He really wanted to rush over and pulled Black Hawk to say something: "That's my sister-in-law!"

Su Han stood there, looking at Qiao Yuman with a drooping face: "Yuman, this is a bit inappropriate."

It would be misunderstood if he and Qiao Yuman were sleeping in the same room, even if he didn't sleep in the same bed. Although... Black Hawk and the others didn't mind at all, and might even look forward to it, it was so bad for Su Han.

Qiao Yuman yawned, as if she hadn't heard Su Han's words, so she climbed onto the bed, rolled up the quilt and prepared to go to bed.

Su Han felt helpless.

Looking at the slight breathing that Qiao Yuman soon came, he was even more amused and cried. He fell asleep so quickly? It seemed that after rushing for a day and playing for another day, Qiao Yuman was really tired.

Su Han was too lazy to say more, so he climbed to another bed and continued to sit cross-legged.

For Su Han, practicing qigong overnight is more useful than sleeping, and it is much faster to recover physical strength and energy.

He sat cross-legged, preparing to continue thinking about the formation to see if he could go further, suddenly, Qiao Yuman, who was huddled in the quilt, smacked his lips, and his words in his mouth were vague: "Brother-in-law, I'm cold..."

Su Han opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"Brother-in-law, I'm cold..." Qiao Yuman curled up.

The altitude of Shushan is not low, and the temperature drops sharply at night. Although Zheng Chen has prepared a quilt, it seems that it is not thick enough for a girl like Qiao Yuman.

She is not a trainee, she has a strong body.

The little face, crouched in the quilt and frowned slightly, obviously it was really cold, even when I was sleeping, I was calling myself?

Su Han looked at Qiao Yuman and the pure and delicate face, a trace of gentleness flashed in his eyes.

He walked out of bed, picked up his quilt, covered it with a cover on Qiao Yuman, and helped her tighten the corner of the quilt: "I wouldn't have brought you here if I had known it, so it was so troublesome."

Su Han smiled and watched Qiao Yuman fall asleep without making any noise.

He turned around and returned to his bed, still sitting cross-legged, thinking about the formation.

It is late at night and people are silent, and the sound of insects is heard by chance. This quiet environment is a luxury in big cities. It is the most suitable for living in places like Shushan in March and April.

Su Han was immersed in his own world, thinking about deducing the formation patterns. Not far away, Qiao Yuman slept very soundly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he didn't know what dream he was in.

No words all night.

The next day was the day when the martial arts conference officially began!

Dongdongdongdongdong-!

The big bell on Shu Mountain rings, and the sound of the lingering sound lingers on the beams. It lasts for a long time. The low bell sound seems to penetrate into people's hearts, making people feel a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

"The martial arts conference has officially begun!" Li Zhengyang stood at the top and said loudly.

Below are the various sects of the Martial Arts Hidden Sect, each of whom is ready to show their style at the martial arts conference. Even if they cannot become the strongest one, they must show their skills and make people remember their names!

"According to the past practice, several old seniors will control the entire audience as judges," Li Zhengyang said with a smile. "As old as they are, they will not mix with young people. We all hope to see more talented young people grow up and make the Martial Hidden Sect more prosperous!"

Standing next to Li Zhengyang were several old men. They looked like they were both in their sixties and seventies, and they were obviously respected people in the hidden martial arts sect.

They are judges, which is naturally convincing.

Everyone stood there, the people from the Hidden Sect family stood in the forefront, and from this camp, you can see that in this circle, the layers are clear.

The Liu family stood at the edge, and it was supposed to be their place, but Jun Shaoyang and others were standing at this moment.

He was still shaking the fan, as if a handsome young man was indifferent to the people and things around him, because he could not even catch his eyes, except for the Su Han who made him a little curious.

Jun Shaoyang turned his head to look at Su Han, and Su Han also looked at him.

"It seems that this guy doesn't know yet. The Lord died in my hands." From Jun Shaoyang's face, Su Han could certainly see that Jun Shaoyang didn't know about this, and even... the Lord didn't tell him!

People from Kunlun are not weak, but they are not very strong either.

Just after taking a look, Jun Shaoyang stopped looking, turned around and whispered softly to Tongshan. A strong murderous aura suddenly burst out from Tongshan's eyes, looking straight at Su Han, with a hint of madness on his face.

Su Han ignored this. Tongshan was not his opponent. People of that level had a hundred ways to kill Tongshan!

"According to the rules, each sect can produce three people, one time, a round battle, and the person who stays on the ring is the strongest!"

Above, Li Zhengyang said loudly, "This is very fair. As long as you have enough strength, that are the ring that belongs to you."

The longer people can stay in the ring, the stronger they will naturally be. Even if they are exhausted in the end, everyone will see it. However, truly powerful people will not worry about this at all.

Because people who are confident in themselves are simply disdainful to consume the other person's physical strength through others.

"On the ring, click until..." Before Li Zhengyang finished speaking, a voice came from below.

"etc."

Jun Shaoyang glanced at Li Zhengyang and couldn't help but sneer, "Step until, what's the point? Are you practicing martial arts in order to strengthen your body? The hidden martial arts world is the circle of national martial arts, national martial arts, only kill people, not perform!"

Li Zhengyang's face changed slightly, and the other people looked at each other. As old people in the martial arts circle, they naturally knew this sentence.

"Since that's the case, what's the point?" Jun Shaoyang shook his fan, "It's just that children play house games. Could it be that the martial arts hidden sect has not been planted to this level?"

Li Zhengyang was not angry and looked at Jun Shaoyang: "What suggestions do you have?"

"On the ring, no matter whether it is life or death!" Jun Shaoyang glanced around and swept the faces of all sects, "If you are afraid, you can withdraw directly without having to participate, so as not to be embarrassed, and those with courage will come on!"

The unremitting face made many people feel uncomfortable, as if he was the strongest Haisha Gang, and no one took it seriously!

"So arrogant! Do you really think you are invincible!"

"I haven't seen such a person before, so I'm too fond of everyone."

The people around were talking and angry, and some people were also backing down. If they were just talking and exchanged, they would still dare to go up, but once life and death were involved, few people would really give up.

In modern society, national martial arts gradually declined. It is precisely because of this that there is no need to fight and kill, and national martial arts naturally leave a performance-oriented side.

National martial arts are divided into fighting methods and practice methods. Practice methods are to cultivate oneself and exercise one's body. It is more of a performance-oriented nature, and fighting methods are the way to kill enemies!

Jun Shaoyang's words made many people hesitate immediately.

"If you don't dare, you'd better get back as soon as possible and don't embarrass you." Gai Ran snorted coldly and shouted when he saw this.
Chapter completed!