Exquisite cabin, empty room. Zhao Zheng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating and practicing. In this state, his sense of smell, hearing and other five senses were very keen. He could feel the wind and grass within a few feet, and even farther away.
, can also be vaguely discerned.
The sound of wind, swaying grass blades, footsteps, breathing, voices... all kinds of sounds fell into his ears.
Then an unknown person suddenly shouted: "Second Master Sword Slave is back with the group of beaters. The housekeeper is arranging people to line up to greet him. You two come with me quickly!"
Then there were the voices of two servants agreeing, and there were subtle movements in several other rooms.
The sword slave is back!
Zhao Zheng interrupted the operation of his internal energy and suddenly opened his eyes, with two points of splendor blooming in his eyes. He went through all the hardships to get here, and waited for so many days, and finally waited for the arena to be held. The events surrounding Zichu Sword unfolded
Enter the Dragon and the Tiger, finally kicked off the red prelude!
There was a burning and throbbing feeling in his heart, and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He flew off the bed, stood on the ground, and looked out the window.
The beaters in the two rooms opposite also came out and stood in front of the door to watch. Some servants put down their work and ran back and forth in the col.
Zhao Zheng knew the entire process of beating. In his memory, before the formal opening of the ring, a small test would be conducted. The sword slave would lead a group of beaters to the sword tomb and let Zi Chujian inspect the beaters.
If any of the contestants are dissatisfied, they will be kicked out directly before the ring is held.
The sword slave loves his sword as much as his life. He will definitely prepare for the arena competition as soon as he comes back. I think the test will be held soon.
Zhao Zheng took a deep breath, and he had to continue waiting. There was no use looking at him here. He took two steps back, sat back on the bed, and continued to meditate.
As expected by Zhao Zheng, in the afternoon of that day, the sword slave led the remaining beaters to this mountain col. He shouted from a distance: "Listen to the beaters in the house, all of you, please come out.
I have something to tell you, and I have something for you to take care of."
After hearing this, Zhao Zheng walked out of the house and came to the mountain col. The doors of the surrounding houses were opened. The rest of the challengers also came out one after another, including Mo Yunzi, Jiang Ming, Kong Yunjie, Chu Tian, and Qian.
Wanjin, these people.
The sword slave led the rest of the challengers over. Each of these rising stars was a high-ranking person, looking energetic and majestic. In addition to the young lads, there were also two charming beauties among them.
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Zhao Zheng recognized the faces of all the beaters and scanned the surrounding area, taking in all the beaters. Counting himself, there were a total of twenty-one beaters in this group, which was three fewer. He
After screening, the missing three people were the two unknowns at the bottom, and Zheng Wuji, the popular figure in this arena competition, the son of the Sword Master!
Among the more than 20 challengers, only five challengers have reached the sixth level, namely the clay figurine Zeng Zenghui, the yin and yang swordsman Kong Yunjie, the jade-faced little king of hell Xiao Jiuge, Lingfeng master Bai Feiyu and the swordsman.
Zheng Wuji, the son of Sheng. Among these five people, Zeng Hui has a special secret and is not qualified to participate in the competition, so he can be excluded. Among the remaining four, the strongest one is Zheng Wuji.
Zheng Wuji is nicknamed the Son of the Sword Master. As the name suggests, he is the son of the current Sword Master!
Being able to gain the reputation of a swordsman in the world of swordsmen shows how superb Zheng Wuji's father's swordsmanship is. He is definitely a first-class swordsman and the king of swords!
Zheng Wuji inherited his father's legacy and began practicing swordsmanship since he was a child. He concentrated on swordsmanship and did not study other types of martial arts. The swordsman had no reservations about his son and taught him all his skills. Father and son have one.
Careful teaching and careful study, coupled with Zheng Wuji's high talent, made this young man make rapid progress and reached the sixth level at a young age.
Not to mention he is a rising star when it comes to sword-wielding alone. Looking at all the young people in the world, Zheng Wuji is also a leader, and few can compare with him.
A person like Zheng Wuji will definitely not be absent, and it is even less likely that he will be killed. The reason why he did not come is probably because things were delayed.
