After Zhou Wenzhi finished speaking, the guests cheered again. It is quite common to compete with each other in swordsmanship at such banquets. Moreover, it is possible to see Song Xin make a fool of himself, which would be even better.

Liu Mi and Zheng Yue were both disciples of Wen Xianshou, so they naturally felt that they were superior to others. Even the guests from the east felt a little contemptuous of them.

Liu Mi walked up to Wen Xian and said, "Master, tonight I am going to compete with this Song Xin, and I also ask the master and the great saint to be witnesses."

Wen Xian was embarrassed and said: "Disciple, do you know how good this Master Song's swordsmanship is? How can you compare with him? I don't think I'll give it up. If he hurts you, I will be a master."

It’s very distressing.”

When Song Xin heard this, he realized that these words were obviously meant for him, and he was warning himself not to hurt his apprentice.

"Originally, I didn't want to hurt him, but since you, the old man, said so, I will teach him a lesson. Just treat it as a meeting gift for you."

Zhou Wenzhi said: "You two are competing for swordsmanship. We only focus on swordsmanship and cannot hurt anyone. Why don't you just use the sword that I usually practice."

Liu Mi happened to have his sword broken just now, and he was not confident enough to defeat Song Xin, so he said: "Okay."

Song Xin also nodded, "Okay."

The two walked to the center of the hall, and Zhou Wenzhi ordered: "Light more lights!" Then two slaves stepped forward and gave each of them a sword. The swords used for this kind of practice are all iron without blades.

sword.

After a while, the slaves came in holding several candlesticks, and the hall became a little brighter.

The two of them stood with swords in hand. Liu Mi held the hilt of the sword tightly and pointed it at Song Xin, with a nervous look on his face. Song Xin, opposite him, held the sword behind him with a relaxed look on his face.

Song Xin stretched out his left hand and said, "Master Liu, please."

Liu Mi yelled and struck Song Xin's head with a sword. If he hit Song Xin's head, even if it was a blunt sword, an ordinary person would be beaten to a bloody head. But this sword, in Song Xin's eyes,

, like an image that was slowed down dozens of times, he let one side of his body pass Liu Mi's attack, and at the same time, he turned around lightly and went around behind Liu Mi.

Zheng Yue reminded loudly: "Brother Liu, be careful! He is behind you."

Zhou Wenzhi and Wen Xian were surprised when they saw Song Xin's skills. They didn't expect that Song Xin was really capable.

But Wen Xian did not take Song Xin seriously because of this, and relaxedly stroked his beard.

Song Xin stood behind Liu Mi, but did not hurt him with his sword.

Liu Mi slashed the air with his sword, but found that his opponent was gone. After hearing Zheng Yue's reminder, he looked back and saw Song Xin staring at him. His eyes were shining with the light of lights, as calm as a lake.

Liu Mi stabbed out with his sword again, but Song Xin easily dodged it. At the same time, he grabbed the sword in his hand and stepped closer to Liu Mi. At the same time, the sword's edge gently rested on Liu Mi's neck.

This movement was so fast, and the room was dark and unclear, so many people didn't even see clearly how Song Xin did it.

Liu Mi felt the coldness on his neck. If he used Kaifeng's iron sword today, his neck might be broken.

Wen Xian saw clearly and thought to himself: "This boy's swordsmanship is wonderful and his movement is very fast. Even if I compete with him, I may not be able to beat him."

Zhou Wenzhi said: "Cai! Brother Song's swordsmanship is really good. He won the first round."

Everyone started cheering.

Song Xin backed away with his sword and asked: "Master Liu, do you want to compete again?"

Liu Mi was still dissatisfied, and being defeated by Song Xin made him feel even more embarrassed. He shouted: "Of course, you attacked me sneakily! I was careless just now, I didn't dodge!"

Song Xin burst into laughter, "This one really sounds like the martial arts master."

Seeing Song Xin laughing at him, Liu Mi felt even more uncomfortable

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Face, at this time Zheng Yue said loudly: "Yes, I only won one round, what are you so proud of?"

After Zhou Wenzhi saw this, he quietly sent a message to Wen Xian: "Next round, Master Wen can secretly help, otherwise Liu Mi will lose face and Master Wen will not look good."

Wen Xian nodded, fixed his gaze on Song Xin, and secretly made a finger trick in his hand, hoping to stimulate the corpse energy that had just existed in Song Xin's body.

But after taking a breath, Wen Xian was slightly surprised, because he found that the corpse aura could no longer be sensed!

Seeing Wen Xian a little surprised, Zhou Wen asked directly: "What's wrong with Wen?"

Wen Xian whispered: "I can't feel it anymore."

Zhou Wenxian nodded, "Maybe your skills are not yet proficient." Wenxian felt that he could not sense the corpse energy, so he simply prepared to deal with Song Xin secretly.

At this time, Liu Mi started another attack. When Wen Xian saw Song Xin and Liu Mi's weapons clashing, he pinched a fish bone from the plate and flicked it secretly.

There was a click, and the flying fish bone actually deflected Song Xin's sword. At this time, Liu Mi's sword had already stabbed him, and Song Xin dodged to the left. This Liu Mi's swordsmanship was not bad either, and he followed him like a shadow.

