Because of Zhang Wei, there were only four martial arts venues in the Zhong'an Academy Martial Arts Fair, and the first four of the seven games began in the four martial arts venues respectively.

Everyone present stopped talking and watched the competition on the martial arts field, fearing that their voices would affect the watching of the game. Even Zhang Wei stopped having tea and looked at the field carefully.

Li Shili looked at Luo Yufan opposite. After the game started, Luo Yufan looked calm and clear, and could not feel the flow of true energy in the opponent's body. He immediately decided to take the lead. Li Shili took out a gourd, which was the gourd that was stepping under his feet when the trial was hanging in the air. The skin of the gourd seemed extremely black and showed a sense of light. The plug of the gourd was pulled open, and at this time the gourd produced a great suction force. Luo Yufan stood there and his feet were not moving, but his body slowly moved towards the gourd.

Seeing that his spiritual gourd could suck Luo Yufan over, Li Shili pressed the gourd at the same time with both hands and kept transporting the true energy in his body. At this time, the surface of the gourd was faintly shining with a purple luster, sucking Luo Yufan over and at a very fast speed.

Gao Miaomiao in the audience saw Luo Yufan's charming face, and a few messy silks floating in front of Luo Yufan, making Gao Miaomiao feel intoxicated. At this time, seeing Luo Yufan coming to the front of Li Shili's gourd, she couldn't help but feel nervous, because no one had escaped as long as all the people who fought with their senior brothers had entered the range of the gourd. At this time, as a disciple of Penglai Island, he was worried about Luo Yufan, and he couldn't help but fight against the gods and men in his heart, and he didn't know who was hoping for to win.

When Li Shili saw Luo Yufan being too big, he actually despised himself. At this moment, Luo Yufan entered the six feet in front of the gourd, and Li Shili smiled, thinking that even if you have wings, you will never fly.

Luo Yufan never thought about flying, nor did he think about leaving the attack range of the gourd, but punched him. This punch seemed powerless, but everyone saw the patterns on the martial arts field, and all lit up for a moment, and then gathered towards Luo Yufan, like countless streams, gathered at Luo Yufan's feet. This punch did not hit Li Shili, but hit Li Shili's spiritual weapon gourd. No loud noise was heard, only a dull sound was made. It seemed that the force of the punch was not very strong, but the spiritual weapon gourd collapsed directly in front of the spiritual weapon gourd, and then the spiritual energy gourd that was knocked away hit Li Shili. Li Shili was directly knocked out of the martial arts field by the spiritual energy gourd. Many deacons outside the martial arts field did not expect that someone would be beaten down so soon. They did not know how life and death, so they hurriedly carried a stretcher and took Li Shili away.

The competition between Luo Yufan and Li Shili was over, and the whole process was extremely simple. When Luo Yufan turned around and walked down the martial arts field, his face was filled with a look of regret, and he said to himself: "I thought I could break the spiritual gourd, but I didn't expect it to fail."

Seeing Luo Yufan punching, he knocked Li Shili's magic weapon and people down the martial arts field. Many people applauded Luo Yufan. Zhang Wei seemed a little silent when he saw him, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking at Liu Wenxuan and Feng Shaoyao next to him, Liu Wenxuan held the pen with one hand, writing something in the air with the unique skills of Wenjumen. Feng Shaoyao and Liu Wenxuan stood quite far, and seemed to be constantly blocking something in the air with swords. Feng Shaoyao had many gaps in the long sword in Feng Shaoyao's hand, and many small wounds had appeared on his white clothes. The blood oozed out dyed the white clothes, as if many bright red flowers appeared.

Suddenly, Liu Wenxuan's body sank and wrote a word Tao. This word was accumulating momentum from the beginning until the last stroke suddenly rushed towards Feng Shaoyao. Seeing this, Feng Shaoyao used three frosts in a row. These three ice hockeys were bigger than the other, continuously weakening Liu Wenxuan's sage brushwork.

Seeing that Liu Wenxuan's brushstrokes had already closed and his three frosts disappeared, Feng Shaoyao was about to raise his sword to attack, but suddenly he heard a few dull puff sounds, and then he saw that he was seriously injured. It turned out that Liu Wenxuan wrote the four words "Dao by nature". The first word "Dao" started very strongly, and the last three words were hidden in the word "Dao" vaguely. Feng Shaoyao was injured by these three words.

