"Oh?" Meng Fuyao didn't seem to realize that murderous look, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Who is your Senior Brother Yan? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Everyone was in an uproar again, thinking that this kid was either ignorant or just pretending to be stupid. Shangyuan Shuangbi has recently gained fame. He was born with a noble family, a talented man and a beautiful woman. He is an unparalleled couple in the martial arts. One of the new heads of Xuanyuanzong, how could anyone not have heard of it
Meng Fuyao was only smiling, a warm and innocent smile, the young man thought she was timid, so he couldn't help being a little proud, and sneered, "That's because you are an unknown person who is ignorant and ignorant, we have two jades in the abyss, who in the world has never heard of it? You humiliated my Senior Brother Yan and Senior Sister Pei today, just to make things difficult for me, Xuan Yuanzong, and a large number of us adults don’t care about you, just kneel down and kowtow.”
"saliva!"
A brittle bone spit out, splashed on the boy's face, and rubbed his greasy face.
Meng Fuyao gave the proud young man the simplest answer.
Then she turned her head and smiled at Yalanzhu and Yunhen, "Let's go, I'm in a good mood and I don't want to fight."
Yunhen has been silent ever since he heard Yan Jingchen's name, his eyes flashed darkly, and he got up silently.
"stop!"
The young man never thought that someone would dare to be so presumptuous to Xuan Yuanzong, his brittle face was stunned for a moment before he realized, under the eyes of everyone, he was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he flashed his long sword without saying a word, hiding the sound of wind and thunder, To Meng Fuyao's back heart.
His sword was extremely fierce, and there was a slight thunderous sound when he danced. With a flick of his wrist, several sword flowers appeared, dazzling and shining, and there was a burst of applause in the restaurant.
Someone shouted, "Lei Dong Jue! It really is the world's first-class martial arts mentality!"
Some kind-hearted drinkers exclaimed, "Be careful, run away!"
Amidst the din, the sharp sword light reached Meng Fuyao's back in an instant, and the wind was so strong that it was bound to stab Meng Fuyao to the heart.
Meng Fuyao walked straight forward as if she didn't see or hear anything.
Some sighs were about to escape their throats.
However, their sighs stopped suddenly after only half a sigh, and then their eyes slowly widened.
ahead.
The wind suddenly stopped.
The sword light withered like a falling flower in an instant.
The long sword made of refined steel was firmly held in Meng Fuyao's palm at some point, she held the sword like holding a piece of soft clay, as if nothing had happened and was careless.
The draft picked up her long hair, she moved slightly closer to the tip of the sword, looked at it carefully as if nearsighted, and then wiped it lightly.
The long sword made of fine steel was suddenly thinned and lengthened by her, and it was pinched into a thin steel wire. Then Meng Fuyao wound it three times and twice, forming an animal shape. He squinted and nodded in satisfaction.
All the people in the restaurant gasped, some were sharp-eyed, vaguely recalling the moment when Jian Guang was just a hair away from Meng Fuyao's back heart, when she suddenly raised her hand, a phantom that couldn't be caught by her eyes flashed on the black sleeve In an instant, he caught the young man's sword tip.
What kind of eyesight and internal strength is needed to grab the fast sword with the heart method of Lei Dong Jue by raising your hand
In the rivers and lakes, when did such a young super master appear
The several Shangyuan warriors who were still very flamboyant just now were all dumbfounded at this moment, and looked at each other with some panic. They thought that with Xuan Yuanzong's vigorous and vigorous style these days, the new master's unparalleled Thunder Movement Art, the Zhenwu Conference The leader is ready to grab his hand, but today in the restaurant, an inconspicuous young man raised his hand to embarrass Xuan Yuanzong's most popular disciple recently.
The rest of the drinkers were all excited. It seems that this year's Zhenwu Conference is not as suspense-free as imagined.
The young man with the long sword turned into a flower by Meng Fuyao froze on the spot, staring at Meng Fuyao in disbelief as he was slowly weaving with steel wire. Meng Fuyao weighed the pair of dogs he had woven in his palms and threw them into his arms. , said lightly, "Xuanyuan faction will always only hurt people behind the back, please play a decent one next time, and this pair of dogs will help me bring you the master, it will be counted as my gift to their husband and wife." Congratulations."
