"Quicker hands and feet!" the leading disciple shouted.

"It's bloody dead, it's sticky..." The disciples whispered and lifted the corpse onto the wooden cart. The next day, the rain will stop now, and someone spat: "If you can't beat your hands, you will kill me!"

It was dark, birds and beasts scattered, and the disciples of Bufan Palace cleaned the surrounding corpses. One person waved his hand on the stage, and the others flocked to gather around the gully. The blood was diluted, filled with a trembling rain.

"As soon as the ultimate trick of the splitting cloud swordsmanship comes out, don't even think about leaving the whole body behind." Someone said.

Everyone muttered for a moment, then spread out and continued to transport the corpses, filling the potholes deep in the back mountain into mass graves. They were all dyed with fish, and when they returned to the Bufan Palace, they clustered together, and the lynx who was hiding in the corner from the rain hissed and fled.

"That little beast thinks we are stinky." The disciple laughed and scolded, "One day I picked up a bird of no name, and it's still happy."

The entire Lengsang Mountain is the site of that lynx, not to mention the extraordinary palace, but it only dare not approach Wumingju. Once, among the milky-white gravel, a milky-white pigeon cooed and attacked with its fangs bared. Rong Luoyun saw it at the window, choked on the preserved fruit, spit out the core of the fruit and bounced it off his fingertips.

The lynx was hit and rolled to the ground before the dove swooped in, neighing for half a stick of incense. The carrier pigeon entered the cage, Rong Luoyun walked out slowly, bent over and put his hand on the back of the lynx's neck, and with a stroke of luck, the lynx jumped in a panic.

Carrier pigeons are used to tipping off the news, and after that, there are often things that flutter their wings to take refuge in Wumingju.

At this moment, Wumingju was dark, and as soon as Rong Luoyun entered the door, the magpies on the beam kept calling. He secretly muttered "noisy things", but after a few words, he went to the corridor and raised his head to tease.

Taking off his wet shoes and socks, he stepped onto the floor, walked slowly with bare feet, and the rain tickled all the way into the inner hall. Only light a small lamp, the screen is covered, and it is drowsy. Rong Luoyun undressed and took a bath, his face, neck, and blood stains were washed away, and even the murderous aura from his whole body was also washed away.

This day, the sword, light, sword and shadow are fiercely charged outside, in fact, it is really tiring...

The room was so quiet that people were flustered. He leaned against the edge of the bucket to brush the water, and would make some noise. Not waiting for the water to cool, he went out, put on his trousers, held a silk pillow on the quilt, and went to sleep on the couch in front of the window.

The small couch was short and narrow, and it was just right for him to curl up in a ball.

When he was drowsy, the rain-soaked gravel made a creaking sound, followed by a sound of "Second Brother", with a slightly immature tone. Diao Yuliang put away the umbrella, ran in, took off his shoes and arched it on the couch.

Gudong! Rong Luoyun kicked the half-old child away, wrapped the quilt tightly and sat up. Diao Yuliang rushed back and forth: "Second brother, call me Nuan Nuan!" He squeezed onto the couch, and the two sat next to each other. He spread his hands and offered the treasure, "Look, the scripture of wealth and honor."

A small booklet, with no names written on the outer skin, but a complete collection of disciples in the palace, and silver taels registered. Rong Luoyun took a closer look, and it turned out that this was an off-site gambling game, betting on the winner of the martial arts tournament.

Diao Yuliang flipped over: "Big brother also made a bet, three hundred taels, Zou Lin."

Rong Luoyun was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect Duan Huaike to follow suit. Diao Yuliang said: "Third brother first lost 4,000 taels, and then gave a bounty of 1,000 taels, plus the expenses of the running water table. He gritted his teeth and wanted to turn over the book."

Rong Luoyun found Lu Zhun, pressed Ruan Ni, and bet three thousand taels. No wonder the disciples of the Henggong Palace participated. If Lu Zhun lost, he would get points for 3,000 taels. "Second brother," Diao Yuliang shook him, "I have been in conflict for a long time, can you help me out?"

Tomorrow, the three winners will be decided into the extraordinary palace, and then go through the four gates in the palace, and the winner will be the first-class disciple. Rong Luoyun muttered the words "to come out on top", and the man appeared, shadowed by the mist and rain.

With a new face, the level of martial arts is unknown, and just remember being arrogant. He tilted his head and sniffed, the smell of pomelo leaves seemed to be absent, and it was still floating. Just because of the veil, Rong Luoyun thought so, just to pick up his veil.

"Fourth, pressure..." Rong Luoyun choked, "I don't know his name yet, I'll ask tomorrow."

