The tip of the sword stopped motionless, and was clamped between two fingers. He pulled hard towards Junior Sister, but the tip of the sword did not move at all. Her fair face turned red, and she said bitterly: "Senior Brother Zhao, I have lost!"

"Okay then." Senior Brother Zhao loosened his fingers, returned the sword to Junior Sister, sheathed it, rolled his eyes at him, turned around and leaped directly into the crowd, causing people to comfort him.

They were mostly dissatisfied with Senior Brother Zhao for behaving like this. He was obviously bullying others, using the big to bully the small. Senior Brother Zhao looked down with a faint smile.

Elder Sheng glanced brightly and said in a deep voice: "Is there anyone who can challenge me? Time is limited. If you want to challenge, hurry up and don't waste time!"

After she finished speaking, there was still no movement below, and no one jumped up.

Elder Sheng glanced at Senior Brother Zhao and hummed: "If no one challenges him, he will directly pass the three levels and enter the Xuan-level arena!"

Still no one came up, so Elder Sheng waved his hand directly: "Xiao Zhao, get down!"

Senior Brother Zhao responded, smiled, clasped his fists, and walked off the stage.

"Who else!" Elder Sheng asked in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, another young man with a square face jumped onto the stage. Li Muchan recognized him as a senior fellow in the courtyard, his surname was Wu, he was kind-hearted, honest and simple.

After he came to power, he was beaten down quickly. Except for Li Muchan, no one below the sixth level survived. It seemed that the masters above the sixth level had a tacit understanding.

The stage soon turned into a competition between masters of the sixth grade and above. The martial arts were exquisite and powerful. Li Muchan watched in admiration and benefited a lot.

After the whole morning passed, he watched so many fights and felt that his martial arts had improved to a higher level and his understanding of the Luoyang Sword Technique was deeper.

He couldn't wait to have the opportunity to practice it, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity so soon.

The yellow-level arena was quickly completed, and a total of thirty-two people entered the black arena. Li Muchan was one of them, but everyone understood that he would stop here and would not be able to win a single battle.

Thirty-two people drew lots, and Li Muchan drew No. 25, and was about to compete with No. 9. This No. 9 is a girl in black, with a graceful figure and delicate appearance. Although she is not very beautiful, she is still a beauty.

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Li Muchan had a photographic memory, and as soon as he saw the girl in black, he remembered her name - Han Yuzhu.

Han Yuzhu was a sixth-grade disciple. Her sword was extremely long and narrow, and her sword skills were sharp and cunning, making her hard to guard against. When Li Muchan watched her compete, he felt cold all over his body, like a poisonous snake biting someone.

"Junior Brother Li, you're done!" Xu Xiaorou saw his opponent, shook his head and said, "Senior Sister Han's swordsmanship is too strange and impossible to guard against. You will definitely lose!"

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded.

Han Yuzhu's swordsmanship is not only fast, but also very cunning. There is only one way to deal with her, which is to attack her and lead her by the nose, which will not let her relax.

No. 1 vs. No. 17, No. 2 vs. No. 18. They went on stage to compete one by one according to the numbers. Li Muchan was ranked ninth and had to wait a while.

While others were fighting, he thought about how to deal with it.

If you want to restrain Senior Sister Han Yuzhu's swordsmanship, you can only win with speed. Not only must you be fast, but you must also be surprising, attracting her attention and preventing her from having a chance to counterattack.

It's not easy to do this. Although Luoyang's sword skills are strong, compared with everyone's martial arts, they are not amazing. Moreover, his firepower is not enough.

He simulated the hands-on situation in his mind, constantly evolved his sword skills, and absorbed the strengths of various schools.

He was able to multi-task, but at this time, he focused all his thoughts on the deduction of sword skills. He looked at him in a daze, his eyes were blank, and he was motionless.

Xu Xiaorou noticed something strange about him and did not disturb him. She pulled Zhang Qiaoyi and He Ruoshui's arms. The three women looked at him and pursed their lips and smiled.

Zhang Qiaoyi pointed to her lips: "He is having an epiphany, don't disturb him."

"What's the use of having an epiphany? He can't beat Senior Sister Han!" Xu Xiaorou curled her lips.

He Ruoshui glanced at Li Muchan and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Li is extremely qualified, maybe he can really beat Senior Sister Han, right, Senior Sister Zhang?"

Zhang Qiaoyi shook her head: "Senior Sister Han's swordsmanship is the most difficult to deal with. If it were another person, he might be lucky enough to win. But if he meets Senior Sister Han, he would be unlucky."

"I think Junior Brother Li can make it." He Ruoshui pursed his lips and smiled.

"Tsk——!" Suddenly a chuckle came from beside them. The three women turned their heads and looked, but they saw a burly young man with a round face and big eyes, shaking his head.

Xu Xiaorou glared: "Senior Brother Ba, why are you laughing!"
Chapter completed!