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After Hu Shuangyi's sword and axe made a huge grinding sound, his wrist flipped four times in succession. Using his skill, Jin Zhixian was momentarily unable to fight back. Hu Shuangyi's sword pierced towards the axe in his hand.

"The blade of the sword is like a drum, the righteous sound will take one's soul away."

He turned the sword horizontally into a slap and slammed down with his sword. Jin Zhixian let out a loud shout, but did not injure him.

"Ah!" Jin Zhixian screamed miserably. He covered his face with his hands and squatted on the ground.

If he were to change his moves and stab down with his sword, his brain would definitely explode and he would be drenched in blood.

Hu Shuangyi unleashed four strikes. Although it seemed to be easy, in reality, it was not easy at all. However, his sword was clearly better than Jin Zhixian's axe.

Hu Shuangyi jumped down the stage as thunderous applause and thunderous cheers filled the air.

The audience felt comfortable just by looking at it. How could they care about the dangers inside?

He didn't care about the reason for the match either. He only cared about whether the fight was exciting or not and whether it was lively enough.

"Powerful, formidable, who is this person, how come I haven't heard of him at all?"

The other guy disgraced, "You talk like you know that boxer in white just now, didn't you just randomly give him a nickname? That guy in white, Fist Emperor, this nickname is really terrible."

"None of your business! This was a calligraphy swordsman! Do you know! "

"It's here again. He's giving people a nickname again."

"Brushstroke swordsman!" A calligraphy swordsman! A calligraphy swordsman! "

When everyone heard this, they also joined in. "Brushstroke swordsman, brushstroke swordsman, brushstroke swordsman!" A calligraphy swordsman! A calligraphy swordsman! "

The audience was always like this. As long as someone took the lead, they would follow along and jeer. As long as there was a gimmick, they would definitely join in on the fun.

Jin Zhixian slowly walked over to the axe side, picked up the axe, and angrily attacked the heart with it. He shouted, "Brothers, don't let them go.

Besides the unconscious man and the one with the severed hand, the other two looked at each other and also jumped onto the stage.

Then, Jin Zhixian's temperament changed. His defeat just now had made him extremely angry. He stood there, glaring like King Kong. The air around him seemed to float. All the internal energy in his body was channeled, and his hair fluttered even though there was no wind.

The other two men of the Fast Horse Villa also drew their swords and prepared to kill Hu Shuangyi and his men.

Cardinal Cheng pressed down on his sword.

Quick Horse Villa, one of the eight great sects! As expected of a group of animals.

Just as he was about to attack …

At this time, a delicate voice came out from the crowd: "Don't you guys feel that your reputation is not enough?!"

Then, a beautiful figure flew up to the arena.

A clean and tidy figure with a curvy figure, elegant long hair, and a leisurely fragrance wafted from her body.

In that instant when the fragrance of the camellia blossomed, the Cardinal did not even see his face before he already knew who it was.

So it was her!

Cardinal slightly loosened his grip on the sword sheath.

When that person entered the arena, everyone was dumbstruck. Countless people looked up at her in a daze. He tried his best to see her face, but he couldn't. Her face was covered by a veil, and even through the veil, he could still feel her beauty.

The originally noisy crowd below the arena, as well as the chattering crowd, were all silent.

When Jin Zhixian saw that she was on stage, he suddenly became dispirited.

He stuttered as he prepared to speak.

However, she didn't give him a chance to speak, "Are you guys still prepared to disgrace yourself?"

Her voice was clear, like an oriole.

For a moment, Jin Zhixian was at a loss as to what to do. He didn't know what to do.

He was like a kitten that had met its natural enemy.

Jin Zhixian looked into her eyes.

Jin Zhixian hurriedly turned around and spoke to his fellow disciples, "Let's go, we're leaving now."

After that, he went to support the injured duo and hurriedly ran out of the beloved concubine's courtyard.

From time to time, he would peek back at her, but he was afraid that she would discover him.

She was the bright moonlight, and he was a speck of dust, a speck of dust.

He loved her to the point that he was afraid she would find out.

Every time he saw her, he would feel awkward. He didn't know why, but it was awkward, awkward, and there was nothing he could do.

He didn't know whether to stand or sit, didn't know what to say to her.

He didn't know if he was qualified to like her.

But he did like it, from the first time they met.

Even if he knew there was no possibility that he would like her.

In the past, he was the head disciple of the fast horse villa's Thunder Hall. He was also respected within the sect, and there were many people who were willing to curry favor with him and curry favor with him. He had been complacent before and felt that he was actually quite good.

Until one day, when a person from another sect came to the Thunder Hall to discuss martial arts with his master, a young girl around the age of eleven or twelve followed behind him. The little girl stood by the side and watched the two old fellows chat, her ponytails swaying on the chair.

He had been watching from outside the door when he saw her nod.

Hehe, so she was dozing off.

So beautiful.

He didn't have much knowledge, and had been practicing martial arts since birth. He didn't know how to describe her.

So beautiful. He only knew these two words. However, he felt that she wasn't just those two words. He was currently in a dilemma.

Someone had knocked a chestnut out of its wits, "Little Fatty, why are you always looking at me!?"

He didn't know what to say, so he was just about to answer her.

Another chestnut burst out, "Little fatty, you must be thinking of something bad, hmph!"

He raised his fist and sent him flying.

He had a bad temper and good kung fu skills. He usually bullied others, but not only was he not angry today, he even felt that the sky was beautiful. The white clouds were beautiful. So beautiful.

He lay in the yard, looking up at the sky, and he smiled.

"Xin'er, stop messing around. Come back quickly." A middle-aged man's voice sounded.

The little girl was a little depressed, her tone was bitter, but also a little angry. "I'm not messing around, I don't know what this little fatty is doing, he's always looking at me!" Also! Father! How much longer do you have to say! We've been chatting for four hours. "

The little girl and the middle-aged man left. He looked at the ponytail that was bouncing around.

She felt sad. [When are you going to come again?]

From then on, he had always hoped that someone would come and chat with his master. It would be even better if it was that middle-aged man.

For a whole ten years, he had hoped that the middle-aged man would bring the little girl here.

After three years, she seemed to have grown taller again.

Four years later, she seemed to have become even more beautiful and mature.

Wait, wait, watch.

After stealthily looking at it a few times, he felt that it was enough.

He sometimes wondered if he could just go and talk to her.

But every time I think of her. When he thought of her ponytail that year, he was subservient to her wishes.

In the year seven years ago, she said, "You little fatty, why are you here this year? My hands are itchy. I'm too bored; I want to hit someone."

He didn't say anything. He thought she couldn't remember him.

He faltered and started to speak.

She sent him flying with a punch. "Delaying is really unpleasant."

He laughed again, even more happily than before, feeling that the whole world was so beautiful.

So she remembered him.

So beautiful.