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Chapter 158
Seeing the astonished look of the host and the act of digging out his pockets to find the card, several people on the stage couldn't help laughing, and they were the only ones who saw clearly what happened.

"Brother Xiaofan's movement skills, I really can't match it!"

Zhao Yijian sighed: "If I had this body skill, I would have already obtained the Lightning Strike Wood, maybe even the Sky Thunder Stone."

"Old Jing, don't even mention it, your laoshizi Xiaoyaozong's attack skills are not very good, but your body skills are unique..."

Dong Dabin also admired Su Xiaofan's agility very much, among them several judges, Su Xiaofan's agility was number one, even Wang Zhenren from Qingcheng Taoist Temple who was always known for his agility was not as good.

"Who is the next one to play? Hurry up and announce!"

"That's right, what is the host talking about..."

"Hey, I guess I forgot the words."

"It seems to be looking for something. Really, I don't have any host qualities."

It was awkward for the host to stand in the arena. He thought it was just a formality, and he just read the name on the cue card and it was over. He didn't realize why the cue card in his hand disappeared.

The host is also a practitioner, so he naturally knows that all sects and sects want face. If he said something wrong, he would offend others for no reason, and his forehead was sweating for a while.

"Xiao Fan, return the prompt card to him."

After all, it was an exchange meeting organized by relevant departments. Seeing that the host looked blind, Lu'an shook his head, and said something to Su Xiaofan through voice transmission.

"Okay, I'm just kidding him."

Su Xiaofan chuckled, took out the card from his pocket, clamped the card with his index and middle fingers, waved his hand, and the card appeared between the fingers where the host was raising his hand to wipe his sweat.

"This...what's the matter?"

When the host took his hand down, his eyes happened to see the card, and he was immediately stunned. Could it be that he was blind just now?The card has been in your hand and you haven't seen it?
After reporting the next sect coming up, the host left the martial arts arena in a trance. What happened just now made him a little skeptical about his life. Could it be that some supernatural event happened in broad daylight?
All the people performing martial arts on stage worked very hard, and this year's exchange meeting is very rare.

Whether it can dominate the audience among its peers, whether it can leave a name in the arena of cultivators, and whether it can make the sect flourish depends on everyone's performance in the exchange meeting.

Su Xiaofan watched the martial arts performance of everyone on the stage very seriously, he had only been in contact with cultivation for half a year, except for those from the special recruitment class, everyone on the stage could crush him in terms of training time.

And although those people on the stage were not high enough in cultivation or deep enough, their punches and moves were honed through hard work, and there were many things Su Xiaofan could learn and learn from.

In addition, with Su Xiaofan's cultivation level, he can also see some deeper things, that is, the movement of meridians in each person's body when performing martial arts.

Through the operation of these Qi and blood meridians, Su Xiaofan can roughly infer the exercises they cultivated.

But for now, the exercises below the Great Zhoutian are basically the same, Su Xiaofan pays more attention to their moves.

"Su Xiaofan, you were really ashamed just now."

Just when Su Xiaofan was engrossed in staring at the people performing martial arts on stage, Su Xiaofan's voice interrupted him.

"How am I ashamed?"

Su Xiaofan was still looking at the stage, then he said something perfunctory.

"You came to the stage just now, why did you stand there stupidly? It's better not to go up."

Su Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and said, "I'm too embarrassed to call you my elder brother, hmph, you can do it even if you play tricks from our village."

"You know what a fart, if the old village chief hears it, he will definitely beat you."

Su Xiaofan turned to look at his sister, dumbfounding whether to laugh or cry, "That's called Pi Hang Tong Bei Fist, it's no worse than the Dong Jia Fist just now, but it turned into a bastard punch in your mouth."

It is true that Su Xiaofan practiced the village's Pi Hang Tong Bei Boxing since he was a child, but that is Sujia Village's boxing style, and has nothing to do with Xiaoyao Sect. If he does it, he will definitely be recognized.

Splitting, hanging, and back, has always been known for its power and ferocity. It opened wide and closed straight up and down. Su Xiaoxiao didn't understand anything at that time, but it looked a bit like a wild punch.

"By the way, why is there no one from Sujia Village?"

Su Xiaofan's heart suddenly moved, and he looked up at the judges' seat, "Master Lu'an, Sujia Village in Luochuan, is it considered to be in the world of cultivators?"

Su Xiaofan saw it today, even Tong Dongjie's Tong family sent people here, but there was no one from Sujia Village.

"Huh? Are you from Sujia Village?"

