Shan Xiumei nodded gently: "Yedu Martial Arts School has given the promotion level of common people, which is also considered to be of great merit..."

She looked admiring, implicitly pity and sympathy for the lower classes, and she was really like a fairy who fell into the world.

Wang Ce looked at her side face and admired the beautiful lines, which made him fascinated.

Not long after, the head of the Qingshou of Yedu, Kong Yu, the elder of the Huang family's foreign affairs, Lian Shuiyao, the deacon of the Huanhua Jian Sect, Qi Zhengyan and others came to watch the martial arts competition together to select talents for the family and sect.

In other martial arts halls, there are also people from sects and families, but the major forces are all here, and the most valued competition is naturally arranged here.

"This is Cao Chengye from Chiyang Martial Arts Hall. He was just nineteen years old and had just opened his eyes. My family cherished his talents and decided to give him the opportunity to practice advanced skills." Wang Ce pointed to a silent and cold young man below and introduced to Shan Xiumei.

Yesterday, he asked his old servant to find the information about this martial arts competition and read it all in a hurry to explain it to the beauty. He was most impressed by Cao Chengye, who was determined to enter his own family. If not, why would Cao Chengye, an ordinary young man, be recognized and remembered by Prince Wang?

Shan Xiumei nodded slightly, looked at Cao Chengye, and then looked at his opponent, a simple boy who was a little cramped by today's lively scene: "Who is this?"

Wang Ce's expression stiffened a little, and the old servant next to him twitched his lips, sending a secret message.

He coughed and introduced leisurely: "He Mu, Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, has achieved a small success. He won five consecutive games yesterday and has outstanding swordsmanship."

"A small success in the qi will win five consecutive games?" Shan Xiumei was a little surprised. The rarest in the martial arts competition are the talents who have just opened their eyes and the low-level players who have qi. The most common ones are those who have qi-storing success. If a young man who has qi-storing success wants to win five consecutive games, even if he can't meet an outstanding disciple like Cao Chengye, he will at least meet two or three opponents who have qi-storing success. He actually won the battle?

Wang Ce looked at Cao Chengye and He Mu with his hands behind his back, paused before saying, "According to the arguments of the judges of the martial arts and the people who watched the battle, He Mu used the sword like a chess, with clear structure and complete layout, and often unexpected and full of traps. Well, it is not the understanding of swordsmanship that a young man like him should have."

"In other words, there are experts behind him to guide him?" Shan Xiumei asked with a little curiousness.

Wang Ce smiled and said, "It should be that even his swordsmanship is entirely out of the hands of others, but it is not ruled out that he is very talented."

Shan Xiumei showed a little girlish expression: "Brother Wang. Since he has expert guidance, can he defeat Cao Chengye?"

"Impossible." Wang Ce said firmly, "The gap between enlightenment and the small accumulation of energy is huge. Cao Chengye can use his strength to break skill and quick skill. Unless the master personally seals the martial arts end and makes up for this gap with his rich experience and excellent swordsmanship."

Shan Xiumei looked at Wang Ce with implicit respect, as if what he was saying was the most wise saying, which made Wang Cezhi feel proud and happy.

"The first battle, constantly avoiding and defending, let Bai Liang expand his sideways' flaw step by step. Finally, there is no defense..."

...

"Swordsmanship is exquisite, cautious, good at attracting people, and complete layout..."

Cao Chengye on the ring recalled the information he had compiled by his senior brothers and juniors in his mind. He had an intuitive and accurate impression of the opponent in front of him.

He has a stable mind and clear thinking, and has already had a strategy to deal with He Mu:

"Ruoguang discusses swordsmanship. Judging from the level he has shown at present, maybe I am not as good as him, but my realm is much higher than him. Whether it is strength, speed, or reaction, they are far stronger than him. Moreover, their eyes are open, and they are good at capturing fast things. Even if they fall into the swordsmanship trap, they can avoid it..."

"Use strength to break skill, use quickness to break skill, but you have to leave some strength. Once you encounter a sword trap, you can change your moves in time..."

He Mu, opposite him, was quiet and had no obsession with winning or losing. In other words, he had never thought of winning or losing, and he could win the first master who opened his eyes. Standing here just wanted to verify Mr. Su's "story".

Yesterday, Mr. Su's words flowed in his mind one by one, making him thrilled to try:

"The opponent's strength is greater than you, his true energy is stronger than you, and his speed is faster than you. Once you really fight, based on your current understanding of swordsmanship, no matter what "story" you tell or what trap you lay, it is impossible to deal with him..."

"Your only chance is to start the story told earlier. Be cautious, good at layout, and good at attracting people. It is accumulated from five battles and is true and credible. As long as the other party is not a reckless person, not a careless person, or a master who only attacks and does not defend, then when facing your swordsmanship, he will definitely consider whether this is a layout or a trap, and he will always leave some strength to deal with it. This is your opportunity..."

"This is a competition on the ring, not a real battle. As a strong man in the enlightenment stage, he will definitely respect his identity and ask you to take action first..."

"Of course, if the other party is really reckless or conceited with his strength, you should concentrate on enjoying the sword technique, it is impossible to win..."

Is this okay? Is this really OK? He Mu asked himself, the "strange trick" that Mr. Su gave in the end was too unacceptable, not because it was strange, but very ordinary, and there was no mystery at all!

The words were still in my ears, He Mu raised his long sword and set off his posture to take action.

