Chapter 1041 The Proud One of Heaven

Author: folk prescription

Chapter 1041 The Proud One of Heaven

Zi Yihou is the absolute leader among his peers, and has the same excellent talent as the Red Lotus Saint.

The difference is that he is older, has practiced martial arts for a long time, and has rich experience in fighting enemies.

Lingyin introduced Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Xu: "He is too strong. Hidden Sword Villa has asked him to be an elder several times. He didn't like being restrained and refused."

Su Xiaoxiao paused while taking the walnuts: "The elder has the strength to participate in the competition, are you sure you are not coming to the slaughterhouse? Hidden Sword Villa is not kind."

Lingyin sighed: "There is no way, the rules are like this, as long as they are not the heads and elders of each sect, the Council of Elders in the City Lord's Mansion will not stop it."

There is a bug in this rule!

What if everyone deliberately suppresses elders, just like Zi Yihou, wouldn't it be a mess?

Su Xiaoxiao asked: "Are there any other elders who refused the position and came to participate in the competition?"

Lingyin couldn't answer this topic. Baihua Palace hadn't participated in the competition for many years, so the information she knew was limited.

The palace master said: "There is only one person, Ziyihou."

"A... just let Wei Ting run into him?"

Such luck... Su Xiaoxiao simply didn't know what to say.

Xing'er didn't quite understand: "But Palace Master, why is Zi Yihou the only one to do this?"

The palace master liked Su Xiaoxiao, loved Wujiwu, and loved this clever and loyal little maid.

She said patiently: "Generally, one can develop the strength of an elder at a young age. At this time, if you participate in the junior competition, you will be defeated if you win, and you will be disgraced if you lose. Moreover, although there is no clear rule, everyone can

As a rule, all disciples participating in the competition are under the age of thirty, and Ziyihou is twenty-nine this year. Counting this, this is the last martial arts competition he can participate in. "

Xing'er suddenly realized: "That's it."

She glanced at her uncle who was waiting in the crowd and said, "That uncle is really miserable. He is the only elder he has met."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the viewing platform of Hidden Sword Villa diagonally opposite.

Zi Yihou is not an elder, but he is more terrifying than an elder. After all, he is still so young and already has such strength.

This is a proud man.

Wei Ting's start was more hellish than hers.

Accompanied by the sound of the gong, Zi Yihou flew directly from the viewing platform of Hidden Sword Villa onto the ring.

It's not like the Red Lotus Saint who deliberately created a flashy appearance. She landed in the center in a simple and unpretentious way.

But as the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

"Zi Yihou fell to the ground without dust, and his internal strength and Qinggong are even more advanced than three years ago!"

"I remember that Ziyihou was very strong three years ago. He was rushing to win the championship. Something unexpected happened at Hidden Sword Villa on the way. He rushed to rescue him, but he missed the competition and ended up in fourth place."

"What a shame."

"I know Zi Yihou, who is this Duanmu Yun?"

"You just returned to the island, right? Duanmu Yun is the youngest son of the lord of Baihua Palace."

"When did Palace Master Yun have a little son?"

"It's a long story..."

This wave of crowds gradually crooked the building again.

But most people still focus on the competition itself.

Zi Yihou is a master who can rival the disciples of the Killer Alliance, but no one believes that the unknown Duan Muyun can defeat him.

When placing bets, everyone decisively bet on Zi Yihou.

Wei Liulang chuckled: "You were slapped in the face just now, didn't you get enough? How dare you detain me randomly?"

One of the disciples looked at him like a fool: "That's Zi Yihou! He won't lose to anyone who loses!"

At this time, the guard who came to call for bets walked around in a circle with the plate: "Is there anyone else who wants to place bets?"

"have."

A young man wearing a hat spoke.

He took out five thousand taels of silver notes.

Guard: "Assist the Marquis of Ziyi?"

The man in the bamboo hat said: "No, I will go with Duanmu Yun."

The guard looked him up and down: "Who are you?"

The man in the bamboo hat took off his bamboo hat and jumped onto the ring: "Duanmu Yun."

Guard: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"He's sick! He's on his own!"

A charlatan swordsman spurned.

Wei Liulang took a step forward and glared at him with an unflattering look: "Who are you saying is sick? If you dare to say anything again, believe it or not, I will beat your brains out!"

Jianghu Swordsman glanced at Wei Liulang, then looked at Jing Yi and Su Mo standing aside.

He is one person and there are three others.

He calmed down, snorted and ignored everyone.

"Okay."

Su Mo advised, "Control your temper. I'm not wrong."

Jing Baobao nodded: "Yeah."

Wei Rokuro: ...Who are you two from?

The palace lord bet five thousand taels on his son to win.

Master Lu looked at the jelly beans on the table that he was longing for.

Xing'er brought the jelly beans over.

Master Lu swallowed his saliva and took five hundred taels of Wei Ting into custody.

Myolie then gave him the jelly beans.

"Mother-in-law, won't you place bets?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Grandma Nie didn't move.

The head of the Lu clan was smacking the jelly beans and accidentally sold Granny Nie: "My mother-in-law made her bet a long time ago, even before I bet on you. She bet two thousand taels on Ziyihou!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie with a confused expression: "I am a wild heir of the Jin family. After all, Wei Ting is a serious apprentice of Qiu. Are you so unconfident?"

Wei Ting still wore the same disguise as when he attended the full moon ceremony at the City Lord's Mansion.

Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin. Unless he deliberately pretends to be ugly, no matter who he transforms into, his sharp edges and corners cannot be hidden.

"What a handsome man."

In a viewing platform to the east, a graceful beauty lay lazily on a couch covered with tiger skin.

The disciple was kneeling on the ground, holding a plate of fresh melons and fruits in his hands.

Behind her, a handsome man gently rubbed her shoulders.

She stared straight at Wei Ting's waist: "How great would it be if he were a disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect?"

Wei Ting and Ziyi Hou did not pretend to be polite and started fighting without even ringing the gong.

The guard was so frightened that he made two gongs in a row.

The first scene was too exciting, and the final scene of the Red Lotus Saint being wrapped in layers of silk from the snowy sky made everyone's hair stand on end.

In the next nine games in a row, there was no more exciting and thrilling duel, and everyone was actually a little tired of it.

But Zi Yihou and Wei Ting moved like gods, as fast as thunder, constantly colliding, constantly separating, punching to the flesh, making everyone's blood boil all of a sudden!

"Stop dozing off! Look!"

A disciple in the audience shook his sleepy companion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ziyi Hou punched Wei Ting in the chest, hugging him and throwing him to the ground!

Everyone gasped in unison.

Damn, did this knock someone unconscious? His ribs were probably broken!

But those dozens of moves just now were really exciting. Is this the first person so far who dares to confront Zi Yihou head-on?

"Duanmu Yun is somewhat capable of sustaining so many moves in the hands of Zi Yihou, but there are only so many. His attack is so fierce and consumes so much, he has no stamina to counterattack."

"That's right, Zi Yihou will definitely be able to defeat him within three moves!"

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