Chapter 53 Before the Great War

At this moment, including Riyue Jian Xizhong, the deputy head of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, people suddenly turned their eyes to the girl like a white lotus next to the carved wooden door.

The girl is plain and elegant, covered her graceful body in a white chiffon coat, and her stunning face eclips the quiet moonlight shot in through the window. People actually felt that their breathing suddenly stopped. This girl is the little sister of Qingcheng Mountain, who is dressed as white and plain as snow. Han Feng has come thousands of miles for Murong if necessary.

Looking at the eyes that shot at the same time, Murong Ruxue's face was calm as usual, and her clear and deep eyes blinked and said lightly, "The soldiers come to block, and the water comes to the soil. Since it is an unchangeable fact, I, Qingcheng, work together, can't defeat it." It seemed that the weak little girl spoke but made a sound, and everyone was speechless. Then Qingyue sighed in her heart. How could this be the interpretation flower that smiled like a flower six months ago and often made everyone laugh? Alas! It's all caused by the uncertain life and death...

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The Tian'an calendar of the Xuanhuang Dynasty was 2,940, on the ninth day of September.

Wushuang City - Lion Mountain - fly to the peak.

This is destined to be written into history, because on this day, the four martial arts of the Xuanhuang Dynasty will hold a ten-year competition.

The morning fog has not yet dissipated, and the dewdrops on the grass leaves are still shining with last night's dream. The flying peak of Lion Mountain is already full of people.

There are people watching the lively people, and there are people in the martial arts with swords, men, women and children, and all kinds of people gathered here. Or watch, or enjoy the scenery, or gamble money... Yes, gambling, some good people set up gambling stalls on the top of the mountain to bet which martial arts academy wins. The top of the mountain is bustling, but it is still a quiet resort.

Everyone is full of unknown interest in this martial arts competition. When Han Feng felt it, the mountain was already full of people. He came in a hurry and couldn't help but worry. Did he recognize or disown each other? He sounded the fat housekeeper, so he decided not to recognize each other for the time being. If something happened, he could take care of him secretly. Even if there is no problem, even if the match is over, it is not too late to meet again. Besides, he doesn't think he is qualified to surpass those talented disciples of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. He listened to people's comments in the crowd and had a relatively new understanding of each martial arts academy. Han Feng was thinking nonsense when a voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey, Huang Mao, you're blocking my way."

Han Feng turned around and saw a guy in blue, grinning at him, looking like a typical hooligan. Han Feng looked around and saw a group of lively people around him casting sympathetic eyes at him. People all know this person. This guy relies on the kung fu of a two-handed and three-legged cat, and his cousin's sister's uncle listens to him in the Wushuang City. He is usually used to people's power, and no one dares to provoke him. Therefore, it has gradually become a local hegemony. This guy came to serve Wuhuang City this time. Seeing Han Feng in his way, he couldn't help but break his hooligan habit again. In addition, with the backer of Wuhuang City here, his eyes couldn't help growing above his head.

Han Feng turned around and looked at him faintly. The guy was about to open his mouth and curse again, but suddenly he felt that his whole body was excited. The words "fucking" were swallowed back again, and his raised hand was also taken back. He didn't dare to speak and turned around and walked away. The people watching the bustle were surprised that they had never seen this boy so obedient. Someone kindly advised Han Feng to leave and told him the origin of the little hooligan, worried that the man would come back later to make trouble. The latter gradually narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "If Wushuang City is like this, I don't mind discipline them. After a few things, the perception of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy has been extremely bad." People didn't notice that the little hooligan in blue could not see Han Feng from afar, so they stretched out their hands and wiped the cold sweat on their heads with their sleeves. He said to himself, "What's the fucking evil door, why is that man so cold?" Just now Han Feng just glanced at him, and he felt that his heart contracted and suddenly seemed to be in the ice cellar. Of course, he didn't know it was murderous.

The bustling crowd suddenly rose for a burst of **, and the crowd automatically stepped aside the middle road. At this time, someone whispered, and the people of Xiling Martial Arts Academy came.

Han Feng saw a group of people walking through the sea of people. There are men and women, and their footsteps are extremely brisk. Everyone's face is extraordinary, but they look straight ahead and never stay on both sides, giving people a feeling of being high above. In a blink of an eye, those people have walked to the empty field in front of them, picked up the steps, walked to a row of seats in the east of the high platform, and then stood behind a middle seat. Looking at the empty seat in the middle, Han Feng said to himself that the owner of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy had not yet arrived.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, covering the noisy sound waves and clearly coming into everyone's ears.

"The Dragon Martial Arts Academy has arrived."

