Jianling

Shen Zhongxuan was hurt too badly, Meng Xing ordered him to abstain and was about to face Feng Qiong in the next game, the ranking was finally set at 81, and Feng Qiong also entered the top 11 this time because of his abstention-as for Shi Lian, it was still the top [-]. Maintaining his slightly better style of miserable victory, he ranked No.[-].

Seven days have passed, and the second round of the Sword Trial is just around the corner.

Shi Lian had made an agreement with Feng Lin a long time ago, Shen Shenxuan was exhausted, so she could only find Meng Xing, so on the first day of the second round, Shi Lian went to the ten seats in front of everyone and made a line of Buddhist salutes, smiling like a spring breeze: " The little monk is bold, please enlighten me, all benefactors."

Meng Xing hummed a little song nonchalantly, and turned his eyes lightly to Feng Henwan, so the other eight people also subconsciously looked at Feng Henwan. According to the usual practice, the top ten contests have to go up in order.

Shi Lian was full of ambition, and the audience waited and watched, but Meng Xing bowed his head and sipped his tea, as motionless as a mountain.

Shi Lian, who turned out to be a prodigy, will definitely clean up the top eleven, and I'm afraid it is possible to enter the top five.

Song Mingting had already swiped his name lightly on the list, and then circled Shi Lian's Zen sect.After this battle, everyone from the rookies to the century-old four sects will look at Shi Lian and Shi Lian Zen School with admiration and stand ready.

Shilian Zen School may flourish in this hands.The requirement to become a great sect is not difficult, and the four major sects are nothing more than someone who can be listed in the top ten. If Shi Lian can enter the top ten in one fell swoop, and then clean up the atmosphere of the Zen sect, I am afraid that it will become a five major sect in the future.

...But why is Feng Henwan the tenth stopper?

Song Mingting sighed, Shi Lian was born at an untimely time, if he was born at the end of the Tongbeishan Rebellion, or after Feng Henwan had died...it would be a pity.

The outcome is too straightforward.

Everyone thinks so, but they have their own judgments.

Song Mingting held the battle in person, and everyone held their breaths to concentrate, only to see Feng Henwan get up unsteadily, and saluted the air with fists, Meng Xing said softly, "Left."

Feng Henwan sneered, turned around and did not salute again, Shi Lian boasted of being merciful and tolerant, and bowed slightly to pay respects to him in a good-natured way—however, after bending down, she never came back straight.

Holding the pearl in Shi Lian's hand, Shi Lian was flying fast, but saw Feng Henwan raised his hand slightly, palm down, pressing lightly like a joke, Shi Lian's face suddenly lost color, Feng Henwan didn't seem to notice the cold sweat on his forehead, he was still smiling He asked, "Did it fall?"

Meng Xing answered him loudly: "It's still not good."

Feng Henwan nodded calmly, turned to Meng Xing and smiled, "Hey, your internal strength is really good, no wonder you can beat your apprentice to the ground."

The two of them exchanged answers smoothly, as if they couldn't see the ugly faces of the people around them. Feng Henwan had turned his palms into fingers, and all the pressure was concentrated on Shi Lian. There was still someone in the audience who couldn't hold back the gushing blood. Only then did Shi Lian finally cough up a mouthful of blood, kneel down on one knee, and slammed it hard on the bluestone martial arts platform.

Yan Huansheng, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the battle, suddenly raised his hand and wiped his fingertips on his lips, wiping off a little blood. Wen Meixun and Song Zhubo also frowned, their faces pale as paper.

Just watching from the sidelines, they were already suffering so much, which shows how difficult it must be for Shi Lian who was targeted by Feng Henwan.

Shi Lian originally had a gentle and gentle face, but now his face was flushed, his veins were exposed, and blood poured out uncontrollably from between his tightly closed lips. Not to mention fighting back, he could hardly even raise his palm.

Xiao Tongbei's hand on the sword trembled slightly, only from Feng Henwan's seemingly inexhaustible internal force, it can be deduced that he is not as good as Feng Henwan—then why did Feng Henwan take the initiative at that time? Tell him where Meng Xing is?

"Little monk, you are not bad." Feng Henwan said suddenly, his face was still covered with a black cloth, but his lips were raised, and he smiled, "Do you think that I am standing out for Young Master Shen?"

Shi Lian felt that the pressure on her body was slightly relieved, and when she saw Feng Henwan's mocking smile again, he relied on his profound internal skills, and never paid attention to the so-called top ten in the world, only thought that he could be him now The opponent's younger generation is no more than Bi Wu Wu Wu Ding Jian, even Feng Lin has to be inferior to him by three points, as for the old man of Wu Ti Yue Bai sword master's generation, he has long ignored him - let alone a mere flower picker old blind man?

What a mistake.Feng Henwan is the real number one in the world!

"Young monk...don't dare."

Feng Henwan smiled unabated: "You guessed it right. You must remember that it is not I who want to bully you, it is the fake Taoist surnamed Meng who paid me to not be lenient."

Meng Xing chimed in with a smile on his face, "That's right, there's soju for seven cents and one tael."

Feng Henwan pointed at Meng Xing with one free hand, and Meng Xing immediately flicked his sleeves and jumped, the chair he was sitting on was instantly wiped out.

"Are you still fighting?" Feng Henwan leaned towards him and counted with him slowly, "If I let you go, you will be beaten all over the place by the Drunken Sword. I'm not scaring you. I don't like you." Drunken Sword is the one who uses knives and guns, but he draws his sword when he meets anyone, I like to be gentle, like now, Drunken Sword likes to poke people's holes, if you don't pay attention, you will lose your life, and you will have a bruised nose and a swollen face, the appearance of death is ugly."