Diao Yuliang is not at ease, no-one? But it's not easy to refuse: "Second brother, I only have thirty taels, you help me choose which one."

Rong Luoyun said, "Winning money is yours, losing money is mine." He got off the couch and took out one hundred and seventy taels from the low cabinet to make things up for Diao Yuliang. Diao Yuliang caught it and left without any objection.

The rain stopped for a while, and the wind blew all night.

The next day, the blood under Lengsang Mountain faded a lot.

There are thirty people in total, and three people will be decided in this battle, but the audience is like a block of black clouds. Huo Linfeng arrived too late, the dai-colored narrow-sleeved uniform was rolling with ripples, and he wore a Cassia sword on his waist to enhance his romance.

He dismounts in this carriage, and there are people on the stage in that carriage. The one who is arrogant is an eight-foot-tall man, with a sword cut on his temples, a black robe with a wide robe, holding a stiff whip, and a snake-shaped pattern pierced on the back of his hand with distinct phalanges.

Huo Linfeng led the reins and tied the horse, and when he reached the tree, a man jumped on the horse's back like a wild monkey. He was really surprised, and even more surprised when he saw that it was Diao Yuliang. Diao Yuliang stroked the horse's mane: "What's your name?"

Who is the surname? Huo Linfeng's single word is "Zhong", and Huo Zhong, he said: "I'm under the Du Zhong." Seeing the other person staring at him, he couldn't help but wonder, "What's the matter with the palace master?"

Diao Yuliang asked, "How does your martial arts compare to Zou Lin?"

Huo Linfeng asked back: "...Who is Zou Lin?"

"On the stage!" Diao Yuliang was quite worried, and he was just an unknown person, how could he be so ignorant. He leaned a little closer, and his fingers competed on the martial arts platform: "Dong Ruan Ni, Xi Zou Lin, do you see the snake on the back of his hand? His whip is better than a poisonous snake."

Huo Linfeng was at a loss, not knowing what the other party wanted to do, but he was also curious: "Ask the palace master, where are the south and the north?"

Diao Yuliang glanced at the drumming table: "Well, there are two masters in the south, one is drinking and the other is sticking to the jade chain." On the drumming table, Duan Huaike held a jade pot in his hand and drank slowly, and Rong Luoyun devoted himself to rescue the one. Crushed jade. He added: "As for the north side, with Huo Zhao, the Marquis of Dingbei, who would dare to be strong?"

Huo Linfeng pursed his lips and nodded, thinking that the imperial court and the rivers and lakes were clearly separated, but he did not expect to have a place in the Huo family. After chatting for a long time, Diao Yuliang patted him on the shoulder meaningfully before leaving.

He raised his eyes again, and the battle was just stopped on the stage, and Zou Lin won the eight people and waited for the whip.

Immediately afterwards, a young man came on the stage, with a handsome face in snow-white clothes and a pair of silver hooks in both hands. Lu Zhunli stood up, saw his heart and flesh, and called out "Ruan Ni" earnestly.

Rong Luoyun lowered his head, raised his eyes and smiled when he heard the sound, thinking that three thousand taels were put on Ruan Ni, isn't it more important than heart and soul? At this time, Diao Yuliang came out and presented a booklet: "Second brother, that person is called Du Zhong."

Rong Luoyun followed in secret, Du Zhong... its taste is sweet, its nature is warm, don't know if it lives up to its name.

He took a rabbit's shoulder with purple hair, and helped Diao Yuliang write the word "Eu Zhong". On the stage, Ruan Ni won four consecutive victories, flying forward and backward with a silver hook, and in the blink of an eye, his throat and belly could be pierced.

Lu Zhun kept his eyes fixed, as if he was looking at a fighting golden mountain, sometimes applauding, sometimes shouting "Ruan Lang". As Ruan Ni used his unique trick "Silver Hook Breaks His Life", he ran to the drum to personally cheer.

In the end, Ruan Ni won seven consecutive victories and thanked Lu Zhunyao with a fist. Lu Zhun said with admiration, "All said that Ruan Lang's silver hook is the most ruthless. Sure enough, when you and I fight each other, don't pierce my gut."

Ruan Ni said: "The third palace lord is too modest, and I will ask the third palace lord to be merciful at that time."

After a few words of intimacy, Brigadier Lu threw the drumstick and returned to his seat to watch the battle. There were still thirteen contestants, and a dark-colored figure descended from the sky and turned around. It was a rookie who emerged yesterday.

Everyone still didn't know his name, so Huo Linfeng reported to his family: "I'm in the lower Eucommia, please enlighten me."

