Chapter 121 Casting Sword Villa

In Jiangning County, Zhujian Villa covers an area of hundreds of mu and is magnificent. The pavilions are everywhere, and it is precisely because of its craftsmanship of making weapons for generations. Just after dawn, there was a noisy voice at the door. Today is the opening day of the Longteng event, where young heroes from all over the world gathered. Or participate in the competition or come to see the fun and make friends.

There are already a lot of people outside the door, each talking loudly about the popular people of this year. With a squeak, the closed Zhu door opened, and a middle-aged man in a gray shirt with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes came out. He arched his hand to everyone outside the door and said, "Let me wait for a long time. Please follow Li to enter the market."

Through some elegant courtyards and magnificent pavilions, on the wide field, a square platform was built, and a first wooden stake was erected at the four corners of the ring, all wrapped in strong white ropes. At the bottom of the ring are the words A, E, C and D. These arenas are also the place where everyone will test these days, and several disciples are responsible for relevant matters under each arena.

The gray-dressed middle-aged man said, "Please go there to register the group first, and then go to your respective ring for the first test." Following the direction of the middle-aged man's fingers, four or five square tables were built not far away. Several accountants were preparing with brushes, and the crowd swarmed.

"I'll come first, I'll come first... Yangzhou Liu Peng, 21 years old."

"Tang Jing from Songzhou, 22 years old."

"Don't squeeze, queue up later..."

It only takes a moment to drain the water in the front. Several old people in charge of the record were also very busy. They didn't even have time to wipe the sweat on their foreheads outside the crowd. The teenager, dressed in blue shirts and carrying a long sword, snorted coldly and sneered at it: "I don't really have the ability, but I'm eager to take the stage to fight."

The young man in Zhuyi next to him said, "Brother Shangguan, why do you have to be like these rabbles? No matter how many people there are, there are only 32 places to enter the semi-finals."

The young man in green shirt said, "Ten people have entered directly, and only 22 places can be grabbed. The number of people in this class is nearly 1,000. Nearly 50 people will be divided into one place, which will be very lively.

The red-shirted teenager was about to say something. Suddenly stopped talking and looked at the entrance. Some quiet crowds immediately leaned closer to it. Shi Zhuohang, the Taiji swordsman, was a closed disciple of the Qingsong Taoist priest of the Wudang School and was also the first to be present. Normally, Shi Zhuohang does not need to be present. He only needs to prepare for the schedule in three days. Since Shi Zhuohang has the leisure to accompany his younger brother to participate in the competition, it can be seen that he is full of confidence.

A group of people in strong clothes and maple robes came in without delay. The pathological middle-aged man seemed to be holding the white silk handkerchief all the time and covered his mouth and coughed twice without walking a few steps. It is completely inconsistent with the disciples who stretched out their hands and are full of cold air, and no one dares to underestimate this contemporary Tangmen sect master. On the left is a proud teenager, Tang Song, the eighth "soul pursuer" in Tianji Palace, and Tang Wan, who holds Tang Wuya's girl on the right.

Tang Wuya coughed twice and said, "Tang Song, you take your disciples to register, and Wan'er and I will walk around."

Tang Wan's eyes searched around the field as soon as she entered the scene, and finally showed disappointment. As the owner of Zhujian Villa, he also came early in the morning. He is a big man nearly eight feet tall with a beard. The two arms are thick and powerful, one circle bigger than ordinary people. His voice smiled brightly and said, "The Lord of Tangmen and the Taoist priest Qingsong are here, and our Zhuang Pengqi shines."

Taoist priest Qingsong and Tang Wuya both nodded and walked back to the big man. Tang Wuya said, "I haven't seen you for several years. I didn't expect that Brother Wu was already the deputy owner of the Casting Sword Villa. Congratulations."

Wu Qian said, "How can you compare with Brother Wuya? Now he is already the master of Tangmen and lives a leisurely life. Many disciples will participate in the test this time.

Tang Wuya said, "There are many talented people in the world. Except for Tang Song, other disciples may be difficult to enter the top 32."

"I heard that Shi Zhuohang, a closed disciple of Taoist priest Qingsong, has superb martial arts, and he didn't come for the top three."

