After the failure of ascension, he traveled to the ancient farmhouse to be a group pet

After the words fell, a burly man stepped onto the stage.

Jiang Chacha and others, as well as many people present, knew this person——Guan Songtao, the current head of the Guanzhong Swordsman School.

"Ha, boy, let me try your skills with a big sword!"

As soon as Guan Songtao came on the stage, he fought Jiang Ershi directly without shouting.

When the swords clashed, clanging sounds and bursts of cold wind swept the entire field, and everyone watched the battle between the two intently.

Whether it's physique, age or even the size of the weapon, Guan Songtao is [-]% better than Jiang Ershi.

But no one was determined to conclude that Guan Songtao would win.

In the past two days, every disciple from Tianji Pavilion shocked them all to an unexpected degree.

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion have already achieved their own achievements at a young age.

No one would underestimate Tianji Pavilion at will.

The moves of Guan Zhong Dao were really fierce, and Jiang Ershi also felt the pressure during the battle.

The battle between the two was very stalemate, inseparable, and each move was very interesting.

Jiang Ershi was able to learn some new moves from the fierce moves of the sword, and finally, with the help of very strong internal force and the support of the Qingshuang Sword, the tip of the sword reached the ground and flew to the top of Guan Songtao's head.

Then when Guan Songtao swung the sword again, he put away the Qingshuang Sword and pointed the sword at Guan Songtao's face.

Jiang Ershi narrowly won.

Guan Songtao laughed loudly, shouted happily, and stepped off the stage with Jiang Ershi shoulder to shoulder.

At this time, it was already noon, and after the end of the scene, everyone began to slowly disperse for lunch.

The game in the afternoon came soon. In the morning, it was interrupted by the adult man of Zhengrong Jiange. In the afternoon, the Duanqingshan faction continued to challenge each sect step by step. When there was a little red around the sun, Qingshan finally came out with a relatively young disciple. After taking the stage, he directly challenged the green bamboo swordsmanship.

Jiang Chacha stretched her neck. The Green Bamboo Villa, which is even more mysterious than their Tianji Pavilion, is finally about to appear!

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Not far from the Zhengrong Jiange, a young man in green stood up and walked to the stage.

"Wow! So handsome!" Jiang Chacha said, and the men around her, all big and small, looked at the young man in green with sullen faces.

His face was completely dark, and his eyes were flashing coldly.

People from other sects around Tianji Pavilion felt a sudden chill all over their bodies, feeling inexplicable and at the same time couldn't help but tighten their clothes.

The voices of talking to each other did not stop:
"Hey! Why does this man look so good? Do you know what the origin of this kid is?"

"You don't even know this person? Are you ignorant?

This green-clothed boy is a genius boy among the younger generation of Green Bamboo Villa who can practice [-]% of the green bamboo swordsmanship!He is the leader of the younger generation of Green Bamboo Swordsmanship! "

"Ah? So powerful? This is the first time that this young man is called to play? Isn't that overkill? The disciple of Duan Qingshan seems to have no reputation, and he is not the opponent of this young man at all!"

"What about this boy, this boy, when I tell his name, you will know who this kid is!

Listen up!This young man in green is Ming Daolei, the youngest personal disciple of the leader of the martial arts in Green Bamboo Villa! "

"What! He is Ming Daolei! That's really overkill! The Dongrong Ming family is a big family, and this Ming Daolei is considered to be the best of the younger generation of the Ming family.

But—how do you know so well? "

"Aren't you talking nonsense! We are also people who practice swordsmanship. Of course, we have studied the swordsmanship sects of the Heavenly Sage Dynasty! After our research, we admire the green bamboo swordsmanship very much!

Compared with the green bamboo swordsmanship, the majestic swordsmanship with the meaning of softness is very distinct, while the green bamboo swordsmanship is with the meaning of refreshing. "

"Refreshing? What does that mean?"

"It means, clean and refreshing! The sword does not bleed, this is clean! A sword seals the throat without leaving any trouble, this is refreshing!"

"Oh! You have studied it so thoroughly!"

"Of course, we didn't say that before, what we admired the most was the green bamboo swordsmanship, but today, we have changed. Compared with the green bamboo swordsmanship, we have other objects of respect!"

"Oh? Who?"

"Hey - that's right there! The one from Tianji Pavilion!"

"Oh~ I'm also curious when you say that. You said that if the swordsmanship master of Tianji Pavilion is compared with the green bamboo swordsmanship, who can be better?"

"Who knows, but I'm still very optimistic about Tianji Pavilion..."

The people at the ginger tea coffee table also listened to what these people said, and at the same time they were also aroused.

"Second Brother! Do you think you can beat Ming Daolei? I think you can! I like you!"

Jiang Shiyuan had been kept under Jiang Wenyuan's pressure to keep him from being excited and unable to control himself on stage, but now he was a little excited after hearing the people around him talking, and his heart was itching, so he wanted to encourage Jiang Ershi.

At this time, the two people on the stage had already started fighting, one with bare hands and the other with advanced swordsmanship.In sparring they were on par.

Jiang Ershi frowned tightly, why did he feel that disciple Duan Qingshan had been deliberately concealing his strength?

Hearing Jiang Shiyuan's voice, Jiang Ershi didn't react too much. Even if he didn't have to fight and just observed him with the naked eye, he could feel some of the opponent's moves.

But not long after, when he found that Ming Daolei was using green bamboo swordsmanship more and more quickly, and he could no longer see his moves clearly with the naked eye, Jiang Ershi felt eager in his heart.

He suddenly wanted to step forward and compete with Naming Daolei.

On the field, Ming Daolei's subtraction was getting faster and faster, but that Duan Qingshan disciple didn't lose his position at all because of Ming Daolei's attack, and he was very methodical between evading and attacking every move!

Now anyone who understands can see that the Duan Qingshan disciple in the past few competitions actually deliberately concealed his strength.

They even felt that even when this man was fighting Ming Daolei at this time, he hadn't shown his true strength!

Ming Daolei's swordsmanship visibly started to fluster with the naked eye, and there was a trace of clear anger in his solemn expression.

Ming Daolei was in a mess, and Duan Qingshan's disciple seized the opportunity to knock Ming Daolei off the stage with a punch.

That Duan Qingshan disciple seemed to have red eyes, and he stepped off the stage with Ming Daolei, and then he was about to strike again under the astonished eyes of everyone.

It seems that there is some kind of hatred between the two of them!
"Du Xinli! Stop!"

A loud shout came from the place where the Green Bamboo Villa School was located.

The movement of Duan Qingshan disciple obviously stagnated for a moment, and then he did not flinch, and directly struck out with a heavy fist, avoiding the sword that Ming Daolei swung in a panic, and directly landed the heavy fist on Ming Daolei's chest.

"Du Xinli!!! How dare you!!!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's eyes were shattered, and when he hurried to catch up, he drew his sword and pierced Du Xinli's chest fiercely from behind.

"puff--"

"puff!"

Ming Daolei and Du Xinli vomited blood one after another. The former stared wide-eyed when he saw the middle-aged man stabbing the sword into Du Xinli's chest, and there were strong complex emotions amidst the pain.

The latter twisted around with difficulty, allowing the sword to spin around in his chest, and after spitting out another mouthful of blood, he looked at the middle-aged man with eyes full of sarcasm, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.

That smile, stained with blood, should have been hot, but it made people feel endlessly cold.