When ah Qing came to the stage, his clothes were obviously different from Zhuo Bufan's. He had a light green shirt and a short green bamboo stick hanging on his waist. He stood there soft and weak.

There was a sigh under the stage. It was obvious that most people didn't think that this little girl could beat Zhuo Bufan. They were worried that she would hurt herself in the challenge arena. It would be a pity.

Zhuo Bufan, who was standing on the sword, glanced at ah Qing with slanting eyes. Like most people, he hummed: "sword has no eyes. What are you doing here, a little girl? It's better to give up quickly so as not to get hurt later. "

Ah Qing tilted his head, obviously stupefied for a while to understand the meaning of Zhuo Bufan's words, not from the strange way: "why should I give up? You don't have to beat me. "

Zhuo Bufan was so angry that he laughed back. His whole body trembled slightly and even said a few good words.

"Little girl, come down quickly. Zhuo Bufan is always fierce. You will be hurt."

"I don't know which father is so cruel to let such a little girl out to compete."

"Zhuo Bufan, you are shameless. Won't you be glorious if you win such a little girl?"

....

Zhuo Bufan's eyes swept to the stage like a telegram. He knew that those people were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and they were much more daring than usual when they mixed in the crowd. If someone dared to talk to him like this in other situations, it would not be finished without leaving a tongue. Now the game is important, but it is not good to attack immediately.

"You can see clearly, little girl." Zhuo Bufan knows that it's hard to be offended by public anger. It's not a glorious thing to win this charming little girl. It's better to let her retreat in advance.

So he jumped forward and turned to the stage. With a slight move, the heart of the sword on the stage flew back to his hands. Zhuo Bufan waved with his hand, and saw a green awn about three feet breathing and breathing on the tip of the sword.

"Hiss ~" the sound of breathing cold air came from under the stage.

"Sword

I don't know who is the first to shout. The audience suddenly burst open. The heroes whispered and pointed to Zhuo Bufan's sword.

"Cousin, can you see this extraordinary way of martial arts?" Murong Fu frowned. He didn't know where the master came from. After entering the second round, he was going to fight him. I'm afraid he would be a strong opponent with his swordsmanship.

"At the beginning, he played Zhougong sword, which is the unique skill of" yizihui sword gate "in Jianyang, Fujian Province. This Mr. Zhuo must be the master of" yizihui sword gate. " Wang YuYan's voice was soft and soft, and she suddenly showed a puzzled expression, "but I can't see the origin of the sword he later urged."

"Even Miss Wang can't see his martial arts skills. This man is really mysterious." Bao Butong, a member of Murong family, was beaten to death.

It turned out that Zhuo Bufan was the top master of yizihui sword sect. Later, the sect suffered a great disaster, so he had to flee to the remote and extremely cold place in Changbai Mountain to study the sword technique for revenge. As a result, he inadvertently got a sword classic left by the previous master. After 30 years of hard practice, he finally achieved great success in sword technique, and he was confident that he was invincible.

However, Zhuo Bufan thought that the enemy was not only good at martial arts, but also powerful. He was weak in revenge. He just heard that the Golden Snake camp invited heroes from all over the world to choose a new leader, so he thought of revenge with the help of the Golden Snake camp.

"Cousin, most of the martial arts secret books I read in my life are aimed at moves. I know little about this invisible sword Qi. Let's consult Mr. Duan. His six pulse divine sword is also invisible sword Qi. I think there must be a way to deal with it." Wang Yuyan takes a look at Duan Yu not far away. She finds that she stares at Fang Zheng affectionately. She can't help but be stunned. She can't say anything else.

Murong Fu also noticed all this and couldn't help humming: "shall I ask him? A joke

Wang Yuyan wrongly lowered her head and thought in her heart: "I'm so stupid. My cousin must be angry with me... And so is Duan. Why do you look at people with such eyes?"

"Zhuo Bufan can call himself the God of sword, but he has some ability." Zhuo Bufan's sword not only made Murong Fu smack his tongue, but also made a subconscious comment on Song Qingshu.

"It's not just a matter of skill. People who can materialize swords in this world can count them with their hands." Zhou Zhiruo's expression is complicated. At the beginning, she won the first place in the world at the lion slaughtering conference. Later, she learned that many martial arts experts in the world just disdain to fight with a little girl. This Zhuo Bufan had never heard of it before. As a result, he shocked the whole audience as soon as he made a move. It seems that his skill is still above himself.

If I hadn't seen ah Qing do it with my own eyes, Zhou Zhiruo would have advised ah Qing to give up just like others.

"Is ah Qing as powerful as you say?" Zhu Yi fell in love with this innocent girl at the first sight, and naturally didn't want to see her hurt. With Zhuo Bufan's sword spirit, Zhu Yi thought to himself that he couldn't do it. If he and ah Qing were to change places, he would have to avoid her edge and rely on his lightness skills to fight with each other, waiting for opportunities to find flaws.

"You'll see." Song Qingshu gave a noncommittal smile.

Listening to the comments from the audience, Zhuo Bufan's face was filled with a trace of satisfaction. While he continued to urge his skill to maintain his sword, he said to ah Qing: "little girl, you know you're afraid."

"You have nothing to be afraid of. It's very simple. I can do it, too." Ah Qing frowned slightly. Obviously, he couldn't understand why the other side waved so casually. Everyone thought he would win.

"What a boast Zhuo Bufan's face twitched. He could not help sneering. "Since you said it was simple, you can show your hand. If you can push it out a foot... Oh no, as long as you can push it out, I will give up."

"Oh, all right." Ah Qing took the bamboo stick from his waist and waved it to the side. A long green awn danced out. A huge crack appeared on the floor of the challenge arena.

Zhuo Bufan's mouth is wide open, so he can't get along. You know, there are only a few people in the whole Wulin who can realize the materialization of sword Qi. He was born smart and practiced sword all his life. In his later years, he can dance three foot sword. He is already one of the best. The greater credit should be attributed to the unknown sword manual. How old is this little girl, even if she started to learn sword from her womb, It's impossible to practice the sword, let alone Zhang Er Chang's sword!

All of a sudden silence, just now also worried about ah Qing people have heart sympathy from Zhuo Bufan, two people have not yet fight, but the victory has been divided.