"Well, it's better to be careful. It's better to wait a little longer. I want to see if this kid is really powerful or just relying on luck."
"..."
Discussions like this were heard one after another on the seats of the famous and decent families. Many of the disciples from the famous and decent families could not believe that Ouyang Qing would lose to a little-known person.
In their view, this is simply impossible.
What's more, the kid standing on the ring looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old.
Many people are asking each other privately, who is Yun Jian?
Yun Rongrong's ears were filled with the sound of discussions from the surrounding stands and the seats of distinguished families, but the expression on her face was very calm.
Although she didn't expect that just winning against Ouyang Qing would have such a shocking effect.
At this moment, on the ring, I saw her standing with her sword in hand. The breeze blew by, her robes moved with the wind, and the hair beside her ears danced lightly. Looking from a distance, this slightly feminine face,
It actually gives people a feeling of being aloof and inviolable.
Yu Wenxu looked at him from a distance, but he was thinking in his heart, with Yun Jian's strength, if he faced him, who would win and who would lose?
For some reason, Yu Wenxu, who had always been calm and self-possessed, at this moment, the small universe in his heart actually surged slightly, and the feeling of wanting to fight with the strong grew like a raging fire.
Although he tried very hard to restrain himself, the feeling that was about to stir in his heart was still tugging at his heartstrings.
After Ouyang Qing left the ring, for a few minutes, no one was willing to challenge him.
Yun Rongrong was left alone on the ring, and she couldn't help but start to reflect on herself: Was it too obvious just now? Why did no one dare to come up now?
Unexpectedly, just as she was about to reflect on herself, she suddenly saw a gray figure coming with the wind.
And the direction in which this figure came was not from the seat of a distinguished family. He was clearly coming down from the stands.
When Yun Rongrong saw someone coming to the ring, she immediately looked at the person and began to size them up secretly.
Speaking of which, this guy is really a little bit special.
He was wearing a suit of clothes that were fully patched. Just looking at those clothes made Yun Rongrong almost wonder if beggars existed in this world.
Moreover, this man's face was also very dark, and he hadn't washed his face in I don't know how many years.
This look not only made Yun Rongrong curl up her lips, but also made her feel that it was similar to the colorful face she liked to disguise.
Of course, these are not enough. This man's hair is also messy and disheveled. Although his face is not covered, he is completely unkempt like a madman.
The only saving grace is that despite his appearance, this man doesn't even have any stubble on his chin, which really doesn't match his slovenly look.
Yun Rongrong looked at this man, and she really couldn't understand. Although this man's clothes were very tattered, they were very clean, but his face and hair were so dirty as if they had never been washed.
It gave her the feeling that this person's whole body was simply a contradiction.
When he saw Yun Rongrong looking at him, he also looked at Yun Rongrong with a very rude look.
This kind of gaze makes people feel that this person seems to be quite arrogant.
This was the first time Yun Rongrong had seen a person dressed like a beggar actually have a pair of arrogant eyes, and she felt a little more curious.
Of course, the two of them looked at each other very quickly, and their eyes did not stay on each other for a long time.
Then he saw this man dressed like a beggar suddenly pull out the long sword in his hand with a "swish" sound.
In an instant, the cold light of the long sword was exposed in the air, shining with a bloodthirsty light.
Yun Rongrong only saw the man curl his lips and smile. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, she could clearly see the fighting spirit surging in the man's eyes at this moment.
"Yun Jian, right?" the man said, his voice sounded quite pleasant, slightly hoarse and magnetic. The words in his mouth seemed to be a question, but in fact he was just talking to himself.
Because, as soon as he finished speaking, the next sentence was: "Take the move."
While speaking, his figure was already moving.
His movement was extremely fast. When Yun Rongrong saw it, she immediately understood that she was meeting a master.
Therefore, she naturally did not dare to neglect her. Seeing the man attacking her with lightning speed, Yun Rongrong also flashed her figure. In an instant, she only saw an afterimage flash past, and two figures were already facing her.
And up.
There was a "bang" sound, the two long swords collided, and cold light flashed in the air for a moment.
When Yun Rongrong saw the man's attack speed, she already understood that this time, she would have to use at least 70% of her strength to fight this man.
This person is different from Ouyang Qing. His strength is definitely above Ouyang Qing, and may even be higher than she expected.
