General, Madam Called You To Farm

The people watching the battle couldn't come back to their senses for a while.

what happened?

Why did it end so suddenly?

They just drew their swords! They haven't seen enough!

"Don't people stand?"

"Yeah, did you hit the wrong gong?"

"Who would dare to strike the gong without the signal of the Presbyterian Council?"

This situation is the same as that of the battle between the heirs of the Jin family and the Red Lotus Saintess, which caused many people to see that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

"Can you see who won?"

"I don't know, neither of them moved, as if they were frozen there!"

"Zi Yihou must have won!"

"That's right, Duanmuyun is not Zi Yihou's opponent at all! Zi Yihou beat him half to death without using the sword, how can he pay off with the sword?"

"That's right! No one has won the sword skills of Hidden Sword Villa!"

The man in white in the crowd said lightly, "Duanmuyun won."

The disciple of a certain sect on the side said: "What are you talking about? Will you read it?"

The man in white didn't speak, turned and walked away.

"cut."

That disciple rolled his eyes, and was about to call out Ziyi Hou Mighty, when someone shouted: "Look!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and suddenly saw sticky blood dripping from between Duanmuyun and Zi Yihou.

Da da da.

A drop is as heavy as a thousand ounces, hitting the ring and everyone's hearts.

The arena, which was full of people just now, suddenly became completely silent.

"you……"

Zi Yihou glanced at Wei Ting in disbelief, let go of the long sword in his hand, and fell down with a plop.

"Hiss—"

There were bursts of gasping sounds all around!

The fallen Zi Yihou turned out to be Zi Yihou!

Wei Ting's body was covered in blood.

It wasn't his own, but the moment Zi Yihou fell to the ground, the long sword was pulled away from his body, and a blood blade splashed out.

Wei Ting gently wiped away the blood stained on his chin with his thumb.

A simple action, but it shows endless domineering and fierceness.

He is very young, even younger than Zi Yihou.

In his eyes, there is a bigger ambition than Zi Yihou.

From the heirs of the Jin family to Duanmuyun, everyone looked away again and again, almost doubting life.

"I can understand how the descendants of the Jin family won the Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus. It was snowy silk. But how did Duanmuyun defeat Zi Yihou?"

That move was too quick and violent, and few of them, disciples who could not sit on the viewing platform and individual travelers from the rivers and lakes, could understand it.

"Eh? What about that person just now? The one who said Duanmuyun won, he must have understood!"

"gone."

All the bosses on the viewing platform can naturally understand where Duanmu Yun wins.

In terms of martial arts and internal strength, he is not in the same realm as Zi Yihou.

The reason why Shicai was able to suppress Zi Yihou all depended on his understanding of Zi Yihou's weakness. Once he lost this advantage, he would have no chance of winning.

It was beyond everyone's expectations that he could win.

But after watching that sword, they felt that Zi Yihou's loss was not wronged.

"quick."

Qi Yao said.

is very fast.

It makes people feel that he has exhausted his whole life and only practiced this sword.

Of course Wei Ting has not only practiced one sword, he knows many and complicated moves, otherwise how can it be enough on the battlefield?

But Qi Yao's judgment was not entirely wrong, because Wei Ting had indeed only practiced this sword for ten years from the age of three to thirteen.

A trace of complexity flashed across Wei Xu's eyes.

He recognized this sword...he taught it.

Wei Ting has shown an astonishing talent for memory since he was a child. At the age of three, he can already read more characters than his elder brothers, and he has memorized the Thousand Character Classic and the Three Character Classic even fluently.

It is rare for the Wei family to have someone who can study, so naturally he cultivated it carefully.

But three-year-old Xiao Wei Ting saw his brothers practicing martial arts, he was very envious, and asked, "Can I learn?"

Wei Xu thought he was just playing for fun, after all, this kid likes reading so much, how could he fall in love with wielding knives and guns?

He taught him a sword casually.

"Why only one sword?"

