"Since the hall master has sent people into the field, then..." Shui Yao said lazily in a low voice, glancing at Lan Yi behind her.

Lan nodded slightly, and her blue skirt fluttered with petals all over the sky, floating towards the arena like flowers scattered by a fairy. Without giving Qianhun a chance to speak, she stabbed coldly with a cold sword.

“My goodness, this is not a life-and-death fight, why are you taking it so seriously?” After fighting for more than ten moves, Qianhun raised the paper fan, held up Lan Yi's cold sword, and leaned towards Lan Yi, whispering.

Lan Yi sneered, "The palace master's order is to seize the position of leader of the martial arts world!" After saying that, the tip of the sword tilted and cut off a strand of Qianhun's hair.

Qianhun was shocked. He didn't expect that Lan Yijian's sword move was a killing move. He didn't know whether to fight to the death or give in, so he secretly glanced at Yue Nanchen for help, thinking to himself, at least give me a clear hint!

It would have been better if Qianhun hadn't looked at it. Once he saw it, he became furious. Although the master's eyes were fixed on the stage, they were already lifeless. Looking at his hands, they were tightly touching the lady's feet, and he had already thrown his safety aside.

Humph, since the master is busy flirting with the madam, then it doesn't matter who becomes the leader. So why is he trying so hard? He might as well give the position to Lan Yi, so that he can please him, right?

Qianhun felt sorry for his clothes and clasped his fists, saying, "Zimo's skills are inferior to others. I admit defeat!"

Lan Yi was a little stunned, she knew that she was no match for Qian Hun at all. She had planned to admit defeat after a few more hits, after all, that was her strength. However, she didn't expect Qian Hun to admit defeat first!

After Qianhun admitted defeat, Yue Nanchen put all his thoughts back. No, he couldn't go on like this. He had to win the title of Wulin leader, and he couldn't do that for the sake of personal feelings...

I noticed Yue Nanchen

Shui Yao raised her eyebrows as her mind changed. Well, in that case, she would have a real competition with Yue Nanchen. Both of them were unwilling to admit defeat, but there had to be a winner and a loser, and there had to be a result!

"He Zheng from the Golden Dragon Villa wants to ask for advice!" Suddenly, the man next to He Lan jumped onto the stage.

Helan raised his eyebrows, and the show officially began!

Lan Yi clasped his fists, and after some polite exchanges, the two men quickly exchanged moves. After more than a dozen moves, Lan Yi felt something was wrong. This man looked ordinary in appearance, but his martial arts skills were weird.

She felt as powerless as if she were sinking into the ocean. Those moves that seemed to give her the upper hand were actually being suppressed by that man and she couldn't use them at all.

Shui Yao frowned coldly. The man was in disguise, so the expression on his face looked a little unnatural during the fight. He Zheng, she had never heard of this name. If he was from Jinlong Villa, why would he disguise himself?

As Shui Yao was thinking, she heard Qian Hun's cry of surprise. She looked up and saw He Zheng's cold sword piercing straight at Lan Yi's throat. All of Lan Yi's sword moves became powerless under that sword...

Lan Yi wanted to dodge, but the opponent's seemingly mediocre sword moves seemed to contain huge and infinite potential. Her whole body was shrouded in the halo created by the sharp sword moves and she was powerless.

A red light came quickly, and no one could see the movement of the red light clearly. Lan Yi had already escaped from the light circle and was blocked by the red light behind him.

"He Zheng, is it? I admit defeat on behalf of Lan Yi!" She stretched out her slender arms and coldly blocked He Zheng's way. The red veil on her face fluttered in the wind, and it was obvious that the woman was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

Although it is said that swords have no eyes in a martial arts competition,

Most of them would stop at the right time. After all, everyone came to the competition arena just for the title of leader of the martial arts world. If there was no deep hatred, why would they kill each other?

"The Palace Master admits defeat on her behalf? Then is the Palace Master willing to teach us?" He Zheng's cold voice sounded.

Shui Yao raised her eyes and stared at He Zheng. Why did those eyes filled with hatred look so familiar? It seemed as if she had seen them somewhere. However, she had always used money as her moral standard when walking in the martial arts world, so she had plenty of enemies. She was not afraid that this man was seeking revenge!

"Okay!" Shui Yao said coldly, turning her head and whispering, "Lan Yi, you go down first!"

"Palace Master, his martial arts are very strange, you'd better be careful!" Lan Yi whispered and stepped down hesitantly.

