Xu Xiaorou pouted: "This time you won't be as lucky as last time!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Why do you think so?"
He noticed that Xu Xiaorou looked calm, and there must be a reason.
"Senior Sister Luo is very popular with those stinky men. You defeated her to advance, hehe..." Xu Xiaorou glanced sideways at Luo Xiuhua in the distance.
Luo Xiuhua was smiling and standing among a group of people. Several girls and several men were surrounding her, talking in all directions. She was nodding.
She suddenly raised her head and glanced over, and her eyes met Li Muchan's.
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, and Luo Xiuhua smiled.
Xu Xiaorou saw it and hummed: "Are you tempted too?"
Li Muchan smiled calmly: "She is a senior sister after all, how can I be rude?"
Xu Xiaorou curled her lips: "Hmph, she is the most lovable to men! I really don't know what is good about her, she is dull and boring!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, men and women have different ideas. Men like gentle and quiet people. Besides, she has a hint of the charm of a lake owner."
"Well, she is quite quiet." Xu Xiaorou suddenly realized and turned to look at her: "The charm of the lake owner? I can't tell!"
She has always been polite to her male disciples, let alone communicate with them. Li Muchan is the first man she has been close to. If she hadn't recruited him, she would have ignored him.
Li Muchan said: "However, everyone has their own preferences for radish and cabbage, and everyone likes them differently. For the same person, some may find it beautiful, while others may find it ugly. It all depends on their fate."
Xu Xiaorou rolled her eyes at him: "I don't need your comfort!"
Li Muchan touched his nose and laughed, then turned to look at the stage.
At this time, another person jumped up on the stage, but it was Meng Shichao.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, you are polite, please show your respect. I have been short of money recently!"
Everyone below laughed, and someone shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Meng, I am also short of money. I got the bonus, let's meet and share half of it!"
Meng Shichao shook his head: "It can't be done, it can't be divided!"
A green figure soared up, reaching a height of two feet, before slowly falling down and stopping in front of Meng Shichao: "Junior Brother Meng, let's make a few gestures!"
"Okay, then go down obediently!" The man in green shirt stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a smile.
This young man was slightly older than Master Meng, with a face as white as jade and warm skin. He stood there with his hands folded, his blue shirt fluttering, and he had a very chic demeanor.
Xu Xiaorou smiled and said, "Senior Brother Wang knows how to pretend!"
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Meng Shichao scratched his head and sighed helplessly: "Alas... If you fight, you will die. If you don't fight, you will die. So let's give it a try. Senior Brother Wang, be careful!"
"I know you won't give in, come on!" Senior Brother Wang put his right hand behind his back and moved with his left hand, cool and calm.
"Watch the moves!" Meng Shichao drew his sword and struck, the sword shining brightly.
Senior Brother Wang faced each other with his bare hands. When the sword light came in front of him, he suddenly punched out, "Ding..." The light of the sword dimmed, and Meng Shichao took a step back.
His expression remained motionless, and he stepped forward and struck out again. This time, the sword's light was more reserved and majestic.
Brother Wang remained motionless with his bare hands. When the light of the sword came closer, he punched out again, hitting the spine of the sword exactly like a snake striking seven inches. The long sword trembled, and Meng Shichao retreated again.
He swung his sword again, and the sword light filled the sky like a waterfall.
Senior Brother Wang stood still, waiting for the sword to come to his body, and he punched out again.
"Ding..." The sword light in the sky disappeared, Meng Shichao took two steps back, his face turned pale.
"Boy, why are you still trying to be strong? Back off!" Senior Brother Wang glared and snorted angrily.
Meng Shichao moved his wrist, sighed helplessly, returned the sword to its sheath, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for your advice, I am defeated!"
Senior Brother Wang waved his hand: "You bastard, get out of here. If you're not at level six, don't try to fight me!"
Meng Shichao chuckled: "Senior Brother Wang, you have to be careful, I will defeat you one day!"
Senior Brother Wang laughed and scolded: "You are not a big man, but your tone is not small, so get out of here!"
"Let's go!" Meng Shichao rushed off the stage in one stride.
Xu Xiaorou shook his head: "Junior Brother Meng, he can't get through the Huanglui every year. His luck is much worse than yours!"
Li Muchan smiled: "I just got a bargain this year, but I won't get it next year."
"It's good that you know." Xu Xiaorou nodded hurriedly.
Zhang Qiaoyi smiled and said: "Based on Junior Brother Li's arrival, maybe there will be something to do next year."
"Yeah." He Ruoshui also nodded lightly and cast an encouraging glance.
Li Muchan chuckled and said, "Then I will practice hard."
Xu Xiaorou pouted: "Who among us doesn't practice hard?"
Zhang Qiaoyi said: "Junior brother Li is more talented and has hope."
