicks, Miss Wan was no match for her. She was instantly defeated by one move."
"A match-fixing, right?
Money back! "
"Master Wan, Master Li, don't play like this."
"That's right, you should be more dedicated in fighting match-fixing, okay? Is it so easy to make money these days?"
"How much the Li family will pay, my Sima family will pay double. If you have money, let's make money together!"
The parents were dumbfounded. They were stunned for a moment, then looked thoughtful in their eyes, and finally exploded.
The melon-eating crowd was so angry that they threw away their swords when the victory was about to be decided at the end, and even deliberately rushed towards others. Isn't this a fake match?
Just don't make it too obvious.
"Shut up, don't push me!"
"It's none of your business that my Wan family lost based on strength. If you have any objections, let your children go up and beat them!"
Wan Jian's face was gloomy, and the aura of terror surged. The monks around him were so shocked that they did not dare to say any more words.
He felt that he had been tricked, and the other two sword pavilion masters looked as if they had eaten flies, looking at Li Baitian with murderous intent.
This guy must have done it on purpose, pointing out Wan Quanxian's weakness to gain their trust, and then luring them into letting Wan Quanxian throw the sword, all for the sake of letting Li Huahua win.
The old man is so horny.
Elder Ye said loudly: "There is no difference between the two of them. It is normal for whoever wins and who loses to win. Miss Wanjia threw away the sword voluntarily. The result of the competition is fair."
"The competition continues, the next disciple will take the stage!"
…
"Master Li, you are a good man. Thank you for your advice. You have taught us three brothers a lesson and we have benefited a lot."
"Return my sword of ten thousand families."
Wan Jian held the unconscious Wan Quanxian in his arms and walked up to Li Baitian with a cold face and a somewhat scary look in his eyes.
Li Baitian quickly snatched the sword from Li Huahua's hand and held it up with both hands: "I didn't expect Miss Wanjia to throw away the sword on the ring. It's really childish."
"I have little talent and little knowledge. I can be outspoken at times, and my advice may not be accurate."
"But sometimes failure is also a kind of progress. Miss Wan's family will become stronger when she wakes up. Master Wan's family should not care about it."
The three people in Jiange took the swords, turned around and left.
"Master Li, your advice is very good. Please don't give me any advice next time!"
