Not a Witch

"Yeah, I'm right, hehe." After being praised, the girl laughed happily like a petted cat.

After that, the two continued to chat, chatting about the screening just now, and the situation of the second round of assessment afterward.As time slowly passed, the preliminary round gradually came to an end.

After such preliminary screening, about 200 people entered the second round.

The high platform was divided into several grids again, and then the newcomers who were called to number came onto the stage one by one to accept the duel test by those masters of the martial art.

"No. 62, Tang Nanlian."

"Here, here." The girl in light green veil stepped onto the high platform and waved to Lorraine Hill before leaving.

"I'll go up first, Sister Jialan."

"Go, I wish you success." Lorraine Hill waved his hand in response.

The two are about the same height and age, why are they called elder sister? Thoughts floated in the girl's mind, but before she had time to think about it, another voice sounded.

"No. 65, Jialan."

"Okay." She stood up, picked up an iron sword on the shelf beside her, and walked onto the stage.

Compared with the preliminary competition, this time it is more serious, and the newcomers participating in the selection can use weapons that have not been opened.

"Hi, my name is Jialan, I'm from Minzezhou." Lorraine Hill saluted slightly, looking at the old man in front of him.

He is about 45 years old, wearing blue and white cloth clothes, and a blue cloth turban on his head, which is wrapped with five-color silk threads. His hands are slightly behind his back, and a long knife is held in a rough hand, which has not yet been drawn.

After seeing Lorraine Hill on the stage, he nodded slightly, as if he felt that the girl in front of him had a light and balanced pace, which was very good.

"Attack me with the weapon in your hand, and use all your skills. Let's start." He didn't waste any time, and said directly.

"Yes."

Lorraine Hill stood on the stage, looked at the old man in front of him, stood still slightly, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand from his side.

The ordinary iron sword in his hands is like autumn water, stained with mist from the mountains and rivers, and when the mist is lifted, it also crosses the edge of the sword and gathers at the tip of the sword.

The crystal clear water drops were cut in half in the cold air, and then the blade of the sword, like a shadowless cold light, went straight into the face of the old man in front of him.

The short moment seemed as long as a century. When the old man came back to his senses, a long sword was placed in front of his neck. Although he hadn't pierced it yet, the cold air from the tip of the sword still made people dare not move at will.

The hazy water mist dissipated, the neck was cool, and the figure of the girl in front of her gradually became clear.

Seeing this astonishing scene, the referees on the sidelines also lost their minds for a short while. It was not long before the audience realized what had happened and let out a cry of amazement.

"Amazing."

"This talent is really rare..."

"It's so fast, I haven't reacted yet, it's over."

"Can that old guy do it? He was taken down by a girl so easily."

Various discussions came from the crowd below, and the factions on the surrounding square towers also noticed the girl for a while.

"interesting."

"It seems that another good seedling has emerged."

"Let's send someone to contact you next."

...

While others were discussing, the old man in front of Lorraine Hill on the stage was a little bit hesitant to get off the stage.The old man blushed, and picked up the scabbard to separate the edge of the sword.

"Let's do it again, I was a little negligent just now."

"Yeah." Lorraine Hill didn't argue, took a few steps back, and stood still again.

But this time the old man held the long knife in the palm of his hand, leaned down slightly, and looked at the figure in front of him intently.

Although his current strength is not as good as before, but before the world changed, he was also a master of Sequence 6, and he still had a vision.

The girl raised the sword slowly again, as if for demonstration, she did not change her moves, but remained the same as before.

Looking at the slowly raised sword, the old man's pupils shrank, and the long knife in his hand was pulled out like a silver sword, cutting through the cold air, and slashing across the opposite figure.

clang--

Crisp metal clanging sounded in the air, followed by a long trembling sound, countless tiny water droplets scattered on the blade, and then, the long knife fell from the air and plunged into the wooden platform upside down.

Like an extension of an arm, the iron sword landed lightly in front of the old man, pointing directly at his neck, just like the reenactment of the scene just now.

There were once again amazed cheers from the audience.

"This person's talent cannot be measured..."

"Wow, it seems that this election is going to have a big shot."

Amidst the commotion around, the host on stage also announced loudly.

"Jialan, advance."

The girl in the blue feather dress stood still in the drizzle, her appearance under the veil was dreamy and captivating.

Chapter 22 Climb the heights and look into the distance

On the waiting seat next to the high stage, a young man in a black-and-yellow dress looked at the girl on the stage and let out a voice of admiration.

"It's really wonderful swordsmanship, like an antelope's horns, light and natural. It seems that I have to show some skills this time." He tapped the folding fan on the palm of his hand, and his eyes showed interest.

"No. 149, Ying Canxiao."

As the words fell, a stern-looking man came onto the stage.He was wearing dark blue clothes, capable and tight-fitting, with one hand on the hilt at his waist.

After the old man in front of the assessment finished talking about the rules, he nodded slightly and then stood still.

When the old master who was waiting got a little impatient, he moved suddenly, like a black crow, and rushed straight to the opposite side.

呲——

There was a short and sharp rubbing sound on the stage, and when everyone turned their eyes, they found that he had pointed his sword at the old master's neck.Only at this time did everyone see clearly that the half-drawn long knife in the master's hand had been torn apart.

After a short pause, excited voices erupted from the audience.

