What happened? Why did it end so suddenly?

They've just drawn their swords! They haven't seen enough!

"Aren't people standing?"

"Yeah, did you hit the wrong gong?"

"Without the signal from the Council of Elders, who would dare to ring the gong?"

This situation was the same as the one between the heir of the Jin family and the Holy Lady of Red Lotus, leaving many people completely confused.

"Can you tell who won?"

"I don't know. Neither of them moved. It's like they were fixed there!"

"Marquis Zi Yi must have won!"

"That's right, Duanmu Yun is no match for the Purple-Robed Marquis! The Purple-Robed Marquis beat him half to death without drawing his sword, so what will happen if he draws his sword?"

"That's right! No one has ever won the swordsmanship of Hidden Sword Villa!"

The man in white in the crowd said calmly: "Duanmu Yun won."

A disciple from a certain sect nearby asked, "What are you talking about? Can you read it?"

The man in white said nothing and turned and walked away.

"cut."

The disciple rolled his eyes and was about to shout "The Purple-Robed Marquis is mighty" when he heard someone shout, "Look!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw sticky blood dripping between Duanmu Yun and Zi Yi Hou.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.

Each drop, as heavy as a thousand pounds, hit the stage and also hit everyone's hearts.

The arena, which was bustling with people just now, suddenly became silent.

"you……"

Marquis Ziyi looked at Wei Ting in disbelief, loosened his sword in his hand weakly, and fell to the ground with a thud.

“Hiss—”

There were gasps all around! The Purple-Robed Marquis who fell down was actually the Purple-Robed Marquis! Wei Ting was covered in blood.

It wasn't his own. It was the moment when Marquis Zi Yi fell to the ground that the long sword was pulled out of his body, and a blood blade splashed out.

Wei Ting lightly wiped the blood from his chin with his thumb.

A simple action, but it reveals endless dominance and sharpness.

He is very young, even younger than Marquis Ziyi.

In his eyes, there is a greater ambition than that of Marquis Zi Yi.

From the heir of the Jin family to Duanmu Yun, everyone has made mistakes again and again, and they are almost questioning their lives.

"I can understand how the heir of the Jin family defeated the Red Lotus Saint. It was the Snow Region Heavenly Silkworm Silk. But how did Duanmu Yun defeat the Purple Robe Marquis?"

That move was so fast and fierce that few of them, the disciples and wanderers who could not sit on the viewing platform, could understand it.

"Eh? Where's that guy just now? The one who said Duanmu Yun won, he must have understood it!"

"I'm leaving."

The big guys on the viewing platform could naturally understand where Duanmu Yun won.

In terms of martial arts and internal strength, he and Marquis Zi Yi are not on the same level.

The reason why he was able to suppress the Purple-Robed Marquis just now was entirely due to his understanding of the Purple-Robed Marquis' weaknesses. Once he lost this advantage, he would have no chance of winning.

His victory was beyond everyone's expectations.

But after seeing that sword, they felt that Marquis Zi Yi’s defeat was not unfair.

"quick."

Qi Yao said.

It's very fast.

It makes people feel that he has spent his entire life practicing only this one sword.

Of course Wei Ting practiced more than just sword skills. He knew many diverse moves. Otherwise, how could they be used on the battlefield?

But Qi Yao's judgment was not entirely wrong, because Wei Ting only practiced this sword for a full ten years from the age of three to thirteen.

A hint of complexity flashed across Wei Xu's eyes.

He recognized this sword... he was the one who taught him.

Wei Ting showed an amazing gift for memory since he was young. At the age of three, he could recognize more words than his brothers, and he could recite Thousand Character Classic and Three Character Classic by heart.

It was rare for the Wei family to have someone who could study, so naturally they cultivated him with great care.

But three-year-old Wei Ting was very envious when he saw his brothers practicing martial arts, so he asked, "Can I learn?"

Wei Xu thought he was just having fun. After all, this kid loved studying so much, how could he love wielding swords and guns? He just taught him a sword.

"Why only one sword?"

"One sword is enough."