"One sword is enough."

He coaxed him to play, thinking that when he got over his interest, he would stop practicing.

How did he know that this stubborn little guy has been practicing secretly for ten years.

"This trick... I haven't seen it before." Su Xiaoxiao murmured.

The palace lord exclaimed: "A sword that reaches the pinnacle."

If he used it to deal with Qijue boy that night, even Qijue boy would suffer a big loss.

The elders announced that Duanmuyun had won.

Wei Ting walked down the ring calmly and without arrogance or impetuosity.

"When others win, they have to show off their lightness skills on the spot. Mr. Duanmu is really low-key."

"I declare that my impression of him has changed."

"Don't put on airs, don't show off the limelight, this is the martial arts genius that we Jianghu people should be proud of."

Amidst all the compliments, Wei Ting returned to the viewing platform of Baihua Palace with steady steps.

All eyes followed him.

With a wave of his hand, the Palace Master lowered the wooden curtains that had been rolled up on all sides.

There are two layers of curtains in the viewing platform. The wooden curtains are highly concealed, and outsiders can't see in, and they can't see out.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the wooden curtain is rolled up, and only the bead curtain is left for a symbolic isolation.

The light in the viewing platform suddenly dimmed.

Wei Ting couldn't hold on any longer, his knees gave way and he fell.

Wei Xu quickly supported his son.

Wei Ting refrained from making a sound.

Xing'er opened her eyes wide in fright, but she didn't make a sound.

Lu Aotian: "You—"

Myolie grabbed a handful of jelly beans and stuffed them into his mouth!

Su Xiaoxiao's expression froze, and she hurriedly took out the first aid kit.

Wei Xu helped his son to sit beside Su Xiaoxiao.

The palace lord said loudly: "You, what are you doing so ruthlessly? You splashed your own blood, so hurry up and change your clothes!"

Su Xiaoxiao untied Wei Ting's skirt: "Myolie, take that blue dress."

Myolie said cooperatively: "Miss! I forgot to bring the blue one!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Wei Ting's bruised waist and abdomen, and frowned: "Then let's do whatever you want! Hurry up, the next game will be played soon, don't miss it!"

Myolie: "I'll look for it!"

The ghost mother-in-law felt Wei Ting's pulse, and said in a low voice: "I was injured by Zi Yihou's sword energy, and the wear and tear is too serious. Is your sword killing the enemy or yourself?"

This sword has a price.

It is so powerful that after using it, you will immediately fall into a state of collapse.

So Wei Ting rarely used it.

"Young master, will you be okay?" Myolie asked in a low voice.

Uncle has an accident, what can Miss do?

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie eagerly: "Grandma."

Granny Nie reluctantly took out a bottle of elixir.

Lost four thousand taels.

I don't want to give, I don't want to give at all.

A quarter of an hour later, the palace lord asked Lingyin to roll up the curtain.

The strong smell of gold sore medicine dissipated.

When everyone looked at the viewing platform of Baihua Palace again, Wei Ting had already sat upright, and Su Xiaoxiao was taking golden sore medicine to smear the wound on the corner of his mouth.

"Sanggong, remember to avoid your face next time."

"You've already applied half a bottle of this little injury."

"Aren't I afraid that you will lose your appearance?"

In the next contest, there were many wonderful duels, but there was no such dark horse as the heir to the Jin family and Duan Muyun, who defeated the girl of heaven and the favored son of heaven.

Either it is absolute crushing, such as the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who defeated the disciples of the Haisha Gang.

Either it is a well-matched duel, such as Qianji Pavilion fighting Tianyutang.

Wonderful is wonderful, just a little... not exciting enough.

I really want to see Duanmuyun and the heirs of the Jin family play again!

The senior brother and sixth junior sister of Baihua Palace advanced, and the second senior sister lost to the slave killer of Qianji Pavilion.

Slave Killer: Unexpectedly, this master still has a role to play.

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