Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

On the edge of the arena in the center of the school field, a large board was erected, which was the size of a wall. The board was divided into three areas, representing three levels. After the lottery was drawn, the results of the lottery grouping would be hung up.

First, the eight people of the first level draw lots. The eight people fly down from the platform and land on the ring. After drawing lots, they return to their respective platforms.

Then came the second level, and then the third level.

The results of the lottery were announced soon, and Jiang Yuelou's disciples hung up the wooden plaques with their names on them, and the ones who were juxtaposed together were the same group.

Fu Binglan said: "Second Senior Brother! I saw it, you are in the same group as that Yuan Aoshen!"

Rong Hui also saw his name at this time, it was really a narrow road to the enemy, he was actually in a group with Yuan Aoshen, I am afraid that Han Chunlan will be disappointed.

Tao Ye also stretched his neck to look, "Eldest senior brother is actually on the same team as Mr. Han!"

Fu Binglan said: "Tsk tsk, that's terrible. I'm afraid Mr. Han will lose again when he meets senior brother."

The last thing to hang is the third-class wooden sign, Fu Binglan vs. Ye Tianheng of Qingfengguan.

Fu Binglan said wearily: "I actually want to fight with a monk."

Tao Ye corrected: "Senior sister, those who practice Qingfeng Temple are not called monks, they are called Taoists."

"Isn't it all the same? Just a little more hair."

At this time, Fu Haoran turned around and scolded: "Bing Lan, don't be rude."

"Father, I just said it in front of my senior brother, and I didn't say it in front of that monk."

Fu Haoran was helpless, his daughter couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Rong replied: "Bing Lan, the third class will compete first, you should prepare."

"En." Fu Binglan participated in this kind of competition for the first time, her face was calm, but she was a little nervous in her heart. If both senior brothers won, she would lose, and she would lose face to Xiantai.

Her face can be lost, but that of Linxiantai cannot be lost.

She pulled out her saber and wiped it. At this time, someone was already competing in the ring.She looked a few more times, and saw that the man in sky blue was stabbed in the color pouch at the waist by the sword of the man in black, and the colorful smoke in the color pouch floated out, indicating that he had lost.

The way to judge winners and losers in the Sword Discussion Competition is to look at the color pouch at the waist. If the color pouch is not broken, no matter how severely injured you are, it is not a loss. If the color pouch is broken, you are a loser.

When it was Fu Binglan and Ye Tianheng's turn, she flipped and landed on the ring, and looked at the fairly handsome Taoist opposite him, who was wearing a gray Taoist robe and a gray scarf on his head.

Like the poor scholar who was stalked by a vixen in the storybook.

Fu Binglan said: "Monk, you have to be careful, my sword doesn't have eyes."

Ye Tianheng held his sword and cupped his hands, "Poverty is not a monk."

"Anyway, it's pretty much the same in my eyes." Fu Binglan raised the sword, "Look at the sword!"

After saying that, the two began to fight. Fu Binglan found out after a few tricks with him that it was very difficult for her to deal with him. She didn't have much experience in actual combat. She practiced swords with the fourth junior brother on weekdays. Both of them were half-baked. Lazily, it was only when he really got on the stage that he regretted it.

The two of them fought for half a stick of incense, and Fu Binglan's forehead broke out in a thin layer of sweat. She stared at the color pouch on his waist, wanting to cut through the mess quickly, but her sword pointed directly at the color pouch, and was held by Ye Tianheng. wrist.

Fu Binglan said: "Why are you touching my hand?"

Ye Tianheng realized his offence, and quickly let go, "I'm sorry, Pindao didn't mean it."

Taking advantage of his distraction, Fu Binglan continued to move forward with the sword in her hand, and opened the color pouch at his waist, colorful smoke came out, Fu Binglan took two steps back, "Hey, I won."

Only then did Ye Tianheng realize that he had nothing to be reconciled to. It was because he was distracted just now, he held his sword and said, "Poverty admit defeat."

Soon, someone announced: "Linxiantai, win a chip!"