Seeing that he was seriously injured, Feng Shaoyao took away his sword and said to Liu Wenxuan: "Your Excellence's calligraphy is so good, I'll admit defeat."

After hearing Feng Shaoyao's unwillingness to emphasize that he was his master's writing style, and he hid the three words in the first character and successfully attacked him. Liu Wenxuan did not explain much. He bowed and said, "Agree." After that, the two left the venue respectively.

When Zhang Wei saw He Bucai, he looked confused and thought that Tiejun didn't tell him clearly who this kid was and who He Qicai was. A fat general in Wu'an District, wearing a guest uniform at Zhong'an Courtyard, said while eating pastries: "This kid's father gave him a name, it's really right, it's not a piece of material. His father is Qicai, and he himself is not even a talent."

Zhang Wei thought He Bucai was quite powerful. Sun Haoyun on the opposite side rode on the water dragon and kept casting spells downwards. He Qicai was dodged by him. When he looked at He Qicai, he kept waving his fists and counterattacking. The two kept fighting, as if they were in a match for a while, so Zhang Wei looked at another arena.

Nan Xiguang's face was green at this moment, his feet were slow, and it was obvious that he had been poisoned. Ka Meng Xiahu no longer entangled with Nan Xiguang, but instead avoided Nan Xiguang's attack from afar. Although Nan Xiguang's brushwork was sharp and he had a strong murderous intent, he could not hit Ka Meng Xiahu. After a while, Nan Xiguang's brushwork began to be messy and incompetent. Seeing this, Yuwen Qing's face turned pale and said to Zhao Wenyuan: "This man from the Southern Barbarians will have such a vicious witchcraft. If he fights head-on, he may not be able to even take up Xiguang's ten moves."

After hearing this, Zhao Wenyuan knew that Yu Wenqing was talking nonsense, but he didn't point it out, so he just said perfunctory, yes. He thought to himself: Nanze Miao Gu art has been passed down for thousands of years and has been passed down to this day. You don't let the Miao people use their bodies to fight against your disciple's brushwork, unless the Miao people are a fool.

Nan Xiguang's body had a poison explosion, and green liquid began to flow out of the corners of his mouth. Seeing this, Nan Xiguang took back the brush in his hand and said, "I lost, please detoxify me."

Ka Mengxiahu heard this and laughed. Although this person was named Fenghu, his skin was fair and thin, like a little white rabbit. He took out a frog from him and threw it at Nan Xiguang. When Nan Xiguang saw it, he frowned and was about to hide, but he heard Ka Mengxiahu say, "Don't hide, I'm detoxifying you."

When Nan Xiguang heard this, he stood quietly and stood still. The frog fell on Nan Xiguang's shoulder. Suddenly, Nan Xiguang felt his face itchy and was about to reach out to scratch it. Suddenly, he saw that there were many tiny green worms on his face and crawling towards the frog. As the green worms came out more and more, Nan Xiguang's body was decreasing. After a while, there were no green worms crawling out on Nan Xiguang's face, and the green worms crawled all over the frog. Kameng Xiahu walked to Nan Xiguang, took out a small cloth bag and put the frog in, and said to Nan Xiguang: "I envy you very much. You are so handsome. If you go to our village, I don't know how many children we have to be." After that, he smiled at Nan Xiguang and left the martial arts venue.

Nan Xiguang stood there blankly, and after a while, he touched his face with his hands, not knowing what he was thinking. Zhang Wei listened to Ka Mengxiahu's words and looked at Nan Xiguang, thinking: This kid is not good-looking, with thick and long eyebrows, big eyes, bigger nose, and a lot of flesh on his face. He doesn't think it looks good no matter how you look at it. The aesthetics of these Miao people are too strange.

Among the four games, three games have ended, and the game between He Bucai and Sun Haoyun is still continuing. He Bucai suddenly squatted down. When Sun Haoyun saw him, he hurriedly fell down. The next moment, a sweeping flying foot swept across Sun Haoyun's head. If he missed this, He Bucai was not in a hurry to pursue him. Instead, he dodged and avoided Sun Haoyun's long sword. After a while, the battle between the two continued.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!