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Half a month later, Jiangzuo Cuilan Building, looking down from the tall building, you can see a huge arena, with strong men beating drums to cheer at the four corners, and thunder on the ground.

Today, this place can be regarded as the busiest place in the entire rivers and lakes.

Since Lu Changting, the current leader of the martial arts league, announced ten days ago that he would take advantage of the change of the martial arts league to recruit relatives through martial arts competitions and marry his daughter Lu Fenghe to the winner of the martial arts conference, this place has attracted countless people's attention.

The most eye-catching thing is that as the dowry of the beloved daughter, Zhou Renfeng's weapon, the Zanpakuto, which was the number one sword in the world in the past, will be presented.

Fighting downstairs, swords and swords.

Upstairs is talking and laughing, very leisurely.

Ye Zhuchen changed into a white brocade suit, tied his hair with a jade crown, and sat by the window, flipping through the latest vernacular in his hand.Behind him were two young girls, one in green clothes, with a gentle smile; the other in a long autumn-colored dress, charming and affectionate.

Except for Ye Zhuchen, all the people sitting in the lobby are the heads of the various sects. Those who can stand here are also the most elite disciples in the sect except those who go out to compete.

Whenever the sound of drumming paused, someone hurried in to report the situation of the battle, and now the last second round of the day just ended: "After another round of writing tests, there are still 16 people left. Brother Shaolin Liaoshan was sent by Tianshan to Chen Senior Brother Yu was defeated, but fortunately, it was enough. Next, Senior Brother Chen should face Luo Qianjun from the Shangqingcheng faction... He Shaoxia from the Fusongjian faction was the first to win."

The head of Shaolin slightly shook his head, still benevolent.

Daoist Songling, the leader of the Fusong Sword Sect, smiled lightly, straightened his back, and naturally expressed a trace of satisfaction.Even if the current power of the Wulin League is not as strong as before, in name it still commands the sects of the world.His younger generation of disciples are so outstanding, they are naturally worthy of pride.

The heads of nearly thirty sects present were slightly moved. The two disciples of the Tianshan School and the Qingcheng School had long been known as chivalrous men, and they were also the best of the younger generation, so they met in advance.

"Xia He." A gorgeous and lazy voice suddenly sounded, and the young man in white didn't seem to be aware of the existence of other people, and said something that had nothing to do with the martial arts conference, "Suddenly I want to eat osmanthus cake."

The green-clothed girl behind her smiled brightly: "Your maidservant will do it right away."

The leader of the Flying Tiger Gang who came last had a twitch of veins on his forehead, and he slapped the table: "His grandma's! Since I don't know where this bitch-like kid came from! What are you afraid of doing! This is the place of the Wulin League!" ! Not all noble young masters can come!"

Wu Linmeng had already paid out his wallet and went down the entire Cuilan Tower, but Ye Zhuchen still walked in ostentatiously.Occupied the best position, but didn't take a look at the fighting situation downstairs, holding the scriptures, it was clearly an insult to the martial arts conference.

However, the shopkeeper's explanation made them helpless.

The reason why this handsome young man can't be driven away is because ten days ago, this young man bought the Cuilan Building with 3000 taels of gold and has become the owner of the place.

When Ye Zhuchen heard the words, he just looked at the leader of the Feihu Gang with a half-smile.

The girl in the autumn-colored dress behind said: "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"We are here to watch the martial arts conference! It is the imperial court, and you have to be polite to the martial arts league! Tell your son not to be ignorant, and leave early, otherwise be careful, my old iron sword has no eyes!"

The girl smiled and asked, "Are you threatening my son?"

The leader of the Feihu Gang snorted coldly: "So what?"

The girl stopped laughing suddenly, she raised a pair of delicate and white hands, and at the fingertips there was a small maple leaf-like knife, which was extremely sharp, and sighed: "Anyone who threatens my son should die."

As soon as the words fell, the knife was already shot.The small knife in the shape of a maple leaf spun rapidly in the air, skipping in an arc.

The head of the Flying Tiger Gang opened his eyes wide and saw the direction of the flying knife clearly. He raised the broad knife to block the flying sharp weapon, but only heard a clear sound, and the maple leaf knife had already cut the big man's throat.

At the same time as the blood gushed out, the three-inch-thick broadsword was severed abruptly and hit the ground with a loud bang.

The leader of the Flying Tiger Gang fell, everything happened so fast, the disciples behind him hadn't reacted yet, they were frightened and froze on the spot.

Except for the master and servant by the window, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Ye Zhuchen frowned, almost disapproving of the girl's behavior, "Qiuye, you are too capricious."

Qiu Ye smiled softly: "The master taught me the lesson."

However, Ye Zhuchen immediately revealed the matter, as if he suddenly remembered something: "When will Dongshuang come back?"

Qiu Ye said: "Today's competition is the last round, so it's time to come."

Hearing their words, the expression of the head of the Fusong Sword Sect changed again.Just now, this autumn-colored girl's attack was extremely ruthless, a small knife can exert such power, and he thinks that he does not have such internal strength.If the Dongshuang they are talking about has such strength... He feels very bad, because the opponent of the next round of competition for his disciple He Qingfeng is called Dongshuang.

Although the Martial Arts Conference stipulates that there is a limit, and there are a few seniors with strong martial arts skills to protect both sides from accidents during the martial arts competition, but if that Dong Shuang is as ruthless as the autumn leaves just now, I am afraid that He Qingfeng will be in danger.

Thinking of this, Taoist Master Songling stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I haven't asked the two masters where to go?"

