Master is Pretending to Love Me

Chapter 18

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"It's me." Kan Wenxiao took a step forward and responded aloud.

Hearing this, Zhu Mingche rolled his eyes and smiled, "So it's Brother Xiao. I didn't expect to meet him in the first match. Don't worry, you're younger than me, so I won't bully you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head.

"Big words!" Bu Shan shouted.

Zhu Mingche covered his head in grievance, "I just want to show off my prestige before going on stage."

Bu Shan: "Speak less, be careful not to let the wind flash your tongue."

Zhu Mingche: "..."

Jian Xiuyun was amused by the master and apprentice, turned around and joked with Kan Wenxiao, "Come on, give yourself a good reputation and answer him a few words."

Kan Wenxiao held the saber tightly in his hand, and seemed a little nervous, but he didn't show it on his face.

He didn't look at Zhu Mingche, but quietly looked at Jian Xiuyun and said, "Master, I won't embarrass you."

Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, and patted his arm reassuringly, "Just do your best, it doesn't matter what your grades are, anyway, your brothers and sisters have never been in the top three."

Kan Wenxiao didn't respond, but just nodded, not knowing if he listened or not.

Soon, the competition began.

The first ones to play were Kan Wenxiao and Zhu Mingche.

They stepped onto the stage from both sides, saluted as usual, and then retreated to occupy one side of the ring.

"Brother Xiao, please go first." Zhu Mingche said with a smile.

Kan Wenxiao was not polite, and replied in a low voice, "I have accepted." Then he drew his sword and stabbed.

Zhu Mingche let him go for a round before drawing out his sword, with a confident face on his face.

Kan Wenxiao's swordsmanship faded away from the fierceness of the past, and was very gentle. Except for the first few attacks at the beginning, the rest was always on the defensive, and was almost forced to retreat by Zhu Mingche.

Jian Xiuyun looked at it for a while, then silently took out the folding fan at his waist and opened it, covering his face.

Although I expected that there would be a situation where I couldn't beat it, I didn't expect to be suppressed like this.

It's... weird.

While thinking wildly, suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling from the ring, and a cry of pain, and there were bursts of gasping from the audience.

Jian Xiuyun sighed, hearing the voice, it was a bit miserable.

He slowly lowered the fan a little bit, exposed his eyes, and looked towards the stage.

Then he was surprised to find that it was Zhu Mingche who fell on the ground, and Kan Wenxiao was pointing his sword condescendingly at him, the blade was less than a foot away from his neck.

Jian Xiuyun froze for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

What did he miss? Why was Zhu Mingche the one who fell on the ground? Shouldn't it be Kan Wenxiao

At this time, Kan Wenxiao seemed to have sensed something, turned around, and met his eyes.

Jian Xiuyun shook his hand, and the fan almost fell to the ground.

The head of Bu Shan was the first to applaud, and then the applause became contagious.

Kan Wenxiao seemed a little unaccustomed to such a scene, withdrew his sword, pulled Zhu Mingche up from the ground, stepped off the stage in a hurry, and walked towards Jian Xiuyun.

"Master, I won." Kan Wenxiao looked at him and said, with a trace of uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

"That's right." Jian Xiuyun came back to his senses, with a hint of joy on his face, and handed him a cup of tea, "Thank you for your hard work, keep up the good work."

"En." Kan Wenxiao took the tea and nodded emphatically.

Zhu Mingche's defeat didn't seem to have any effect on Sect Leader Bu.

When Zhu Mingche came back, he even stroked his belly in a good mood, and asked with a smile, "Are you still crazy?"

Zhu Mingche clutched his strained shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "Master!"

Bu Shan smiled and pulled him over, let him sit down, and rubbed his shoulders, "I'll let you see that people take it lightly when they're young."

Even though Zhu Mingche had a thick skin, he couldn't hold back at this time, so he simply ignored him and turned to look at Song Jing.

Unexpectedly, Song Jing was also looking in his direction, Zhu Mingche was overjoyed, and just about to put on an aggrieved expression, the man turned his head away.

Zhu Mingche instantly felt that the injury on his arm hurt even more.

Soon, the four rounds of competition ended, the winner and the eliminated were clear, and the second round began.

The winning four took to the stage again to start the scuffle.

The four of them stood still at the four corners of the arena. As soon as the sound of the beginning fell, Song Jing, who was directly opposite Kan Wenxiao, rushed towards him.

It is said that it is a melee, and it is usually a two-two first confrontation.

Seeing that Song Jing had chosen Kan Wenxiao, the two people on the side automatically started fighting.

Jian Xiuyun didn't cover his face with a fan this time, but looked at it seriously.

Song Jing's swordsmanship is very proficient, it can be seen that he has studied hard and practiced steadily, and he has achieved it steadily.

Moreover, his cultivation base is already in the late stage of Jindan, and Kan Wenxiao is obviously struggling to fight.