Fu Binglan happily returned to the building, and asked Fu Haoran for credit, "Father, I won!"

Fu Haoran's face was indifferent, but he was happy in his heart. The girl finally took a sigh of relief, but he was afraid that she would be conceited, so he said calmly: "It's because the other party is distracted, otherwise you have no chance. You can win this time." It's just speculation."

Fu Binglan thought his father hadn't seen it, but unexpectedly, she touched her nose and returned to her seat in desperation.

Rong Hui took a tangerine from the low table, turned around and put it on Fu Binglan's low table behind him, "Not bad."

Fu Binglan smiled at him, "Thank you Second Senior Brother."

Tao Ye leaned over, "Senior Sister, did that Taoist treat you lightly?"

After being told by Tao Ye, Fu Binglan remembered that Ye Wuheng held her wrist just now. It was the first time she was held by someone like that. Even her two senior brothers didn't treat him like that, so she said something to him. Unexpectedly, He himself was shy and distracted.

The monk is indeed a monk, and he is not close to women.

When it was Rong Hui's turn to play, Fu Binglan also became nervous, even more nervous than herself.

Yuan Aoshen, like a mad dog, opposed Rong Hui everywhere, and even slandered Linxiantai insinuatingly at the banquet the night before, this kind of person cannot be allowed to win.

Yuan Aoshen had wanted to fight with Rong Hui for a long time, but he couldn't find an excuse. This time, he happened to be in the same group as him in the Sword Discussion Conference, just as he wanted.

When the two were fighting, calcium carbide sparked, and ordinary people could hardly see their moves. One white and one blue figure were on the ring for a while, and in the air for a while, and the clanging sound resounded in all directions.

Rong Hui was engrossed, at first the two were evenly matched, but after a while, Yuan Aoshen obviously couldn't hold on.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were sharp, he must not lose, otherwise Xu Lingzhi would look down on him even more!

He flew up, flew to a high place, Rong Hui chased him, Yuan Aoshen sprinkled a handful of fine powder from his sleeve, he quickly dodged, but the powder was blown by the wind, and some of his eyes were still stained.

For a moment, Rong Hui's eyes seemed to be bitten by countless insects, the pain made him unable to open his eyes.

He smelled the smell, the powder was sulfur powder, if it got into the eyes, it would make the eyes sore and tearful.

The two of them flew so high that people below couldn't see what was happening above.

It was only then that Rong Hui realized that he had been tricked. Yuan Aoshen had deliberately lured him to a high altitude, so that the people below could not see the real high altitude and manipulated him.

Rong Hui fell back onto the ring, his eyes turned red within a moment, Yuan Aoshen took advantage of his unpreparedness, and the sword in his hand was about to stab him.

Since Rong Hui was plotted by a crow in the misty forest last time, he specially practiced his hearing. Now he closed his eyes, and he could tell Yuan Aoshen's position just by listening to the voice.

He raised his sword to block it, and landed a foot away.

Fu Binglan was sitting on Rong Hui's seat and stretched her neck to look at the ring. Seeing that Rong Hui's eyes were closed, she asked, "What's wrong with Second Senior Brother's eyes?"

Tao Ye, who was a primary school doctor, could naturally see that there was something wrong with Rong Hui's eyes, he said, "It is estimated that Yuan Aoshen did something wrong in the sky just now."

Fu Binglan gritted her teeth, "It's unreasonable, that Yuan Aoshen is like a mad dog!"

Yue Shangting, who had been sitting still, looked at Rong Hui who was on the ring, and clenched his hands on his lap into fists.

The competition was not over yet, Rong kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, and only relied on his ears to tell what moves the opponent made, but his hearing was not perfected after all, so he could only be forced to retreat step by step.

The burning sensation in the eyes never dissipated, and the tears flowed down as soon as I opened them, which couldn't be stopped.

But if he didn't open his eyes, he couldn't judge the position of the opponent's color pouch, so it would be impossible to win.

A sly look appeared on Yuan Aoshen's face, he was not in a hurry to pierce Rong Hui's color pouch, every sword he stabbed at his vitals.