"Xia Nai is an ordinary person in the mountains and fields, named Cassiazi, and is a good friend of the Fan Wanwen and Fan brothers. Today, he followed Brother Fan to witness his wish and officially join the Snow Mountain Sect." Xu Le said.

Bai Wanjian snorted. He was not just polite, but was really arrogant. "Then please tell me what the rules of the constitution?"

"What if you lose? So what if you win? There must be a result, right?" Xu Le said.

Bai Wanjian sneered: "If I win, you brother Xu will change your name and remove the word "Lingxiao" in his "Lingxiao Crane".

"What if you lose?"

Bai Wanjian was full of confidence and said loudly: "Let your disposal!"

"We don't need to deal with it. If Brother Fan wins, he will worship your father, Mr. Weide, and become your Snow Mountain Sect and fulfill what he wants. How about?" Xu Le smiled slightly and excitedly talked to Bai Wanjian.

Bai Wanjian opened his mouth and wanted to agree, but then he hurriedly stopped: "My father needs to make the decision in this matter himself, but I can't make the decision. Please come to the martial arts training ground with me first and wait until I ask my father for instructions."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand sideways: "People, please."

Xu Le led everyone to him and followed him to a wide place with plum blossom stakes standing, which was the martial arts practice ground in Lingxiao City.

There are eighteen weapons like axes, halberds, hooks and forks on one side of the martial arts field, but they are obviously all decorations and are not for use by people. The Snow Mountain Sect only uses swords and will not hand them over to their disciples other weapons.

Bai Wanjian asked everyone to wait here, but he went to a hall dozens of meters away.

The sky became darker and colder. After about a quarter of an hour, Bai Wanjian respectfully followed a white-haired old man and came out of the hall.

The group of disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect left by Bai Wanjian hurriedly came forward and bowed their heads: "I have met the leader."

The white-haired old man nodded: "Everyone is exempt from gifts."

The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect then stood up, stood behind him, and followed him.

The white-haired old man was wearing a brocade dress, with a rosy complexion, a high-spirited aura, and looked calm, looking like a master. He walked and walked, and he was completely gone. He did not look old, and he had his own unique style.

The group walked in, and the old man with white hair turned his attention to Fan Wanwen: "You are going to join my disciple?"

Fan Wanwen bowed respectfully and bent down deeply: "I have seen Mr. Weide. After seeing Fan Wanwen, his ancestors had some entanglements with the Snow Mountain Sect, so he luckily learned the Snow Mountain Sect sword technique. I came today and asked Mr. Weide to accept me as his disciple."

"Jian'er has already made it clear, and I have listened to your conditions. Since you have agreed to decide the outcome of the bet, I will follow you. If you win, I will accept you as a disciple."

The white-haired old man said that he is really Mr. Weide, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect.

When Fan Wanwen heard this, he was not polite. He took off the Yitian Sword and held it in his hand and stood in the martial arts field: "Senior Brother Bai, please."

Bai Wanjian also untied the long sword around his waist, held the long sword and stood opposite him: "Brother Fan, please."

The two of them threw away the scabbard at the same time, took two steps forward, fought the sword, and then retreated a little.

With the slight sound of the long swords fighting each other, the battle between the two had begun without further ado.

Bai Wanjian moved his hand, bent his waist slightly, and stepped forward to reach out and stabbed Fan Wanwen with a sword.

A disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect sighed: "This move Mingtuo came to the west. The eldest brother used it very profoundly. In the past, he used it but he was so murderous intent in the hands of the eldest brother. The eldest brother's kung fu is extremely profound."

"What kind of profoundness is this?" Bai Zizai scolded, but then he was a little proud again. "Jian'er's move is indeed quite charming. He has a high martial arts qualification, so he is not comparable to ordinary people."

As he smiled and looked into the field, he was about to see how the wild player who came from somewhere was ugly. Unexpectedly, when he saw it, Bai Zizai said in surprise: "Huh? What a wonderful sword technique!"

Fan Wanwen, who had a cold and stiff expression, was not panicked at all. He gently picked the long sword and broke Bai Wanjian's quite old "Mingtuo comes to the West".

If this were the case, Bai Zizai would not be so surprised. He is not without mastering the swordsmanship at a young age, and it is not worthy of his fuss.

After Fan Wanwen cracked Bai Wanjian's sword move, he just took a step forward and bowed slightly, as if there was a piece of flesh on his back. Then he returned the same "Ming Tuoxiu" to Bai Wanjian.

