Help, the male protagonist wants to attack me

Song Qinghe was very excited along the way, "I heard that Wen Lixuan will also participate in this arena."

"Who is Wen Lixuan?"

Hearing that An Siyuan didn't know who Wen Lixuan was, Song Qinghe was astonished as if he saw a monster.

"He is Cang Yunding's elder brother, and his martial arts are extremely high among the younger generation. Of course, he is not only strong in martial arts, but also has an excellent character. I heard that he is also very handsome." Song Qing and Seldom are so beaming , like a little fanboy.

"I've been talking about it for a long time, and you haven't seen it at all." An Siyuan didn't expect to have "fans" here, and thought it was a little funny, "Then you will go to participate too?"

"I'm sure I can't. Eldest brother's feet are almost healed. He intends to see them."

"Then when the time comes, will you cheer for your big brother or Wen Lixuan?"

"Of course it's my elder brother."

Talking and laughing all the way to the registration place, it can be described as a sea of ​​people, most of them know that the big disciples in the sect must be the ones who can make the final decision, they all have the attitude of trying their skills, An Siyuan saw this Eager to try, he dragged Ye Zhiqian to sign up.

"What is the second brother doing?" Ye Zhiqian was dragged away by him because he didn't know.

"Sign up for you. With your current strength, sweeping the younger generation is easier than drinking water."

Ye Zhiqian stopped immediately upon hearing the words, "I won't go."

"Why?" An Siyuan was puzzled. According to the routine, in such a grand gathering of martial arts, it must be the moment when the male protagonist shines. Isn't the correct plot that Ye Zhiqian sweeps the army and dominates the show?

"The purpose of my coming is to catch Chengkang and return your innocence. I'm not interested in the rest." Ye Zhiqian stayed where he was, and now An Siyuan didn't move a muscle no matter how much he pulled.

"Oh! You will regret it!" An Siyuan was extremely helpless. Since he lost the perspective of God, he didn't know what would happen after this, but the hero refused to participate in the martial arts meeting, which was obviously wrong.

"Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't want to stand out, what do top martial arts learners do? They have to be appreciated and known, right?" An Siyuan continued to persuade without giving up, Ye Zhiqian's attitude was also extremely firm,

"I like to practice martial arts, but I only practice martial arts to eliminate the strong and help the weak, and protect those who want to protect. I don't care about fame and wealth."

"You're just too young!" An Siyuan was so angry that he wanted to punch him awake, but there was nothing he could do.

There was a sudden commotion around him, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and then there was a lot of discussion, An Siyuan listened for a while, it turned out that it was Wen Lixuan who came, he was also quite curious about what this famous person looked like, and pulled Ye Zhi Qian squeezed to the front.

The crowd gradually gave way, and a man walked from far to near in the middle. He was tall and tall, and his eyes were like bright stars. He was indeed a handsome man. Even if such a man was placed among so many people , is still the focus of the crowd.

However, An Siyuan was very dissatisfied in his heart. Wen Lixuan in the original book was just a supporting role in the [-]th line. He didn't remember this character at all. Imposing manner, although the adjectives are not necessarily positive, but his handsomeness is definitely in the top few. Ever since he put on this ugly human skin mask, he has also disappeared among the crowd.

low profile!An Siyuan silently comforted himself that gold will shine one day.

Since Ye Zhiqian didn't participate, the two of them had nothing to see. After returning home, Qu Yanchen was still fixing his medicinal materials, so An Siyuan leaned over,

"Do you know Wen Lixuan?"

When Qu Yanchen heard this name, his hands suddenly froze for just a moment, so fast that no one noticed.

"know."

"So you all know that he is so famous. I heard that they will start fighting in three days. Do you want to go and see?" An Siyuan asked casually, and according to Qu Yanchen's temperament, he must have refused.

"go."

An Siyuan's eyes widened in shock, did he hear correctly?

"The boss is finally a little popular." He was very pleased.

The three days passed quickly. In these three nights, Ye Zhiqian went out twice, An Siyuan went out once, and touched the Xuanyuan faction all over the place, but they never found any trace of Cheng Kang.

"He can really hide." An Siyuan sighed, but he sorted out the clues about Cheng Kang in the past few days, trying to analyze this character,

"Chengkang's martial arts are very good, but his lightness skills are mediocre and he doesn't know how to use poison, which is exactly what we are good at."

"That's why there is a definite plan in the dark. Although he is cunning, as long as we are of the same mind, we don't need to be afraid of him."

An Siyuan concealed Cheng Kang's relationship with him and the old monster worshiping the moon. He didn't know whether he should talk about it. After all, worshiping the moon killed many people, and many sects had deep hatred against him. It can be said that both humans and gods are indignant, if people know that he is Bai Yue's apprentice, then no one will believe that he is innocent.

"Let's go, it's very lively outside. I heard that the group arena has already started." When the three arrived at the venue, it was really crowded. Since there were too many people participating, they drew lots and divided them into five groups.

"Hey, there's still an audition here." An Siyuan muttered, and grabbed the person next to him, "Brother, do you know which arena is the most interesting?"

"Brother, you are asking the right person. There are five arenas of gold, wood, water, fire, and soil, and the most interesting ones are the three of gold, wood, and fire."

"Oh why?"