In the first round of fighting, the moment the swords collided, both of them poured their inner strength into the swords. However, in this case, the two swords were almost evenly matched, and no one could move forward even half an inch.
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Seeing this situation, the two of them sheathed their swords and ducked almost at the same time and continued to launch the next round of attacks.
For a moment, two figures were seen fighting together, so fast that most people only saw two afterimages constantly exchanging figures, but they couldn't even figure out who the two were.
Many people sitting on the banquet of the famous and respectable family were stunned when they saw this scene.
A competition of this level would normally be impossible to take place in the ring, but these two people have such strong strength, why do they go to the ring to compete so early?
As everyone knows, at this moment, Yun Rongrong on the stage felt a little regretful and came up to participate in the competition.
How could she have imagined that she would meet such a powerful person here?
Who is this man dressed like a beggar? During the fight, he kept trying to force her to fight with all her strength.
Yun Rongrong naturally couldn't give in, and she had even begun to consider whether she should lose here?
However, the beggar man seemed to have understood what she was thinking, and said angrily: "I know your strength is more than that, so I will fight with all my strength."
As soon as the man said this, Yun Rongrong couldn't help but feel slightly startled, but her moves were only quick and not slow.
Soon, she had a smile on her lips and said provocatively: "If you want me to challenge you with all my strength, it depends on whether you have the ability."
"snort!"
The beggar man snorted coldly, his serious and focused eyes suddenly filled with fighting spirit, as if he had the potential to start a prairie fire.
Seeing this, Yun Rongrong raised her eyebrows, and a bit of fighting spirit rose in her eyes.
She had to admit that this man dressed like a beggar did have some strength. Otherwise, he would not have forced her to use even seven percent of his strength.
Moreover, Yun Rongrong was still deliberately controlling it at this time, for fear that she would lose control and accidentally split the long sword in the man's hand into two halves.
If this is the case, I am afraid that the secret of Lingyun Sword in her hand will not be kept.
She is not stupid enough to provoke everyone in the martial arts community to chase her and snatch the Lingyun Sword.
Just when Yun Rongrong was having a fierce fight with the beggar man, Mu Zixuan, who seemed very strange to Yun Rongrong, was sitting on the table in Shenlong Valley, holding her chin with one hand and looking thoughtfully.
Looking at Yun Rongrong and the beggar man on the ring, they didn't know what they were thinking.
As for Ouyang Baobao, the leader of Ouyang Baobao was finally relieved to see that Ouyang Qing had returned safely. He did not blame him for Ouyang Qing's defeat.
Seeing that the competition on the other side of the arena had started again, Ouyang Qing sat back in his seat and looked at Yun Rongrong's figure without blinking.
When his brothers saw this, they all came over to discuss with Ouyang Qing in a low voice: "Brother, you must have been negligent in the ring just now, so that you gave that kid an opportunity."
"Yes, senior brother, with your strength, how could you lose to a little-known person?"
The two people approaching him were obviously complimenting Ouyang Qingji, and the expressions on their faces seemed somewhat flattering when they spoke.
However, Ouyang Qing ignored their words and answered truthfully: "It's true that my skills are inferior to others. If you don't believe it, just take a look."
He pointed a finger at the two people on the ring who were already fighting fiercely. Their speed and attack power were much faster than when they fought him just now.
Facing an opponent of such strength, it is understandable that he would lose.
He can say with certainty that the two people fighting in the ring now are probably as strong as his father, or...
Thinking about this, Ouyang Qing didn't dare to think about it anymore. He really couldn't believe that a boy who looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old could have such strong strength.
This is impossible, how is this possible?
But with the facts before his eyes, he couldn't help but not believe it.
And his two junior brothers looked in the direction of his finger, and they saw that the strength of the two people on the ring was extraordinary, because they couldn't even see clearly the movements of the two people during the fight.
What level does it take to achieve this?
Both of them were shocked in their hearts, but they still deliberately flattered them on their faces.
"It seems someone finally went up to teach that kid a lesson."
"Yes, that man is so fast, I can definitely defeat that kid."
At this moment, all Ouyang Qing's two junior brothers were thinking was that they would be very unhappy if the senior brother association lost, so they just had to try their best to flatter him like this.
Who would have thought that Ouyang Qing was truly convinced of his defeat this time.
In fact, when he heard his two junior brothers say these words, he glanced at Yun Jian's figure, and then actually spoke for him.
"You are wrong. He will still not lose in this competition."