She clapped her hands, turned around and left, a shy and angry roar suddenly came from behind, and then there was a flash of "cha", a black needle like ox hair shot out from the bottom of the boy's sleeve, hitting the three of them straight.
Meng Fuyao ignored her, Ya Lanzhu snorted, and was about to make a move when Meng Fuyao pulled her. Yunhen's sleeve, who was walking at the end, was flung out like a steel plate, and the fine needle landed silently. Knowing that there was a strong poison, Yun Hen looked back coldly, without saying a word, his cold eyes stared at the young man who was sneaking up again from behind, his eyes were filled with sparks, and the cold light was frightening, making the young man shiver with excitement, Can't help but take a step back.
As soon as he retreated, he suddenly found that Meng Fuyao, who was still at the front door, was standing silently behind him.
His shock was no small matter, and he jumped away, but it was already a step too late, Meng Fuyao said coldly behind him, "Those who don't accept the lesson will have to teach you a more serious lesson."
She raised her hand and flicked her fingers out. Her movement seemed unpleasant. The boy stared at her hand, but found that the gesture was all-inclusive. No matter which direction he fled, he couldn't escape her next move. He stared in horror. His eyes widened, and a coldness penetrated into his heart in an instant.
"Crack."
There was a slight crack, and blood splashed, accompanied by a miserable howl of "Ah!"
As soon as Meng Fuyao made a move, he pierced through the young man's pipa bone.
Withdrawing his hand, Meng Fuyao coldly looked down at the young man who was rolling on the ground covering his shoulders, and said, "You offended me, so you shouldn't be punished like this, but you are not only arrogant, but also cruel and indiscriminately killing innocent people. A person like you knows martial arts, sooner or later If more people suffer, then I will work hard and solve you."
The ground was full of blood, like a freehand painting of blood. Standing on top of the blood, Meng Fuyao spoke calmly and slightly threatening. The people in the restaurant held their breaths and were so quiet that they could even hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground. See, they were only watching Meng Fuyao seriously at this moment, only then did they realize that once this unremarkable young man uses force, his body is full of iron blood and murderous aura, fierce and aggressive, and he can tell at a glance that he is an elite who has rushed to kill from the mountain of corpses, the sea of blood, and the pile of bones .
Several boastful Shangyuan warriors had slipped away quietly, and the rest of the young boy's companions timidly came over to help him up. The young man was also stubborn, tossing and turning on the ground in pain, but he never moaned, sweating profusely, his face burnt yellow Staring at Meng Fuyao, he gritted his teeth and hissed, "...Xuanyuan... the dignity of the sect cannot tolerate... insults, leave your...name, and the head of this sect Yan... will definitely...repay you!"
Leave your name here.
Meng Fuyao raised her head slightly, looking at the bright sun outside the restaurant, the bright sun spread out like water in front of her eyes, showing the warmth of the young boy bowing his head and smiling in the heavy rain that year; Sleeves; Appeared in Lin Xuanyuan's sneak attack regardless of identity in the martial arts field; Appeared in the back cave Pei Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed her to the cliff.
Those have passed, but they also represent the beginning years of concealing one's origin.
In those years, she, Meng Fuyao, was a pawn that anyone could despise, a waste that was despised by happy men, and a target of bullying by the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
Time flies, fate changes, the ugly girl who used to be a wretched and useless girl, now it's time for Xuan Yuan and the whole world to hear her name clearly.
Meng Fuyao laughed brightly and intensely.
She looked down at the young man, and said, "Tell Yan Jingchen, I, Meng Fuyao, accept your challenge and am determined to trample on the dignity of your Xuanyuan sect. He'd better pack up and leave Tiansha quickly, otherwise, I will make the history of martial arts , no more Xuanyuan."
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When Meng Fuyao returned to the house from the inn, he suddenly found that Tie Cheng had rushed back with his guards, and there was a person drinking tea in a leisurely manner sitting in the main hall.
