Super Junior Grandmaster

Chapter 741 Pang Tong
The public's evaluation of Xie Qiuhan in the arena became more and more vulgar and outrageous, which made Ye Wentian and everyone want to laugh.

But on the stage, Xie Qiuhan didn't care about other people's comments at all, the water-cold sword in his hand was lingering with cold air, as if it was about to freeze the surroundings.

"When~~"

"Om~~"

The two swords intersected, and the two leaned back with their strength. The tyrannical force tore apart the special red carpet spread on the ring.

Xie Qiuhan stood holding the sword, the hair on his sideburns fluttering in the wind, the cold air still lingered on the Shuihan sword, it didn't weaken at all, and gradually strengthened.

"I didn't expect this guy to be quite handsome." The voice of whispering in the crowd came again.

"Brother Xie's swordsmanship is already perfect, so it may be difficult to win this time." Xiaorou said softly.

"Until the last moment, we don't know who will win." Xie Qiuhan jumped up, like a gliding swallow, light and elegant.

"So handsome!" Under the arena, some women couldn't help being nympho.

"What a quick sword! Taking advantage of the situation to overwhelm the enemy, this guy really has no mercy." Some people who value Xiaorou inevitably have hostility towards Xie Shuihan.

Xiaorou's mind was quick, and she threw the sword in her hand towards Xie Shuihan.

With a crisp sound, just as the two swords intersected, Xiaorou's right hand had already grasped the sword, and she breathed out her strength, the sword energy blocked part of the opponent's sinking force.

"Between a square inch!" Xiaorou stepped in the air, using her soft power to the extreme, and she jumped towards the other side quickly.

"This little girl can actually walk in the air. How did she do it? This footwork is amazing!" The eyes of the people around were full of splendor.

The elder Ji stood up regardless of his identity, and looked at Xiaorou in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Rou stood on tiptoe with her right foot, turned around, and saw Xie Qiuhan stopping at her previous position, her eyes lit up, the sword in her hand shone brightly, and a mysterious aura enveloped her.

"The breath of the Sacred Heart Art!" Wu Xin's pupils shrank slightly, and her gaze was fixed on Xiaorou.

Holding the sword in hand, Xiaorou rushed towards Xie Qiuhan with great speed.

"The wind is rustling, Yi Shuihan!" Xie Shuihan's eyes froze, and he quickly drew his sword.

"When~~"

The sound of the sword's cries was deafening, and someone with a low cultivation base tightly covered her ears, but at the moment when the two swords met, Xiaorou stopped the retreat with all her strength, held the sword and went up again.

Xie Shuihan's eyes froze, sensing Xiaorou's intentions, he used his standing skills to stop the momentum of retreating, but just as his figure stopped, Xiaorou's sword had already pierced.

Xie Shuihan blocked with his horizontal sword, Juli knocked them back again.This time, Xiaorou was shocked back seven or eight steps, while Xie Shuihan was directly knocked out of the ring.

"This little girl is really calculating!" Cao Hua sighed helplessly.

"I lost!" Xie Shuihan was not angry, looked at Xiao Rou and nodded slightly, then walked to Cao Hua's side.

"This little girl's talent, mind, and character are all strong. If such a character doesn't die young, she might become a big shot." The man in black praised.

"This trip is really worthwhile!" said the white-clothed "Young Master".

……

In fact, Xiaorou didn't want to fight anymore, and it was her limit to be able to use tricks to knock Xie Shuihan out of the ring, but at this moment, it was hard for Steward Ling to bring it up.

Since having that dream, just like Ye Wentian, her thoughts have gradually changed, the youthful past has receded rapidly, and she has learned a lot about the warmth and coldness of the world.

At this moment, although Ling Xuezhen didn't show anything, but based on her understanding of Ling Xuezhen, the distance between her and her must have widened, and it was already an irreparable gap.

It is undeniable that some servants surpass their masters. Some masters do have such a big tolerance, but that person is definitely not Ling Xuezhen.

Seeing Xiaorou's slightly frowning brows, Ye Wentian couldn't help but feel distressed. He knew that Xiaorou had suffered a secret injury in the fight with Xie Shuihan just now. Although it was not serious, if he fought again next time, he might suffer internal injuries.

The weakest of the remaining players on the field were also comparable to Xie Shuihan, let alone the strongest.

"Patriarch Ling, I'm sorry for interrupting." Ye Wentian had to stand up for Xiao Rou's consideration.

"Master Ye, what's the matter?" Patriarch Ling looked at Ye Wentian curiously.

"It doesn't make any sense for Miss Xiaorou to go on stage again, the young talents in the ring are no longer something Miss Xiaorou can deal with." Ye Wentian bowed and clasped his fists.

At this moment, all the focus was on Ye Wentian, and he became even more curious about Ye Wentian's identity.

"Who is this kid?"

"Who knows."

"It's from Weiyuan Escort Bureau, I met yesterday."

"People from Weiyuan Escort Bureau!"

"This kid seems to love Miss Xiaorou."

"Damn, the Weiyuan Escort Bureau doesn't have a single young talent, what's the weight of this kid coming out of his head."

……

"It's really you!" At this moment, the "Master" in white put away his folding fan, and she had already determined that this person was Ye Wentian she was looking for.

"My lord, is there any entanglement between you and Ye Wentian?" the woman in Tsing Yi asked doubtfully.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." The white-clothed "Master" frowned.

"Yes." The woman in Tsing Yi quickly shut up.

……

Xiao Rou looked at Ye Wentian strangely, not understanding why this man wearing a hat kept paying so much attention to her.

Ling Qianfan glanced at Ye Wentian, and smiled slightly: "Xiao Rou can not play, but in that case, how about you come to replace her?"

"Wentian!" Qin Yulian pulled Ye Wentian's clothes.

Ye Wentian glanced at Xiaorou, thought for a while, and sat back.

"This kid is cowardly!"

"I knew it!"

"Useless man."

"If it were me, I would go up there with all my might."

"I don't even dare to be a confidante in anger, let alone such a good thing, you bastard!"

All the elders could see that the facts were not what everyone in the arena talked about, on the contrary, Patriarch Ling valued Ye Wentian very much, otherwise he would not have said these words.

Xiaorou rested for a while, saluted Ye Wentian, and then focused her attention on the remaining five people.

"Brother Pang Da." Xiao Rou clasped her sword at Pang Tong and said.

"I have to say that Miss Xiaorou's talent is higher than mine, but there is a gap in experience. Choosing me means the end." Pang Tong walked across to Xiaorou step by step, his tall and mighty body was like a thick subway tower.

Flipping his hand, a silver spear appeared in Pang Tong's hand.

"This is the Pang family gun that my father gave me. It is a ninth-grade spiritual weapon. It is 220 meters long and weighs [-] kilograms. If I use it to compete with you today, I respect you as an opponent." Pang Tong said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Brother Pang, for valuing Xiaorou." Xiaorou said.

"Pang's gun focuses on killing the enemy to win. If Miss Xiaorou loses, stop quickly, otherwise I will be inappropriate." Pang Tong said in a deep voice.

"Okay, thank you Brother Pang for reminding me." Xiao Rou nodded.

(End of this chapter)