Chapter 2 A stone stirs up a thousand waves

Light and gas are like electricity, and the wind is like thunder.

The big seal of silence is shining, and Wu Pengwei is generally blocked by the four-way wall in the southeast and northwest.

The big hand print is extremely powerful. It is a golden chaotic skill of the moon character, which almost beats the whole audience as soon as it appears.

In contrast, no one pays attention to the red and white light looming in the bright golden light.

"Boom"

The thunderous sound rose, almost tearing the eardrums around the ring.

And on the ring, it is full of wind and snow, surrounded by fog, white and vast, and you can't see the real situation clearly.

After a while, the figures of the two appeared in the ring.

The ring was in a mess, and the wind and snow swept away, and the Qingtian stone exposed the ground was more than half broken into several halves, as if it had been bombarded.

Zen Qinglei stood upright, and his whole body was intact, while Wu Pengwei, who was opposite him, was pale, and his two sleeves were blown to pieces, looking extremely embarrassed.

Everyone off the stage suddenly cheered, thinking that the winner had been divided. Most of these people were happy for their own pockets.

But after a long time, I didn't see the two of them step down. While wondering, I heard Zen Qinglei ask in a low voice, "What martial arts do you use?"

Wu Pengwei pondered for a moment and said, "I haven't figured out the name yet."

Zen Qinglei asked again, "How did you see through the flaws of my silent big handprint?"

Wu Pengwei smiled and pointed to his heart, "Everything is fantasy. If you look at it carefully, the fantasy will naturally be eliminated."

"Very good." Chan Qinglei nodded and smiled, "I lost."

After saying that, he walked down from the ring.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what had happened.

Only the silent disciples who rushed to Chan Qinglei knew that when Chan Qinglei was surrounded by them, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell into a coma. Before falling into a coma, he only said one sentence: "Take me away quickly. Don't let others see my injury and lose the face of the sect."

Chan Qinglei hurriedly helped his fellow door away. No one paid attention to it. He just stared at Wu Pengwei, who was smiling on the ring, and his mind was blank.

It was not until the referee of Wu Wangzong announced that the winner of the competition was Wu Wei of the sunset sect that everyone woke up like a dream.

But the young man in the ring has long disappeared.

So, there was a sound of sadness.

"Oh, my money..."

On the fourth floor of the Jiangshan Pavilion, the old man in purple robe, who had been sitting still, suddenly patted the chair, jumped up and praised each other: "Miao, fifteen years, finally, people outside the three sects can perform the martial arts of water and fire, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

The young woman in white and the middle-aged man behind him were shocked at the same time and asked in disbelief, "The skill of water and fire?"

"Not bad." The old man sighed: "The boy of the Silent Sect is not too strong. Compared with the little guy of the Sun Sect, his strength is much higher. Unfortunately, the other party actually uses the skill of water and fire, but you are not smart enough to notice it."

"However, master, the broken character of the silent big handprint is a chaotic skill of the moon, which is extremely powerful. It is already the strongest technique that can be used in the martial soul stage. How did the teenager of the sunset sect win? Even if he uses chaotic skills, it is at most a draw rather than a win.

The old man in purple robe shook his head and poured himself a cup of tea. He held it in his palm and looked at Wu Pengwei, who was leaving the ring, and said leisurely, "It's just that the martial arts skills of water and fire may not be enough to defeat the silent sect, but if it is matched with the martial arts master. The method of 'heart and eye' that can only be understood by the realm, and there is no advantage in silence.

"What? Heart and eyes."

The young woman in white and the middle-aged woman changed color at the same time.

"Hey hey, I really want to know who the master behind this little guy is so smart." The old man in purple robe took a sip of fragrant tea, with a meaningful light in the corners of his eyes: "This Wuwang Competition is a little interesting."

not far away, Wu Pengwei, with a green shirt, is disappearing from the sight of everyone.

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The news of Wu Pengwei's victory over Zen Qinglei spread, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

In the north of Wuwang City, in an open yard, Li Wuxian was sitting in the middle of the yard with his legs crossed. He held a wine pot in his left hand and grabbed a roast duck in his right hand. He was eating happily. Then he saw the fat man Wuchen stumbled in and ran in with a panic.

Li Wuxin was shocked. He quickly hid the roast duck and wine pot behind him, wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeves, and pretended to be calm and said, "Wuchen, why are you so flustered? You have the demeanor of a disgance of your family."

Wuchen ran out of breath and didn't pay attention to what Li Wuxin was doing. He gasped and said, "Brother, the big thing is not good. Chan Qinglei lost."

"What?"

Li Wuxin jumped up from the stool, opened his eyes and exclaimed, "How is that possible? Who did you lose to?

"It's the boy who fought with us in the restaurant last time. By the way, it's the hometown of the little sister."

"It's actually him?" Li Wuxin raised his eyebrows and was very surprised.

At this time, the fat man's unintentional face suddenly looked a little strange and looked straight behind Li Wuxin.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Li Wuxin was a little confused.

Fatty Wuchen was very indignant. He pointed to Li Wuxin and shivered angrily: "Wuxin, you are so boring that you can eat alone and return my money."

Li Wuxin turned his head and found that the roast duck and the wine pot had fallen to the ground. He was also annoyed, but he thought about it and asked, "When did I send you money?"