He was just teasing him, thinking that once he was no longer interested, he would stop practicing.

"This move... I have never seen it before." Su Xiaoxiao murmured.

The Palace Master exclaimed: "A sword that has reached the pinnacle of perfection."

If he had used it to deal with Qi Jue Tongzi that night, I'm afraid Qi Jue Tongzi would have suffered a great loss.

The Elders Council declared Duanmu Yun the winner.

Wei Ting was neither arrogant nor impatient, and walked off the stage calmly and calmly.

"Others who win have to show off their Qinggong skills on the spot. Master Duanmu is really low-key."

"I declare that my impression of him has changed."

"Not putting on airs, not seeking attention, this is the kind of martial arts genius that we in the martial arts world should be proud of."

Amidst a chorus of praise, Wei Ting walked steadily back to the viewing platform of Baihua Palace.

Everyone's eyes followed him.

The palace master raised his hand and waved, lowering the wooden curtains that were rolled up on all four sides.

There are two layers of curtains on the viewing platform. The wooden curtains are highly concealed, so outsiders cannot see in and they cannot see out.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the wooden curtain is rolled up, leaving only the bead curtain for symbolic isolation.

The light in the viewing platform suddenly dimmed.

Wei Ting could no longer hold on, and his knees weakened and he fell down.

Wei Xu quickly supported his son.

Wei Ting held back his voice and didn't make any sound.

Xing'er opened her eyes wide in fear, but didn't say a word.

Lu Aotian: "You——"

Xing'er grabbed a handful of candy beans and stuffed them into his mouth!

Su Xiaoxiao's expression froze and she quickly took out the first aid kit.

Wei Xu helped his son sit down next to Su Xiaoxiao.

The Palace Master shouted, "Why did you do such a cruel thing? You've got yourself covered in blood. Hurry up and change your clothes!"

Su Xiaoxiao unbuttoned Wei Ting's clothes: "Xing'er, take the blue clothes."

Xing Er cooperated and said, "Miss! I forgot to bring the blue one!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Wei Ting's bruised waist and abdomen and frowned, "Then just choose any one! Hurry up, the next one will be played soon, don't miss it!"

Xing Er: "I'll look for it!"

The ghost woman felt Wei Ting's pulse and whispered, "You were injured by the sword energy of the Purple-Robed Marquis. Also, you were seriously damaged. Did you kill the enemy or yourself with this sword?"

This sword comes at a price.

It is extremely powerful, but after using it, one will immediately fall into a state of exhaustion.

So Wei Ting rarely uses it.

"Is my son-in-law okay?" Xing'er asked in a low voice.

Something has happened to my brother-in-law, what should I do, young lady?

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie eagerly: "Granny."

Granny Nie reluctantly took out a bottle of pills.

Lost four thousand taels.

I don’t want to give it, not at all.

A quarter of an hour later, the Palace Master asked Lingyin to roll up the curtain.

The strong smell of healing medicine wafted out.

When everyone looked towards the viewing platform of Baihua Palace again, Wei Ting had already sat upright, and Su Xiaoxiao was applying golden wound medicine to the wound at the corner of his mouth.

"Husband, remember to avoid my face next time."

"You've already used half a bottle on this minor injury."

"I'm afraid you'll be disfigured, right?"

In the following competitions, there were many exciting duels, but there was no dark horse like the unknown people like the heir of the Jin family and Duanmu Yun who defeated the darlings and proud sons of heaven.

Either it is an absolute crushing, such as the chief disciple of Xiaoyao Sect defeating the disciples of Haisha Gang.

Either it is a duel of equals, such as Qianji Pavilion's hard-fought battle with Tianyu Hall.

It’s wonderful, but a little... not exciting enough.

I really want to see Duanmu Yun and the heir of the Jin family on stage again!

The eldest senior brother and the sixth junior sister from Baihua Palace advanced, while the second senior sister was defeated by the killer slave from Qianji Pavilion.

Killer Slave: You didn’t expect that this master would have a role to play.

Third update, enjoy your meal, the last two days of double bonus, please remember to vote for your monthly tickets.

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