After dawn, Changsun stretched out, patted the dirt off his body, and walked towards Langshan with Siyu.
After a night of "asking for advice", Changsun's understanding of swordsmanship reached a higher level. At this time, he no longer envied Siyu, but admired him. What made him even more excited was that Siyu taught him
The sword skills are all suitable for actual combat, and are not flashy things.
Along the way, the two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder, showing indescribable sympathy for each other. People along the way pointed at them, but the eldest grandson was very proud of them.
There was still a buzz of people on Langshan Mountain. After a night of discussion, many people finally reluctantly accepted Siyu's "feat". At the same time, the title of Siyu was changed from "Lucky Boy" to "Wonderful Boy", which had different meanings.
It goes without saying.
After the sound of gongs and drums, a new day of competition began.
Ximen Chen and others were still sitting high on their special chairs, but Ximen Chalong's chair next to him was empty. I'm afraid for the sake of his son, he had no shame in coming to watch again.
After yesterday's first round of competition, fifty disciples have been selected to continue the competition. The eldest grandson next to Siyu was the first to stand up and jumped onto the ring. His light figure won a round of applause.
After another round of competition, the level of the contestants also improved to a higher level. Changsun looked at it for a while and chose an "old" disciple. The uncle-level Ximen disciple had a rough face, broad shoulders, a scummy beard, and a sloppy beard.
Wei is also similar to the eldest grandson.
The uncle-level disciple of Ximen came on stage and chose an epee, clasping his fists together: "I'm Ximen Chong, please give me some advice."
"Pfft~~~" The eldest grandson standing opposite couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
The crowd in the auditorium was also happy. He was just as his name suggests, but the man in front of him clearly did not match his name.
"Wahahahahaha, Ximen...Chong, man, who gave you this name?"
Ximen Chong's face turned red with embarrassment, and he said seriously with some embarrassment: "Brother, can we start the competition?"
The eldest grandson smiled and wiped away his tears, raised the wooden sword in his hand and made a fist: "Ximen eldest grandson, please give me your advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Changsun had already rushed in front of Ximen Chong with his sword in hand. The sword came out from his armpit, and his move was really weird.
Seeing the sword coming, Ximen Chong shouted: "Well done!". He stepped forward and blocked the heavy sword in his hand. Changsun only felt his sword piercing the steel plate. Ximen Chong
Although he looks unattractive, he is very strong inside and is a typical strong player who plays steadily and steadily.
Changsun put away his long sword, pointed his toes, and moved around behind Ximen Chong. The long sword in his hand struck out again, like a tarsus-like poisonous insect, directly hitting the weak spot on Ximen Chong's vest.
Ximen Chong felt the danger behind him. At the critical moment, he swung the heavy sword in his hand and struck behind him like lightning. At the same time, he clasped his knees with his hands and rolled on the spot in an indistinct manner, barely dodging the sword.
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Changsun had no choice but to withdraw his sword and dodge the heavy sword thrown by Ximen Chong, and the two separated again.
Ximen Chong quickly took down a heavy sword from the weapon rack, and there were already beads of sweat on his forehead. The two were facing each other tit for tat, and it seemed like it was going to be another protracted battle.
The eldest grandson was a little more relaxed. The eldest grandson was just a little annoyed. The sword strike just now could completely defeat the opponent, but it was a pity that his own strength and accuracy were still a little inferior. After calming down, the two of them struggled together again.
Ximen Chen, who was sitting on the chair, was twirling his beard, looking at the grandson flying on the field, and smiled happily:
"Oh, the young people in this field are really good."
The elders on the side also nodded in agreement. The talent and progress of this generation of young people are obvious to everyone.
On the field, Changsun and Ximen Chong have gradually distinguished themselves. Changsun used his flexible steps to gradually gain the upper hand. Ximen Chong, who was carrying a heavy sword, could only defend passively. In the end, Zhang Sun made a sudden move of the dark sword.
