A green light flashed, and a green steel sword suddenly pierced out, pointing to the left shoulder of the young man, making the sword boy use his wrist to slant, and the sword edge had been cut to the man's right neck. The middle-aged man's sword blocked the grid, with a clanging sound, the two swords hit each other, and the sound of buzzing, the sound of the two swords was still shaking, and the sword light of the two swords had been broken, and three moves had been taken down. The middle-aged man's long sword was shot down and the young man's head was cut. The young man avoided to the right, and with a left-handed sword technique, the green steel sword stabbed the man's thigh.

The two of them had a quick sword technique and fought with all their strength.

There were two people sitting in the east of the martial arts hall. The upper head was a middle-aged Taoist nun in his forties, with a blue face and a tight lips. The lower head was an old man in his fifties, with a long beard twisted with his right hand, and his expression was very proud. The old man's surname was Zuo, named Zimu, and was the head of the East Sect of "Wuliang Sword". The Taoist nun was surnamed Xin, and the Taoist nun was named Shuangqing, and was the head of the West Sect of "Wuliang Sword".

The two of them had seats more than one meter apart, and there were more than twenty male and female disciples standing behind each other. There were more than ten guests sitting on a row of chairs to the west. The eyes of both the east and the west were focused on the battle between the two people in the field.

Seeing that the young man and the middle-aged man had already dismantled more than seventy moves, the sword moves became tighter and tighter, and he was still not sure of victory or defeat. Suddenly, the middle-aged man swung his sword and used force, and his body was slightly covered, as if he was about to fall. A young man in a blue shirt among the guests in the west couldn't help laughing. He knew that he had lost his composure and hurriedly reached out and held his mouth.

Wei Ran smiled. It was the opening plot of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". The martial arts hall was very spacious, with many guests in the west, and Wei Ran was also mixed in with a blue shirt. The one who just laughed was Duan Yu, but this silly boy didn't know that he was about to cause trouble because of his laughter.

At this moment, the young man in the field slapped his left hand and hit the man's back heart. The man took a step forward to avoid it. The sword in his hand suddenly turned around and shouted: "Hell!" The young man had already hit the sword with his left leg, and staggered down the leg, and stood up and waited to fight again. The middle-aged man had returned the sword to the sheath and smiled and said, "Junior Brother Chu, Cheng Rang, Cheng Rang, isn't he seriously injured?" The young man was pale and bit his lips and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Gong, for showing mercy under the sword."

Zuo Zimu looked gloomy and smiled slightly, saying, "Dongzong has won three formations. It seems that this 'Sword Lake Palace' will let Dongzong live for another five years. Junior Sister Xin, do we still have to compete?" The middle-aged Taoist nun sitting on his head suppressed his anger and said, "Master Zuo has indeed trained a good disciple. But I wonder if Senior Brother Zuo's study of 'Wuliang Yubi' has been very experienced in the past five years?" Zuo Zimu glared at her and said seriously, "How come junior sister forgets the rules of this sect?" The Taoist nun snorted and stopped talking.

Zuo Zimu spoke cautiously and strictly abides by the secrets of the faction.

The people sitting on the brocade bench in the west were from different schools, some of which were notaries invited by the heads of the East and West Sects, while the others were guests who came to watch the ceremony. These people were all well-known people in the martial arts world in Yunnan, and only Wei Ran and Duan Yu who were sitting at the start were unknown.

There is an outsider here, Zuo Zimu didn't want to have a big embarrassment with Xin Shuangqing. Zuo Zimu smiled and said, "The four disciples sent by Junior Sister Xin this year have really impressive swordsmanship, especially in this fourth game we won even more luck. Master Chu is young and has practiced to such an extent. The future is really limitless. Five years later, I'm afraid that our East and West Sect will change positions, haha, haha!"

After saying that, Zuo Zimu suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Duan Yu, saying, "My bad disciple has just won with a false move, and this brother Duan Shi seems to be quite dissatisfied. So he asked Brother Duan Shi to come out and give advice to the young disciples. Brother Ma Wu is so powerful that he has no weak soldiers under his command. Brother Duan Shi must be quite high."

Ma Wude, who came here with Duan Yu, blushed slightly and said, "This brother Duan is not my disciple. How can your brother be a master with these three-legged cats? Brother Zuo, don't make fun of him in person. When Brother Duan came to Pu'er's house, he heard that I was about to come to Wuliang Mountain, so he followed him and said that Wuliang Mountain is quiet and he wanted to enjoy the scenery."