Afterwards, the man in dark blue clothes withdrew his long sword and walked slowly down the stage, leaving everyone a silent back.

On the seats beside the wooden platform, several sect representatives who were watching the battle also chatted with each other.

"This one seems to have heard of it before."

"That's right, he is Ying Sangyang's grandson, Ying Canxiao. If there is no accident, he is likely to join Xuanyi Palace, after all, his grandfather was once the head of Xuanyi Palace."

"But will Xuanyi Palace really accept him? You must know that his grandfather was executed by the Holy Majesty for offending too many people with cruel methods. This incident also caused the status of Xuanyi Palace to plummet. excluded."

"Well, this is indeed a problem. Not only Xuanyi Palace, but other factions, including us, are also uncertain whether they should be included in the door."

"Forget it, let it be like this, don't take the initiative to contact, but don't take the initiative to refuse, it depends on what he thinks."

"Yes, uncle."

Lorraine Hill returned to her seat, and the girl sitting beside her asked excitedly.

"So strong, so powerful! Is Jianlan's swordsmanship inherited from her family? She is so superb at this age." Tang Nanlian looked at Lorraine Hill curiously, and the excitement in her eyes was overflowing, and nothing could stop her.

"Well, that's right." The girl nodded after thinking for a while, otherwise it would be hard to explain.

"Several elders in the family have practiced it before, and then passed it on to me." She thought about it, and the other witches could indeed be said to be her elders.

"That's how it is, but it's amazing. It's actually able to reach this level. My family has also been a clothing store for generations, but I can't learn how to embroider my mother's hand. I can't even embroider a duck." , Hmm." Tang Nanlian muttered, talking about her occasional stupidity.

"This... probably practice makes perfect." Lorraine Hill didn't know how to comfort her.

"It's probably true. I'm not very interested in embroidery. I'm so bored sitting under the lamp every day. I might as well go out for a walk. By the way, I'm also very interested in swordsmanship, and I've learned a little bit."

Probably more than a little, Lorraine Hill thought.She had seen it before in the preliminary competition. This young girl's swordsmanship is still very powerful, and she also has a lot of moves. She didn't practice randomly.

Just as the two were talking softly aside, there was another loud shout from the audience.When they looked up, a handsome young man was standing on the high platform. He was wearing a furious red brocade robe with his hands behind his back. The old master who was his opponent in front of him had already fallen to the ground.

"Number 178, Wu Xingkui, win."

"Acceptance." He folded his sleeves together, bowed and saluted, making the master opposite him want to get angry, but there was no way to get angry, and then he jumped off the high platform in a very chic way, and walked to the waiting seat beside him.

Under everyone's attention, he walked unhurriedly to the seat of Lorraine Hill and slightly cupped his hands.

"Wu Xingkui, I want to meet Miss Yulan. A small gift is not a respect." After he finished speaking, he took out something from his sleeve, and the small box floated up and slowly flew towards the girl. , and then drop.

Looking at the flying box, Lorraine Hill thought for a while, and instead of pushing it back directly, he tapped it lightly to open it in the air.

After the box was opened, one of the small wooden signs was revealed, which was long and narrow in shape with cinnabar patterns on it.

"Peach God Order?" Tang Nanlian who was beside her asked uncertainly.

"This is a product of the Scarlet Immortal Sect, the Peach Spirit Token to Dispel Evil. Wearing it on the body, you can enter wild and remote mountains and swamps. Generally, monsters and poisonous insects below the fifth level dare not approach. It is very convenient."

"But from the time of production, the Taoshen Token will gradually fade, and it will completely lose its effect after three years."

"What about the general value?" the girl asked curiously.

"Let's think about it, maybe 16-20 gold dishes, but now the overall strength of practitioners is not as good as before, so it may be more valuable."

Let’s say it’s precious, but it’s not particularly precious. After all, it’s something you can buy. Let’s say it’s not precious, but it’s actually very practical, and the price is right there.

Lorraine Hill thought to himself, this Wu Xingkui has done a good job, not only showing his sincerity, but also not being too expensive, making people feel like he is overpowering others.

In fact, for her, it's okay to accept or refuse. Anyway, she can afford such a gift anytime later.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu." Compared with the gift, she was more interested in the sequence that Wu Xingkui practiced, which is a relatively rare sequence of necromancy in both continents.I don't know how the various secret arts of the Mercury Dynasty came here.

After a simple thank you, Lorraine Hill stopped talking and continued to sit where he was, without even getting up.

That Wu Xingkui didn't think it was strange when he saw it. If Miss Jialan's mood changed as suddenly as that of an ordinary girl, he would look down on him a little.

After that, several other people took the stage one after another, displaying their various stunts and specialties to their heart's content.The experienced masters on the stage also commented and guided it.

Although most of them are not young and their strength has declined sharply, their vision is still there after all, and they can see a lot of things.

In the end, just when everyone thought it would end peacefully, a bald man stepped onto the stage.

"Number 199, Huanggu."

With nothing in his hands, his steps were heavy, like a giant beast, and he stepped onto the high platform step by step. His figure, which was nearly three meters high, was like a mountain, looking down at the old master below.

The master also licked his lips slightly, moistened his throat, and drew out the long knife in his hand.

"Let's get started." A faint white air rose from the aged body, and the blood vessels gradually filled up, and the skin under the skin bulged like a boa constrictor and an earthworm.