, the heavy sword in Ximen Chong's hand was broken into two sections, and he surrendered in defeat.
Ximen Piaofeng, who was in the referee area, looked at his son's last sword move, frowned, and said softly: "It's strange, Zhang Sun made that move very weird, it doesn't seem to be his move."
Upon hearing this, Ximenchen turned his head and smiled at his son: "Of course it's not Changsun's move. The move he used just now is still a bit unfamiliar. If you look closely, you should find that Siyu also used that move yesterday."
"Siyu..." Ximen Piaofeng muttered his old father's words, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.
The eldest grandson walked down the ring with a smile. Siyu gave his eldest brother a thumbs up. The eldest grandson smiled awkwardly: "Thank you for your teaching, thank you for your teaching."
The competition is still going on, and the following competition is much duller, with few exciting scenes. Either the two abandon their martial arts and simply compete with swordsmanship. Or the two of them control the flying sword attack at the same time. Although it is more gorgeous, but
But it was a waste of weapons, and the number of wooden swords in the weapons rack was rapidly decreasing.
Because the number of people has been reduced by half, the speed of the competition has also been accelerated a lot. When we got to the top that day, the 48 contestants in front had already finished the competition, leaving only the last two people.
One of the characteristics of the group competition is that the more expert you are, the less likely you are to cause trouble. So after half a day of competition, there must be two masters left.
Siyu stood up and slowly walked towards Zhangshang. At the same time, beside him, a middle-aged man with a cold face also walked towards the stage.
Perhaps because of what Jianqu learned yesterday, no one came to Siyu to compete today. As for the middle-aged man with a cold face, his strength has always been elusive. He was the last one to appear yesterday, and he is still the same today.
Some disciples whispered below: "Hey, you see, this seemingly cold person is actually a genius. As early as when he was eighteen years old, he had reached the early stage of Nascent Soul and was definitely a martial arts madman. I just don't know why.
Since then, his skills have always been stagnant, but no one who has competed with him has been able to defeat him, even if his cultivation level is higher than him!"
Siyu listened curiously to the discussion of the people below, and couldn't help but cast a few more glances at the person next to him.
When everyone in the stands saw the two of them taking the stage, they immediately burst into cheers.
"Oh my god, isn't that the former martial arts madman Ximen Chi?"
Others were puzzled and quickly asked the person who spoke. The person continued to explain: "That person used to have a high reputation in the family. He became an idiot because of his martial arts training, so he was called 'Ximen Chi'. It is said that he has a very deep cultivation level."
, many children in the family cannot defeat him."
Everyone sighed and sympathized with Siyu. They wondered if this "miraculous boy" could be magical again today.
Standing on the stage, the two people stood opposite each other. Siyu had been sizing up the opponent in front of him, but that person did not look at Siyu during the whole process, and just stared at the floor in front of him naturally.
"Hello, I'm Siyu."
"They all call me, Ximen Chi."
Siyu nodded, but Ximen Chi still didn't raise his head to look at him.
Looking at the man, Siyu asked: "With a sword?"
"…with a sword."
Siyu nodded, smiled inwardly, and said to himself: "He is really an interesting opponent."
Taking down a wooden sword from the shelf, Siyu used the sword for the first time in front of everyone, because he felt that Ximen Chi opposite him was not simple, so he couldn't hold it any longer.
"Where's your sword?"
Ximen Chi didn't answer, he just made a move with one hand. On the weapon rack, an ordinary wooden sword flew into his hand.
Ximen Chi's move immediately won waves of cheers, and even Ximen Chen couldn't help but be moved: "Hey, that's interesting."
On the field——
Siyu found that Ximen Chi's face immediately softened as soon as Jian shook hands. Although he couldn't see his eyes, Siyu clearly felt that there seemed to be something more in those eyes, which was different from before.
Already.
Siyu got into position and prepared to attack. However, he was interrupted by Ximen Chi's cold words.