"What are you all doing standing there stupidly? You all come over and mingle in a row. Let me count the number of people." The sword slave stepped aside and pointed to the open space in front of him.
The first and later beaters walked there one after another and stood in a chaotic heap.
Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi lived very close to each other, and they passed each other while walking, but neither of them paid attention to the other. They had already said enough, and there was no need to say anything more.
A group of people stood up, and the sword slave walked around the crowd, stretched out his dry index finger and tapped these people, and chanted a name for each one he clicked. He was very attentive to this arena match, remembering every one from his hands.
The person who took away the token.
"Kong Yunjie, Bai Feiyu, Mo Yunzi, Xiao Jiuge, Chutian, Tieniu, Little Lingtong, Tin Man, Xin Ling, Qian Wanjin, Jiang Ming, Zeng Wei, Zhao Zheng, Fang Junru, Anxin, Gongye Gao
Kuan, Tie Yinhua, Yun Qianhe, Sukhbalu, Tang Yubing, Wang Duo." The sword slave counted three times, frowned, and asked, "Is everyone here? Why are there three missing here?
Personally, and the more important candidate Zheng Wuji did not come."
Manager Zhu was in charge of managing this place. He quickly stepped forward, bowed and replied: "Reporting to the second master, this mountain col has received a total of 12 challengers, and they are all here, not one is missing.
As for why the other three little heroes are not here, I don’t know."
"It's okay if others don't come, but it would be a pity if Zheng Wuji doesn't come. After all, he is the favorite to win the championship." The sword slave smacked his lips and said with regret.
The Yin Yang Swordsman Kong Yunjie who was standing in the crowd was very unconvinced when he heard this, and proudly interjected: "That's wrong. In this huge world, Zheng Wuji is not the only young man who is good at using swords. In this arena competition, there are more than him.
Not more, not less than him. Even if he doesn't come, there won't be any loss, Zichu Sword can still get a qualified owner."
Even though Jiang Ming is a relatively arrogant young man, he does not dare to say such big words. Among the many challengers present, Zheng Wuji is probably the only one who has the capital to say such words.
The challengers all turned their attention to Kong Yunjie, who was in the center of the crowd, but most of them did not express their opinions. Only the naive and naive Tieniu echoed: "What this brother said is so right. He is good at using it in the world."
Zheng...Zheng is not the only young man who is good at swordsmanship! My Tieniu's swordsmanship is just as powerful!"
These words coming from the mouth of Tieniu, who only had the fourth level of cultivation, had no weight at all. Moreover, he could not even say Zheng Wuji's name, which made everyone burst into laughter.
As soon as Jiannu heard Tie Niu speak, he felt very angry. Along the way, Tie Niu caused him a lot of trouble and caused a lot of trouble. He almost drove Tie Niu away in advance.
The sword slave pointed at the iron bull and glared: "Shut up, you stupid guy. You are not allowed to speak until I ask you to speak."
"Why don't you even let me say anything?" Tieniu said depressedly.
"You are such a dog, you can't spit out ivory from your mouth. You won't be able to say anything nice if you ask me to speak. Please shut your mouth obediently. I will get upset when I hear you talk." The sword slave taught me a lesson.
"Who said I can't say nice things? How difficult is it to say nice things? Just watch if you don't believe me." Tieniu turned his head and looked around, and his eyes fell on a beautiful girl nicknamed "Little Butterfly An Xin", hehe
He said with a silly smile, "Girl, you are so beautiful, as beautiful as a flower. I hope you won't stick it in cow dung in the future."
An Xin's face was covered with a gauze, only the face with the bridge of her nose exposed. She raised her almond-shaped eyes and glared at Tieniu angrily, appearing very dissatisfied, but did not say anything. She came here with the sword slave.
. I have already had contact with Tieniu on the road, and I know that this person is the most annoying person. It is better to ignore him, but the more you ignore him, the more trouble he will get.
Tieniu looked at Jiannu again, patted his generous chest and said, "How about it, I can say nice things. I just praised her for her good looks."
"Shut up if I tell you to. There are so many twists and turns. If you don't shut up, let's see if I don't beat your mouth to pieces." The sword slave raised his hand and threw out a strong wind of internal force, hitting him hard.