While they were talking, a young man in a brown shirt jumped onto the stage and started fighting with Senior Brother Wang. Both of them were using fists and kicks, Senior Brother Wang was using fists, and the young man in brown shirt was using palms. The wind from his palms was whistling, and the wind from his fists was whistling like a strong wind.
And passed.
Li Muchan stared at it and quickly saw that Senior Brother Wang had the upper hand. He used stillness to stop and force to overcome cleverness. Moreover, he was as clever as clumsy, and every punch hit the key point.
To break the emptiness and exaggerate, you need to have precise vision. This senior brother Wang has good martial arts training.
After more than thirty moves, the young man in brown shirt was defeated step by step. Finally, he had no choice but to admit defeat and shook his head: "I still can't break your Tiger Roaring Fist."
Senior Brother Wang smiled: "I am winning with strength. If you don't have enough internal strength, don't try to defeat me!"
The young man in brown shirt jumped down, and immediately a girl in green clothes jumped out. She was pretty, not exactly beautiful, but she was also good-looking.
She got on the stage and without saying much, she drew her sword and struck. The sword light was like starlight, covering Senior Brother Wang. The sword light seemed slow, but it was extremely fast.
Senior Brother Wang had a solemn expression on his face and started to scramble. He couldn't see through the swordsmanship of the girl in green. Every time he punched out his fist, the sword was already waiting there.
If he punches forcefully, he will bring his fist to the tip of the sword, which is tantamount to committing suicide.
The crowd below burst into applause and cheers.
Li Muchan shook his head. He didn't expect the girl in green to have such exquisite swordsmanship. He secretly thought that if he encountered her, he wouldn't be sure.
Senior Brother Wang suddenly changed his moves, turned his fists into palms, swam his feet like a dragon, swung his hands quickly, and spun around the girl in green clothes as lightly as a dragonfly touching water.
The girl in green didn't move, she stopped with silence, the tip of her sword was dotted with cold stars, and she chased Senior Brother Wang. Their palms and swords did not intersect, and each attacked the other's weakness.
But when I saw the shadow of the palm and the shadow of the sword merged into one, there was a blur of light and shadow. I felt it was strangely fast, but I couldn't see clearly.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed hundreds of moves, and they were inseparable. Li Muchan's eyes were piercing, and his vision was widened. He was amazed that there were such exquisite moves.
He imagined being powerful, imagining himself as one of them, fighting against the opponent, and trying again and again, he was still no match. Xinghu Xiaozhu was indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.
After another twenty moves, there was a sudden groan. Senior Brother Wang suddenly stepped back and jumped out of the circle, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Junior Sister Xiang, I am defeated!"
"Senior Brother Wang, I accept the concession!" The girl in green clasped her fists.
Senior Brother Wang shook his head with a wry smile, floated off the stage, and landed in the crowd. People cheered, and the girl in green looked at everyone with a straight face and clear eyes.
Elder Sheng paused and said, "Is there anyone coming up to challenge me?"
A young man came up soon, with a vicissitudes of life and a look of sorrow on his brows. After he came up, he lazily clasped his fists and said, "Junior Sister Xiang, let's make a gesture."
Xiang Junior Sister frowned slightly and nodded: "Okay, Senior Brother Zhao, please give me some advice!"
Xu Xiaorou pouted: "Senior Brother Zhao is really capable of bullying Senior Sister Xiang!"
"Is he very powerful in martial arts?" Li Muchan turned around and asked.
"Senior Brother Zhao is a ninth-grade disciple. Do you think he is powerful or not?" Xu Xiaorou snorted.
Li Muchan nodded slowly, of course he was very powerful. Ninth-grade disciples are the top masters. The disciples of Xinghu Xiaozhu are divided into ninth-grades, and those above them are elders.
Looking at this man's melancholy expression and lack of momentum, he does not look like a martial arts master, but more like a down-and-out scholar, which makes people feel sympathy and not afraid.
"It really doesn't look like it..." Li Muchan shook his head and sighed.
Xu Xiaojudao: "When you reach the ninth level, if you still can't control your external appearance and return to basics, then it's just a lie!"
"That's it..." Li Muchan suddenly understood and nodded.
"Let's take action!" Senior Brother Zhao said slowly.
"Look at the sword!" Junior Sister Xiang drew the sword without hesitation, cleanly and neatly. The light of the sword turned into a bit of cold light and instantly reached Senior Brother Zhao's chest. It was so fast that it seemed that there was no obstacle of time and space.
Senior Brother Zhao shook his head and smiled, slowly stretched out his right hand, and gently pinched the tip of the sword with his index and middle fingers.
The tip of the sword stopped motionless, and was clamped between two fingers. He pulled hard towards Junior Sister, but the tip of the sword did not move at all. Her fair face turned red, and she said bitterly: "Senior Brother Zhao, I have lost!"
