Lu Xiaoyue followed Wei Zhengyu and his party and soon arrived at the Li Jiazhuang Manor.
Along the way, she held the wooden sword tightly in her hand, only in this way could she feel at ease.
In order to comfort Lu Xiaoyue, Jianzhen had to respond occasionally, saying that he was always protecting her.
Because a martial arts competition was being held, the Li family manor was extremely lively at this time, with all kinds of people from all walks of life appearing everywhere.
Some carried large knives on their backs, some had sinister expressions on their faces, and some looked extremely vicious. They were moving their hands and feet when they spoke. When they got angry, they even pulled out knives on the spot.
Lu Xiaoyue had never seen so many fierce-looking people, and she was inevitably a little scared, so she could only hold the wooden sword tightly.
On the other hand, Wei Zhengyu seemed to be at ease. People kept saying hello to him along the way, and he responded with a smile.
With consecutive wins all the way to the semi-finals, Wei Zhengyu gained a lot of popularity.
In today's competition, many people are cheering him on, hoping that he can finally win the championship.
Wei Zhengyu naturally thought so too!
As long as he can win the first prize, he will not only be able to swallow the money spent on the sword by the third son of the Li family, but he can also get the sword back.
Killing two birds with one stone, it's simply not too comfortable.
At this time, in the attic opposite the ring, two young men in fine clothes looked at everything in front of them and laughed at the same time.
"Third brother's move is indeed wonderful!" one of them said.
"Haha, the second brother cooperated well! If the second brother hadn't blocked the news in time to prevent this guy from knowing the opponent's situation, I might not have seen such a fun scene!" Another laughed.
The man called the second brother chuckled and said: "Hey, let him continue to be proud! Wait until the finals and let him know the fate of our Li family!"
"Not bad! I'm already looking forward to the finals."
It didn't take long for the martial arts tournament to officially begin.
Since it has reached the stage of the semi-finals, the tournament is no longer divided into four arenas, but merged into one.
In the first game, Wei Zhengyu, the winner of Arena No. 3, faced off against Chen Hongchang, the winner of Arena No. 1.
The opponent entered the ring early, but Wei Zhengyu, in front of everyone's attention, used a braille trick of Zhengyu Qijian, his long sword touched the railing, and then jumped into the ring.
This beautiful entrance method won the cheers of many people in the audience.
"pretty!"
"With just this move, Master Wei has already won!"
"That's right! That Chen Hongchang can't do this, so it seems he doesn't need to fight anymore!"
Lu Xiaoyue and Jian Zhen were also watching from the audience.
Hearing these people's discussions, Lu Xiaoyue became even more nervous.
This bad guy is scaring her!
Wei Zhengyu did have the intention to demonstrate.
After jumping onto the ring, he looked back at Lu Xiaoyue in the audience with a sneer in his mouth.
Although Lu Xiaoyue won the last competition, Wei Zhengyu has never been reconciled.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent tens of thousands of dollars to hire someone to make a sword.
In Wei Zhengyu's view, he was completely defeated by weapons.
The destruction of the fine steel sword was the biggest reason for his loss!
However, Wei Zhengyu never expected that the third son of the Li family would be the first to buy this sword made of ten thousand gold.
Yes, bought it.
The third son of the Li family paid every penny for the construction.
But Wei Zhengyu felt aggrieved and did not want the sword he had finally made to become someone else's.
Therefore, he secretly spread some rumors in Qingyue City.
No one expected that it would end up in this situation.
Jian Zhen saw Wei Zhengyu's sneer and couldn't help laughing.
"Haha, if you pretend to be sexy like this, be careful of getting struck by lightning!"
However, the situation did not go as Jianzhen expected.
After Wei Zhengyu faced off against Chen Hongchang, he caught a flaw in his opponent and stabbed him in the chest with just twenty moves.
Chen Hongchang abandoned his sword and admitted defeat on the spot!
Then he was carried down...
"Awesome! Master Wei is indeed the best swordsman in Qingyue City!"
"Indeed, Master Wei can create his own Zhengyu Qijian, and he has no rivals in Qingyue City."
"This martial arts competition is really an eye-opener!"
"Alas, our Qingyue City is too small after all."
The onlookers talked a lot, but it soon turned into cheers.
"Congratulations to Wei Zhengyu for winning!"
The referee announced loudly.
"Ouch!"
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Wei Zhengyu was surrounded by everyone and walked down the ring. He left the place with a high-spirited look and went to celebrate together with a group of people from all walks of life.
Even Qin Xiao, Liang Tianyi and other disciples were no exception and were dragged to drink together.
On the other hand, Lu Xiaoyue was forgotten, and no one cared about her at all.
Lu Xiaoyue was also happy to have some leisure time and could just take the opportunity to find a place to rest.
At this moment, the warriors participating in the second competition began to enter.
"Wait a moment!"
Jian Zhen shook it a few times without hesitation, telling Lu Xiaoyue not to leave for the time being.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Xiaoyue hid in a corner and asked quietly.
Jian Zhen shook his head from side to side twice, meaning: Don't go.
Just now, he suddenly discovered that there was a very powerful master in this competition. Although the man was wearing a black robe, he walked onto the ring in an unusually low-key manner.
But Jian Zhen could feel the powerful aura on the opponent's body.
He had only experienced this kind of aura in the latest move animation of "Chasing the Chicken and Chase the Dog with the Sword".
The first time he saw this person, Jian Zhen had already reached a conclusion through judgment.
This man uses a sword, and his swordsmanship is not inferior to the "proficient level" chicken-chasing-dog sword.
Wei Zhengyu is in big trouble!
Lu Xiaoyue understood what Jian Zhen meant, nodded and agreed.
Although the time spent with Jian Zhencheng was short, the two had already developed some tacit understanding.
Jian Zhen can express himself through some simple movements.
And Lu Xiaoyue can always make a guess and is willing to believe him.
In Lu Xiaoyue's heart, the stick is no longer just a weapon, but more like a good friend.
Except for Lu Xiaoyue who stayed with her wooden sword in her arms, only a few people from the world were still present.
Most of them were outsiders who had come all the way here after hearing about this martial arts competition. Therefore, they had no intention of flattering the most powerful local masters.
They want to see a close match rather than a one-sided crushing.
The second competition began soon.
The man whom Kenma favored stood motionless in the center of the ring, allowing his opponent to move in various positions and even make some tentative moves.
He acted as if he didn't see it and didn't respond.
"Shhhh! What is this?"
"Yeah, why don't you fight?"
"Come on!"
A group of spectators were more anxious than the contestants in the ring, and wished they could start fighting immediately. The fight would be dark and earth-shattering, which would be considered enjoyable.
At this time, a pair of eyes caught sight of Lu Xiaoyue, who was watching the battle seriously.