Shi Lian is a genius born in Futu, even the previous Shi Lian was definitely no match for him, because of this, Shi Lian never thought that she would be treated as a plaything and humiliated like being crushed, but he has a firm heart, Facing the difficulties, he retreated, and while Feng Henwan was talking to him, Feng Lin slightly turned away from the corner of the eye, Feng Lin also felt uncomfortable, and also nodded to him with a face like gold paper.

Shi Lian clasped her hands together, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's not as good as a monk."

The pressure plummeted.

Feng Henwan smiled brightly, and flicked his hair at Daoist Qing Zheng vigorously: "Brother Song, I am the one who won."

Song Mingting: "...I'm here. Don't take this opportunity to play hooligans on Taoist Lord."

The top ten in the arena has not changed for several years, and Feng Henwan could still be seen panting and bleeding and sweating a few times before, and he narrowly won every time, so everyone only regarded him as dying, and never took it to heart.Seeing him bullying Shi Lian like this now, I suddenly realized, no wonder the top ten has not changed for so many years, it turned out that this guy closed the top ten door, unless after the meeting, the original top ten loses his life and waits for someone to replace him. I'm afraid the top ten will have to be so conservative for a long time.

Shi Lian's defeat was too appalling, so even if the top [-] could challenge the top [-], it was an eggplant that had been beaten like frost after this battle, quietly wilting.

The second round ended hastily, and everyone's focus changed from how well Shi Lian could finish to why Feng Henwan didn't beat Xiao Tongbei.

Cen Mu was even more stunned, chattering to share with his brother Shen who was bedridden, Shen Zhongxuan was weak and frail, blindly listening and blindly reading his own book while lying on the bed.

"Tomorrow is the third round. The flower pickers are so powerful, will they hit your master?" Cen Mu clenched his fist nervously, worrying about the world, "Oh, but even the tenth is so powerful, the beauty is the Taoist priest. Isn't it more powerful?"

Zhong Xuan said leisurely: "No."

"How can the priest be in the ninth place?"

"...He," Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyes solemnly, and said seriously, "Cheating on beauty."

It was rare for Meng Xing, who was cheating on beauty, not to accompany his precious apprentice, sitting in the court drinking with Feng Henwan.Feng Henwan's martial arts are superb, which is known all over the world, but to what extent, few people know.

He seems to be nothing more than that.

He is not young anymore, he is still blind, and he is drunk for twelve hours a day, at least ten hours.It can be said that he has no ability, but he is firmly in the top ten. It is said that he is strong enough, but he is just the tip of the tail in the top ten.Compared with his martial arts, people always prefer those rumors about his romance.

God treated this genius preferentially. He entered the top 17 at the age of [-]. In that age where heroes gathered, old monsters flocked in groups, and new knights kept coming in groups. Except for Baopu Zishouzhenjun, two amazing talents, Blood Guanyin committed a heinous crime , if there are any young people who can make people shine, only this flower picker who comes and goes is a mystery.

The memory of the world is always good and bad. They remember Shou Zhenjun's sword and Xiaohe's bloody rivers and lakes. The young man wields a sword and a white horse, carries wine in exchange for flowers, his eyes are like spring stars, and he swears with a light smile: "Shou Zhenjun will definitely look at me with admiration in the coming year!"

Not to mention that Feng Henwan kowtowed three times in front of Tongbei Mountain after Shouzhenjun's death.

"Shou Zhenjun treats me like a personal disciple, I hate Wanding and will never forget my teacher's kindness throughout my life."

When ranked tenth, he wished to live tenth forever.

"Feng Qingchen's life spanned just over [-] years. To see Shouzhenjun's demeanor, these eyes are already lucky for three lifetimes."

After the incident with Sad Mountain, Xiao Shuhua's vitality was seriously injured, he just leaned on the head of the bed, and he didn't see the glory of the past at all. He seemed to be dying, but he refused to show weakness. Remember back then when it was one out of ten."

"These eyes remember."

Xiao Shuhua smiled, stretched out his hand to him, and said softly: "Your eyes are indeed beautiful, why don't you give it to me as a souvenir?"

Feng Qingchen was not surprised, nor was he afraid, he just looked at it for a long time, making sure that he had engraved Xiao Shuhua's appearance in his heart, and then bowed long, calmly as usual: "Qingchen obeys orders."

Meng Xing propped his head up, looking sleepy and ignorant, but his eyes were still clear, he gently swirled the sake in his glass, and said slowly, "No regrets?"

"I'm sorry." Feng Henwan drank the wine in the cup with his neck up, and said drunkenly, "You, you and Tongbei are still too young...they are dead, this seat, this seat You two cannot be bullied."

Meng Xing responded, and filled him up again: "Does Xiao Tongbei know your intentions?"

"When I was looking for Shou Zhenjun... hiccup, Tong Bei went to his senior brother's grave... don't let him know." Feng Henwan glanced at him, "You are different, you are a ghost Clever, if this seat is really, really gone, you can't suffer. Same sorrow, same sorrow is too decent, and you are as virtuous as your shameless master... one force will drop ten times, haha , you say, how can this kind of thing work now? The imperial court...that team...watched eagerly, openly and secretly..."

Meng Xing let out a low sigh, and saw Feng Henwan leaning over the desk again, with flowers falling on the top of his hair, Meng Xing stretched out his hand to brush it away, Feng Henwan said, "Don't touch it."

"The sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees, all have feelings."

Feng Henwan's voice was muffled: "It's just that he has no feelings for me...don't blame him."

Meng Xing silently opened the flower, and said softly, "Brother Hean Wan, you are drunk."

Feng Henwan shook his head, and asked with the strength of alcohol, "I will be your master in the next life?"

Meng Xing said nothing.

"Will he just take another look at this seat?"

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