"Okay then." Senior Brother Zhao loosened his fingers, returned the sword to Junior Sister, sheathed it, rolled his eyes at him, turned around and leaped directly into the crowd, causing people to comfort him.
They were mostly dissatisfied with Senior Brother Zhao for behaving like this. He was obviously bullying others, using the big to bully the small. Senior Brother Zhao looked down with a faint smile.
Elder Sheng glanced brightly and said in a deep voice: "Is there anyone who can challenge me? Time is limited. If you want to challenge, hurry up and don't waste time!"
After she finished speaking, there was still no movement below, and no one jumped up.
Elder Sheng glanced at Senior Brother Zhao and hummed: "If no one challenges him, he will directly pass the three levels and enter the Xuan-level arena!"
Still no one came up, so Elder Sheng waved his hand directly: "Xiao Zhao, get down!"
Senior Brother Zhao responded, smiled, clasped his fists, and walked off the stage.
"Who else!" Elder Sheng asked in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, another young man with a square face jumped onto the stage. Li Muchan recognized him as a senior fellow in the courtyard, his surname was Wu, he was kind-hearted, honest and simple.
After he came to power, he was beaten down quickly. Except for Li Muchan, no one below the sixth level survived. It seemed that the masters above the sixth level had a tacit understanding.
The stage soon turned into a competition between masters of the sixth grade and above. The martial arts were exquisite and powerful. Li Muchan watched in admiration and benefited a lot.
After the whole morning passed, he watched so many fights and felt that his martial arts had improved to a higher level and his understanding of the Luoyang Sword Technique was deeper.
He couldn't wait to have the opportunity to practice it, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity so soon.
The yellow-level arena was quickly completed, and a total of thirty-two people entered the black arena. Li Muchan was one of them, but everyone understood that he would stop here and would not be able to win a single battle.
Thirty-two people drew lots, and Li Muchan drew No. 25, and was about to compete with No. 9. This No. 9 is a girl in black, with a graceful figure and delicate appearance. Although she is not very beautiful, she is still a beauty.
Li Muchan had a photographic memory, and as soon as he saw the girl in black, he remembered her name - Han Yuzhu.
Han Yuzhu was a sixth-grade disciple. Her sword was extremely long and narrow, and her sword skills were sharp and cunning, making her hard to guard against. When Li Muchan watched her compete, he felt cold all over his body, like a poisonous snake biting someone.
"Junior Brother Li, you're done!" Xu Xiaorou saw his opponent, shook his head and said, "Senior Sister Han's swordsmanship is too strange and impossible to guard against. You will definitely lose!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded.
Han Yuzhu's swordsmanship is not only fast, but also very cunning. There is only one way to deal with her, which is to attack her and lead her by the nose, which will not let her relax.
No. 1 vs. No. 17, No. 2 vs. No. 18. They went on stage to compete one by one according to the numbers. Li Muchan was ranked ninth and had to wait a while.
While others were fighting, he thought about how to deal with it.
If you want to restrain Senior Sister Han Yuzhu's swordsmanship, you can only win with speed. Not only must you be fast, but you must also be surprising, attracting her attention and preventing her from having a chance to counterattack.
It's not easy to do this. Although Luoyang's sword skills are strong, compared with everyone's martial arts, they are not amazing. Moreover, his firepower is not enough.
He simulated the hands-on situation in his mind, constantly evolved his sword skills, and absorbed the strengths of various schools.
He was able to multi-task, but at this time, he focused all his thoughts on the deduction of sword skills. He looked at him in a daze, his eyes were blank, and he was motionless.
Xu Xiaorou noticed something strange about him and did not disturb him. She pulled Zhang Qiaoyi and He Ruoshui's arms. The three women looked at him and pursed their lips and smiled.
Zhang Qiaoyi pointed to her lips: "He is having an epiphany, don't disturb him."
"What's the use of having an epiphany? He can't beat Senior Sister Han!" Xu Xiaorou curled her lips.
He Ruoshui glanced at Li Muchan and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Li is extremely qualified, maybe he can really beat Senior Sister Han, right, Senior Sister Zhang?"
Zhang Qiaoyi shook her head: "Senior Sister Han's swordsmanship is the most difficult to deal with. If it were another person, he might be lucky enough to win. But if he meets Senior Sister Han, he would be unlucky."
"I think Junior Brother Li can make it." He Ruoshui pursed his lips and smiled.
"Tsk——!" Suddenly a chuckle came from beside them. The three women turned their heads and looked, but they saw a burly young man with a round face and big eyes, shaking his head.
Xu Xiaorou glared: "Senior Brother Ba, why are you laughing!"
The burly young man shook his head and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Li can win? Hehe... What a joke!"