This person is dressed in white like snow, and has a clean temperament. He drinks his own tea from his own teacup. Not to mention people within three feet, he dare not even approach a fly.
Zong Yue.
When Meng Fuyao saw him, he instinctively wanted to take a detour, and as soon as he turned half of his body, he heard the man with a poisonous tongue say flatly, "I haven't seen you for a while, General Meng's ability to provoke people is getting better and better, and there will be no shortage of people around him at any time."
Yun Hen raised his eyebrows, anger flashed in his eyes, Meng Fuyao tugged at his sleeves, and said in a low voice, "This man is just so virtuous, don't pay attention to him, he's a doctor anyway, so he's useful." He turned around and said with a smile, "Yes Ah, no, don’t you think you’ve come to make up the numbers too?”
Zong Yue sipped tea slowly, and said, "I am a doctor anyway, so I need it."
Meng Fuyao sneered, turned around in front of him, grinned resolutely and showed his teeth, Zong Yue pretended not to notice, sat quietly drinking tea, and then suddenly realized after a long while, "Huh, you put on new makeup? You're really fairy The bones of the wind are extraordinary and refined, and they stand out from the rest of the world."
Meng Fuyao touched half of the broken tooth, and sighed, "This is how personality is shaped..."
Finally, Dr. Zong finished his poisonous tongue. He dragged Meng Fuyao into the inner room to look at her broken teeth, and ordered people to prepare materials. Filling teeth was considered a skill in ancient times, but Zong Yue, who was naturally dexterous, couldn't be troubled. Tin, silver foil, and mercury synthesized "amalgam", which is today's dentures. Fearing that the silver teeth would affect the appearance, he specially crafted a tiny jade sleeve. I really don't know how he did it.
Then Dr. Zong took her into the room to pull out her teeth. Half of the teeth were not easy to fit, so she simply pulled out the whole tooth. As a result, Ya Lanzhu, Yunhen and Master Yuanbao heard the noises in the room like killing pigs, and howled, "Oh— It hurts - oops -"
Ya Lanzhu asked Yunhen with dull eyes, "This person never frowned when he was injured like that, why is it called like this now that he has a tooth pulled?"
Yun Hen also couldn't figure out Meng Fuyao's behavior pattern, so he cast doubtful eyes on Master Yuan Bao who had been with Meng Fuyao the longest.
Mr. Yuan Bao was gnawing on the fruit, and he didn't even bother to answer such a mentally retarded question—when he was desperately crying, no one paid attention to it, and called it dry? Now that someone is reasonable, it is natural to call it painful.
Sure enough, at night, Meng Fuyao asked to go to the Manchu banquet to mend her body to soothe her injured gums, but Zong Yue replied coldly, "The teeth are not solidified yet, so you can only drink gruel."
Meng Fuyao, who was drinking the porridge, groaned and lamented endlessly, but Zong Yue ignored her, counting the medicines in the medicine bag by himself, and suddenly sighed slightly.
Meng Fuyao was curious and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zong Yue replied lightly, "The antidote is still missing."
"Really?" Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, but finally heard him answer, "I've inquired about it, this last taste is only available in the Vault of Eternal Green Temple, I can't get in."
Meng Fuyao's eyes were dull, he drank the porridge up his nose, and sighed for a while.
It seems that I had a relationship with the Evergreen Temple in my previous life. There are countless ties, one way or another, and I have to concentrate there in the end.
She remembered the bead that Yue Po gave her, and took it out to show Zong Yue, Zong Yue's face immediately changed, and after hearing Meng Fuyao's ins and outs, she sighed after a while, "Good people don't live long, and disasters are so lucky, it seems that's the truth .”
Meng Fuyao pretended not to hear the previous sentence, and was surprised, "Good thing?"
Zong Yue took the bead, carefully broke it in half, soaked it with snow lotus and wine, put it in a cool place, and said, "Take it in the middle of the night, luck will last for three weeks, and from now on, the breath will be adjusted in the middle of the night when the moon is at its brightest. Guarantee you to a higher level, and benefit from it forever."
Meng Fuyao looked at the remaining half stingily, and said, "What about the other half?"
