The surroundings seemed to suddenly become quiet.

Xia Chan slowly raised her head and looked at him blankly.

A long time passed.

She reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly changed his expression and said quickly: "Chanchan, no, I am not kidding, I am sincere."

Xia Chan clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, and her eyes returned to their previous coldness: "I am not Bai Ling."

Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes and said slowly: "Of course I know that you are not Bai Ling, you are Xia Chan, so I just...ah!"

He covered his eyes and lowered his head.

"So, you are not allowed to say such words to me. Also... you are not my uncle."

Xia Chan finished speaking coldly, held the sword, stood up and left quickly.

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground for a while, Fang rubbed his eyes, stood up, turned around and looked at her slender and cold back, frowned, and murmured: "Shouldn't I call myself uncle? Since I am.

Uncle, how can I let her be my wife?"

While he was thinking about it, Bai Ling came over with a smile, looked at him with a look of gloating and said: "Uncle, have you been beaten by Chan Chan again? You deserve it, who made you bad!"

Luo Qingzhou rubbed his eyes, glanced at her and said, "What's wrong with me?"

Bai Ling pouted: "During the competition in the ring, my uncle has been playing with Chan Chan's little hands, right?"

Luo Qingzhou denied it: "No."

Bai Ling snorted coldly: "Huh, in addition to playing with Chan Chan's little hand, my uncle has been rubbing her behind Chan Chan. My lady, my wife, and I all saw it!"

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "Nonsense! I only played with Chanchan's little hand, not..."

He suddenly stopped talking, looked at her triumphant and proud look, paused, and said softly: "Brother, do you want to eat candied haws? I still have a few bunches here."

When Bai Ling heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded quickly: "Yeah! Uncle, eat, I want to eat!"

Luo Qingzhou walked a few steps to the side, stood behind the big tree, and said, "Come here, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, he moved towards his arms.

Bai Ling suddenly laughed and stood still: "Uncle, do you think others will fall for you? You..."

Luo Qingzhou suddenly took out a little white rabbit from his arms and said, "Do you want to touch it?"

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked over with his eyes wide open and said excitedly: "Tutu, what a cute rabbit...ah..."

After a while.

Luo Qingzhou walked out from behind the big tree.

Bai Ling leaned against the big tree, his body was limp, his eyes were blurred, his expression was in a trance, his lips were shiny, and his chest and dress were disheveled...

"Damn! He hasn't touched his rabbit yet, but he first..."

Luo Qingzhou returned to the crowd and sat down on the ground outside, thinking about things in his mind.

Xia Chan stood behind Miss Qin, looking dazed and peeking at him from time to time.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the afternoon competition.

A bustling crowd gathered in the square again.

"when"

With the sound of gongs, three warriors participating in the trial stepped onto the ring.

Luo Yu walked to the wooden box, put his hand in, and began to draw lots to decide who to compete with first.

Since he had a bye in the last round, he needs to defeat two people in this round to win.

If he loses in the first round, he has no chance.

The person he chooses by drawing lots will suffer some losses. If he wins, he will try again.

But you will get enough rest time, personal healing and strength replenishment from the teachers of Longhu Academy, and a big tonic pill.

There is only one quota this year, but the previous rules have not changed, so this situation occurs.

However, truly powerful warriors are naturally not afraid of these things.

"The first competition, Luo Yu and He Yiming!"

The examiner opened the paper and announced the names.

He Yiming secretly screamed bad luck, held the golden ring knife, and walked to the center of the ring.

Luo Yu stood opposite him.

The two of them exchanged superficial words and began to secretly accumulate strength.

"start!"

Following the examiner's order, He Yiming immediately dragged the golden ring knife and rushed forward!

Luo Yu stood there without moving, her body slightly arched, her eyes fixed on his movements, like a cheetah getting ready to attack.

"Whoosh!"

He jumped out suddenly.

He Yiming slashed at his face, but he accurately avoided it and punched him out.

He Yiming also dodged sideways. The golden ring knife that had just been chopped down in his hand did not release its force. He flipped his wrist and the cold blade suddenly cut across from bottom to left!

"Zheng"

Luo Yu punched the blade, which made a metal collision sound.

He Yiming's jaws trembled, and the sword in his hand was knocked out of position. However, he turned around, drew a circle around his body with the sword, and slashed again.

The two were fighting close to each other, one using a knife and the other using fists, one move after another, the movements became faster and faster, and soon the two figures turned into phantoms.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had gone through hundreds of moves, but they were still evenly matched. It seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

Luo Qingzhou watched from the audience without missing a beat, their figures reflected in his pupils, and he was also playing and recording in his mind.

"Whoosh!"

More than ten minutes later.

He Yiming slashed at Luo Yu's shoulder with his knife. Luo Yu seemed to have no time to avoid it, and was immediately hit by the slash.

The sharp steel knife instantly cut through his skin and flesh, and struck his bones with a crisp sound.

"boom!"

But at this time, Luo Yu's fist suddenly enlarged and hit He Yiming hard on the chest!

The two took a few steps back and stood firm.

Luo Yu's shoulders were dripping with blood and she stood there, clenching her fists.

He Yiming was punched in the chest, and there was a sharp pain in his ribs first, and then the clothes behind his back suddenly burst open with a "pop" sound!

On his back, a red fist mark appeared!

"Nanshan through-arm boxing, beating the cow across the mountain!"

Mr. Qin exclaimed in a low voice.

He Yiming endured the pain, roared angrily, waved the golden ring knife in his hand again, and rushed forward.

Luo Yu stepped back with her right foot, bowed her body slightly, her two fists suddenly turned into metallic silver, and her legs suddenly tightened.

Immediately, he jumped out with a "whoosh"!

"Zheng!"

He actually caught the fierce sword with one punch, and suddenly a flash of light flashed from his other fist, and he punched him with a "boom"!

This punch hit He Yiming hard on the chest again.

He Yiming's body was shaken by the beating, and he stumbled backwards.

Before he could stand firm and gather his strength, Luo Yu's taut legs had already shot out again, and with a "boom" punch, he hit his chin again.

After two consecutive punches, He Yiming was completely unable to stabilize his retreating body and the chaotic internal force in his body.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Luo Yu took this opportunity to hit him with a series of fists, hitting five points on his chest!

The last punch hit him directly in the stomach.

He Yiming was knocked out and fell heavily to the edge of the ring.

He struggled on the ground for a few times and seemed to want to get up. Luo Yu jumped up again and punched him in the back with a bang.

He Yiming completely lay on the ground, motionless.
To be continued...