Chapter 62: Sharks with wings (Medium)

Zhai Rang immediately made me love talent. Although his appearance seemed a bit rough, his mind was very delicate. He first conquered others with martial arts, and then made friends with others in a low manner, thereby resolving the grievances between the two families. But the purpose is worthy of careful consideration.

"Dongtang." I waved my hand and called Zuo Dongtang to my side, and said lightly: "After the conference is over, please call Zhai Rang and me."

Zuo Dongtang immediately said respectfully: "Yes, lord."

Murong Bai was surprised. Zhai Rang was a well-known figure in the world. After this martial arts conference, his fame became even more popular. He didn't know what purpose I would have when I came to him.

After Zhai Rang and Li Hong's battle, it seemed that the prelude began. Masters from various sects went on stage to compete one after another, showing their reputation. Of course, as long as someone is happy, some people are disappointed. I watched for a long time and found that some people are indeed good at martial arts, but they only have good martial arts and do not have much talent. After watching for a long time, no one could make me interested.

But my group of imperial guards were itchy when they saw itchy when they saw itchy. These guys were all from gentry, and had only martial arts skills and rarely had the experience of walking in the world. Now that I saw so many martial arts people all at once, it was no wonder that they were itchy when they saw it. I smiled lightly and waved my hand.

Zuo Dongtang and others immediately understood what I meant, that they were released. The more than ten guards who followed me were all elites selected from the imperial guards. They were not weak in their own strength. In addition, the strict guidance of the four worshipers a few days ago, they all made great progress.

However, they went on stage and became lively. But the people in the martial arts world were in full swing. Yesterday, I said that I was so powerful that many people knew the name of Mochou Village.

But today, more than a dozen first-class masters suddenly emerged, all claiming to be disciples of Mochouzhuang. They have extraordinary martial arts, and many masters from many sects have been turned into their hands. No wonder, some small sect leaders are at most second-rate skills. How can they resist the energy of these guards in front of the imperial guards like wolves and tigers? Furthermore, those bastards are not people in the martial arts world. If one doesn't work, the other will get on, without any shame. Of course, although the people in the martial arts world will not do this, but this is allowed by the rules. Most people can only be angry in their hearts, but cannot speak out.

After the lively fun, the bastards returned to the stands proudly. Although they were more or less lucky, they were full of energy because they were happy to beat.

However, this fuss immediately made all the people in the world pay attention to the name Mochouzhuang. Even Shaolin, Wudang, and Taihu Villa, who are in the martial arts world, do not have the ability to create so many first-class experts at once.

At this moment, a figure flashed. A young man stood on the stage, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall and slender. Although his appearance was not as gentle and delicate as Murong Bai, he also looked quite beautiful, with a unique rough look. He was wearing a leather shoulder unique to the north, and a wide blade about three feet long hanged in his waist.

"Ma Xiaodong, the leader of the Wuma Hall in Liaodong, please give me advice from the heroes of Mochou Village." Ma Xiaodong's voice was loud but also a hint of hoarseness. On his slightly bronze face, his firmness was revealed without a trace of unnecessary expression.

"Ma Xiaodong from the Angma Hall?" I was stunned. Isn't it the young master of the king that Qing'er mentioned to me last time? Good guy, he was indeed a little imposing. He just stood on the stage and reported his name, which made the audience cheer. Especially some new martial arts people, they all regarded Ma Xiaodong as their idol and regarded him as their goal of their efforts.

I listened to the cheers and couldn't help but tilt my neck and chuckled: "This guy looks good."

When Murong Bai saw Ma Xiaodong appear, he couldn't help but hold the folding fan tightly in his hand, and a huge sense of fighting emerged, and his eyes were full of energy.

It's no wonder that Murong Bai himself is also a rare young master, a young man. Now he has met someone who is about the same age as him but has better martial arts skills than him. Why don't he feel challenging?

Murong Bai stood up immediately. At the moment when he stood up, his originally tense body had completely relaxed. A faint smile appeared on his face. He opened the folding fan with a snap and said leisurely: "Brother Ma is so interested. Why should Murong Bai come to play with you?" As he said that, he didn't see how his body moved, so he flew from the stands to the competition stage. Even though he was in the air, he looked leisurely and contented, and he looked extraordinary.