"The golden ring includes Ling Yun from the Linglong School, Qi Haochen from Cangyunding, and Xu Zhouyuan from the Xuanyuan School. The wooden ring includes Chu Siheng from the Heshan School and Song Linzhang from the Seven Star Pavilion. As for the Fire Ring, Wen Lixuan, whom many people are optimistic about this time, is Among them." This person introduced them one by one like a few treasures, and then lowered his voice, "Who are you planning to bet, brother?"

"Bet who? What do you mean?"

"Of course it's a bet on who will win the ring. This time, the single-player ring is all from the disciples of various factions. In the past, there was no such good opportunity to become famous. Although most of them are made up, but I just gave you The ones mentioned are all favorites to win the championship."

"Oh? Brother, you have a good brain, so who is betting the most now?"

"Of course it's Wen Lixuan, and of course there will be a dark horse if it's not guaranteed."

"Then I'll..." Ye Zhiqian suddenly grabbed the hand that was taking out the money, "Why are you arresting me?"

"Second brother, don't gamble."

An Siyuan smiled helplessly, "You are too serious, forget it, since my brother won't let me bet, I won't bet, thank you brother."

"Who were you going to bet just now?" Qu Yanchen asked suddenly.

"Wen Lixuan, everyone is optimistic about it for a reason."

"He? Huh..."

The sudden sneer aroused An Siyuan's interest, "You know him?"

"How could I know him, I just think he looks vain."

"The hero sees the same thing, and I also think he looks a bit unbeatable. I heard that Shen Cong is in the water, let's go and have a look."

In fact, there are too many people in the ring now, some of them are simply vulnerable, and it is really nothing to watch. Although Shen Cong's martial arts are not top-notch, he has entered the third round with steady fighting. 20 people will be selected to participate in the final competition.

"I'm afraid I'm going to make a few people laugh today." Shen Cong knew that he would stop here, and laughed at himself.

"Where, brother Shen, don't destroy your ambition, your martial arts are also quite good." Ye Zhiqian said sincerely.

"Next group, Qingyunwu Shen Cong vs Linglong faction Mo Ziheng!"

"It's up to me." Shen Cong tidied up and went up to the ring. Both of them knew the importance of this competition, and they were ready for battle.

The atmosphere in the arena was tense, but there was a lot of discussion in the arena. Everyone thought that there was no suspense. Although the little-known Shen Cong was considered a good player, after all, he had limited teachers, so he definitely had no chance of winning against the disciples of the Linglong Sect.

The two of them stood still in the arena, and there was silence. Suddenly, a howl of swords pierced the condensed air. Mo Ziheng took the lead to draw the sword, and aimed straight at Shen Cong's face. Shen Cong's eyes never left Mo Ziheng's sword. His hand leaned sideways the moment he moved, not only dodged the sword, but also slashed across Mo Ziheng's arm with his backhand. It's a pity that Mo Ziheng was also extremely dexterous, and he raised his body just by raising his breath slightly. Half an inch, barely dodged the blow.

This scene made the onlookers hold their breath, and An Siyuan resisted the urge to applaud, for fear of affecting Shen Cong.

Mo Ziheng originally thought that this match should be an easy victory. Qingyunwu, a small school that he had never heard of, could produce any masters. Only after trying to find out that the other party should not be underestimated.

There will be a competition later, Mo Ziheng doesn't want to waste his energy on him, and strives for a quick battle, so he raises his sword again, this time he dances his moves airtightly, intending to use a fast attack to make Shen Cong unable to hold back and lose quickly .

And Shen Cong thought this was his last competition, so he went all out in order not to regret it. Although he was struggling, he fought hard, and Mo Ziheng couldn't help him for a while.

Gradually, Mo Ziheng's forehead was already covered with fine sweat. He couldn't sustain such an intense offensive for too long. Would it be a joke if he couldn't take Shen Cong down? He will suffer a loss in the next competition. Thinking of this, he raised his left hand upwards, and seemed to be groping for something at the cuff.

Everyone was attracted by the sword, light and sword, and no one noticed this subtle movement. Only Ye Zhiqian frowned, and saw that he who was originally under the ring suddenly got up with his skills, and rushed towards the ring with lightning speed. Lightly dodging from the sword shadows of the two, when he stood still, a bluish silver needle soaked in poison was clamped between his fingers. If it was pierced, it would definitely be poisoned.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and there was no time to stop Ye Zhiqian from taking the stage, but when they saw what he was holding, everyone was in an uproar.

"What's going on, I didn't see clearly."

"Mo Ziheng is playing tricks."

"Who is this person? Haven't you seen him participate in the ring, have you? The Qinggong has such good eyesight!"

On the stage, Mo Ziheng's face darkened in an instant. He prepared the silver needle because the hidden weapon is hidden and it is not easy to be found after it enters the body. Although the poison can make people instantly paralyzed, it will not kill people. I thought it was The foolproof move was unexpectedly broken by a stranger in the audience, and now that he was exposed in full view, how could he have the face to continue the competition, and he threw away his sword and left in resentment.

Shen Cong was also covered in cold sweat and was very scared. His attention was all on his moves, and he never thought of guarding against the opponent's tricks.

"I thank Brother Liu for saving my life."

Seeing that the silver needle was poisonous, Ye Zhiqian immediately discarded it, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Shen, you are welcome, I happened to see it too."

Seeing this scene, An Siyuan couldn't help sighing, it really is gold that will shine sooner or later, but obviously the gold is not him.