Hearing Ma Wude's explanation, Zuo Zimu secretly slutted and smiled coldly, "I would like to ask Brother Duan what to call him, who is the disciple of that master?"

Duan Yu was not familiar with the world and said foolishly: "I have never learned any martial arts when placing an order. When I saw someone falling, no matter whether he really fell or faked, I couldn't help laughing."

"What's so funny?" Zuo Zimu couldn't help laughing.

Duan Yu shook the folding fan in his hand and said lightly: "It's nothing funny to sit alone, it's not funny to lie on the bed. If you lie on the ground, haha, it's ridiculous. Unless he is a three-year-old doll, then it's a different story."

Zuo Zimu heard his speech become more and more arrogant, and couldn't help but get angry and said to Ma Wude: "Brother Ma Wu, is this Brother Duan your good friend?"

Ma Wude looked puzzled and didn't know how to respond. Unexpectedly, at this moment...

puff!

A whistlebrating laughter broke the tension.

Zuo Zimu's eyes were angry and turned his eyes to the guests in the west, and another young man in blue was sitting next to Duan Yu.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, I laughed because of my ridiculousness, so my temperament, in other words, I couldn't help it for a moment." The man in blue was Wei Ran.

Zuo Zimu's face turned pale, "I smile because it's ridiculous? I don't know your name Gao, but I look down on martial arts?"

"I really don't like your skills, but I don't laugh at it because of it. What I laughed at is that this young master Duan is innocent and romantic, ignorant of the world, and what others say. But you want to teach him a lesson, but you still have to find out his background." Wei Ran seemed to have not seen Zuo Zimu's increasingly ugly face at all, shook his head and said to himself.

Wei Ran's behavior made Zuo Zimu, who was suspicious, more careful. He didn't know Wei Ran's background and identity, so he didn't dare to take action easily. "Junior Sister Xin, this priest is talking wildly and said he looks down on this sect's kung fu. What do you think should you do?"

Xin Shuangqing could see that Zuo Zimu wanted her to be a pawn, but she would not be fooled by Zuo Zimu. She smiled coldly and said, "Senior Brother Zuo was wrong. What this friend said is that he doesn't like your kung fu, what does it have to do with this sect? Even if there is, he looks down on your Dong Sect, and he has nothing to do with my Xi Sect."

"You..." Zuo Zimu was angry for a moment and turned his head to his apprentice Gong Guangjie beside him and said, "I look down on our kung fu, so you go down and ask for advice!"

The middle-aged man Gong Guangjie was reluctant to say this to his master. He had long disliked Wei Ran's arrogant look. He immediately drew out his long sword, stood in the field, reversed the hilt of the sword, bowed to Wei Ran, and said, "Brother, please!"

Wei Ran shook his head, "Practicing martial arts is about strengthening one's body, not for the sake of courage and ruthlessness. If there is no benefit, I generally won't take action."

Zuo Zimu laughed. In his opinion, this was Wei Ran's guilty expression: "What benefits do you want? Do you want to bet?"

"Today I see your East and West Sects competing for Wuliangshan Jianhu Palace. I am quite interested in this. It would be better if I win. If I win, you will give me Jianhu Palace. If I lose, I will give you an opportunity, okay?"

"It's outrageous. He actually covets the ancestral court of my sect." Zuo Zimu was furious, slapped the table beside him, and stood up suddenly.

Gong Guangjie felt that the boy in front of him was very hateful. Seeing that his master was angry, he stretched out his sword and stabbed Wei Ran without saying a word.

This sword was both urgent and fast, obviously Gong Guangjie had the intention to kill.

Wei Ran casually avoided the stabbing sword, grabbed Gong Guangjie's arm with his right hand, and gently sent it over. Gong Guangjie fell softly to the ground as if he had lost his skeleton.

"This method of absorbing and summarizing the power is easy to use." Wei Ran nodded with satisfaction and looked at Gong Guangjie lying on the ground. "If you lose your internal energy, the body will lose its main energy supply and cannot adapt for a while. If you rely too much on internal energy, your martial arts have deviated."

"Guangjie, how are you?" Zuo Zimu was anxious when he saw his beloved disciple being so soft that he was on the ground inexplicably.

"Master, my internal strength, my internal strength is gone..." Gong Guangjie looked confused and helpless, and grabbed Zuo Zimu's arm miserably.
Chapter completed!