Thinking of this, I could only shake my head and sigh, without saying anything, and walked towards Shangguan Xiaowan, who was sitting in Aunt Shan's arms with tears in her beautiful eyes.
Nangong Haotian walked up to the body, slowly squatted down, and apologized: "Girl..."
As soon as Nangong Haotian spoke, hot tears rolled down Shangguan Xiaowan's eyes, and she yawned: "Brother Haotian, my little sister didn't sincerely deceive you..."
Nangong Haotian nodded sadly and said: "I know..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he heard an earth-shaking and deafening cheer suddenly erupted from the Xiangyun Temple dozens of feet away.
Nangong Haotian was startled, thinking that if he went too late, Shangguan Mi might not be able to find him and leave first. After thinking about it, he quickly calmed down and asked with concern: "Girl, how do you feel now?"
Shangguan Xiaowan shook her head in tears and said: "My little sister is not injured, you don't have to worry about me, but the senior sister said that I am the daughter of your bloody enemy..."
Nangong Haotian anxiously entered Xiangyun Temple and said solemnly: "I don't believe this."
But Shangguan Xiaowan said seriously: "She didn't lie to you."
When Nangong Haotian saw Shangguan Xiaowan admitting openly, he couldn't help but look dumbfounded. He didn't know how to word it and smiled bitterly in his heart. He seemed to be a little screwed up today.
Seeing that Nangong Haotian was silent, Aunt Shan said solemnly: "Whether this matter is true or false, there is no rush to explain it at this moment."
Nangong Haotian took the opportunity to say: "Yes, Senior Shan is right. We are here to watch the fight. There is no need to talk about those unpleasant things at this time. Even if you are the daughter of my blood enemy, you will not harm me."
meaning."
However, Shangguan Xiaowan asked in surprise: "Do you still have the heart to watch the fight now?"
"Oh, my aunt, can you stop having so many problems? If Shangguan Mie, this cheater, runs away, where can I find him?" Nangong Haotian was so anxious in his heart that he almost said that I am Nangong
Haotian is here.
However, seeing Shangguan Xiaowan's eyes, Nangong Haotian's handsome face couldn't help but blush, and he asked with concern: "If the girl feels unwell, then let's go back to the store and come back in the afternoon or tomorrow."
Shangguan Xiaowan wanted to take Nangong Haotian back to the inn, and take the opportunity to describe everything in the past to Nangong Haotian, hoping to restore his memory as soon as possible.
Coincidentally, the two people's ideas went in opposite directions again!
Just as Shangguan Xiaowan was about to say something, Aunt Shan and Liu Qianwen had already said: "If the girl is not in the way, since we have already arrived at Xiangyun Temple, we can just go in and see it for a while. We will not waste time in the afternoon and tomorrow."
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Upon hearing this, Shangguan Xiaowan certainly understood what Aunt Shan meant. After thinking about it, she nodded and said, "Okay, I'm out of the way. Let's go in and have a look." After saying that, he stood up and moved a little, feeling nothing.
After he was seriously injured, he said: "Let's go, but don't look too long."
Nangong Haotian nodded hurriedly.
So, Aunt Shan still led the way, Liu Qianwen supported Shangguan Xiaowan, Nangong Haotian picked up the Nether Dragon Sword on the ground, and the four of them walked towards the gate of Xiangyun Temple.
At this time, the number of wealthy people crowding outside the mountain gate did not increase. On the contrary, it was smaller than before. It must be that some of them had already squeezed into the temple.
Behind the group of heroes who arrived at the mountain gate, Aunt Shan still held the iron dove stick and said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way, our girls are here to fight."
Strangely enough, the heroes who were eagerly looking inward looked back angrily at the iron rod, but when they saw it was Aunt Shan, they all hurriedly moved away.
Before I arrived, I had already seen two strong men fighting happily with their bare hands on the high platform in the center of the temple. They were going back and forth, and they just pulled a brick from the ground to demonstrate the brick-breaking martial arts.
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One is short and fat with a bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Because his belly is as big as a drum, his coat has already been opened.
Although the fat man has a bulky body and slow movements, his palms, fists and legs are very heavy, and every move is very powerful. In contrast, he practices moves that focus on attack power and internal skills.
Although the opponent's strong man was also a master, he was still unable to gain the upper hand due to his scruples. If he was hit in the palm or stepped on by the fat man, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
Looking at the two colorful booths on the left and right of the arena, which were set up three to four feet apart, they were filled with monks, men and women, and masters of all ages. They must have been masters of various sects who came to compete for the dominance of the southeastern martial arts.
There was a sudden loud shout on the stage, followed by a thunderous cheer.
Nangong Haotian and the others took a quick look and saw that the burly man was finally kicked off the ring by Fatty.
At this moment, a sixty-year-old flower with unkempt hair suddenly stood up from the colorful shed on the left.
I saw the old beggar walking to the shed, facing the short and fat man in the ring, and asked: "Friend, you have won three games in a row. According to the regulations, you can step down and rest until the friend who has won three games in a row decides the winner. Of course,
, if your friend is still willing to continue..."
Before he finished speaking, the fat man had already clasped his fists and said humbly: "I would like to step down and rest for a while."
Then he bowed slightly to everyone around him and flew off the stage.
I saw Master Mingran, the abbot of Xiangyun Temple on the colorful shed on the right, walking to the stage, facing the crowd of heroes in the audience, he said with a smile: "Amitabha, the heroes of the free sect in the audience, the masters who want to compete for the supremacy of the southeastern martial arts, please invite me."
Come on stage quickly, there are only two performances left, and as soon as noon passes, masters from various sects in the southeast will compete for supremacy."
As soon as he finished speaking, amidst the noisy discussion of Wan Yinghao in the audience, a loud shout suddenly sounded, saying: "Come on down!"