Although Chen Tianshan was younger in seniority and sect, his father had a very good personal relationship with Nie Qinglong, so he still brought his two disciples up to say hello.
Chen Tianshan led his two disciples to greet everyone present one by one.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Tianshan, why didn't you bring Shuping?"
Nie Qinglong raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down, and said with a smile.
He didn't see Lan Shuping.
This kid has a sweet mouth. Every time he comes to visit with Chen Tianshan, he is very good at flattering him. Nie Qinglong also likes this kid.
This time Chen Tianshan did not bring him, but instead brought another disciple, which made him a little strange.
After everyone talked, Lu Jiu learned the name of this disciple with dark circles, He Huan.
It's a coincidence that this disciple has always looked like a salty fish.
Ever since that day when Chen Tianshan made up his mind to open a small stove, he seemed to have enlightened himself and made rapid progress!
In the past three years, he has become the most outstanding disciple of the Tianshan Sword Sect!
Well...this is also because Lan Shuping is not here.
Lu Jiu, on the other hand, knew it in his heart.
Lan Shuping should have been released by Chen Tianshan for training.
Chen Tianshan's answer was not what he expected.
"Thank you for your concern, uncle. Shuping is not young now, so I will let him go out and have some experience."
Chen Tianshan said with a smile, and then glanced at Lu Jiu.
"I would also like to thank Junior Brother Lu Jiu!"
Nie Qinglong nodded when he heard this. He had followed Lu Jiu all the way and naturally knew about Lan Shuping's defeat by Lu Jiu.
But he didn't know that Chen Tianshan had released Lan Shuping for training.
Lu Jiu couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw his cheap senior brother.
He still owes himself three taels of gold!
But now Lu Jiu is not short of money, so he is too lazy to talk.
If he is short of money one day...then Chen Tianshan will just wait for the profits to compound!
Everyone exchanged some pleasantries.
…
Zhao Dadong also came to the arena at this time.
Except for special characters like Death Minghua, everyone who wants to enter this Heroes Conference needs an invitation letter!
Zhao Dadong himself did not play invitation letters.
But the Swift Wind Swordsman—Yasuo does!
The relationship between Qinglong Pavilion and the Assassin Organization is not good, nor can it be said to be bad. After all, half of the Xuanwu Kingdom's prosperity depends on the various sects and half on the Assassin Organization.
Therefore, Qinglong Pavilion sent invitation letters to some relatively famous people.
But many people didn't come.
Lu Jiu did not need this identity for the time being, so the invitation letter naturally fell into Zhao Dadong's hands.
Zhao Dadong is not short of money now, so he plans to come and take a look when he is bored.
However, as soon as he entered the stage, he attracted the attention of everyone in the audience!
"It's actually Yasuo, the swift swordsman who ranks twenty-eighth on the assassin rankings! Why is he here?"
"Is he the first assassin to come to the Conference of Heroes?"
Many people were whispering and discussing, and their eyes fell on Zhao Dadong.
Although Qinglong Pavilion sent invitation letters as a courtesy to some assassins on the list.
But generally speaking, no one will come to watch a competition like the Tournament of Heroes, which is considered a children's fight.
After all, everyone who can enter the top 100 is a master of the second tier!
There is no money to be made from coming to see the Heroes Conference!
Therefore, Zhao Dadong became the first assassin to come to see the Conference of Heroes.
Zhao Dadong didn't pay attention to these looks.
He's already used to it.
Holding a pot of wine and a roast duck, Zhao Dadong walked towards the first-class seat next to the VIP seat with a serious look.
Lu Jiu taught him this. He said that doing this would make him look better. Oh, he’s awesome!
Zhao Dadong has a sad stubble and a serious, weathered face, and is dressed in a ronin costume.
Everyone along the way was as scared as a tiger and stayed away.
After a burst of loud gongs and drums, Qinglong Pavilion arranged some opening ceremony programs, and then an elder of Qinglong Pavilion came on stage to explain a few words.
Lu Jiu felt a little boring, so she secretly took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging.
"..."
He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Mei Huaji looking at him expectantly.
...Forget it, everyone who sees it has a share!
Lu Jiu rolled his eyes, took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and handed it to him.
The little kid was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, his face almost bursting from laughter.
"cough."
Yan Luojun suddenly coughed, without squinting his eyes, and his face turned slightly red.
I don’t want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake!
Don't talk nonsense!
My throat is just a little itchy!
Are they all staring at me when they have nothing to do?
Lu Jiu's mouth twitched.
He had no choice but to take out two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and handed them to Yan Luojun.
She also looked surprised and bewildered.
Pretend! Keep pretending!
Lu Jiu cursed secretly in his heart.
"Young thief, bring me the old man and let me eat a piece of it!"
At this moment, Luan Minghua suddenly turned his head, picked his nose and said with a smile.
Don’t mix it with the orli in your hand and eat it together!
Lu Jiu's mentality exploded.
We can only be forced to open business and have no choice but to lose money.
It’s gone, it’s really gone! I’ve been squeezed dry by you one by one! Not a drop is gone!
Lu Jiu's heart was bleeding!
But Nie Qinglong was seen extending a hand towards him without looking back.
"..." Lu Jiu.
Are you devils!
Lu Jiu handed the last piece of osmanthus cake to the old man with a painful look on his face.
At this time, his face was ashen.
At this time, a powerful voice sounded in the center of the field.
"Next, please invite Miss Yan Luojun of Red Phoenix Palace and Young Master Lu Jiu of Qinglong Pavilion to present us with a wonderful battle!"
Many "entrustees" at the scene, that is, the disciples of Qinglong Pavilion, cheered.
Many spectators who had no idea what to say also cheered.
The shouts were loud and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively.
Lu Jiu walked down with a pained expression on his face.
Yan Luojun snickered when he saw this.
Lu Jiu glared at her.
'Why are you laughing? I'll beat you to tears later!'
But who would have thought that this girl was smiling even more happily, her body was trembling, and her large red robe was rippled.
The corners of Lu Jiu's mouth twitched and he decided to ignore it.
…
On the central stone platform, the two people stood looking at each other.
Lu Jiu gave the Duan Chen Sword to a disciple for safekeeping, and brought with him a standard horizontal sword from Qinglong Pavilion.
After all, he now represents Qinglong Pavilion, a major sect of swordsmanship.
"Let me see if you are worthy of the young master of Qinglong Pavilion!"
The smile on Yan Luojun's face disappeared and he looked calm.
She has a strong competitive spirit.
But she never underestimates the enemy and is extremely serious about fighting.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, this is what her aunt taught her!
Yan Luojun is not a fool, and obviously the Lu Jiu in front of him is not a rabbit.
Although she didn't know how powerful Lu Jiu was, she had already made up her mind to go all out!
She doesn't like others to be merciful because she is a girl, because it will make her feel slighted!
She even swore in her heart more than once - Only those who can defeat me, Yan Luojun, are qualified to be my man!
'If you dare to show mercy, I will definitely make you lose ugly!'
After looking at Lu Jiu, Yan Luojun thought to himself.
Lu Jiu didn't know what Yan Luojun in front of him was thinking.
I'm sorry, Miss Yan, it's not me, Lu Jiu, who is straight and doesn't know how to show mercy to women.