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Liu Fuyun and Shi Yong walked side by side, and soon returned to Sang Zizai's courtyard.

At this time, on the stone table in the middle of the yard, there are various delicacies.

Sang Zizai was sitting at the table, holding a jug of spirits, drinking heavily.

Seeing Liu Fuyun and the two walk in, he couldn't help complaining.

"I said you two boys, why did you come back? I'm starving to death."

As he spoke, he picked up a roasted pig's trotter and began to eat it.

Liu Fuyun and Shi Yong came forward and took their seats.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Shi Yong couldn't help feeling a little envious.

"Uncle Sang is really wild and unruly..."

Sang Zizai was tearing at the pig's trotter in his hand, speaking vaguely.

"I'm not like that old guy Chen Dao, who keeps a cold face all day long, is rigid and mean, and doesn't show affection."

Hearing what he said, a shy smile appeared on Shi Yong's face.

The Chen Dao that Sang Zizai spoke of was none other than the elder of the Hall of Law Enforcement, Shi Yong's master.

It is said that his martial arts cultivation is second only to Suzerain Chi Zhiqiang, who is at the peak of alchemy, and may become a strong man in the Shenfu realm at any time.

However, since he can become the elder of the Hall of Law Enforcement, he must be stern and selfless.

All the sophistication of the world should be left behind, so the whole person looks cold.

Even for his own disciples, it is even stricter.

This is also why Shi Yong is so afraid of his master.

Because he likes to gamble, he has been whipped by Chen Dao a lot.

Sang Zi is here, unrestrained, drinking in a big bowl, eating meat in big mouthfuls, it really makes him feel comfortable.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Sang Zizai looked up at Liu Fuyun and asked.

"Boy, have you learned all the basic routines of the epee?"

"It's natural, don't you know my abilities?"

Liu Fuyun responded lightly, as if she was talking about an insignificant matter.

However, neither Sang Zizai nor Shi Yong denied it.

During this period of getting along, they have really seen what it means to be a genius and an evildoer.

Liu Fuyun's learning ability is simply astonishing.

Whether it is martial arts, body skills, or routines, as long as it can be done completely.

Liu Fuyun's cultivation speed skyrocketed, which was jaw-dropping.

So, when he said this, neither of them refuted.

Sang Zizai nodded and said in a deep voice.

"I got news that Ye Qing, a disciple of the Fifth Elder, may challenge you."

"Oh? Ye Qing?"

Liu Fuyun and Shi Yong looked at each other, understanding each other.

It seems that because of what happened last time, the other party has a grudge.

Sang Zizai raised his head and drank the wine, got up and patted Liu Fuyun's shoulder.

"Boy, if you successfully hold the spot, the old man will pass on my unique skills to you?"

Hearing this, Liu Fuyun's eyes lit up, he had long coveted Sang Zizai's heavy sword technique.

"Unique skill? Seriously?"

"Hahaha, the old man keeps his promises, so come on, kid!"

Saying that, Sang Zizai turned and went back to the room to rest.

Liu Fuyun was excited and full of fighting spirit.

At this moment, Shi Yong's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Brother Liu, what are we betting on today?"

Liu Fuyun: "..."

……

Soon, it will be the day when the quota for entering Jianzhong will be announced.

In a low and dilapidated courtyard, a lazy man stretched his waist and sat up from the bed.

This man was about 27 or [-] years old, with a shiny bald head and a muscular body.

He rubbed his face with his fan-like palms, and then opened his blood-red eyes.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and searched on the table for a long time, and his eyes lit up when he saw the hip flask on the old table.

He stretched out his hand to copy it, and drank it directly to his mouth, but he couldn't pour out a drop, so it was already empty.

Shaking the light jug, the man was a little dazed.

He suddenly started cursing, and threw the flagon towards the corner of the house.

"click~"

With a crisp sound, the jug burst, and the ground in the house was already covered with a thick layer.

"No, no."

The man shook his head.

"I have big things to do today, so I can't drink any more."

Talking to himself, he stood up slowly, pushed open the dilapidated door, and went straight outside.

From the well, take a bucket of cold water and pour it on your head.

Then he picked up a black cloth from the edge of the well, wiped his body, and started washing like this.

Black water flows down the body, I don't know if it is the mud on the body or the black cloth.

After washing seven or eight buckets of water in a row, even the black cloth turned a little gray, and the man was able to move around comfortably.

Turning back to the house, he dug out a razor and a bronze mirror from nowhere, and began to shave his beard.

At this moment, with a bang, his broken door panel was torn apart, completely ending its mission.

Ye Qing, dressed in white, covered his mouth and nose, and walked in.

"I said, Liu Zhuoran, you are no different from a kennel!"

"Second Young Master Ye, for a poor man like me, it would be nice to have a kennel to live in."

Liu Zhuoran turned around and kicked out, hitting the head of the bed.

The entire bed board shattered, revealing a cloth bag.

He walked over, opened the package and took out a brand new shirt, and changed immediately.

Dressed properly, he stretched his muscles.

The bald man said in a low voice.

"Let's go, Young Master Ye, I will definitely help you get your quota back today."

Ye Qing looked at the bald man in disgust and said.

"So best, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he turned around and led the crowd towards the main hall.

……

The main hall and the high-level officials of the Sun Palace gathered together.

There are ten disciples standing below, Liu Fuyun and Shi Yong are all listed.

Chi Zhiqiang put his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

"Ten days later, Pingwangjiang, the sword mound will open soon, and the quota has been set."

"According to the usual practice, are there any disciples who are under the elders' sect to challenge?"

After the voice fell, a white-haired middle-aged man stood on the right.

He is tall and straight, about 1.8 meters tall, with his arms above his knees, his eyes radiate with shadows, his hair is in a bun, and he is wearing a silver silk black cloak.

"Sovereign, I have disciples Ye Qing and Liu Zhuoran, who want to participate in the Sword Tomb Trial."

"It turned out to be Elder Luo Li. If that's the case, then follow the rules and go to the fighting arena."

Chi Zhiqiang waved his hand lightly.

Liu Fuyun looked at the old man who stood up, already thinking about it.

"This man with the appearance of a "gibbon" must be Ye Qing's master, Fifth Elder Luo Li. It seems that he is targeting me."

Sure enough, this idea just came to him.

Luo Li's voice had already sounded.

"Sovereign, I think that among the ten disciples, the disciple of the thirteen elders, who has just entered the school, is really inappropriate to take on this important task. My disciple Ye Qing can completely replace him."

As soon as the words fell, Sang Zizai had already stood up.

"Let me tell you, suzerain, although this old man's disciple has just started, he has made a promise before he joins, and he must have a place in the Sword Tomb."

Chi Zhiqiang nodded: "I know about this, the Deacon of the Outer Sect has already told me about it."

As soon as the words fell, Fifth Elder Luo Li said firmly and firmly.

"In this case, according to the rules, my disciple will challenge, and the winner of this sword mound will get it..."

Chi Zhiqiang nodded slightly, looked at Sang Zizai, and said
"Elder Sang, how are you?"

Sang Zizai didn't answer, turned around to look at Liu Fuyun, and asked.

"Yun'er, what do you think?"

The corners of Liu Fuyun's mouth turned up slightly, she took a step forward, cupped her fists and cupped her hands.

"Back to Master, no one can take away the disciple's things, I am willing to fight!!"

"Okay! This is my apprentice, Sang Zizai."

After a round of applause, Sang Zizai turned around and looked up.

Chi Zhiqiang nodded, and then his voice pierced the clouds.

"Martial arts platform, open!"