"You can't use so much now, keep the other half," Zong Yue replied, "Use it when you go to the second floor, and the effect will be doubled."
Meng Fuyao thought for a while, then took out the box that Yunhun gave him from his bosom, and said, "Doctor Mongolia, you have treated me for so many illnesses, and I haven't even paid you the consultation fee, so give this box to you."
"So you still remember to owe me the consultation fee." Zong Yue stabbed her habitually, took the box and looked at it, but didn't see anything for a while, and said, "This thing may be dissolved by medicine, so I'll put it away first. If it’s not easy, I’ll pay you back.”
Meng Fu waved his hands, yawning and going to sleep, Zong Yue sat upright, the shadow of the willow trees outside the house hit his face, a strange smile flickered, and suddenly said, "When I came back, I passed the border of Xuanji, just met Luan Jia who came to the Xuanji Kingdom to welcome Princess Folian back to the country."
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, he squinted his eyes and said, "What does it have to do with me?"
Zong Yue's eyes flashed, he smiled, and said, "You have seen her, otherwise you would have directly asked who Princess Folian is."
Meng Fuyao, who had slipped the tongue, immediately yawned loudly and said, "It's just a chance encounter. This princess has a unique personality, and her outlook on life, the world, and morals are very different from ordinary people. I dare not be interested in her."
"I'm afraid it's useless if you're not interested." Zong Yue said leisurely, "It is said that Princess Folian was suddenly guided by a god and Buddha on the way back to China, saying that the saint who is about to emerge from the Buddha was born as Hanlian in the Wuzhou Continent. The famous saints and princesses are pious, and they must see the birth of the saints with their own eyes and pay homage to them."
Meng Fuyao let out an "uh" and said, "Poor Buddha, when will she get rid of the tragic fate of being used as a universal shield by her?"
Zong Yue looked at her meaningfully, and said for a while, "Since you are not interested in this news, I'm leaving."
He went out shyly, leaving Meng Fuyao biting the corner of the quilt and meditating on the bed. After a while, she whispered to Master Yuan Bao who was on the small bed next to her, "Hey, rat, in the dense forest of Changhan, what did you want to say to me back then?" What?"
Master Yuan Bao lay down calmly, shaking Erlang's legs with his legs crossed, ignoring Meng Fuyao.
Why did you refuse to listen to my explanation and cost me four hairs! Now that you want to hear it, I won’t tell you.
It's coming anyway, let's make trouble in person, ah ha ha ha ha.
The mouse fell asleep very relieved, leaving someone behind, squatting on the bed, his eyes burning in the dark, like two bright searchlights.
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The next day, Meng Fuyao went to the Tiansha Martial Arts Division to register. All warriors from various countries participating in the Tiansha True Martial Arts Conference had to register their names in the Martial Arts Division. Meng Fuyao wrote down his name on the roster, and the official in charge of recording stared at the name for a long time. For a long time, Meng Fuyao worried that his identity had been exposed, but he heard the official say, "Meng Fuyao? Meng Fuyao, the loyal general of Wuji Kingdom?"
As soon as he said this, all the officials in the room rushed over, looked at Meng Fuyao in amazement, and asked eagerly, "Are you that Legendary General Meng Fuyao?"
"Are you the Meng Fuyao who broke into the army camp alone and killed seven generals?"
"I heard that you tried your best to protect Yaocheng, but you were almost forced to commit suicide at the gate of the city?"
"I heard that King De's army was defeated in Wuji Kingdom's rebellion. Is it because you lurked in the camp and cooperated with the outside?"
"I heard that you killed King De?"
"I heard that De Wang shouted before he died: Hate and Meng Fuyao were born at the same time! Is it true?"
"I heard that Prince Wuji is very fond of you. He once hosted a banquet for you in Shangyang Palace?"
…
The more it was spread, the more miraculous it became, and the more it was heard, the more outrageous it became. Meng Fuyao listened dumbfounded, and murmured, "Damn, who is so awesome? Isn't it me?"
