Chapter 72 Martial Arts Conference Ceremony

Han Ruoli knew that Bai Xiaosheng was right. He was definitely not the opponent of the 'Night Shara'. He was sad and angry and full of grievances, and could only rest on the jar of wine in front of him... Han Ruoli picked up the wine jar, leaned back, and the chair fell back. The wine spilled out, and all fell on his face. At this moment, Han Ruoli It seems that I saw the 'Night Slash' right in front of me, with ridicule and irony...

Later, Han Ruoli was drunk and didn't know anything. It was Yan San Shao who sent Han Ruoli back to his room.

Late night, the alcohol tinged Han Ruoli's head, and the drowsy Han Ruoli got up to find water to drink. He accidentally knocked over the kettle and watched the water flowed on the ground little by little and flowed into the cracks of the floor. Han Ruoli, who was hungry and thirsty, pushed the door and was about to walk out of the room when he heard a mixed footsteps outside. Although the man tried to walk as small as possible, he was still noticed by Han Ruoli.

The animal's feeling has always been sharper than human. The squirrel jumped to the cold shoulder, idle anxiety, and the parrot also raised its vigilance and flew to the beam.

Han Ruoli returned to the bedside, put away all seven cups, jumped and hid behind the door. The door of the room was pushed open little by little. Han Ruoli finally felt that this person was Zhang Qingyun, definitely because his two wine glasses were gone. On this last night, he cruelly brought people to assassinate Han Ruoli. Grab the 'Jinghong' and the Kowloon Cup.

The door was pried open little by little, and Zhang Qingyun came in. Han Ruoli had already put up with this Zhang Qingyun, and at this time, he still had endless grief and anger...

Sword - out of the sheath - take the sword.

All the movements are only in the blink of an eye. Han Ruoli has no martial arts moves. The position to kill is seen from pirated villain books. As for the speed of the sword, it is trained by fighting with beasts in the valley.

At the moment Zhang Qingyun died, he didn't know how he died. Han Ruoli's sword pierced Zhang Qingyun's throat knot. Zhang Qingyun covered his throat with both hands and turned up without saying a word.

Han Ruoli knew that killing people in Baiming Villa was to get along with Bai Xiaosheng. Moreover, Han Ruoli also felt that Baiming Villa was monitored everywhere. How could he hide after killing people? The best place is the center of the lake.

Didn't hesitate for a moment. Han Ruoli grabbed Zhang Qingyun's body, went to the window and opened the window and stopped for a few seconds. The feeling of no one monitoring disappeared. Han Ruoli left the room with the body. This night was different from before, as if the feeling of the whole Baiming Villa being monitored disappeared. Save.

Han Ruoli came to the lake and saw many people here. He was sensitive to urge those men and women, "Hurry up! Row the boat to the other side. Without my order, no one is allowed to sail back without permission.

The boatmen were very obedient. They rowed to the shore in the middle of the night. Han Ruoli still wanted to secretly drive the boat and abandon the body. Now the plan is ruined. Sensi took people through this side. Han Ruoli hurriedly lowered his head and hid himself in the grass. When they had gone far away, Han Ruoli took Zhang Qingyun's body to the dock, tied two large stones on his body, and threw the body into it. As for when it would float up, that would be a future.

Han Ruoli looked at the ship that had arrived on the other side and thought to himself: Bai Xiaosheng was really thoughtful and sent a ship out to pick up people in the middle of the night. I don't know where the martial arts conference will be held tomorrow.

Han Ruoli, who was thirsty, returned to the room and did not feel like drinking water. He killed a master of Qingyun Pavilion. He was somewhat guilty. Han Ruoli closed the window and lay ** and fell asleep quietly. The next morning, after washing up, he came to the scene of the Wulin Conference with an invitation.

Looking from afar, this is an ancient Roman Colosseum, but there is a high platform in the middle. Bai Xiaosheng stood on the high platform first and saw that it was almost there. There was a sign in front of everyone, marked with names, sects and so on.

Han Ruoli didn't expect that he and Yan San Shao were classified on the side of no sect. There are really many people like Yan San Shao who are famous in the world. They are all sealed with the title of a hero. Do they all think they are heroes?

For a moment, only Zhang Qingyun of Qingyun Pavilion did not come. Bai Xiaosheng said, "Don't wait. The annual martial arts conference is about to begin again. I don't know who won the championship this year? People who practice martial arts know that practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Last year, you will be regretful. I hope you can go back with satisfactory results this year. Without further ado, old rules, melee! The last eight people standing can enter the finals. If they can't afford to fall to the ground, they can no longer attack them. All kinds of means can be used.

Han Ruoli listened to the rules and thought to himself: Isn't this going to play with death? It's not like that to weaken people's strength. The most direct result of this kind of melee is to make everyone tired, hurt, and smile at the strength of the whole martial arts.

"Next, please enter the heroes who need to rank the weapon spectrum."