"It's good. Let's share it together. Now that you eat alone and don't take me, you have to turn the portion that I didn't eat into silver for me. It's natural justice."

The fat man is dust-free and righteous.

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In the west of the city, in a secluded and deep old house, snowflakes are flying.

It's not too late. The dusk is like blood, and the white snow is slightly golden in the sunlight.

But the old house seems to be shrouded in shadow, and there is no longer a trace of light in the yard.

In the extremely deep darkness, a dark shadow was sitting cross-legged, wearing a red mask on his face. On the mask was a ferocious Shura face. The shadow was entering, and the face was also very quiet.

After a while, the door of the courtyard was pushed open. A man in a black robe came in quickly, bowed ten meters in front of the black shadow, and then said, "Big Brother Shura, Chan Qinglei is defeated."

The shadow did not say anything, but opened a pair of eyes, and the mask also changed at this time. The quiet image of Shura was as crazy as blood, and the shadow under him squirmed and trembled like a snake.

"Who did you lose to?" The shadow of the ground calmed down, and the sound under the mask seemed to come from Jiuyou, drifting and deep.

"A nobody in the sunset sect is called Wu Wei..."

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In the east of Wuwang City, there is a courtyard built near the water. The lake is glowing with blue light. Although it is the winter solstice, it is rare that it is not frozen.

A thin young man was standing by the lakeside with his hands behind his hands. He held a dark knife in his hand. His hair was messy and covered his eyes, but he couldn't stop his knife-like eyes from shooting out. The dusk light sprinkled from the sky and shone on his body, and there was a confused color. A cyan light was The irregular trembling on his body blocked the light of the sunset.

After a moment, a man with a big knife hurried in, stopped 30 meters in front of the young man, and then hugged his fist and said, "Zero, the result of the test came out. Zen Qinglei lost."

The young man's eyes tightened and made no sound. He just waved the long black knife with the scabbard in his hand, and a vast knife gas spewed out thinly, actually dividing the lake about dozens of meters wide into two.

The waves are splashing everywhere, and the wind is strong.

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Wuwang City, Lianxing Pavilion, 15 meters underground, closed and spacious practice room.

A tall young man with red hair is constantly swinging his upper body against a huge iron ball.

The iron ball was ten meters away from him, but the young man's fire rose all over his body. Every punch was waved out, which brought out a fierce fire wave. After ten meters, he still smashed a deep pit on the surface of the huge iron ball. His fist speed was extremely fast. In a moment, the surface of the iron ball was full of pit marks.

Soon, the huge iron ball could not stand such a toss and burst into pieces.

At this time, the red-haired young man stopped attacking, and his light dissipated. He took a breath. His upper body sweated like rain, and his knotted muscles trembled, with clear lines and full of wild beauty.

Suddenly, the door of the closed practice room opened, and a man in armor trotted in. Seeing the red-haired young man, he knelt on one knee and said, "Master Crazy Star, the results of today's test are out."

The red-haired young man picked up the towel on the ground, wiped his sweat, and said carelessly, "What's the fun? Zen Qinglei defeated his opponent in a few moves."

"Master Crazy Star, Zen Qinglei has been defeated." The warrior who knelt on the ground answered truthfully.

"How is that possible? Who did you lose to? Li Wuxin or Gui Shura, is the doubt zero? The red-haired young man asked loudly.

"None. Chan Qinglei lost to an unknown pawn named Wu Wei."

"What? Is it him?" The exaggerated strange screams of the red-haired youth.

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And at the same time, in the most luxurious restaurant of Wu Wangzong, the bald Boss Chen was patting the table and furious. The room was in a mess. The porcelain bottle and glasses were broken all over the ground. The servants and maids curled up in the corner of the room and dared not speak.

The broken things are very expensive and valuable. Any one is enough to live in a well-off family for a year. Every time a fat man throws one, the servants have a pain in their hearts.

"B son of a bitch, why did I raise you? I didn't even check the strength of the opponent in the competition. How much did you lose today?"

Four men with good temperament stood in front of Boss Chen. One of the short-haired men replied, "Boss, I lost 100,000 taels of silver today."

As soon as he heard that he didn't lose much, Boss Chen looked a little better. He looked at the servant in the corner of the wall, who was excited and trotted over, poured another glass of wine for Boss Chen, and then retreated.

Boss Chen drank all the wine and warmed his throat. He scratched his forehead with his little thumb, and then asked in a low voice, "What's going on this time? How could Chan Qinglei lose? Didn't he say that his opponent is an unknown junior of the sunset sect, only 15 years old?"

The short-haired man replied, "Yes, boss, our information does show that this. This boy named Wu Wei defeated Dao Er of Kuang Daomen a month ago. At that time, he narrowly won, and his strength was only the peak of the samurai. Who would have thought..."

Boss Chen waved his hand and interrupted the man's words, "I don't care about the process. As long as I know the result, remember, if there is such a mistake again, you can get out of here. By the way, check for me what is the background of Wu Wei, who the master is, no matter what, this gambling can't have such an accident again. Get out. "

Four people bowed at the same time, but Boss Chen's voice sounded behind them.

"Come back, who did you lose 100,000 taels to this time?"

"It's a young man named Chen Tian, who pressed 500 taels of silver for Wu Weisheng."

"Go along this line and find out why he pressed Wu Weisheng."

"Yes..."