She has always been used to being a small person, and she really can't stand the feeling of becoming famous overnight. The curious and probing eyes of everyone, as well as the envious and jealous eyes of other applicants behind her, made her feel like a light on her back, so she simply pulled away and walked out. After walking a few steps, the curtain of the inner room behind him was lifted, and a person said coldly, "It's just a pariah who clings to the royal family to make a fortune. You people, as officials of my Heavenly Demon, actually grow others' aspirations and destroy your own prestige!"
Meng Fuyao heard that voice was familiar, turned around to look, his eyes immediately shrunk like the tip of a needle.
Gu Lingfeng, the leader of "Heavenly Fiend's Gold".
That night of heavy rain on Changhan Mountain immediately came before him. Meng Fuyao seemed to hear the deafening sound of rain again, and smell the faint iron smell from the arrows. The siege and persecution of "Zhan Beiye" forced Zhan Beiye and her to rush into the dense forest of Changhan to accept the test of narrow escape, which directly triggered a series of subsequent events.
Is this cool guy who jumped out of the trap by stepping on the body of his subordinates alive
It seems that he will also participate in the Zhenwu Conference
Meng Fuyao laughed, very happily. While smiling happily, he bent over to Gu Lingfeng and said, "Commander Gu? It's a pleasure to meet you. I've seen you for a long time."
Gu Lingfeng stared blankly, "You know me too?"
I know you are going to die... Meng Fuyao smiled, and replied, "Naturally, Commander Gu is resolute and decisive, he will do what he wants, and he has been famous for a long time."
"General Meng still knows how to advance and retreat," Gu Lingfeng squinted at her, "During the Zhenwu Conference, I will save your life."
"Thank you, thank you very much." Meng Fuyao bent down again... I really deserve to be thankful, I didn't intend to save your life, you still think about my life, you are too virtuous.
She walked out while bending down, probably bending too often and flattering her posture, she didn't notice that she bumped into a person, the person stepped aside, raised her hand weakly, and said, "Brother, be careful."
Gentle voice, decent manners.
Meng Fuyao froze, then smiled and said in a low voice, "Brother, be careful too."
From the corner of his eyes, he could see a corner of the red robe, embroidered with flying golden luan, gorgeous and noble, the color is already eye-catching, and there is also a golden belt with silk tassels hanging down, it is not the most ostentatious, only more ostentatious.
Meng Fuyao glanced quickly, stopped in front of a crimson veil, and then quickly slipped his eyes away in satisfaction.
There are some people beside me saying hello, a little hospitable and a little hostile, "Master Yan and his wife are here too? This year's Zhenwu Conference can be described as a great show."
Someone said resentfully, "Yeah, Sect Master Yan has been very prestigious in recent years, sweeping away the eighteen sects of Shangyuan, and his prestige is second to none for a while. Are you going to compete for the leader of the real martial arts now?"
Someone said, "The ancient commander of Tiansha, General Wuji Guo, son Xuanyuanyun, Princess Fufengya, Taiyuan Wuhenjian, little prince Xuanjihua... Now with the addition of the rising stars Shangyuan Shuangbi, this year's battle for the leader of the real martial arts, there is a winner." Let's watch the show."
The man was only smiling, and humbly cupped his hands around, "Don't dare, dare not..."
Yunhen beside him snorted coldly, Meng Fuyao pulled him, and walked out quickly, the person who was socializing around suddenly turned around, and a probing gaze fell on her.
Meng Fuyao had already strode out the door, leaving that "virtuous couple" far behind.
When eating at night, Meng Fuyao asked Zong Yue thoughtfully with a chopstick in his mouth, "What should I do? I didn't know that my fame had spread to Tiansha, so now I want to play tricks on Tiansha." The difficulty is wow, Zhan Nancheng will not let generals from other countries join the court."
Zong Yue concentrates on eating - he only eats the food in front of him, and he refuses to stick in other people's chopsticks, let alone talk to him while eating, but Meng Fuyao has always been shameless, and she never cares about Zong Yue's face when she wants to say something The rice was in danger of being splashed by her saliva, so she hurriedly moved the rice bowl and replied, "That's easy, just break with Wuji."