When Lu'an heard Su Xiaofan's spiritual transmission, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, "Sujia Village belongs to the cultivator's world, but it was announced 20 years ago that it would not participate in the affairs of the cultivator's world."

"The reason?"

Su Xiaofan asked, he was from Sujia Village, and he didn't even know it before.

"I really don't know about this, it seems to be related to some things inside Sujia Village."

Lu'an shook his head slightly, "If you ask me about this matter, you might as well ask your master, he knows a little more than me."

"Okay, thank you Master Lu'an."

Su Xiaofan nodded, kept the matter to himself, and asked his master later.

The whole morning ended with the martial arts performances of various sect families. Lu'an announced that each family would return to the hotel for dinner, and then the exchange meeting continued at 02:30 in the afternoon.

As soon as Lu'an's words came out, there was a burst of mourning at the scene, and Su Xiaoxiao almost burst into tears. She didn't want to run again.

In fact, going down the mountain is quite fast, but it also takes half an hour, and if you add more than an hour up the mountain, it will take two hours to go back and forth.

It is exactly 12 o'clock in the noon, and these people rushed up the mountain almost non-stop after they had finished eating.

Naturally, people like Su Xiaofan and the others don't care, they can take a nap in time even if the time spent going back and forth is removed.

Practitioners in the middle and late stage of Qi training are also relatively relaxed, but it is hard for those rookies in the early stage of Qi training, and in the special recruitment class, there are people who have not yet cultivated the sense of breathing.

But when Lu'an gave an order, people from the relevant departments began to clear the venue, and no one could stay except the staff.

A group of people were driven down the mountain like ducks, Su Xiaofan found a reason to get rid of his sister, just now the master told him to stay.

"This treatment is a bit of a double standard."

Following the master and a group of "peers", Su Xiaofan came to a building not far from the top of the mountain, which is the second largest power in Qingcheng, Qingcheng Taoist Temple.

Now Su Xiaofan is also very helpless, he calls Master Jing Shizhen, but he calls Senior Brother Zhao Yijian, and he is on the same level as everyone else.

As a result, Jing Shizhen immediately became complacent, teasing a group of old friends for downgrading, and almost being beaten by the group.

The Taoist eats lightly, but the tea served after the meal is a product of the forbidden area. After drinking it, it will make people feel better.

"Old Jing, you Xiaoyaozong, what about the communication in the afternoon?"

Sitting in the tea room chatting, Dong Dabin looked at Jing Shizhen with an unfriendly expression, and said, "If Su Xiaofan plays, it will be a fart, and let your Xiaoyaozong take the first place."

"Huh? The content of the communication in the afternoon is a competition?"

Su Xiaofan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, the meeting schedule stated that these three days were all exchanges, and there was no specific content.

"Well, without actual combat, what kind of cultivator is called?"

Lu'an nodded, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, each faction will compete with each other. I'm afraid it will kill everyone if you practice hard. If you see creatures in the restricted area, you don't know what to do..."

"Yes, you can see blood in this sparring, as long as you don't die."

Zhao Yijian nodded, and said: "Junior Brother Xiaofan, don't go, respect junior brother, if you Xiaoyaozong want to go, you can go by yourself."

As soon as Zhao Yijian said this, the audience suddenly burst into laughter. Zhao Yijian called Su Xiaofan his junior and called Jing Shizhen his junior. This was deliberately teasing Jing Shizhen.

"Hey, I can be regarded as carrying forward Xiaoyaozong. Two disciples of one school are both in the state of gathering three flowers."

Jing Shizhen's look of embarrassment made everyone boo, who didn't know that Xiaoyaozong was a name that Jing Shizhen, an old bastard, casually picked up, and they really took it seriously.

In fact, this is also the reason why Jianzong is willing to accept two people to start. They don't know that Xiaoyaozong still has a sect inheritance on the top of the five mountains, and they only think that Jing Shizhen has received some skills of casual practice.

You must know that most of the Zongmen's aristocratic families do not have the place where the Zongmen inherits. As far as we know on the surface, Jianzong's Sword Tomb is one.

Of course, as for whether other sects have secret inheritance, that is their own business.

However, any sect with a sect inheritance place, even if it may decline now, in ancient times, it must have been a great sect with extremely deep foundations.

With the existence of the sect's inheritance, such a sect will reappear its glory one day.

Therefore, if Jianzong knew that Jing Shizhen was of this kind of inheritance, he would never include the two of them in the gate wall.

"Uncle Lu'an, please go back and remove Xiaoyaozong's name from the host."

Su Xiaofan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if it's me or the master, they are both bullying people, you have to say hello to the host, that person doesn't look very smart."

