As soon as I walked into the front hall of the inn, I heard several rude shouts and curses coming from the left. Someone shouted: "What do you know? I said that Sun Hongfei will definitely win the game the day after tomorrow."
"Fart! I said it was Li Junyan who won!" Another person immediately retorted.
"You're the one farting, Sun Hongfei will definitely win!" The man from before also responded tit for tat.
"Your butt stinks so much, I think Li Junyan will definitely win in the end!" The person immediately shouted later.
Liang Shaochong heard the two people arguing and felt funny in his heart. He turned around and saw three guests sitting on a table in a corner on the left, all dressed as practitioners. One of them was a man in black, and the latter
There was a long knife stuck in his back, and his eyes were fierce as he stared at the middle-aged man in brocade clothes across from him.
This middle-aged man in brocade clothes, with a beard all over his face, was not to be outdone. He opened his round eyes angrily and stared at the opponent fiercely.
Seeing that the two of them started to fight if they disagreed.
"Both of you, stop arguing. Sun Hongfei was a disciple of the Great Meridian as early as five years ago, and he has superb sword skills. Li Junyan is not bad either. He became a disciple of the Great Meridian three years ago. It is said that he
They are good at controlling fire techniques and can integrate fire techniques into their own boxing techniques. These two people are both masters who have great hope of becoming pulse warriors. But I say, neither of them can win in the end." The man next to him was wearing a cloth.
The one-armed man with a long knife tied to his waist said.
"You fart!"
The two men, who had been arguing so much that they were blushing, immediately shouted in unison.
The middle-aged man in golden clothes then said: "Old Hu, don't talk nonsense. According to the rules of the competition, only people at the Pulse Disciple level can participate. Although these two people have not yet become Pulse Disciples, their strength is already complete.
No less than a low-level pulse warrior. Who else can be more powerful than them?"
The one-armed man shook his head and said calmly: "Do you know a person named 'Tornado'?"
"It's him!"
The face of the middle-aged man in brocade immediately turned green.
"Why did he come to participate in this competition? Did he also fancy the prize of the competition?" The man in black also took a breath and asked slowly.
"That's right! This person has high-level Huangpin pulse power, and is also a rare cultivation genius in the world of pulse cultivation. It is said that when he was still in the ninth level of pulse sense, he was able to defeat a low-level pulse master in the pulse gate realm.
Half a month ago, he had entered the tenth level of pulse sense and became a great pulse disciple. Who do you think will win in the end?" the one-armed man said slowly.
"I don't believe that 'Tornado' will come to participate in this kind of competition?" The middle-aged man in Jinyi shook his head.
The man in black immediately retorted: "Yes, I don't believe it either! He already has a high-level yellow-grade pulse treasure, so why would he care about the low-level yellow-grade pulse treasure like the Red Blood Thunder Sword? Old Hu
, you must be lying?"
"Of course there is a reason for this. By the way, do you know about the mysterious organization Ya Mo Cult? It is said that they will also secretly send people to participate in the competition." The one-armed man suddenly became extremely mysterious and said slowly.
"Ya Demon Cult?"
The expressions on the faces of the middle-aged man in brocade and the man in black became strange at the same time, and they remained silent.
"Lao Hu, don't talk about this anymore. Don't let the ears of the Yamo Cult hear it, otherwise we will all be in trouble." The man in black looked around in panic, and immediately whispered.
When Liang Shaochong heard this, a huge wave immediately arose in his heart.
"It turns out that the prize of this competition is the Red Blood Thunder Sword. Could this Red Blood Thunder Sword be the one I lost? The woman who left the note asked me to participate in the competition. Did she want me to obtain it through the competition?
Red Blood Thunder Sword? What is her purpose in doing this?"
Liang Shaochong thought as he hurriedly walked out of the inn...
Now, it doesn't matter whether he participates in that competition or not. Anyway, now he has a high-level Huangpin pulse treasure in his hand. After rescuing Wu Baihan, he got up and went to Mafu, Fuxing Prefecture, to find his grandfather.
Liang Shaochong ran back to the cave without stopping.
When Wu Qingmei saw Liang Shao rushing back, she asked in surprise: "Did you borrow it back?"
Liang Shaochong nodded and handed the baggage in his hand to Wu Qingmei.
Wu Qingmei couldn't wait to take out a dagger from her baggage, walked up to Wu Baifeng, took out the dagger and slashed at the iron chain on Wu Baifeng's body. There was only a "clang" sound, but the iron chain was not cut off, and the upper chain in his hand was not cut off.
The Huangpin Pulse Treasure was broken in the middle.
"What's going on?" Everyone was stunned.
This high-level Huangpin pulse treasure is obviously a fake, not even an ordinary long knife.
Everyone's originally happy expressions suddenly changed, and Wu Qingmei was even more disappointed and stayed on the spot.
The upper-level Huangpin pulse treasure requires decades of hard work by upper-level pulse masters to refine. In the eyes of the pulse cultivators, it is a priceless treasure. In order to obtain it, many pulse cultivators left their homes and suffered miserably.
Even if the family is destroyed, it cannot be owned.
And Liang Shaochong only met the girl in blue once, so who would give it away?
"Haha, to prove it, I have been here for more than ten years and have long been accustomed to staying here. It doesn't matter if I can't get out for a while. Wu Baihan is dead and has avenged my hatred for many years. We should be happy
That's right." Wu Baifeng laughed and comforted.
"It's her again?" Liang Shaochong quickly opened the bag and took out a piece of paper. When he unfolded it, his face immediately became livid and he cursed angrily.
Wu Qingmei was shocked, walked over and asked: "What's going on?"
Liang Shaochong handed the note in his hand to Wu Qingmei. When Wu Qingmei saw it, she was shaken and the note almost fell to the ground.
The note read: "Huh, if you don't want to participate in the martial arts competition, there is no way. I will temporarily keep this high-level Huangpin pulse treasure. If you want to rescue Wu Baifeng, you must first participate in the martial arts competition. Hehe! Then!
Is this imitation dagger useful?”
Wu Qingmei's pink cheeks were filled with terrifying anger: "It's you again. Why do you always have to go against us?" As she spoke, she tore up the note like crazy.
Although Wu Baihan couldn't see it, he heard the conversation between Liang Shaochong and Liang Shaochong and understood it completely. He immediately said: "Brother Liang, this person has repeatedly threatened you to participate in the competition. I think there must be a conspiracy. If this is the case, I suggest you not to
Go and participate in the competition. It doesn’t matter if I stay here for a year or two, as long as good fish and meat are served every day.”
"Senior, my opinion is exactly the opposite of yours. This person was able to steal our things twice without anyone noticing. Her cultivation level must be far higher than ours. She may be
He is a pulse warrior. If this person wanted to kill me, why didn't he come directly? Instead, he made a big circle and forced me to participate in the competition?" Liang Shaochong thought for a while and said.
"Brother Liang, this is wrong. If you are in any danger, how can I feel at ease?" Wu Baihan sighed and said.
"Senior, don't worry! Juniors have their own ideas? Juniors heard that in that competition, only pulse cultivators below the level of pulse disciples were allowed to participate. Even if juniors can't win, they can't hurt me at all?" Liang Shaochong comforted me.