When someone came to challenge him, he drew his sword to face each other and used a set of swordsmanship. Hastily ten strokes, won. Everyone recalled the first battle yesterday, and it seemed that all ten moves were a foregone conclusion. When another person came, it was still ten moves. Even if the ten moves did not win, they would still use ten moves to strike repeatedly until the opponent retreated.

Yu Lianhuan pieced together 80%, Rong Luoyun was concentrating in his hand, but he moved his ears to monitor the movement. The sword wind could be heard, and the uproar could be heard everywhere. Duan Huaike suddenly said, "This Du Zhong only uses ten moves. Is it to beware of being seen, or to be disdainful to show it?"

Rong Luoyun finally raised his eyes, watched for a moment, and was firmly attracted by the opponent's swordsmanship. Only ten strokes, but no one can break it after repeated use. His eyes moved lightly along the thin blade, his big hands, strong waist, and swayed his face to see the other party's mood.

Moves, strength, and internal strength can all be suppressed and faked, but the modality cannot deceive people. Huo Linfeng's brows stretched out, the meaning of being at ease was about to overflow, and Rong Luoyun knew that this person would never lose.

But such an exquisite swordsmanship can only show ten strokes, which makes people scratch their heads. Rong Luoyun called out "Fourth", Feiyan'er, Diao Yuliang shouted knowingly: "Du Zhong, you can only make ten moves?"

There are seven, seven and forty-nine styles of the Huo family's swordsmanship, and it becomes more and more difficult as time goes on. Huo Linfeng waved his sword and stopped for a while, answering Diao Yuliang's words, but his eyes fell on Rong Luoyun. "Shaoxia Ruan Ni got the drumming of the palace master, and I am envious of him." He said, "If the second palace master plays the drums for me, I will play a few more tricks."

If it was normal, Diao Yuliang would scold and be arrogant, but now, with the snowflake silver in his hands, he had to turn his head to beg Rong Luoyun. Everyone held their breath, guessing how Rong Luoyun would attack, but who would have expected, Rong Luoyun gently put down the jade chain, swept to the drum, held the mallet and knocked on the bang, and immediately struck a series of sounds.

He turned his face slightly: "If you don't play well, drumsticks don't have eyes."

The two stood up and down, facing each other in pitch, Huo Linfeng smiled. The sword hit the mallet, as if stepping on the points in harmony, the drums were pushed up layer by layer, the wide sleeves slipped to reveal the thin white arms, and Rong Luoyun swayed his waist and struck with waves.

Huo Linfeng was satisfied when he heard the sound, and the changes in his moves were dizzying.

Suddenly, the sound of the drums was soaring and ethereal, and Rong Luoyun was able to strike with infuriating qi, and the sound spread far and wide. Huo Linfeng was immediately proud: "Let's go together." After saying that, those who refused to accept flocked to attack, and the cassia sword flickered coldly, killing all sides.

When he was in a hurry, Rong Luoyun frowned and shouted, "Not enough!"

Huo Linfeng swept away from the corner of his eye, and hacked out Zangye's trick. The golden light and sparks filled the sky, the four pillars were broken and the tiger's head cracked, and the crowd flew away with the smoke of gunpowder.

Rong Luoyun stopped in shock, and when the smoke dissipated, only Huo Linfeng was left under the mottled stage, holding his sword and looking at him, his ponytail swaying gracefully.There is a deep ravine on the table, and the entanglement he left yesterday, as if the flowers are blooming.

Diao Yuliang was ecstatic: "——Eduzhong wins! Eucommia wins!"

In just two days, the casualties were hard to count, and three people were finally decided.Duan Huaike announced: "Tomorrow at 90, Du Zhong, Zou Lin, Ruan Ni, the three young heroes, please come to the Bufan Palace to knock on the door, and the disciples of the Shu Palace will welcome them in person."

The dust settled, the crowd spread out inch by inch, and it was quite crowded.Huo Linfeng took the sword and walked to the edge very close to the drum table, just looking at the hem of Rong Luoyun's clothes.He raised his face: "Xie Palace Master beat the drum for me."

Rong Luoyun looked down at him and said lightly, "It's okay."

After that, there was no more to say, one went back to the inn from the martial arts platform, and the other went back to the palace from the drumming platform.Each pedaled, separated from the north and the south, and slowly rubbed shoulders with each other.

Rong Luoyun melted gold with a sunny day on his back, and his expression seemed to be goodbye to meet by chance.

Huo Linfeng didn't greedily look at it, he just said one sentence silently - the follow-up is endless.