"Let's call him senior brother. When your senior uncle shouts, how do I feel about Alexander?"

Lu'an also joked with Su Xiaofan, they were all cultivators with similar cultivation levels, no one put on airs like a senior with Su Xiaofan.

It was almost time for the exchange meeting to start, and several people hurriedly went to the venue.

Unlike many people who came at the last minute in the early morning, people in the afternoon came very early, and basically went up the mountain after lunch.

Before entering the arena, Su Xiaofan separated from Lu'an and the others, looked around the arena, and quietly sat next to his sister and Mo Zixuan.

"Su Xiaofan, I heard that this afternoon is a competition, why don't you do it?"

Seeing her brother, Su Xiaoxiao felt uncomfortable if she didn't say a few words, but caring is really caring, even if the words don't sound very nice.

"Yes, for the discussion in the afternoon, the use of magic tools is allowed, and there may be blood."

Mo Zixuan is also a little worried about Su Xiaofan, after all, in their eyes, Su Xiaofan is just a practitioner in the early stage of Qi training, he can't even kung fu, isn't he looking for abuse?

"Well, our Xiaoyao Sect doesn't participate in the discussion session." Su Xiaofan nodded, didn't say much, he just took these few days to observe and study.

In fact, Su Xiaofan seldom saw cultivators fighting, he knew little about the methods of cultivators, and his personal martial arts performances were very restrained, but when it came to the competition, each family would show their real kung fu.

The exchange meeting in the afternoon was still announced by Lu'an, but the competition was not named by the host, but was voluntary.

Maybe each family wanted to hide their clumsiness at first, but for a while, no one went to the martial arts arena, Lu'an couldn't help but frowned, and looked at Zhao Yijian.

Zhao Yijian nodded slightly, and transmitted a few words to the audience.

"I'm under Jianzong Weinan, come up to learn the best tricks from everyone, it can be regarded as attracting jade."

The Jianzong disciple who was the first to perform martial arts in the morning jumped onto the martial arts arena, with a long sword in his hand, looking at everyone in the audience.

"It's a bit too boring to always let the juniors compete and learn from each other. Which of the peers will come up and compete?"

Standing on the martial arts arena, Wei Nan looked like a sharp sword out of its sheath. His whole body was full of sharpness, making it difficult for disciples with lower cultivation levels to look directly at him.

Wei Nan was the last disciple to join the Sword Sect 20 years ago. Speaking of which, he is a generation ahead of many people in the audience, but there are also many people who are also in the late stage of Qi training.

Jianzong was the best at attacking and attacking. With the power of one person, Wei Nan almost suppressed nearly a hundred disciples in the audience, which showed the strength of Jianzong.

"I come!"

As if being told by Wei Nan that he had lost face, someone in the audience roared and jumped onto the martial arts arena.

"Dong Family, Dong Dacheng, teach Senior Brother Wei's brilliant move!"

It turns out that this person is somewhat similar to Dong Dabin, and his surname is Dong, needless to say he is from the Dong family.

The two made a salute as a martial artist, and each stood at one end of the martial arts arena.

What was a little surprising was that Wei Nan stood still, but Dong Dacheng, who was unarmed, attacked in front of him without saying a word.

Different from his nephew Dong Bubu's soft martial arts performance in the morning, when Dong Dacheng made a move, it seemed that the air exploded, and a loud noise shocked the entire peak of Qingcheng.

And Dong Dacheng's speed was not slow, as the sound had come to Wei Nan's side, his right fist hit Wei Nan's chest like lightning.

In the midst of this flash, the long sword in the scabbard of Wei Nan's left hand suddenly popped out, and his right hand quickly grasped the hilt.

With half of the blade in the scabbard, Wei Nan blocked Dong Dabin's punch with the exposed blade of the scabbard.

Hearing the crisp sound of "Dang", Wei Nan slid back three meters, and Dong Dacheng also took two steps back.

Everyone thought that Dong Dacheng would be at a disadvantage. After all, the fist was against the blade, so naturally the fist would suffer.

But when everyone looked at Dong Dacheng, they found that his fist seemed to be coated with a layer of silver luster, and the fist that hit the blade just now was unharmed.

"His glove is also a magic weapon!"

Su Xiaofan could tell at a glance that Dong Dacheng's gauntlet contained faint magic power, but the long sword held by Wei Nan was just an ordinary long sword made of fine iron, not a magic weapon.

"Brother Wei, give me a few more punches!"