Meng Fuyao said with dull eyes, "What kind of split?"
"Leave this matter to Changsun Wuji to worry about. He has a thousand ways to convince Zhan Nancheng that you are a greedy villain with strong limbs and a simple mind who dislikes the poor treatment in Wuji Kingdom and wants to go to Heaven." It is rare for Zong Yue to say a long sentence. Don't tie the knot, "but the premise is that you must take the first place. Only if you take the first place, will Tiansha, who is very short of talents, win over you."
"Oh," Meng Fuyao found a pen and paper with a chicken leg in his mouth and wrote a letter, "His Royal Highness, please find a way to make Zhan Nancheng become a greedy man with strong limbs and a simple mind who dislikes the poor treatment in Wuji Kingdom and wants to defect to Tiansha. The villain impression of…”
If he dies reading it, that's fine.
"I think this year is the most difficult." It was Yunhen who spoke, he only ate green vegetables, and he had to slowly pick out the ginger and garlic inside, "Fuyao, have you noticed that something is wrong with Yan Jingchen and his wife."
Meng Fuyao was silent, of course she noticed it, and with just one glance, she realized that not only did Yan Jingchen's martial arts advance rapidly, but even his inner strength seemed to have changed, and that change didn't seem to be entirely due to the Lei Dong Jue, but rather that he practiced it separately. She practiced some kind of evil martial arts, and now she has a faint green aura, and although Pei Yuan couldn't see her face, she remembered that Pei Yuan was abolished by Zhan Beiye, but seeing her steps today, she clearly recovered, What exactly is going on
Also, when the Taiyuan Palace changed, Yan Jingchen refused to save Pei Yuan because of her, Pei Yuan was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot, how could he still marry him after going through this? Do you really love him so much that you don't care about anything
Or is he so cheap that he thinks that all men in the world are not men except him
Meng Fuyao thought about it for a long while, and felt that Yan Jingchen and his wife were weird races, and they were not something normal people like her could figure out, so he gave up and asked Yunhen with a smile, "Wuhenjian is you, right? Is that a good name?" , more than that, Zhan Beiye said you have another adventure, what kind of adventure?"
"After the split of Taiyuan, I led troops to fight against Shangyuan," Yunhen said succinctly, "After chasing the soldiers for too long, I strayed into the deep mountains alone with my subordinates, and met an old Taoist priest with sores on the soles of his feet. I carried him out." Valley, when we were parting, he patted me on the back and said, "Good-natured, good-natured, the old Taoist gave you a thank you gift." I learned a set of swordsmanship and inner strength method, the swordsmanship only has three moves, but it can be infinitely varied, and I haven't fully understood it yet."
Meng Fuyao spat out the chicken leg she was gnawing with a "poof", causing Lord Yuan Bao to glare at him, but Zong Yue had already moved aside with his rice bowl in his arms, and told the housekeeper, "Please prepare another meal for me in the room later. I can't eat properly."
Meng Fuyao didn't have time to talk to him, he grabbed Yun Hen's sleeve and asked, "Is he a sloppy old Taoist priest? He looks obscene at first glance? Sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet? Lice crawling all over his body?"
Yunhen thought for a while, and said, "I didn't pay attention to the lice." The general idea was to admit that the Taoist priest was really wretched.
Meng Fuyao let out a long breath, threw the chicken leg away, stared blankly at the roof, and murmured, "Here comes to harm people again..."
Yun Hen turned to look at her, "You know her?"
"I know it, I know it very well," Meng Fuyao answered through gritted teeth, then patted Yun Hen, and said, "It doesn't matter if your luck is good or bad, in short, if you see this old guy again in the future, you must avoid it. He pretends to be a cripple or a lunatic and hooks up with people on the side of the road. Those who are pleasing to the eye may have good things, but those who are not pleasing to the eye must be unlucky. You can’t return to good luck, so stay away from him.”
Yun Hen looked at her, starlight flashed in his dark pupils, and said, "I think he is my benefactor, otherwise how would I catch up with your...entry?"