He hit Tieniu on the face and beat the strong man like a top, spinning him in circles three times.
Tieniu was beaten until stars appeared in his eyes. He covered his red and swollen face and begged for mercy: "It hurts me so much. Grandpa, please stop beating me. I don't dare to talk anymore."
The sword slave's anger subsided a little, and he gave Tieniu a hard look, and then continued what he had just said: "Even if there are a few people missing, this arena match must continue. I have just talked with my brother,
We have agreed to officially hold the Zichu Sword Competition in three days. Among the three people who did not come, a young man named Dou Dun was unfortunately killed. If the remaining two people can arrive within three days,
Let them continue to participate in the competition. If they don't come, forget it, and the rest of you will continue to compete."
"The rules of wrestling are very simple. They draw lots to compete with each other. If two people draw the same lot, they draw signs on the ring. If there is an odd number in the number of contestants and there is one person left, then the draw is empty.
Those who drew the empty lot do not need to compete and advance directly to the next competition. On the surface, the person who drew the empty lot is very lucky, but in fact there is no need to be envious. Real gold is not afraid of fire, and it cannot be faked, nor can it be faked.
No way, no one can get the Zichu Sword by luck, the final winner must be someone who fights with both hands!"
The sword slave's electric eyes scanned the surroundings, scanning the faces of the many contestants one by one. He paused, and then said: "During the martial arts competition, only the sword can be used as a single weapon, and other weapons are not allowed to be used.
Weapons. In addition, poisoning and concealed weapons are not allowed. You can only distinguish between high and low by swordsmanship. Martial arts competitions are about finishing at one point. I don’t want any lives to be caused in the ring. Forged swords
The Villa brings bad luck. However, swords have no eyes. If you miss and cause any casualties, the Sword-forging Villa will not pursue it. If anyone makes a grudge in the ring, you can resolve it yourself after leaving the Villa. It is different from the Sword-forging Villa.
Relationship. In terms of victory or defeat, if one party admits defeat, it counts as a loss, if one party cannot fight, it counts as a loss, if one party falls, it counts as a loss, and if one party falls out of the ring, it counts as a loss."
The sword slave stretched out a skinny finger and continued: "Before the competition, I have a small test. I have to bring you to Zi Chujian and let Zi Chujian do some screening. If Zi Chujian
If Chujian is dissatisfied with anyone, he can only say sorry. After all, this arena match is held for Zi Chujian. If Zi Chujian looks down on him, it will be useless no matter how high his skills are. Everyone, boss
You have come here from afar to support the Sword Making Villa. If one of you returns without success, the Sword Making Villa will feel a little sorry and will give you a low-grade sword as compensation."
As soon as this statement came out, it caused a small commotion among the many contestants. Someone whispered in a low voice: "Did you hear it? If I hadn't been attracted by Chujian, I wouldn't even be able to get on the ring. This trip would be in vain."
Already."
The challengers all complained about this. A small number of the challengers who were not strong enough felt guilty because of this, fearing that they would be eliminated by Zi Chujian.
No matter whether the challengers can accept it or not, this process cannot be avoided. The sword slave waved his hand and said: "I just said that I have something to do with you, and this is what I was referring to. Let's leave as soon as we say, I will
I will take you to see Shizi Chujian. Let him check it for you first." After saying that, he turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the mountain col.
The beaters followed one after another. Zhao Zheng looked around, planning to find someone he knew to accompany him. He took a few glances and found that Chu Tian was with Kong Yunjie, a hypocrite, so he gave up the idea of going with Chu Tian, and then
He glanced over and saw Jiang Ming, who was waving goodbye to his brothers. He stepped up and walked up to him. Although Jiang Ming was high-minded and a little arrogant, at least his nature was not bad, and he was a member of a famous Wudang sect, so he could still make friends with her.
of.
Zhao Zheng greeted Jiang Ming, and the two of them became companions and walked side by side with the crowd of beaters.
Zhujian Villa is built in the mountains. It covers a very wide area. It is several miles away from here to the Sword Tomb in the back mountain. It will take some time for this group of people to walk there.
Not long after leaving, the beaters gathered together in twos and threes and began to chat. These beaters were all young people, so naturally they couldn't sit still.