The Five Yue Sword sent five leaders to the stage without permission. Everyone knows that these five old guys are almost a family. After the Five Mountains Sword was sent up, the old nuns of Mount Emei also came to the stage without permission.

"Haha..." With a wild laugh, a bald-headed bearded monk stepped on the stage. At first glance, he wanted Lu Zhishen. The old monk came to the stage and said, "I will definitely not miss this matter."

Meng Ranlan's body floated down, stood on the stage and looked around for a week. Bai Xiaosheng clapped his hands and said, "No one can crack the sword of Aojian Villa so far. I don't know what will happen this time!"

A couple practicing in the purple bamboo forest came to the stage. They were wearing the same clothes. Han Ruoli blurted out in surprise: "Fuck! Couple's outfit."

The couple looked over with anger on their faces. Bai Xiaosheng said, "These two couple who practiced male and female mandarin duck swords in the purple bamboo forest of old mobile phones are counted as one place."

The desert wolf rushed to the stage and shouted, "Come on! More, it is said that the martial arts in the Central Plains are extensive and profound. I came here from the desert, and how many people came up! Where's Yan San Shao? Until today, you can have a big fight with me."

Yan Sanshao put together the folding fan in his hand, raised a smile on the corners of his mouth, and almost floated to the stage. He smiled and said to the desert wolf, "Hold on, otherwise there will be no chance to move alone."

The desert wolf laughed, "You still have to work hard and don't let me do it for nothing."

Han Ruoli has always felt funny outside. Who is this? Almost all of them can be described as self-righteous. How can a real master care about the ranking? At least 'that person' didn't appear. Han Ruoli sat here and felt that there were many eyes staring at him, and the feeling of being peeped came again.

What Han Ruoli didn't expect was that Jin Yingying also walked to the stage, "I'm here to join in the fun."

When everyone looked at this teenage girl, they couldn't help showing contempt. Such a little girl was only 17 or 18 years old. The oldest one here is the head of the Huashan School, who is already in her sixties. Compared with this Jin Yingying, she is simply 'bullying the big and the little'.

Bai Meier floated down from the sky, and everyone marveled. I'm afraid no one can match this kind of light skill. Bai Meier came to Jin Yingying and said with a bad smile, "Little girl, let's go back. These brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts will not show mercy."

Jin Yingying said arrogantly, "Do you want to take care of it?"

A white and terrible man stood up from behind Han Ruoli and said strangely, "Oh! What are the two beauties quarreling about? Wouldn't it be a pity if you touch such a beautiful face?"

When everyone heard the sound and saw the white-faced man walking on the stage, the head of the Huashan faction shouted, "Are you the ** thief, the white ghost?"

The white ghost laughed, "I'm really happy that even the leaders of the Huashan School have heard of my reputation."

"Hmm!" The head of the Huashan School snorted coldly, "The ** thief who is killed by everyone, how dare you appear here?"

The white ghost said carelessly, "There are too many people who want to kill me, but who can do it?" There are many unjust ghosts who died under my knife. With that, the white ghost looked at Bai Meier teasingly, "Bai Meier, the biggest thief in the world, is also here! I've wanted to touch your chest for a long time.

Bai Meier was not angry but smiled, "I also wanted to fight with your third leg with my sword for a long time to see which one is harder."

The white ghost stopped talking for a moment.

Tang Ziyan walked to the stage silently, with a veil on her face, so that everyone could not see clearly. Bai Xiaosheng introduced: "This is the head of Tang Family, Tang Ziyan. The use of poison and hidden weapons is unparalleled. It seems that this game is interesting.

The white ghost moved strangely quickly, tore off Tang Ziyan's veil, shouted "ah" in horror, threw the white veil on the ground, and pretended to be scared to death and said, "My God! Is this Tang Ziyan, who is rumored to be in the top ten of Jianghu beauties? So ugly, still wearing a veil... They are all beautiful women who are afraid to look at it. The word 'ugly' is written on your face. What are you doing with a veil? I'm afraid of being seen!"

When everyone saw the word 'ugly' on Tang Ziyan's face, some were snickering, and some were sighing... Tang Ziyan's tears humiliated by the white ghost were about to fall down, but she was the head of Tang Sect. She couldn't show her cowardice. There were all face-to-faced people in the world, and she could only bear it by herself. She really wants to kill the white ghost at this moment, but the white ghost's martial arts skills are really high. It's not so easy to kill him. In the face of humiliation, Tang Ziyan silently endured...

"Fuck. You. Mom!" Han Ruoli got up from the shooting. Originally, he was very disdainful of this kind of comparison, but when he saw the white ghost humili humiliing Tang Ziyan so much, Han Ruoli couldn't stand it and rushed to the stage with 'jinghong'.

The white ghost asked with a smile, "Where did you come from?" Are you going to scold me again?"

Han Ruoli walked to Tang Ziyan and looked at Tang Ziyan affectionately. His eyes were full of concern...

Bai Xiaosheng said, "This is... Mr. Han! Is there anyone else on the stage? If not, our first round of melee is about to begin.