Murong Bai's appearance also caused a burst of noise. Especially some young girls, they were even more excited. Yesterday, Murong Bai's performance was forcibly ranked second among martial arts rookies. Although he himself was not willing to ask for this title, his elegant performance, outstanding appearance, and elegant demeanor had long been secretly agreed by the martial arts girls.

"Murong Bai?" Ma Xiaodong looked at Cheng Yaojin who had come out halfway and said in his low voice: "When did you join Mochou Village too?"

Murong Bai chuckled and walked forward and said, "Just just now, Murong Bai became a member of Mochou Village. He also swears that he is willing to use his life to guard Mochou Village."

I almost fell from the Grand Master's chair. Damn, this boy disappointed me so much. I wasted my teachings to him just now. I originally thought he would cheer up from now on and make a big career. But the determined look did not mean that he joined the sect founded by Qing'er and would always protect Mochouzhuang.

"It's no help, you idiot." I shook my head and cursed.

However, once a man like Murong Bai made up this determination, he would probably not be able to pull back even if he had a ten cow. This would be fine, at least he would give him a reason to cheer up. For some reason, Murong Bai's surname is very similar to my surname in that era. He was also so arrogant and arrogant. Even though he knew that the other party was a master of the king, he still had the confidence to win.

"Murong Bai, we support you." Many women shouted. Indeed, that guy was indeed extraordinary. If I had been in the era of my original age, he might have become an idol emperor superstar.

Ma Xiaodong looked at him coldly: "Since you are willing to take it for Mochouzhuang, then look at the knife."

That sound was seen, as soon as it fell down. Ma Xiaodong rushed towards Murong Bai at a speed like a wind. At the same time, he slashed the horse's sword. He unsheathed from his waist and cut it from the horizontal. The method of drawing the sword was simple and clear, without any false moves that would drag the mud and water.

Murong Bai's face calmed down and he pulled away the folding fan. He gently tapped the back of the folding fan on the sabre and floated back along the knife. The man was in the air, his clothes were fluttering, which was very free and elegant.

"Okay." Ma Xiaodong praised lowly, but his hands did not stop at all. He took a big step forward and pulled the sword upwards. The blade flickered like a silver curtain.

I guess that many women who supported Murong Bai must have their hearts in their throats at this time.

Just when most people thought Murong Bai had no choice but to hide, Murong Bai's body actually rotated out of thin air. A folding fan was opened and the fan was immediately filled with shadows.

bite.

A crisp sound rang out. Murong Bai couldn't bear the huge force coming from the sabre, and flew backwards, just as he was about to fall from the stands. His body turned rapidly in the air, and the folding fan was a little on the edge of the stage in an incredible way. The whole person paused in the air, and took advantage of the situation to play a beautiful somersault, sticking to the edge of the competition stage. The posture of shaking the fan was still so cool.

Those girls in the world who were flirting with hearts suddenly screamed like crazy again, cheering for the prince charming in their hearts.

However, unfortunately, Murong Bai's defeated elephant was already born, and these two swords were hiding in danger. Ma Xiaodong only accidentally swung two swords, which made Murong Bai play all his unique skills. It is clear which of the two of them is better and which is lower in martial arts.

Ma Xiaodong stood with a sword, still without a trace of expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Murong Bai, you can give up."

"That's not necessarily true." Murong Bai tilted his right foot, and his whole body suddenly flew up lightly, and swung the folding fan out of his hand. Suddenly, the folding fan rolled towards Ma Xiaodong at an extremely fast speed like a hidden weapon.

At the same time, a buzzing sword roar was heard. Murong Bai actually pulled out a soft steel sword from his waist and flew towards Ma Xiaodong's head. The soft sword in his hand pulled out sword flowers, which seemed to be like a cluster of blooming orchids, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Qingfeng was beside me and couldn't help but exclaim: "Murong Bai has actually practiced orchid sword technique?"

"What, is there anything strange about this orchid sword technique?" I couldn't help but feel curious when I was told that.

"Orchid Sword Technique is the highest sword technique of the Murong family." Qingfeng explained: "However, the Murong family has always had very few people with the Orchid Sword Technique."

"Oh?" I frowned.

"Although this orchid sword technique is amazing, if there is no matching surname, you cannot practice orchid sword technique at all." Qingfeng sighed softly: "If you choose a sword technique, you may only use the orchid sword technique of the Murong family in the entire world. Although orchid is as humble as a gentleman and elegant as a gentleman, his surname is arrogant and arrogant. Only those who match the surname can practice orchid sword technique."
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