When Ah Qing came to the stage, her outfit was obviously far from Zhuo Bufan's. She wore a light green shirt and a short green bamboo stick hanging from her waist. She stood there softly and weakly. ±,
There was a sudden sigh from the audience, apparently most people didn't think this girl could beat Zhuo Bufan, they were all worried that it would be a pity if she didn't feel hurt in the ring later.
Standing on the sword, Zhuo Bufan glanced sideways at Ah Qing, thinking like most people, and snorted nonchalantly: "The sword has no eyes, why are you a girl here to join in the fun? Let's throw in the towel , so as not to get hurt later."
Ah Qing tilted her head, she was obviously stunned for a while before she understood the meaning of Zhuo Bufan's words, she couldn't help wondering: "Why should I admit defeat? You may not be able to beat me."
Zhuo Bufan laughed back angrily, trembling slightly, and even said a few good words.
"Girl, come down quickly, that guy Zhuo Bufan has always shot fiercely, you will definitely get hurt."
"I don't know which father is so cruel, let such a girl come out to compete."
"Zhuo Bufan, you stinky and shameless person, won't you be honored if you win against such a girl?"
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Zhuo Bufan's gaze swept down the stage like lightning, knowing that those people are afraid of chaos, so they are naturally much bolder than usual when they get mixed up in the crowd. If someone dares to talk to him like this in other circumstances, it is not over if they don't leave a tongue , now that the game is important, it's not easy to explode immediately.
"Girl, you can see clearly." Zhuo Bufan knew that public outrage is hard to offend, and if he really beat this delicate girl with a real fight, it would not be a glorious thing, it is best to let her quit in advance.
So he jumped up and down onto the stage, and with a light move of his hand, the heart of the sword inserted on the stage flew back to his hand, Zhuo Bufan waved it casually, and saw a green glow about three feet on the sword Tip hesitating.
"Hiss~" There was a sudden gasp from the audience.
"Sword light!"
I don't know who yelled first, the audience suddenly exploded, and all the heroes whispered to each other, pointing at the sword glow in Zhuo Bufan's hand.
"Cousin, can you see this extraordinary martial art?" Murong Fu frowned, and he didn't know where this master came from. After entering the second round, he was about to face him. I am afraid that he will be a formidable opponent with the swordsmanship attainments displayed.
"At the beginning, he was playing Zhougong sword, which is the unique skill of "One-word Huijianmen" in Jianyang, Fujian. This old Mr. Zhuo must be the master of "One-word Huijianmen". "Wang Yuyan's voice was soft and soft, Suddenly showed a puzzled expression, "It's just that I can't see the sword light he activated later."
"Even Miss Wang can't see his martial arts skills, this man is quite mysterious." Bao BuTong, a retainer of the Murong family, was crushed to death.
It turned out that Zhuo Bufan was originally a master of the Yizihui sword sect, but later the sect encountered a catastrophe, so he had to flee to a remote and extremely cold place in Changbai Mountain to study sword skills hard for revenge, and in the end, he accidentally got a piece left by the senior master. After 30 years of diligent practice, he has finally achieved great sword skills, and he is confident that he is already invincible in the world.
It's just that Zhuo Bufan thought that the enemy was not only powerful in martial arts, but also powerful. He was a bit weak in revenge alone. He happened to hear that the Golden Snake Camp invited heroes from all over the world to choose a new leader, so he decided to take revenge with the help of the Golden Snake Camp. idea.
"Cousin, most of the martial arts cheats I have read in my life are about moves. I don't know much about this kind of invisible sword energy. Why don't we ask Mr. Duan, his six-veined sword is also invisible sword energy, presumably There is a way to deal with it." Wang Yuyan glanced at Duan Yu who was not far away, but found that Duan Yu was staring at her affectionately, she couldn't help being startled, and didn't say anything further.
Murong Fu also noticed all this, and couldn't help snorting heavily: "I'm going to ask him for advice? What a joke!"
Wang Yuyan lowered her head in grievance, thinking silently in her heart: "I'm so stupid, my cousin will definitely be angry with me... and Mr. Duan too, why do you look at him with such eyes."
"This Zhuo Bufan is capable of calling himself a sword god." Zhuo Bufan's sword glow not only made Murong Fu click his tongue, but even Song Qingshu was taken aback, and subconsciously commented.
"It's not just that they have some ability. In this world, people who can materialize sword light can be counted with one hand." Zhou Zhiruo's expression was complicated. How high-spirited he was when he won the first place in the world at the Lion Slaying Conference. After watching a lot, I realized that many martial arts masters in the Jianghu just don't bother fighting with a girl like themselves. This Zhuo Bufan had never heard of it before, but as soon as he made a move, he stunned the audience. It seemed that his skills were still higher than his own.
If she hadn't seen Ah Qing make a move with her own eyes, Zhou Zhiruo would have persuaded Ah Qing to give up like everyone else.
"Is this Ah Qing really as powerful as you?" Auntie Zhu fell in love with this innocent girl at first sight, and naturally she didn't want to see her get hurt. With Zhuo Bufan's sword aura, Auntie Zhu thought to herself that she couldn't do it. He realized that if he and Ah Qing were in a different place, he could only avoid his edge, rely on lightness kung fu and body skills to fight with the opponent, and wait for the opportunity to find flaws.
"You will know after reading it." Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally.
Hearing the discussions in the audience, Zhuo Bufan had a slight look of complacency on his face, while continuing to use his skills to maintain his sword glow, he said to Ah Qing: "Girl, you know you are afraid."
"What do you have to be afraid of? It's very simple. I will too." Ah Qing frowned slightly, apparently unable to understand why the other party waved his hand so casually. Everyone thought he would win.
"It's really shameless!" Zhuo Bufan twitched his face, and couldn't help sneering, "Since you are simple, then you can show your hand and see if you can move a foot... oh no, as long as you can move Jianmang, the old man automatically admits defeat."
"Oh, that's fine." Ah Qing took off the green bamboo stick from her waist, and lightly waved it to the side. A two-foot-long green light danced out, and a huge crack appeared on the floor of the arena.
Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth wide open, and he couldn't get it together. One must know that in the entire martial arts world, there are only a handful of people who can materialize sword energy. He has been talented and practiced swords all his life, and he was able to dance a three-foot sword light in his later years. , is already the best among them, and the greater credit should be attributed to the unnamed sword manual. This girl is so old, even if she starts learning swords from the womb, it is impossible to practice sword light, let alone Zhang Erlong. Sword light!
The audience was silent for a moment, and everyone who was worried about Ah Qing just now sympathized with Zhuo Bufan from the bottom of their hearts.