Dong Dacheng laughed, and stepped forward again, his fists made a whistling sound. Under the reflection of the afternoon sun, the gloves actually gave off a dazzling luster, which was affecting Weinan's vision.

However, Wei Nan's swordsmanship is really good, he didn't deliberately distance himself from Dong Dacheng, he held the unsheathed long sword in a very small range without moving around, blocking Dong Dacheng's fist.

It seems that the ordinary long sword is easy to break, but in Wei Nan's hands, it has become very resilient. Sometimes it is bent into a semicircle when it is beaten, but Dong Dacheng's fist is still thrown out.

In this duel, Su Xiaofan couldn't take his eyes off him. He used to use power to overwhelm others, never thought that moves could have such a magical effect.

What Su Xiaofan was looking at was not Dong Dacheng, Dong Dacheng gained the upper hand with the power of the magic weapon, but Wei Nan, who only defended but not attacked, had the upper hand.

This let Su Xiaofan know that Jianzong's swordsmanship is not only indomitable, but also passive defense. An unsheathed long sword was mastered by Wei Nanshi, and Dong Dacheng's killing moves were resolved one by one.

"Do you really think I can't force your sword?"

Dong Dacheng attacked fiercely for a while, but the opponent didn't even draw out his sword, and suddenly felt his face was dull. With a wrong fist, the attack became more and more ferocious.

"Brother Zhao, let Wei Nan play, you are a bit of a bully."

Dong Dabin on the stage looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Wei Nan is only one step away from entering Sanhua Juding, right? Is he practicing sword with great success?"

"The pressure is still not enough, and we are still close to qualifying."

Zhao Yijian was also frowning at the moment, maybe only a cultivator in the realm of gathering three flowers can make Wei Nan feel the pressure and break the shackles of cultivation.

"Junior respect, how about letting Junior Brother Xiaofan take action later?" Zhao Yijian looked at Jing Shizhen who was sitting beside him.

"It's not that good. Wei Nan has no room to fight back when Xiao Fan makes a move." Jing Shizhen shook his head.

Su Xiaofan in the audience moved his ears and heard the conversation on the stage. He gave a wry smile and said via voice transmission with his spiritual sense: "Senior Brother Zhao, what my master said is right, I will hit the thunder in the palm of my hand. Do you think Wei Nan can block it?" Can you live?"

"Then forget it."

Zhao Yijian shook his head again and again when he heard the words, the thunder in the palm is a long-range attack technique, before Wei Nan practiced the flying sword, he was afraid that a thunder in the palm would put him down, and it would not be effective in practicing swords.

"Brother Zhao, what Wei Nan lacks is the tempering of life and death, and this kind of discussion is of no great use."

Lu'an said: "We will go to clear a restricted area in a while, and let Wei Nan go with us. If you don't die, you should be able to advance."

Lu'an is also very envious of Wei Nan, a genius who can advance without inner alchemy, so he is willing to give Wei Nan this opportunity.

"Huh? Then thank you Senior Brother Lu'an."

Zhao Yijian was overjoyed when he heard the words. The relevant departments would definitely dispatch elite troops to clear the restricted area. The danger is naturally there, but it should not be fatal, otherwise Lu'an would not have brought it up.

While several people were talking on the stage, the winner was also decided in the martial arts arena.

Wei Nan felt the pressure that the other party could not bring him a breakthrough, so he didn't hold back any more.

There was a crisp sound of "Dang", a sword light circled around Dong Dacheng's body, and the long sword was put into the sheath again.

"Senior brother Wei, I have learned the lesson, but my little brother is still far behind."

Dong Dacheng stood where he was and didn't punch anymore, with a wry smile on his face. Others didn't know what happened, but he knew it clearly.

"Brother Dong's boxing skills are fierce, and Wei Nan also admires them." Holding the sword in both hands, Wei Nan returned a salute.

"This match, Wei Nansheng!"

Lu'an on the judging panel announced the winner.

"How did you win? Didn't Dong Dacheng fight against Wei Nan?"

"That's right, it's obviously Dong Dacheng who has the upper hand."

"Black whistle, the referee issued a black whistle."

Hearing the discussion below, Lu'an's face turned dark. It seems that he can't become a master in the future competition, because the group of low-level players below can't understand.

But without Lu'an's explanation, the answer will be revealed soon.

Just when Dong Dacheng stepped down, a gust of wind blew, and the double-breasted jacket Dong Dacheng was wearing was opened from the chest.

Some sensible people in the audience suddenly realized that if Wei Nan's sword had been deeper, Dong Dacheng would have been cut open.

(End of this chapter)