It is obviously the Snow Mountain Sect sword technique, but it is more sophisticated than Bai Wanjian, who has practiced swords since childhood. It has a unique meaning. This is what Bai Zizai was surprised about.

Bai Wanjian raised his sword and held Fan Wanwen's sword move. Unexpectedly, Fan Wanwen gently turned the sword blade and used another sword move from the Snow Mountain Sect, "Ao Xue Han Frost".

Bai Zi nodded slightly: If I came to teach my disciples, I would definitely teach him to fight like this. Fan Wanwen is not sure whether he has a good understanding or the elders in his family have insights, but he can use his sword moves in this way without being bound by sword techniques and use them to fight the enemy at will. This is also a good seedling.

He naturally couldn't imagine that he taught Fan Wanwen's sword path at the beginning. It would be strange if he didn't feel comfortable and uneasy when he saw Fan Wanwen using the Snow Mountain Sword Technique like this.

He was very happy to watch, but Bai Wanjian, who was fighting with Fan Wanwen, was unhappy. After "Ming Tuo came to the west", "Ao Xue Hanfrost", Fan Wanwen's change of move caught him off guard and had to quickly withdraw his sword and block it back.

A strange smile appeared on Fan Wanwen's stiff face, which was his smile: "The shadows are slanted."

The tip of the sword did not come into contact with Bai Wanjian's sword. It slightly cut toward Bai Wanjian's waist.

Bai Wanjian was shocked, quickly took two steps back, and looked at Fan Wanwen with a strange look: It's strange! This guy is even more familiar with the Snow Mountain Sword Technique than me!

But in a few breaths, Fan Wanwen forced Bai Wanjian to retreat with the Snow Mountain Sword Technique, and the jaws of the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect almost fell: the cold weather in the northwest Bai Wanjian is so loud that it is in this Western Region martial arts world? Not to mention that everyone admires it, ordinary little ones will flee, and they are actually repelled by this indifferent wild man? Or use the Snow Mountain Sect's sword Technique!

This matter really made them feel a little unacceptable.

Bai Wanjian stabilized his mind and headed towards Fan Wanwen again. Fan Wanwen did not avoid or dodge, and his sword moves were in conflict. After three or five moves, he repelled Bai Wanjian again.

Only then did Bai Wanjian suddenly realize that he might be defeated by this!

Why is this happening? Bai Wanjian came forward and tried again without consent. This time Fan Wanwen no longer wanted to let him go, nor did he have the opportunity to retreat. He fired a sword and rushed forward, and it was linked together. In just over ten moves, Bai Wanjian was knocked away with the long sword in his hand.

Now, even if Bai Wanjian is thick-skinned, he will not be able to go forward and fight again. He looked at Bai Zizai in a daze: "Father, I am embarrassing you..."

Bai Zizai laughed: "Who is thrown away? Bring me the best disciple back! Fan Wanwen, come here."

Fan Wanwen went over, knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times: "Advisor Fan Wanwen, pay homage to the master."

Bai Zizai helped him up and looked carefully, and was very happy: "It's really a good material and a good material and a good material and a good material and a good jade! I can practice my Snow Mountain Sword Technique to such an extent, and many ideas coincide with me. You are simply my natural disciple!"

Fan Wanwen nodded excitedly, and Bai Zizai became more and more happy when he looked at him: "I will invite the portrait of the ancestor tomorrow, and I will officially take you into my door wall!"

"Thank you, Master!" Fan Wanwen said respectfully.

After Bai Zizai was happy for a moment, he looked at Xu Le and others again: "Disciple, who are these people?"

Fan Wanwen introduced: "These people are friends I have made in the world. They have great skills when they are close friends with me."

Bai Zizai laughed unconsciously and showed his crazy expression: "Extremely powerful skills? Those who run around the world say this. Since you have joined the Snow Mountain Sect, it will be different from them. Lingxiao City will keep you friends and you stay for a few days and give them some money. What do you think?"

This was a slap in the face. If Xu Le and others were really Fan Wanwen's friends in this world, they would have to break off their robes and break off their relationship with Fan Wanwen for this sentence.

Fan Wanwen turned his inquiry eyes to Xu Le and asked him to make an idea.

Xu Le sighed in his heart: Bai Zizai is so arrogant now. He really regards himself as the king of heaven. If others touch him a little, they will be able to ascend to heaven. Such arrogance in the future will not be in vain.
Chapter completed!