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Chapter 1041: The pride of heaven

Chapter 1041: The pride of heaven

Chapter 1041 The Proud Son of Heaven

Zi Yihou is an absolute leader among his peers, and has the same excellent talent as the Red Lotus Saintess.

The difference is that he is older, has practiced martial arts for a long time, and has rich experience in fighting the enemy.

Lingyin introduced Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Xu: "He is too powerful. Hidden Sword Villa offered him to be an elder several times. He didn't like restraint, so he refused."

Su Xiaoxiao stopped holding the walnut: "The elder's strength came to participate in the competition, are you sure he didn't come to the slaughterhouse? Hidden Sword Villa is not kind."

Lingyin sighed: "There is no way, the rules are like this, as long as it is not the heads and elders of various sects, the elders of the City Lord's Mansion will not stop it."

There is a bug in this rule!

If everyone deliberately suppresses being an elder, like Zi Yihou, wouldnt it be a mess?

Su Xiaoxiao asked: "Are there any other elders who refused the position and came to participate in the competition?"

Lingyin couldn't answer this topic. Baihua Palace hadn't participated in the competition for many years, and the information she knew was limited.

Palace Master said: "There is only Zi Yihou."

"Just let Wei Ting run into each other?"

This luck... Su Xiaoxiao doesn't know what to say.

Xing'er didn't quite understand: "But Palace Master, why is Zi Yihou the only one doing this?"

The Palace Master likes Su Xiaoxiao, loves Wu Jiwu, and loves this clever and loyal little maid very much.

She said patiently: "Generally, you can develop the strength of an elder, and you are not too young. At this time, you can participate in the competition of the juniors. If you win, you will be invincible, and if you lose, you will lose your face. And, although there are no clear rules, everyone As a convention, all the disciples participating in the Grand Competition are disciples under the age of thirty, and Zi Yihou is twenty-nine this year, counting it, this is the last competition he can participate in."

Myolie suddenly realized: "So it is."

She glanced at the uncle who was waiting to play in the crowd, "That uncle is really miserable, the only elder let him meet."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the viewing platform of the Tibetan Sword Villa diagonally opposite.

Zi Yihou is not an elder, but he is more terrifying than an elder. After all, he is still so young and already possesses such strength.

This is a proud son of heaven.

Wei Ting's start is more **** mode than hers.

Accompanied by the sound of the gong, Zi Yihou flew directly onto the ring from the viewing platform of the Hidden Sword Villa.

It's not like the Red Lotus Saintess's intentional appearance, and she landed in the center unpretentiously.

But as the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the way.

"Zi Yihou landed clean, his internal strength and lightness skills are more refined than three years ago!"

"I remember that Zi Yihou was very strong three years ago. He was rushing to win the championship. On the way, there was an unexpected change in the Tibetan Sword Villa. He rushed to the rescue. He missed the next competition and stopped in the fourth place."

"what a pity."

"I know Zi Yihou, what is the origin of this Duanmuyun?"

"You just returned to the island, right? Duanmuyun is the youngest son of the owner of Baihua Palace."

"When did Palace Master Yun have a young son?"

"It's a long story..."

This wave of people is gradually crooked again.

But most people still pay attention to the competition itself.

Zi Yihou is a master who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the disciples of the Killer League. Everyone does not believe that a little-known Duanmuyun can defeat him.

When betting, everyone decisively bet on Zi Yihou.

Wei Liulang said hehe: "Didn't you get enough slaps in the face just now? How dare you bet randomly?"

A disciple looked at him like a fool: "That's Zi Yihou! He won't lose whoever loses!"

At this time, the guard who came to call for the bet circled around with the plate: "Is there anyone else to bet?"

"have."

A young man wearing a bamboo hat spoke.

He took out five thousand taels of silver notes.

Guard: "Pursue Zi Yihou?"

The man in the bamboo hat said: "No, bet on Duanmuyun."

The guard looked him up and down: "Who are you?"

The man in the bamboo hat took off his bamboo hat and jumped onto the ring: "Duanmuyun."

Guard: "..."

Everyone: ""

"Sick! Bet on him!"

A quack swordsman cast aside.

Wei Liulang took a step forward and stared at him in an unfriendly manner: "Who is sick? Dare to say it again, believe it or not, I will beat your brains out!"

The Jianghu swordsman glanced at Wei Liulang, and then at Jing Yi and Su Mo who were beside him.

He is one person, and the other party is three.

He took a deep breath, snorted coldly and ignored people.

"okay."

Su Mo persuaded, "Take your temper away, they are right."

Jing Baobao nodded: "Yeah."

Wei Liulang: ...Which side are you two from?

The palace lord bet five thousand taels on his son to win.

Master Lu looked at the jelly beans on the table that he was thinking about.

Xing'er hugged Tangdou.

Master Lu swallowed his saliva, and charged five hundred taels of Wei Ting.

Myolie gave him the jelly beans.

"Has the mother-in-law stopped placing bets?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Grandma Nie didn't move.

Master Lu knocked on the jelly beans, and inadvertently sold Granny Nie: "Grandma bet long ago, earlier than your bet, two thousand taels for Zi Yihou!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie with an indescribable expression: "I'm a wild heir to the Jin family. Anyway, Wei Ting is a serious apprentice of Qiu. Are you so unconfident?"

Wei Ting still wore the same disguise as on the day he attended the Full Moon Ceremony of the City Lord's Mansion.

Beauty is beyond the skin. Unless he deliberately pretends to be ugly, no matter who he transforms into, he can't hide his angular beauty.

"What a handsome gentleman."

In a viewing platform to the east, a graceful beauty is lying lazily on a soft bed covered with tiger skin.

The disciple knelt on the ground, holding a plate of fresh melons and fruits.

Behind her, a handsome man gently kneaded her fragrant shoulders.

She stared straight at Wei Ting's strong waist: "If he is a disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect, how good would it be?"

Wei Ting and Zi Yihou didn't pretend to be polite, they started fighting when they came up, and the gong didn't even sound.

The guards were so frightened that they made two gongs in a row.

The first scene was too exciting, and at the end, the scene where the red lotus maiden was wrapped in layers of silk from the snowy sky made everyone shudder.

There were nine games in a row, and there was no such thrilling duel anymore, and everyone was actually a little bit unmotivated.

But Zi Yihou and Wei Ting moved like gods, swiftly and thunderously, constantly colliding and separating, punching to the flesh, all of a sudden made everyone's blood boil!

"Stop dozing off! Look!"

A disciple under the stage shook his drowsy companion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Yihou punched Wei Ting in the chest, and threw him to the ground!

Everyone gasped in unison.

Mum, uh, does this make people confused? The ribs are all broken!

But those dozens of moves just now were really exciting, so this is probably the first person who dares to confront Zi Yihou head-on?

"Duanmuyun has some ability to hold so many moves in Zi Yihou's hands, but there are only so many moves. His offensive is so fierce and he consumes a lot of energy. He has no stamina to counterattack."

"That's right, without three moves, Zi Yihou will definitely defeat him!"

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