Taoist priest Qingsong laughed and said with a white beard, "I hope so."

Wu Qian looked at the entrance and saw a group of beggars holding bamboo poles, shabby clothes and patches on their bodies coming towards Zhuangzi. The leading middle-aged man held a long green stick and hung nine small pockets around his waist. No one looks down on them because of this dress, the world's largest gang, helping tens of thousands of beggars. Help Jun Shuoyang and order him to come to several people in a moment.

"Brother Jun, are you doing well?"

"I won't say anything polite. Just drink a few more jars of good wine with Brother Wu after the meeting, hahaha..."

They are all bloody men, and they are all familiar with each other in the world. They talk about some anecdotes together, and naturally talk about the hot figures of this Longteng event. Wu Qian said, "I think which people have the greatest chance of winning."

Junshuo Yang took the lead in saying, "I am optimistic about Murong Yunfeng, the first place in the Qianlong list, although the Murong family has been declining for many years. However, its profound martial arts background is beyond the reach of ordinary schools. He has always kept a low profile, and it must be very certain that he can push Murong Yunfeng to the stage this time. At the age of 16, he reached the realm of great success. He is also one of the few geniuses in the whole history of martial arts.

Qingsong Taoist priest said, "Feng Lianer and Ren Qiubai are also very difficult to deal with. The strength of the top three is not very different. It's hard to say who will die.

Tang Wuya coughed and said, "Maybe you have forgotten one person."

The three wondered at the same time, "Who?"

"Xiao Ran!" Tang Wuya knows better than these people that Xiao Ran hides his strength. There has been news of meteor Xiaoran since the First World War on Golden Toad Island. He carefully analyzed these related things and found that many things were unreasonable. The things recorded on the Tianji list don't seem to be enough to rank him in seventh place. There must be some secrets that Tianji Palace knows that it is not listed.

Wu Qian said, "Brother Wuya is not joking. Of course, he has been in the limelight, and there are still six people in front of him. How can it be so easy to win the championship?"

Tang Wuya shook his head and said, "This is just Tang's opinion, but I'm still optimistic about this person."

The other two thought about it, although they did not put forward other opinions once. At this time, suddenly there was a more noisy discussion than before. Four men and one woman walked side by side, once from left to right was Yang Fan, who was wearing a silver shirt and didn't care. Xiong Anran with a blue edge on a white background and a purple flute at his waist, Xia Ruoyan in a long lavender dress, and Xue Ling and Liu Hao's brother. While talking and laughing, he walked all the way to the venue with a relaxed expression.

Shangguan Hua, who was not far away with a long sword, glanced at him and said, "Is the teenager with a long purple flute around his waist Xiao Ran? Younger than I thought.

The teenager in red next to him said, "Who else can there be in this iconic dress besides Xiao Ran? Although it is only the mid-level of the day after tomorrow, there are many tricks in his hand. It is the big dark horse of this grand event. Brother Shangguan should pay attention to this person.

Shangguan Hua nodded slightly and said, "I really hope to fight with this person as soon as possible."

Yang Fan pointed to the queue that was queuing up to register and said, "Third brother, you go there first to register and get the token number of the competition."

Looking around, the venue is spacious enough, which is the first choice of a ring at the same time. The primary election should not take too much time, and the list of the top 32 can be determined in two days. Xiao Ran and Yang Fan accompanied Xue Ling and Liu Hao to sign up. With the strength of the two, there is still no problem to enter the top 32.

Since the moment Xiao Ran and others came in, it was difficult for Tang Wan to take her eyes off the teenager. He is still as indifferent and elegant as when he first met him. The only difference is that there are more famous women around him, and the purple flute on his waist has never been changed. Is it that he still remembers that he is used to the long flute?

She really wants to ask what happened, but she is really afraid that what she heard is not what she hopes to remember. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope and fantasy. Tang Wan also hoped that she could forget this man. The more she forced herself to forget, the clearer the image in her mind became. It turns out that missing is so difficult. Finding Xiao Ran looking at her side, Tang Wan quickly turned her back and walked away. He probably doesn't want to see himself now.

Xiao Ran swept by, and his back seemed to be a little familiar and stunned. Xia Ruoyan said, "Brother Xiao, what's wrong?"