In the dark pavilion.

After eavesdropping on the conversation between Liu Biran and Luo Feiyu, Fengyi Nu showed a meaningful smile, "Biran tried every means to get this young man to participate in the competition, and asked Quan Sheng to participate in her recruitment. Tsk, tsk, isn't this a clear intention...

…”

Even the Higan flower umbrella on the beam made a pleasant ringing sound. The eyes of the green-faced fang who took off the mask could not help but become gentle. If she had not turned into the Higan flower on the umbrella, she would probably be laughing so hard now.

Alright.

"Bi Ran doesn't seem to know martial arts. She should ask someone to guard the ring for her." The woman in Feng Yi covered her mouth and smiled and said, "I wonder if Bi Ran has chosen a candidate to guard the ring."

"It's me." A cold female voice replied softly.

The girl in maple clothes turned her head and looked at Liu Zangyue, but she couldn't help but stop smiling.

Liu Zangyue's face was cold and stern, which was in sharp contrast to her previous joy.

The green-faced fang on the beam saw that the girl in maple clothes had stopped smiling, so he could only gently stroke the umbrella, and the cheerful ringing stopped abruptly.

The pavilion fell into silence again.

Seeing something strange around her, Liu Zangyue smiled forcefully, and her smile was a little desolate, "Bi Ran's happy event is coming soon, you should be happy, why did you feel so cold all of a sudden?"

Even if she said this, Maple Clothes Girl still couldn't laugh out loud, "Sister Zangyue, you look like you are not happy..."

Liu Zangyue raised her head and subconsciously wanted to look at the sky, only to realize that she was in a dark pavilion with a dark ceiling above.

Originally, I longed for the sky, but for most of my life, I was still under the eaves, searching for the sky aimlessly.

But the sky no longer exists.

Is this what it feels like to be deeply in love?

After a long time, Liu Zangyue said quietly: "Because she fell in love with the wrong person. The identity of that young man is really worth pondering."

"Bi'er's matter will be like what I did back then. The connection between the world will be broken, and in the end it will be lost in the sea. There will never be a good outcome."

Tournament ring.

The whole audience let out bursts of exclamations.

Gu Jingyao put away his silver crossbow that had a few pieces missing, "Brother, you lose."

The young man in gray clothes opposite also put away his dagger and said slowly: "Brother Gu is superb in martial arts. I am convinced that I have lost." After saying this, he walked down the stage with regret.

Gu Jingyao looked at the young man's leaving figure and could no longer suppress the joy in his heart. He faced Lan Chulian and spread his arms, "Miss Chulian! I'm done!"

The whole audience exclaimed.

Gu Jingyao, the young master of Yayuque in the eyes of the elders, an unknown master in the eyes of young masters, has competed fifteen times in a row.

Total victory!

Tang Zhantian held Mo Sword in his arms, his eyes full of admiration, "He is indeed the man who defeated me."

"Jingyao." Lan Chulian smiled warmly, but his smile solidified not long after he smiled.

She saw a young man carrying a sword bag rushing towards her quickly.

The young man quickly stood firm on the guardrail of the competition platform, raised his head and poured a sip of wine from the wine gourd. Gu Jingyao also turned his head to see the person clearly, "Brother Luo!"

Luo Feiyu ignored Lan Chumao's cold gaze and turned to look at Gu Jingyao, "I heard they said Brother Gu has never failed."

"You're finally here." Gu Jingyao said happily.

"Yes." Luo Feiyu suddenly turned around and faced the young masters who were discussing. His loud and deep voice echoed throughout the high platform, "Who below doesn't mind one more defeat? You might as well come up and fight with me.

Let’s have one.”

Most of the young masters had finished their fights, and were either comforting and encouraging each other on the stage, exchanging martial arts experiences, or discussing the martial arts competition that Gu Jingyao had just concluded. After hearing Luo Feiyu's words, everyone raised their eyebrows

He closed his eyes and looked at him.

"Which sect's disciples are you? You're too arrogant!"

"Looking at such a young age, I didn't expect that my tone would be so loud. Isn't that arrogant?"

“You don’t know something, but as the saying goes: a weak dog is good at barking!”

"Hahahahahaha."

Gu Jingyao consciously jumped off the competition stage and looked at Luo Feiyu on the stage with interest, "Brother Luo, what kind of show are you going to put on again? Hey, Miss Chu Liao, do you look a little uncomfortable?"

Lan Chulian immediately smiled and said, "I'm fine. Let's watch Mr. Luo's performance."

Luo Feiyu looked at the audience with stern eyes, "The protagonists are the last ones to appear. I beg for defeat."

"I'm here to meet you!" A man with a tough look and a machete jumped up and smashed a hole in the competition platform.

"Well done." Luo Feiyu also jumped off the guardrail and turned to look at the crowd, "Would any of you brothers and sisters, please lend me your sword?"

"No." Most people had a grudge against Luo Feiyu's ridicule, so they subconsciously replied.

Someone pointed at the sword pouch behind Luo Feiyu and said, "Don't you have a sword behind you?"

Luo Feiyu shook his head slightly, "If I can use this sword, why should I borrow it from you? There is an honest man here, let's bully him together."

"Brother Luo, go ahead!" Tang Zhantian swung the dark, broad black sword in his hand and threw it toward the stage.

"Brother Tang, you are so heroic!" Luo Feiyu took the Mo sword with his right hand and scratched the edge of the sword with the index and middle fingers of his left hand. "It has long been said that the Mo sword has no edge or sharpness. The result today is extraordinary. It is most suitable for my current situation.

I’m in a killer mood.”

"You are looking for death!" The fierce man almost broke the handle of the knife.

"The referee hasn't started yet, you can't hit me." Luo Feiyu was so frightened that he took a few steps back and reminded.

The middle-aged man in charge of the referee walked up and glanced at Luo Feiyu with disdain in his eyes, "Please share each other's names and sects."

"Ba Dao Sect, Lin Zhen."

"Uh-huh, do we still need to introduce each other's sects?" Luo Feiyu scratched his head, "Master, he doesn't seem to have given any famous names to his sects."

The tough man named Lin Zhen was a little angry, "You are too frivolous!"

Even the referee couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Please tell this little brother your sect and name as soon as possible, otherwise you will lose."

"Okay then." Luo Feiyu spread his hands and thought for a while. Since my senior brother and I have collectively learned a lot of swordsmanship left by the Sword Ancestor, we might as well call it: "Jinshumen, Luo Feiyu"

.”

Jinshumen!

Jinshu!

Thinking of the two words "Jinshu", the hearts of everyone present exploded. A name suddenly came to their minds.

Mo Jinshu. Sword Ancestor.

A sect named after the Sword Ancestor?

"Jinshumen...what is it?"

This surprise only lasted for a moment, and someone burst out laughing first, breaking the silence, "Which sect is this from a ravine? I've never heard of it, and how dare you name it after the sword ancestor."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Even Lin Zhen didn't even bother to smile.

But he soon froze there.

Because he felt that Luo Feiyu was so beautiful at this moment.

It's not that this man is beautiful. But his sword dance is very beautiful.

Like a light tiger.

Another example is that the white snow on thousands of mountains melts in an instant, and the bright moon rises in the mountains in an instant.
Chapter completed!