Cao Chengye respected his identity and had a long sword across his chest, indicating that He Mu made a move first.

He Mu took a deep breath, his true energy was stirred up, and he used his waist and legs with strength, and used a move of "Lone Sail Far Shadow".

In this move, he used all his strength, exhausted his true energy, leaving no room for anything, and only the eight words Mr. Su said in his mind:

"There is advancement but no retreat, there is no return!"

The sun shines into the martial arts hall, illuminating the sword light, like a towering boat in the blue sky, bathing in the sunshine, gradually moving away, heading straight to the middle road, with a sharp momentum,

This sword was the fastest and strongest sword that He Mu had in his life. If he was in a different position, he felt that even if he had accumulated energy, he could not stop such a sword. Of course, it would be okay to avoid it.

In Cao Chengye's eyes, although this sword is extremely fast, it can still be captured by his own vision, with a clear trajectory, enough to deal with it by himself.

"He is cautious..."

"He is good at swordsmanship layout..."

"Everything he changes has hidden traps..."

Thoughts arose in his mind, Cao Chengye subconsciously retained some force, swung his sword to block He Mu's sword.

bite!

The two swords collided and were swept away, it turned out to be Cao Chengye's sword!

"This power?"

"Did he keep some strength?"

"His he exhausted his true energy?"

"How could he be so reckless! He ignores subsequent changes!"

Cao Chengye's hand was numb, and his long sword was swept a little. Although He Mu's sword was bounced a little, his momentum was unchanged in the middle lane. It was still aimed at Cao Chengye's body!

The sword attacked the body, sharp and sharp. At this time, Cao Chengye wanted to change his moves and defend himself, and the amount of force left could only be used to avoid it.

He gritted his teeth and lay down, the lazy donkey rolled around, dodging He Mu's sword, and then the carp stood up, and was about to attack with shame and anger, but at this time, He Mu raised the sword and said with a smile:

"I admit defeat."

He was in an extremely happy mood. It was something he could not dream of even if he could accumulate energy, and his internal strength was stronger, his strength was stronger, and his speed was faster, Cao Chengye might not be able to avoid it!

However, he also knew that one sword could make Cao Chengye so embarrassed today. The right time and place are indispensable to the harmony of people. The right time is the stage competition, and he can make moves first, and Cao Chengye has no intention of fighting for his life. The right place is the image established by the previous five competitions. The starting point of the story makes Cao Chengye worry about the follow-up trap and the situation when he takes over the sword. The right person is Cao Chengye is more cautious.

Among them, "local advantage" is the most important thing, and it is not something you can create at the moment. It depends entirely on Mr. Su's guidance and planning. If you fight again in the future, even if the harmony between heaven and earth is still there, you will have great energy, but the local advantage has disappeared and you will only be easily defeated by Cao Chengye.

Wang Ce on the second floor saw Cao Chengye facing He Muzhijian stupidly, rolling around in a mess and avoiding him, and said in a fury: "What are he thinking? How can he be distracted during the competition!"

This simply feels like Cao Chengye is involved in an illusion!

Shan Xiumei looked at He Mu with a calm expression, her beautiful eyes seemed to be thinking. Qi Zhengyan, who was not far away, nodding slightly, secretly admiring this development.

The old servant's lips moved, Wang Ce's face quickly calmed down, and he said to Shan Xiumei with his chest: "The reason why Cao Chengye is so embarrassed is because he thinks too much. He Mu's five previous competitions gave people the impression that he is cautious and wise, and is good at hiding traps in swordsmanship. Cao Chengye is distracted from this, but he did not expect He Mu to advance quickly, and he did his best without leaving a way out. He could not concentrate his strength for a while, and he was almost taken advantage of by He Mu."

"Using his performance in yesterday's five competitions as a trap, the master behind He Mu is really far-reaching and shocking. If it weren't for knowing that Wang Siyuan is still in Jiangdong, I would have suspected that it was his work. Of course, if it were him, Cao Chengye would have lost."

Shan Xiumei looked at Wang Ce with admiration: "Brother Wang, after you said this, I understand the reason. The master behind He Mu is really not to be underestimated."

"Well, I plan to send someone to investigate and see if I can win over it. No family will think there are many experts." Wang Ce's words came from the heart, from the teachings received by his legitimate son.

Kong Yu, the captain of Qingshou, not far away, pondered for a moment and ordered the governor next to him to say, "Send someone to investigate He Mu secretly and see who is guiding him. Even if he doesn't provoke him, he must be in our sight, so as not to cause any disaster."

In the martial arts hall, among the onlookers, Meng Qi patted his wide robe and left with his hands behind his back, quite satisfied with the effect.

He had just observed Shan Xiumei quietly and found that she was not too surprised by He Mu's sword technique. He obviously had a good understanding and was better than Wang Ce. This is a doubt.

After leaving the martial arts hall, a carriage covered in white felt stopped in front of Meng Qi. The coachman was introverted and looked ahead with a expressionless face.

The car door opened, and a beautiful girl in white clothes was better than snow. She was elegant in temperament. The copper stove beside her was burning warm incense, and the white cloak was placed on her side.

"My husband, I knew you would come to see Shan Xiumei and get in the car." Gu Xiaosang said with a smile.

Meng Qi was alert and calm on the outside: "How can I confirm that she is a person of **? How can I confirm that the strange stones outside the sky are in her hands? How can I confirm that she is looking for me?"

He didn't want to be used as a gun by Gu Xiaosang.
Chapter completed!