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat when he was halfway through that sentence, and immediately felt relieved after he finished speaking, happily patting him on the shoulder vigorously, "Hey, it's okay, our family can't fight."
Yun Hen looked at her, with something darker and darker in his eyes, and said for a while, "Miss Meng, the Yan couple is very strange, don't take it lightly."
"Yeah," Meng Fuyao squatted on the chair, smoothing his sleeves, "Come and kill one, come two and kill a pair!"
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The Zhenwu Conference was held as scheduled, and it was divided into four rounds. In the first round, forty people were selected to participate in the second round, and 20 people were selected to participate in the third round. In the final round, the opponents were drawn by lottery until the ranking was determined.
Due to the large number of people, the first round was held at the Yanwu Stage of Qingyuan Temple in West Shangshan, Pandu City, the second and third rounds were held at Tianjie Square, and the last round was held at the Zhengyi Hall of Tiansha Palace.
Meng Fuyao used one-third of her strength to successfully pass the first and second rounds. Similarly, the most elite fighters sent by various countries were naturally among them. Yan Jingchen and his wife were not in the same group as her, so they couldn't fight Yes, but Meng Fuyao went to see it on purpose. Sure enough, the two martial arts have greatly improved, and their internal strength is strange. When the swordsmanship is displayed, not only the sound of thunder, but also a faint smoke, but I don't know what kind of martial arts it is. .
In these two rounds of competitions, Meng Fuyao's reputation has risen. Originally, the warriors all over the world would focus on Gu Lingfeng, Guo Pingrong, Xuanyuan Yun, Ya Lanzhu, Yunhen, and Yan Jingchen to win the championship, but now they are more focused on Meng. Fuyao glanced at it, it was just that Meng Fuyao deliberately hid his clumsiness, and his results in the second round of competition were mediocre, that is, 17 or 18. Everyone only thought that the young general of Wuji Kingdom was very good. Most of the few who are eye-catching have not put her on a par with those others, let alone associate her with the word "true martial arts champion contender".
The second round was the third round of competition three days later. When Meng Fuyao left the competition arena, he heard several noble ladies from Tiansha who were watching the competition whisper excitedly, saying, "You must watch the last round..."
"Yeah, it's just in the main hall of the palace, how did you get the invitation?"
"Think of a way, the opportunity is once in a thousand years, besides this, what else can I see him for?"
"I heard that I didn't have time to come here at first, but I somehow accepted the invitation and agreed. The Zhenwu Conference of Wuzhou Continent has always invited the royal families of various countries to be arbitrators. In the past, the Lord of Taiyuan and the head of the Fufeng Patriarch have served as arbitrators, but he has never Haven't been there…”
"Oh, no, no, no, I have to go back and find a way. My aunt knows the eldest princess, so I have to torture her to intercede with me..."
"Wait for me, I'll go too..."
A group of people left in a hurry, Meng Fuyao turned his nose to the sky, shook his head and smiled, it is true that there are people chasing stars in all ages, but they don't know who is the tough character, which attracted the hearts of these cardamom girls.
She was not in the same group as Yunhen Yalanzhu in this round of martial arts competition, and she wanted to find them to go back together, when she suddenly heard someone calling from behind, "Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao stopped and took a deep breath.
This person, once you hate him, why does he even find his voice so unpleasant
She was full of energy, took precautions, turned around, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Master Yan, your junior brother has finally passed on my words to you?"
Standing in front of a poplar tree behind him, Yan Jingchen was still gentle and friendly, handsome and upright, but his face was a little gray and thinner, and there was a bit of elegance, but this elegance, and the bones of Yunhen Compared with his handsome and cool demeanor, he is a little less natural, but he is still an outstanding man. The figure standing under the tree has a bit of red sleeves leaning on a leaning horse leaning bridge, which attracts passing women to look at him frequently.
He looked at Meng Fuyao with deep eyes, concealing some uncontrollable pain—the woman in front of him, although she was dressed as a teenager, was tall and straight, confident, her brows were proud but not arrogant, and her expression was extraordinary. She was just a piece of rough jade who concealed her true face, but now she is full of brilliance, shining brightly, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers.