Followed.

"Chi!" With a sound, Liu Mi's sword actually pierced Song Xin's sleeve.

"He used a real sword! Zhou Wen is really up to something!" Song Yu said immediately.

Song Xin glanced at Wen Xian and Zhou Wenzhi, who were drinking with their heads down, and guessed that they were up to something secretly.

Zheng Yue shouted loudly: "Hey, Brother Liu won the second round this time, right?"

Zhou Wen clapped his hands straight and said: "Haha, Cai! Of course, Brother Liu has excellent swordsmanship. This sword is an eye-opener for us."

Song Xin knew that he had suffered a small loss, but he did not point it out and handed over to Zhou Wen.

"Now that Brother Song and Brother Liu have each won one round, the winner of the third round will be the winner of tonight's sword show." Zhou Wenzhi said.

"Yes, Brother Liu is so good, he will definitely win!" Many young masters who were jealous of Song Xin echoed loudly.

Liu Mi also looked proud, pointed at Song Xin and said, "I won't be polite this time, look at the sword!"

As he thrust out his sword, Song Xin noticed that Wen Xian had secretly pinched a piece of fish bone, and knew that he wanted to repeat the same trick.

"In that case, let your good apprentice have a taste of it first."

He slashed his sword horizontally, as if he wanted to touch Liu Mi's sword, but he always paid attention to Wen Xian's hand.

Suddenly, his hand trembled slightly, and Song Xin immediately noticed a strong wind coming. Song Xin immediately withdrew his move without touching Liu Mi's long sword. At the same time, the figure suddenly approached Liu Mi and squeezed him gently. Liu Mi

Mi was caught off guard and took a step back, right in the path of the flying fish bones.

"Ah!" Liu Mi's cheek was hit by a fish bone, and she screamed and rolled to the ground, covering her face and wailing.

Wen Xian was shocked and was about to call out, but Zhou Wenzhi raised his hand to stop him.

Liu Mi's face immediately swelled up after being hit with the fish bone, and for a moment it was like he had a big peach on his face.

"Ah, it hurts me to death." Liu Mi covered her face and rolled on the ground.

Zheng Yue suddenly rose from behind the table, drew his sword, pointed it at Song Xin and cursed: "Song Xin, how dare you hurt Brother Liu like this!"

Most of the young men sitting on the west side bought Liu Miying. Not only did they lose their wealth, but they also lost their face. They all followed Zheng Yue and started yelling and scolding. Cao Tai and others in the east saw the whole process and were convinced.

Unannounced, no one said anything. They wanted to see if Song Xin had the ability to resolve this trouble.

"Brother Liu has always given in to me, but you actually committed such a vicious attack!"

"Yes, so shameless!"

"If there is a banquet hosted by you Song Xin from now on, I will never be there!"

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The voices rose and fell, making the noise extremely loud. The hall suddenly felt like a pot of boiling water, crackling and bubbling.

Song Xin knew that this was their plan. In the midst of shouting and scolding, he walked to the place where the fish bones fell, gently picked them up, and said, "Someone secretly hurt Mr. Liu with fish bones. It was not my fault."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Xian's expression changed instantly and he became a little embarrassed.

Zhou Wenzhi said: "Brother Song is joking, how can a piece of fish bone hurt someone?"

Zheng Yue cursed: "Brother Zhou is right! How can a piece of fish bone hurt someone!?"

Song Xin walked up to Cao Tai, bowed and said, "Master Cao, can you bear witness to me?"

Cao Tai nodded, stood up and walked over, "Okay, I'm willing to help you bear witness."

Song Xin put the fish bone in Cao Tai's hand and said, "This fish bone was thrown out and has been broken into two parts. The other part should still be on Brother Liu's face."

Cao Tai turned his head and glanced at Liu Mi, who was covering his face and moaning, "Brother Liu, can you let me take a look at your injuries?"

Liu Mi did not dare to refuse, so he could only take his hand away. Cao Tai walked over and touched his face. Sure enough, he found a fish bone embedded in his swollen cheek. Cao Tai gently pinched the bone with two fingers.

Pulled and took it off.

Liu Mi screamed again.

Song Xin said: "Now, if the two fish bones can be put together, then someone is secretly hurting Brother Liu. Is this correct?"

Cao Tai nodded: "Indeed." After saying that, he put the two fish bones together, and sure enough, they fit together perfectly.

Cao Tai nodded and said to everyone: "It seems that someone secretly hurt Young Master Liu today, but Brother Song did not hurt him."

The people who were noisy just to the west immediately fell silent. Zheng Yue only felt his throat getting tighter and couldn't say a word. He retreated to his seat dejectedly.

Song Xin said: "Brother Liu was attacked by someone in this battle. I think it's a draw. If you don't lose, you can get your winnings back."

As soon as these words came out, many young masters slowly sat down. They didn't care whether Liu Mi lived or died. They only thought about their own fortune and face.

Song Xin walked up to Wen Xian holding two pieces of fish bones and said in a respectful tone: "Zhen Zhen Wen, my disciple was plotted and injured. These are the fish bones that hurt him. Zhen Zhen knows the past and present and knows the future, so he must

The murderer will definitely be found."
To be continued...