Shui Yao turned around, pursed her bright red lips coldly, and a cold smile appeared on Wuhen's face, "He Zheng, please!"

He Zheng didn't say much, he just drew the sword in his hand and stabbed forward.

Shui Yao's red silk flew out, with blazing light and shadow, and layers of cold air, instantly covering He Zheng's entire body in the attack of the red silk, and the two of them immediately became evenly matched.

"Master, I never thought that there would be such a master in Helan Villa, who is even as good as Madam. But I am confused. If he is a master, why did he need to disguise himself? Could he be a helper secretly invited by Helan?"

Yue Nanchen, who was paying close attention to the situation on the stage, had a cold look in his eyes. He looked at Helan and saw that Helan's eyes were shining with success. There was only excitement in his eyes, no worry, as if he had already grasped the victory.

Too weird! Yue Nanchen was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard Qianhun exclaim behind him. He quickly turned his head and looked at the stage. He was so surprised that he stood up from the golden couch.

That He

Zheng is indeed a character. Her sword moves are fierce and she dances faster and faster. There is no trace of her on the fighting field. Only the burning sword energy remains. And in that sword energy, there seems to be a sharp light flowing secretly. That is...

"True Qi!" Yue Nanchen shouted in a low voice.

That’s right, in that blazing sword energy, it was actually the true energy emitted by He Zheng’s fist. Not only could He Zheng attack with both hands, one hand wielding a sword, the other hand using a palm, but there was also a strange dark color in the palm of his hand. That was…

"Poison gas!" Yue Nanchen could no longer sit still, he stepped forward, and at the same time, He Zheng found a flaw in Shui Yao, and attacked Shui Yao with a cold sword and palm wind at lightning speed.

Shui Yao had never thought that a servant of the Golden Dragon Villa had such advanced martial arts. When the sword attacked, she bent down to dodge it, but the opponent seemed to have foreseen her move. Almost at the same time, the palm wind came whistling!

Shui Yao staggered back, but no matter how hard she retreated she could not outstrip the fierce palm wind. Shui Yao only smelled a fishy stench. She cried out inwardly that something was wrong and was about to hold her breath, but the palm wind was already in front of her.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise in the air, Shui Yao only felt herself falling into a man's arms, and her body suddenly became soft and weak.

"How is it?" Yue Nanchen held a sword in front of him, lowered his eyes and looked at Shui Yao and said anxiously.

Blood stains flowed out from the corners of her lips. Shui Yao shook her head and tried to move, but she was already too weak to move.

At the same time, He Zheng's palm wind came again...

Without even turning his head, he rushed forward with the soft sword in his hand. Yue Nanchen threw Shui Yao in his arms to Qianhun, and the whole person was like a falling meteor, straight

Towards He Zheng.

"Asshole, when did you fall asleep? You're going to delay important things!" Yin Diewu put one hand on her waist and grabbed the courtesan's ear with the other hand and shouted loudly.

"I didn't mean it, my lady. You know I won't get up until the sun is high in the sky!"

The courtesan smiled and looked at the stage with red flags waving under the blue sky in the distance. "My lady, please don't be angry. Look, the martial arts conference has begun!"

Yin Diewu snorted coldly, "In fact, whether I participate or not, the result is the same. This year, no matter who gets the title of Wulin Alliance Leader, it has nothing to do with us. When I think of this, I am so angry. That Feilong Hall and that Wuxing Palace are so arrogant that they don't even want to see me!"

At this point, Yin Diewu became even angrier and fiercely tore the courtesan's ear, "It's all your fault. If it weren't for your low status in the Hua Mansion, would I be looked down upon like this?"

"Alright, alright, my lady, at least we are relying on Helan, this big tree, aren't we? Let's go and help now. When Helan becomes the leader of the martial arts world, no one will care about Feilong Hall or Wuxing Palace!" The courtesan begged for mercy and flattered.

Yin Diewu nodded, "Then hurry up, it will be too late and the martial arts conference will be over soon!"

The courtesan immediately used her Qinggong skills and rushed towards the arena with Yindiewu.

When Yin Diewu and the oiran arrived, Yue Nanchen and He Zheng were fighting fiercely on the arena.

The fierce sword moves and invisible domineering aura changed the situation. Everyone only felt a darkness in front of them and could not see the situation on the field clearly. The murderous aura brought by the fierce sword moves of the two people made everyone stay away.