As they chatted, Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Young Master Zhao, when we competed that day, you should have left a lot of backup plans, right?"
"It's not really a backup plan. It's just a private discussion. There's no need to fight to the death." Zhao Zheng replied with a smile.
"When you get to the ring, you probably won't hold back."
"It's natural."
"I hope we can meet in the ring and let me see your true strength."
"Each other, each other, I also have this expectation."
While the two were chatting, Tieniu, who was walking a few feet away in front, scratched his butt* balls and suddenly farted out. I don’t know what this little creature ate at noon, but the fart was very smelly.
Smell, the smell spreads quickly in the air.
When the warriors walking behind Tieniu saw this, they all held their breath and jumped around, hiding far away. However, some people still inhaled a little bit of the odor, especially those who had used their skills to expand their five senses.
, and even amplified the odor several times.
Tieniu turned around and giggled several times. Since the sword slave forbade him to speak, he had to clasp his fists and bow as an apology.
If it were an ordinary person, he wouldn't say anything when encountering this kind of thing. After all, it is human nature. But the people around him who were affected were a group of young and energetic warriors. They were all usually aloof, how could they endure it?
Such humiliation.
Among the people who were poisoned by the stench was the little sword demon Mo Yunzi. He had always had a bad temper. His face immediately changed, he got furious, drew his sword and shouted: "You are not smart, you are not stupid, you are not smart."
, you dare to fart in front of me, let’s see if I slice your ass with a sword, let’s see if you dare to be so rude in front of me in the future!”
Seeing that the situation was not good, Tieniu took out the blunt black sword he was carrying and placed it in front of him.
The little sword demon was using his internal energy and was about to move forward, but when he thought about the stench surrounding Tieniu, he quickly stopped and said provocatively: "Come on, come on, you idiot, come here quickly, let's go here twice."
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Tieniu didn't dare to speak, but instead waved to the little sword demon and pointed at his feet, meaning that I can't go there, so come over if you dare.
This move was nothing more than adding fuel to the fire, which made Mo Yunzi even angrier. He raised his Lengfeng sword, and several cold rays of light flashed across the blade.
At this critical moment, Sword Slave jumped over and slapped the two of them in the air. Two gusts of palm wind came out from his palms, pushing Tieniu and Little Sword Demon back a few steps and almost falling.
Fall to the ground.
"Even those knights and swordsmen who have become famous have to sell the Sword Forging Villa to save their face. They don't dare to make trouble here. You two juniors dare to start a fight. You really don't know what the heaven and the earth are!" the swordsman retracted his palm and scolded.
This voice was like cold water poured on the head, which made Mo Yunzi calm down a lot. He snorted and returned the sword to its sheath.
Tieniu didn't want to fight at all, so he took back the black iron stick and pointed at Mo Yunzi angrily, meaning that this kid was the one who started the trouble in the first place and he couldn't blame me.
"Mo Yunzi, you haven't swung the sword just now. I'll spare you this time. If you dare to draw the sword again, don't blame me, an old man, for turning your back on me." The sword slave then turned to look at Tieniu, angrily.
His teeth were itching, and he pointed at Tieniu's nose and cursed, "You idiot, I asked you to control your upper mouth, but your lower mouth started to cause trouble for me again. If you dare to fart randomly again, I will kill you."
Get a plug and put it on you!"
Tieniu had suffered a lot from sword slaves along the way, and knew how powerful this wizened old man was. He shrank his neck in fright, pointed to his mouth, waved his hand, pointed to his buttocks, and waved his hand again, meaning
He said that neither the superiors nor the subordinates dared to speak out.
The sword slave then let these two people go, turned around and said: "Everyone is not allowed to cause me any more trouble, follow me together, let's continue moving forward!"
Mo Yunzi glared at Tieniu fiercely and said through a message: "Please remember this account for me. If we meet in the ring someday, I will not let you off lightly."
Tieniu was not afraid of Mo Yunzi. He straightened his back and curled his mouth full of black beard.
Mo Yunzi snorted coldly and followed the sword slave with swift strides, staying away from the living treasure of Tieniu.
A small storm passed, and everyone continued on their way, turning left and right, and finally arrived at the gate of Jianzhong in the back mountain. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
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