Nangong Baiye blinked his eyes first, then smiled wantonly, and met the scholar's gaze nonchalantly.
The four eyes meet.
One is calm and the other is smiling and wanton.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Everyone else has become a foil.
It's so quiet that you can hear the wind blowing around...
Then, the "scholar" raised his lips and laughed, and his deep voice sounded in his ears, just like the late-night radio sound, as magnetic and mellow as gold sand slowly flowing by.
At that moment, Nangong Baiye had only one thought: she should stay away from this scholar.
Not because of fear, but because the more mysterious it is, the more dangerous it is.
The more dangerous it is, the more dangerous it is, which means trouble.
She smiled slightly and looked away.
On the ring, the fat-headed official continued to announce: "The martial arts competition has entered the retest. There is a box on the left hand side of each contestant. There are several numbers in the box. Everyone draws numbers first. The one with the same number is the opponent!"
I don't know if it was fate, but the numbers drawn by Nangong Baiye were exactly the same as Nangong Hongyan's, and their numbers were both 1, which meant that this was their first competition.
Nangong Hongyan stood on the ring, armed with fire and a long whip in hand, as if she didn't know what modesty was.
Nangong Baiye also walked up and bowed with a smile in accordance with the rules of the competition.
However, Nangong Hongyan seemed not to notice, and shouted loudly: "Why are you causing so much trouble? Do you believe that I can get rid of you with one move?"
"It seems that you like quick decisions." Nangong Bai curled his thin lips in the middle of the night, with amusement in his eyes.
It's a pity that Nangong Hongyan, who is so proud, did not realize the danger. She even forgot that she had fought against the person in front of her. She still raised her chin and said, "Yes! If you are sensible, please kneel down and beg for mercy. I can consider it."
Spare your life."
"Well, you want the kneeling position? That's as you wish..." As he spoke, Nangong Baiye's whole body bounced out, his body almost bent to an incredible point, and his body like a dragon swept like the wind.
Come.
This time was different from the last time, she took the initiative.
In just a few tenths of a second, she had already grabbed Nangong Hongyan's arm and used force...
Creak!
At the same time as the sound of bones breaking, Nangong Baiye suddenly turned over, his long hair flying, raised his white legs, and suddenly struck Nangong Hongyan on both knees!
It was a move that no one had ever seen before. It was impossible to tell which sect it belonged to or where its master came from. There was no extraneous fancy in every move she made.
Instead, it is direct, effective, and forcibly blocking the opponent's death door!
Nangong Hongyan didn't have time to react at all. She didn't even let out her martial spirit. Her legs went weak and she knelt on the stage!
Everyone in the audience took a breath, and even Nangong Ruier, who was sitting on the judges' table, squeezed the silk scarf in her hand tightly, her eyes flashing with obvious poisonous intent!
But Nangong Baiye laughed softly. She stood with her backlight, one hand clasping the back of Nangong Hongyan's neck, and one foot stepping on her long whip. The stunning beauty exuding from her whole body could almost burn people's eyes!
"You invincible pariah, you!" Nangong Hongyan shouted with a red face: "Let me go!"
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "How can I win without using force? Firstly, I didn't use a hidden weapon, and secondly, I didn't violate the competition rules. How can I win without using force?"
"You...you..." Nangong Hongyan couldn't think of an excuse, and her eyes fell on her mask: "If you don't have a ghost in your heart, why are you wearing a mask! You are obviously playing tricks, and I don't know what evil methods are used.
Beat me!"
Nangong Baiye shook his head: "You can even say such things, Miss Qi, what are you made of? So thick-skinned."
"You!" Nangong Hongyan knew how humiliating her current position was. She couldn't help it for a moment, and turned to look at the judges: "Mr. Chen, if you don't hurry up and ask this untouchable to let go of his hands, she
Cheating!"
"This..." Mr. Chen hesitated, then looked at Nangong Rui'er and Murong Shaofeng at the table, and slapped the wooden block under his hand: "You unruly man, let Miss Nangong go quickly, don't use any tricks.
!”
Hearing this, Nangong Baiye smiled. She turned her head, her eyes as bright as stars: "It turns out that the test of martial arts is not about kung fu but background. I clearly beat Miss Nangong, but Mr. Chen said that I used tricks, but I
I want to ask Mr. Chen, did I violate one of the rules of the game? He also said that Mr. Chen is simply indiscriminate and thinks that whoever has a powerful family can win the game. Then we ordinary people who have no power are
Shouldn’t I come to the competition?”
Her voice was not loud, but was as calm as stone, and every word was imprinted on the hearts of the spectators.
The people in the audience were ordinary warriors who came here because of their reputation, just wanting to stand out through martial arts competitions and honor their ancestors.
If even the martial arts competition involves the family background of the contestants and it becomes unfair, then it's nothing!
A riot gradually rose up in the crowd, and some people even began to raise their arms and ask Mr. Chen to give them, ordinary people, an explanation!
Mr. Chen had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and shouted in a weak voice: "Quiet, quiet!"
"Tsk tsk, this is what you get for arguing with your mother." The little man shook his head and sat on the roadside, bulging his cheeks and began to suck the juice from a tomato, his round eyes full of satisfaction.
The scene in the audience became increasingly uncontrollable. Mr. Chen twisted his sleeves to wipe his sweat and glanced at the judges' table again.
"That's enough!" A cold voice sounded, and Murong Shaofeng stood up from the wooden chair. His handsome profile was calm and powerful: "The most important thing in a martial arts competition is fairness. You can rest assured on this."
As he said that, he walked towards Nangong Baiye step by step, his sleeves were covered with wind, and his eyes were cold: "But for those who deliberately want to disrupt the competition, I will never let him go lightly! So I advise this contestant
, it’s best to let Miss Seven go, otherwise this general has the right to sentence you out!”
"Is this what General Murong calls fairness?" Nangong Baiye's eyes revealed a sarcastic smile: "As far as I know, General Murong was so poor when he took the test that he didn't even have a decent weapon. If not..." said
At this point, she paused and chuckled like the wind: "If it weren't for someone who didn't care about your background and tried their best to help you, General Murong probably wouldn't have been able to pass the preliminary round, let alone become a general to protect the country! Now, you look down on civilians.
As a person of good origin, General Murong, what do you want me to say about you? Haha."
Following Nangong Baiye's words, Murong Shaofeng's expression became darker and darker, so dark that even his eyes turned to frost.
But after all, he is not the kind of person Nangong Hongyan is who gets angry regardless of the consequences when provoked.
He has a lot of scheming and forbearance.
Especially in front of so many people, he couldn't do anything inappropriate.
Murong Shaofeng sneered: "I, the general, may not care about your rude remarks, but since ancient times, no one has ever participated in a martial arts competition wearing a mask. Please take off your mask first, and then come and compete with me."
Talk about family background and talk about fairness."
"You want me to take off the mask?" Nangong Baiye lowered his eyes, as if thinking.
Murong Shaofeng took another step forward, and a strong sense of oppression came to him: "What? You don't dare anymore?"
"There's nothing you dare not do." Nangong Baiye smiled, his long hair blowing, and his bare hands slightly raised.
A delicate and beautiful little face was exposed in the golden dusk...
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