Song Jing seemed to be aiming at Kan Wenxiao intentionally. She tried her best at the beginning and didn't hold back at all. Although Kan Wenxiao resisted vigorously, she was gradually lost.

In the back, Kan Wenxiao began to suffer injuries one after another.

Even so, Song Jing didn't take too much advantage. Although Kan Wenxiao's cultivation was not as good as his, he was superior in his flexible movements, and his body shape and swordsmanship were always unexpected, so he was very difficult to deal with.

The game gradually stalemate.

The two on the other side had already decided the winner.

The winning side is Sandao Mountain Li's apprentice, Jiang Rui.

This round is basically a melee, it can be one-on-one, or one-on-many.

Seeing that the two hadn't decided the winner, he stood on the spot and thought for a while, then made a decision, joined in with the sword in his hand, and helped Kan Wenxiao deal with Song Jing together.

Song Jing fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

Although he was strong, he still failed to fight two against one after all. Kan Wenxiao picked up his sword and pointed it at his lifeline.

Song Jing stopped moving, quietly glanced at the sword on his neck, and said coldly: "I lost."

After speaking, he turned and walked down.

Only Kan Wenxiao and Jiang Rui were left on stage.

Jiang Rui was selfish in helping him just now, thinking that a child like Kan Wenxiao must be easier to deal with than Song Jing.

I didn't expect to find out that I had underestimated him a little bit after a fight.

He couldn't help but exert all his strength.

The blades of the two collided with each other, making a loud noise, and the spiritual power poured into the blade continuously from the body, causing the blade to vibrate violently.

Kan Wenxiao felt a hot current gushing from his throat.

But he gritted his teeth and swallowed back.

Because of too much force, blue veins appeared on the wrist, and the tiger's mouth was slightly torn.

The pain spread along the tendons to the limbs.

Jiang Rui was also uncomfortable. In order to make a quick decision, he slowly transferred the spiritual power of his whole body to the palm of his hand, and then poured it all into the sword.

"Crack." There were crackling sounds one after another.

Kan Wenxiao's sword shattered.

Kan Wenxiao was also shocked by this spiritual power and fell to the ground.

Jiang Rui took the opportunity to stab him with his sword, and it was time to end.

However, before he got close, Kan Wenxiao rolled to the right, got up suddenly, and walked around behind him.

Jiang Rui hurriedly stabbed back.

The sword suddenly sank.

Jiang Rui turned his head and found that the sword body had been held by Kan Wenxiao. Blood mixed with spiritual power poured out of his hand, and the sword body was trembling and whining.

Jiang Rui was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Kan Wenxiao grabbed his sword with both hands, and then kicked him in the chest.

Before Jiang Rui had time to get up, Jian Feng pointed at him sharply.

It was his sword, the blade was blood red, and there were still big drops of blood falling down.

The surroundings were quiet, and it seemed that even the wind had stopped temporarily.

Jiang Rui looked at the young man in front of him in surprise. The Fairy Sword Conference has been held for so many years, and has always adhered to the principle of friendship first and competition second.

This is the first time I have worked so hard.

"I lost." Jiang Rui said.

Kan Wenxiao's brows relaxed for a moment, then handed him the sword that was still bleeding, and said, "Give it up."

Jiang Rui didn't dare to take the sword for a moment.

The audience in the audience seemed to have finally come to their senses, and they began to discuss.

Kan Wenxiao didn't care about these, but looked nervously at Jian Xiuyun in the audience.

He won the leader of this round, Master will be happy, right

However, Jian Xiuyun's expression was very strange. His complexion was a little pale, and there was faint fear in his eyes. Seeing that he was looking at him, he quickly squeezed out a forced smile.

Jian Xiuyun didn't expect Kan Wenxiao to be able to live in Jiang Rui's hands for so long at the beginning, and he also had a faint expectation in his heart that maybe Kan Wenxiao could really win this round of leaders.

So look very carefully.

Then, in order to win, Kan Wenxiao was holding the blade with his bare hands, and blood was pouring down, but he didn't care, and continued to approach step by step.

His figure gradually overlapped with that of Kan Wenxiao from the previous life.

Jian Xiuyun's face turned pale instantly.

Seeing Kan Wenxiao looking at him, Jian Xiuyun hastily squeezed out a smile to cover up his gaffe.

"Elder Jian, this apprentice's future is limitless!"

"Yeah, it's incredible."

"..."

The surrounding discussions gradually increased.

Jian Xiuyun's fingers holding the fan gradually tightened.

There are three rounds in the competition, with a scoring system, and the top three are awarded three points, two points, and one point respectively.

Finally ranked by total score.

Kan Wenxiao is the leader this round, scoring three points.

After scoring the points, Yu Huai'en got up, ready to give Kan Wenxiao a small reward for the leader of this round.

As soon as he stood up, he saw a red light suddenly falling on Kan Wenxiao's mask.

Before he could react, he saw that the mask suddenly loosened for some reason and fell down.

Kan Wenxiao's face was exposed in front of everyone.