Ye Zhuchen gave a serious look this time, as if his interest had been aroused: "Fusong Sword School?"

If he remembered correctly, the Wulin League besieged the Zhou Mansion four years ago. This sect worked very hard and had a lot of grudges with Zhou Chuze.

"Exactly."

"I'm not good at learning, so I dare not report myself as my teacher, and discredit my master." Ye Zhuchen blinked, "Qiuye and Dongshuang are both my maids, and they have learned a little rough kung fu from me, so they can be counted as my disciples... Well , what sect was Dongshuang called when he signed up?"

Qiu Ye smiled and said, "The Insect Gate."

Ye Zhuchen nodded, and said seriously: "Well, it's the Xi Chong Sect."

All the people present were well-known and respected in the Jianghu, and everyone's faces became even more ugly when they heard the words.Insect gate?Who is playing?Who is the worm?This young man is really arrogant.

Daoist Songling gritted his teeth and said, "The leader of the Feihu Gang is a generation of heroes, shouldn't your excellency give us an explanation?" Since he has spoken out today, even if he is not familiar with the Feihu Gang, he still has to save face for Feihu. Ask for an explanation.

"Oh." Ye Zhuchen said lightly, "I have already taught my subordinates a lesson."

when?

Everyone was very angry, could it be the sentence "You are too willful" just now?

—What kind of lesson?

Qiu Ye glanced at everyone present with her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "Whoever dares to threaten the master will deserve to die, not to mention that man just said that swords and guns have no eyes, and their skills are inferior to others. It is purely self-inflicted."

A disciple of the Flying Tiger Gang clenched his fists angrily, and roared: "The martial arts competition in the martial arts conference is only available, so don't bully others too much!"

Ye Zhuchen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Too much deceit? It's a fresh idea, but... I don't like it."

Before everyone could understand what he meant, another cold light flashed, and the disciple who questioned him just now fell down, with blood gurgling down his throat, and soon gathered a small puddle on the ground.

The entire lobby was suddenly silent.

Taoist Songling shuddered in his heart, because he was also terrified by such a vicious attack.However, the extremely martial arts Taishan Beidou and Shaolin Wudang who were present at the scene all had bad expressions, and it seemed that they could not continue to stand by.

With a little confidence in his heart, he forced himself to calm down and said, "Your Excellency is doing this, but you want to make an enemy of this martial arts?"

"I don't dare." The young man in white seemed to be a little puzzled, "Could it be that the king's law is still used to kill someone in the Jianghu? My family's Qiuye is just to vent my anger. Whoever has the best martial arts will survive. It's not normal. Is it? All of you present, which one of your subordinates has not lost dozens of lives, is it true that every single one of you who died under your command is an unforgivable crime?"

Shaolin Master Wujing said: "The benefactor is very cruel."

Ye Zhuchen said calmly: "Being cruel is better than being kind."

As soon as these words came out, Master Wu Jing didn't say a word, but just sat down silently.

Wudang Hongqing real person said: "The rivers and lakes have their own rules."

Ye Zhuchen sneered: "I just act according to the rules of the rivers and lakes. You are standing in my place now. I am in my own place, but someone wants to drive me away. Is it my fault first? Since the fault is not mine, everything It’s all his own fault.”

This reminded everyone present that the Cuilan Building is the place for the handsome young man in front of him.What's more, one of his maids is so powerful after only learning some superficial kung fu from him. If you think about it, this person's ability is even more unfathomable.

Master Hongqing of Wudang also sat down with a livid face.

The two leading martial arts sects both expressed their opinions, and Taoist Songling saw the sharp teeth of young people, so naturally he didn't dare to be a leader again, and everyone soon became quiet.

Not long after, the girl in green came back with a plate of soft and fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Now it is the spring of March, and you can get preserved sweet-scented osmanthus casually, which shows that the young man is indeed handsome enough, and he is a master who can spend a lot of money .

Ye Zhuchen enjoyed the beauty's service, slowly swallowed two slices of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, drank two more sips of tea, and continued to flip through the storybook with a bored expression.

Fortunately, the final round of competition soon had the first result.

The first person to come this time was not the disciple who had reported, but a plain-clothed girl with no expression on her delicate face and a pair of knives tied around her waist. She strode in and finally stood behind Ye Zhuchen.

"Master, Dongshuang is back." Qiuye said with a smile.

"Won?"

Dongshuang said: "Yes."

Daoist Songling's heart suddenly rose, and he couldn't help but look at Ye Zhuchen, just in time to meet the young man's half-smiling gaze.

"Have you ever hurt someone?"

Dongshuang said coldly: "I only need his arm."

He Qingfeng, who is already quite famous among the younger generation of disciples, is the next head of the Fusong Sword Sect, who lost an arm just like that?However, the young man in white and the maid beside him have given everyone too many surprises today, and it seems that it is not particularly difficult to accept the news.

Ye Zhuchen nodded: "Okay, then let's go eat."

that's it?

Everyone watched the young man lead the three maids away, and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with only two slices was still on the table.

Not long after, the disciple who came to report came trembling. He seemed to be terrified: "Senior Brother He's entire arm was cut off...the blood can't stop...he's about to die..."

What a vicious shot.

Daoist Songling felt his eyes go dark, and he was about to faint. That was his most proud disciple!

At this moment, someone shouted again in surprise: "It's him! I know who he is! It's the man four years ago! It's the man who rescued Young Master Zhou and burned 37 lives in the mourning hall!"