He inhaled, feeling a dull pain in his inner organs, this is Fuyao, this was his Fuyao, but he missed it after all, that miss was like a sharp knife hurting him every day, he regretted it again and again in the blood dripping , Why did you dislike her in the first place? Why did you tell her clearly that you want to marry Pei Yuan? If you hide it from her first, maybe there will be a turning point... He regretted that as soon as he said that at the beginning. He still doesn't understand Fuyao enough, her strength and flexibility, and her indelible heart. Proud, so, in a word, wrong all my life.
Still... maybe there's still a chance... If words can no longer undo the miss, then he's not afraid to try something else...
His fingers curled up slightly, with sweat dripping from his palms, he smiled gently and said, "Fuyao, my junior brother offended you by being young and ignorant, and I have already punished him. Don't talk about the so-called challenge anymore, no matter what." How come I won't do anything to you..."
"But I will fight against you," Meng Fuyao said indifferently, "Since you have made such a concession and are willing to keep your disciples under control, well, I can't kill Xuan Yuanzong again, but you, see you in the ring."
She turned to leave, Yan Jingchen said bitterly behind her, "Fuyao, do you really hate me so much that you don't even want to talk to me face to face?"
"No, I don't hate you," Meng Fuyao turned around and shook his finger, Yan Jingchen's eyes lit up, and Meng Fuyao had already picked up, "I'm sick of you, I feel sick talking to you."
She ignored Yan Jingchen and strode out, and Yan Jingchen suddenly said behind her, "Fuyao, please give me another chance, and...give yourself a chance."
Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, he shook his head resolutely, "Sect Leader Yan, those who are greedy for profit don't deserve any chance."
There was a silence behind him, with high and low breathing sounds, Yan Jingchen seemed to be adjusting his breath, Meng Fuyao sneered and continued walking, do you want to make a move? Very good, then let Pei Yuan be a widow today.
She walked forward quickly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Wasn't this near the martial arts field just now, and there were people coming and going all the time? Why suddenly there were no people there, but the surrounding scenery changed, the smoke was blurred, and the mountains seemed to be hazy, light blue, hazy, covered by layers of veils.
This kind of veil is heavy, coiled like a spring silkworm, slowly enveloping people's breath, limbs, consciousness, and blood. Meng Fuyao heard his heartbeat getting slower and slower, and the blood in his veins was slowing down like an old cow's train. Flowing, but the hands and feet are sore and weak, unable to lift.
Her heart sank, and she quickly tested her internal organs, only to find that she was not poisoned at all. The smoke, rather than poisonous mist, was more like a kind of martial arts, silently controlling the body and even nature like a ghost. This kind of martial arts is not Yan Yan at all. Shocking dust can exist!
She has always been extra wary of Yan Jingchen, even if her back is turned to him, all her energy is detecting his actions, it is impossible for him to do anything under her gaze.
In the end what happened
In the smoky light, someone suddenly laughed, the voice was hoarse and ugly, like too long nails scraping a hard slate, grinding one's teeth sour.
Immediately, Meng Fuyao fell down.
He fell into the arms of Yan Jingchen who approached silently.
The sound of the wind swayed, the smoke was blurred, the hoarse voice in the smoke laughed and said, "Baby disciple, I got you someone, how can you thank me?"
Yan Jingchen hugged Meng Fuyao, bent over into the smoke, and said in a low voice, "As you wish."
He lowered his head and stared at Meng Fuyao, seeing her bushy long eyelashes drooping quietly, her expression calm and peaceful, she was so docile in his arms, no longer the indifferent and sharp fangs and claws she had always been, and holding him so close was also He longed for the first time for a long time. In the countless silent and cold nights before, he reached out to her phantom countless times, and then embraced the cold void.
He smiled, contented but in pain, he stroked Meng Fuyao's cheek with his fingers lingeringly and meticulously, his posture was gentle and his eyes were determined.
whispered:
"Fuyao, you said that some mistakes are like a wound cut by a sharp knife. You can't find anything at first, but after a long time, it will hurt and bleed... Then, it is better to let me go to the pain than to be brushed by you. Indifferent to each other."