The noise in the crowd suddenly stopped, staring at the direction of the sound. There were martial arts masters in the crowd, and they secretly praised themselves, what a long internal force! Before the words fell, more than a dozen people had come. In a blink of an eye, they had crossed the crowd and walked to the high platform. Everyone was refreshed and leisurely, as if they had entered no one's land.

"Haha, I'm also here in Qingcheng."

A long smile, a few syllables, but people have changed their colors, because those words are like a muffled thunder in their ears, and for a moment, they feel their ears buzzing.

In the long laughter, people have not yet seen clearly that several figures have crossed the crowd and walked to the steps. Han Feng naturally saw the person coming clearly, and his heart fluttered a little. I saw more than a dozen people coming from Qingcheng, and most of them didn't know each other. The anthem was a graceful girl, but she was covered with a black veil and could not see the true face of Lushan Mountain. Behind a young man in his 30s, dressed in black, with bright eyes, straight nose and magnificent. Behind them are seven or eight young people. Strangely, Han Feng found that Wu Jinlong, who had some gaps with him, was at the end of the crowd. I saw that Wu Jinlong was calm and powerful while walking. It seemed that his martial arts must have made a lot of progress, so he was lucky to follow him this time.

withdrew his eyes with a little disappointment. Han Feng muttered, "Wu Jinlong, kill Jinlong..." He thought of the stupid big man, and the two of them actually had one name. It seemed that he was predestined to be named Jinlong, and he couldn't help laughing secretly.

Several martial arts institutes are constantly successively, and each of them stands in the direction of preparing for themselves. After a while, the disciples of the three martial arts institutes had gathered in the three positions on the east, west and south of the high platform. Only the northern position is empty, and the people of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy have not arrived yet.

Seven crisp and loud bells are coming from afar...

The noisy voice suddenly stopped, and the long laughter sounded from the high platform. I didn't know when there was one more person on the high platform in the middle. At 50, the face is like a heavy date, the lion's mouth, and a long black beard floats on his chest.

The long laughter stopped abruptly, and Han Feng suppressed the churning qi and blood. He was shocked and had a deep internal force. The middle-aged man's shining eyes slowly swept over the silent crowd in the field. Everyone woke up, and an invisible pressure was like a cold wind blowing through people's hearts.

The majestic eyes of the middle-aged man flashed and said, "I am Yu Wenba, the deputy head of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy. It is a great honor for you to come to watch this martial arts competition, but..." After a moment, his eyes flashed, looked around and continued: "The swords and guns are all martial arts masters of martial arts. Yan, your skills are amazing. I'm afraid you will be injured by mistake at that time. Therefore, this martial arts court has the virtue of life. It invited the descendants of Master Fu Yu Qing Yunzi from the East China Sea to set up a phantom array a few miles below the Lion Ridge, and transmitted the sound at the same time for everyone to watch..."

There is a humane: "I didn't expect that Xiling Martial Arts Academy would take care of everyone's life and death this time." Someone sneered, but it's not their good intentions, but because when the court sent a special envoy this time, maybe they were afraid that they would not be able to explain? Special envoy?" Someone asked, "The court has never been involved in martial arts, and did not expect to participate in this martial arts dispute." When today's government is corrupt, several dragons and grandsons fight secretly, and the foreign enemies are more coveted. It seems that someone has stretched out his hand into the martial arts..." "Shh--, someone whispered to stop it, don't talk about state affairs..."

At this moment, I saw the distant sky, and a place began to change. The original sky blue slowly turned into an octagonal prism with several feet of squares. People with outstanding martial arts can clearly see the impact here in the octagonal prism. Han Feng was secretly shocked that the learning of runes could have such a wonderful use. It was originally the subjugation of the runes, and the mystery of the runes was even higher than the runes. In the future, he had to study the function of the runes.

I don't know who shouted. In order to avoid the disaster of the fish in the pool, some ordinary people and people with low martial arts began to slowly rush over there like a tide. In a short time, the number of people here has decreased a lot, and the bustling crowd has become sparse, leaving only some people who are self-respecting to be strong in martial arts. Han Feng found an inconspicuous place and stood there. He didn't leave.

Nine bells...

The long laughter sounded on the high platform, and Yu Wenba said loudly, "The bell of Jiupin rings. Please come."

I don't know when a scribe in white had already sat on the huge black sandalwood chair in the middle of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy. The scribes are plain without any decorations, just like a lifter who went to Beijing to take the exam, and there is no domineering atmosphere. But no one dares to despise this scribe in white, because he is the contemporary owner of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy - Duanmu Chui. He sat there quietly without saying anything, but the air became nervous for no reason.