After the failure of ascension, he traveled to the ancient farmhouse to be a group pet

After the words fell, a sturdy man stood up.

Jiang Chacha and others, as well as many people present, knew this person - Guan Songtao, the current leader of the Guanzhong Knife Sect.

"Ha, boy, let me test your skills with my big sword!"

As soon as Guan Songtao came on the stage, he started to fight with Jiang Ershi directly.

When the swords connected, the sonorous sound and the gusts of cold wind swept across the entire place, and everyone watched the battle between the two attentively.

No matter in terms of physique, age or even the size of the weapons, Guan Songtao is [-]% better than Jiang Ershi.

But no one is confident that Guan Songtao will win.

In the past two days, every disciple who faced the battle in Tianji Pavilion was shocked to an extent that no one expected.

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion have already achieved their own achievements at a young age.

No one will look down on Tianji Pavilion casually anymore.

The Guanzhong Saber's moves were really fierce, and Jiang Ershi also felt the pressure during the battle.

The battle between the two was very close and inseparable, and each move was very interesting to watch.

Jiang Ershi was able to learn some new moves from the fierce moves of the sword. Finally, with the help of very strong internal force and the support of the Qingshuang Sword, the tip of the sword touched the ground and then flew to the top of Guan Songtao's head.

Then when Guan Songtao swung the sword again, he put away the Qingshuang Sword, pointing the sword at Guan Songtao's face.

Jiang Ershi narrowly won.

Guan Songtao laughed loudly, shouted happily, and walked off the stage with Jiang Ershi.

It was already noon, and as soon as the scene was over, everyone began to slowly disperse for lunch.

The afternoon game came soon. In the morning, it was interrupted by the adult man from the Towering Sword Pavilion. In the afternoon, the Duan Qingshan faction continued to challenge each sect step by step. When the sun was surrounded by a little red, Duan Qingshan A relatively young disciple finally appeared in Qingshan. After taking the stage, he directly announced that he wanted to challenge the Green Bamboo Sword Technique.

Jiang Chacha stretched her neck. The Green Bamboo Villa, which was more mysterious than their Tianji Pavilion, was finally about to appear!

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Not far from the Zhengrong Jiange, a young man in green stood up and walked towards the stage.

"Wow! So handsome!" As soon as Jiang Chacha said, the men around her, big and small, all looked at the young man in green with sullen faces.

His face was as dark as ever, and his eyes were gleaming coldly.

People from other sects around Tianji Pavilion felt a sudden chill coming over their bodies. They felt inexplicable and couldn't help but pull on their clothes.

The voices talking to each other did not stop:

"Alas! Why does this man look so skilled? Do you know what the origin of this kid is?"

"You don't know this person? You are so ignorant!

This young man in green is a genius among the younger generation of Green Bamboo Villa who can master the Green Bamboo Sword Technique to [-]%!He is considered the leader of the younger generation of Green Bamboo Swordsmanship! "

"Huh? So powerful? This is the first time that this young man appears? Wouldn't that be overqualified? The disciple of Duan Qingshan seems to have no reputation, so he is no match for this young man!"

"What kind of boy is this boy? When I tell him his name, you will know who this boy is!

Listen up!This young man in green is the youngest direct disciple of the martial arts leader at Green Bamboo Villa, Ming Daolei! "

"What! He is Ming Daolei! That's really overkill! The Dongrong Ming family is a big family, and Ming Daolei is considered the leader of the younger generation of the Ming family.

But - how do you know so clearly? "

"Aren't you talking nonsense! We are also people who practice swordsmanship. Of course we have studied the swordsmanship sects of the Tiansheng Dynasty! After our research, we admire the green bamboo swordsmanship very much!

Compared with the Green Bamboo Sword Technique, the Zhengrong Sword Technique, which means softness, is very distinctive, while the Green Bamboo Sword Technique means refreshing. "

"Refreshing? What does this mean?"

"It means, it's refreshing and refreshing! No blood will be shed when the sword is passed, this is pure! One sword seals the throat without leaving any trouble, this is refreshing!"

"Oh! You researched it so thoroughly!"

"Of course. Didn't I say that what we admired most before was the Green Bamboo Sword Technique, but today, we have changed. Compared to the Green Bamboo Sword Technique, we have other objects of respect!"

"Oh? Who?"

"Hey - that's right there! The one from Tianji Pavilion!"

"Oh~ I'm also curious when you say that. You said that if the swordsmanship master of Tianji Pavilion is compared with the green bamboo swordsmanship, who can be better?"

"Who knows, but I am still very optimistic about Tianji Pavilion..."

The people on the Jiangcha coffee table also listened to what these people said completely, and at the same time their interest was aroused.

"Second brother! Do you think you can beat this Ming Daolei? I think you can! I'm optimistic about you!"

Jiang Shiyuan had been being guarded by Jiang Wenyuan to prevent him from getting excited and couldn't control himself when he came on stage. At this time, he was a little excited after hearing the discussions of the people around him. He felt itchy and wanted to encourage Jiang Ershi.

At this time, the two people on the stage were already fighting, one with bare hands and the other with advanced swordsmanship.When fighting, they are evenly matched.

Jiang Ershi frowned. Why did he feel that Duan Qingshan's disciple seemed to be deliberately concealing his strength?

Hearing Jiang Shiyuan's voice, Jiang Ershi didn't react much. Even without fighting and just observing with his naked eyes, he could figure out some of the opponent's moves. At this time, he didn't seem eager to see if he could fight.

But soon after, Jiang Ershi felt eager in his heart when he discovered that he was using the Green Bamboo Sword Technique faster and faster because of Ming Daolei, and that he could no longer see his moves clearly with the naked eye.

He suddenly wanted to step forward and compete with Ming Daolei.

Ming Daolei's subtractions on the field were getting faster and faster, but the Duanqingshan disciple was not at all disturbed by Ming Daolei's attacks. He was actually very methodical in dodging and attacking with one move after another!

Anyone who understands now can see that the Duan Qingshan disciple had deliberately concealed his strength in the previous matches.

They all even felt that even when this man was fighting Ming Daolei, he did not show his true strength!

Ming Daolei's sword skills were visibly beginning to panic, and his solemn expression had a hint of clear anger.

Ming Daolei was in disarray, but the disciple of Duan Qingshan seized the opportunity and punched Ming Daolei off the stage.

The Duan Qingshan disciple seemed to have red eyes and followed Ming Daolei down the stage, and then he was about to take action again under the astonished eyes of everyone.

It seemed like there was some kind of hatred between the two of them!

"Du Xinli! Stop!"

A loud shout came from the place where the Green Bamboo Villa faction was located.

The movement of the Duan Qingshan disciple obviously stagnated for a moment, and then he punched directly without flinching, avoiding the sword that Ming Daolei swung out in panic, and landed the heavy fist directly on Ming Daolei's chest.

"Du Xinli!!! How dare you!!!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were split when he saw this scene. When he quickly caught up, he drew his sword and stabbed Du Xinli's chest from behind.

"puff--"

"puff!"

Ming Daolei and Du Xinli vomited blood one after another. When the former saw the middle-aged man stabbing the sword into Du Xinli's chest, his eyes widened with pain and strong complex emotions.

The latter turned around with difficulty, letting the sword circle in his chest, and after spitting out another mouthful of blood, he looked at the middle-aged man with sarcastic eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

That smile, stained with blood, should have been hot, but it made people feel endlessly cold.