In the center of Sword City, there is a golden high platform, which is open and flat, with battle flags on four sides. Every inch of this high platform is made of real gold. It was funded and built by the sect "Sword Wind and Cloud" that controls Sword City, and is specially used for holding martial arts competitions.

.This Non-Martial Arts Association can not only attract all the heroes who have passed through Sword and Sword City, but is also an important means for Sword and Sword Fengyun to expand its own power. A large number of newly arrived members with extraordinary strength are selected from this Non-Martial Arts Association.

Mie Canglan took Qingluo under his arm and ran to take a look. In the short journey, he had already gotten some general information from the noisy comments of others. There was already a sea of ​​people in front of him. Mie Canglan stopped and put Qingluo on his shoulder.

, the little girl was very light, just laughing non-stop, sitting on her brother's shoulders, waving her hands and legs, and cheering to the stage without knowing what she saw.

Fortunately, her voice had been drowned out by the noisy crowd, otherwise she would have attracted a lot of attention. Mie Canglan lovingly pulled down Qingluo's little hand, and while tightening the white scarf on her face, she moved her body to find the best

Look at the viewpoint.

The high platform is a splendid place, looking scorching and eye-catching under the bright sunlight. The four war flags are painted with the symbols of swords and winds, one sword and one sword intersecting sonorously, with a fiery red cloud on the back. Just listen to the wind blowing the flags, and on both sides

There was a man standing in front of the big drum, vigorously beating the drum, and the sound of gongs came from the VIP stand deep in the high platform. Several sounds merged to create a strong fighting spirit.

Just listen to the rhythm of the gongs and drums getting faster and faster, and then suddenly stop, the world seems to be much quieter, and the noise of the crowd suddenly seems harsh. The voice of the crowd also immediately becomes lower, and merges into a murmuring wave, in this large area

Amidst the whispers, a man who looked like a scribe walked into the center of the high platform, wearing a green shirt swaying lightly in the wind.

"Everyone, today is not the official day of the sword and sword competition, but because there are distinguished guests coming from afar and want to see the beauty of this city, we have set up a special day. If there are heroes and heroes here today, don't be rigid, just feel free to do so.

Come on stage and show your style, I, Sword and Wind, will also send out outstanding personnel to allow all heroes to have a hearty battle!"

Unexpectedly, this man looked so refined, but his words were sonorous and powerful. Sure enough, he had been in the martial arts sect for a long time, and he had a martial arts style. As soon as these words came out, the crowd started to get restless again, and naturally there were people from other places among them.

, I couldn't help but be tempted when I had some skills, but I didn't dare to go up rashly.

Mie Canglan could see very far away and saw a large painted red case on the VIP table. There were two people sitting on the big chairs on both sides. One person had the strong aura of a warrior, while the other person had a somewhat immortal air.

On both sides stood a row of masked men in green clothes. They were all strong and strong, as tall as pines and cypresses. The surroundings of the high platform were already filled with guards. It was surprising that a specially held martial arts meeting could be so well-prepared, which shows that this sword

Fengyun is not a small sect.

"Hmm..." Mie Canglan nodded secretly and sighed, "It's actually a bit like the Qinglian Sect back then..."

At this time, the crowd just whispered and no one came up. The scribe had already expected it and spoke again with confidence, "If you have any doubts, our sect leader will now set up a lottery as a small gift to all the heroes."

He didn't turn around, but waved his folding fan gently in the direction behind him, and two rows of masked warriors jumped up from under the high platform. Their postures were so neat that Mie Canglan could not help but think of the puppets of the Hanshan League.

I saw two rows of warriors, one holding red silk in their hands, and the other carrying long sticks on their shoulders. In an instant, the sticks flew up, and a huge piece of red silk rolled down the river, creating a red light.

Although most of the people in the audience were people from the city who had seen Sword Fengyun's abilities, they couldn't help but marvel. I saw that the ink on the big red silk was vigorously splashed, half of the poem had been written, and there was a red flower at the top.

Emit brilliant golden light.

The scribe shook the fan and continued with a smile, "This is today's prize. The contestants on stage will compete to climb up this piece of red silk, match the first couplet of the poem written by the distinguished guest to the second sentence, and pick the red flower on top. If

Just picking the red flower doesn't count as winning; just correcting the verses doesn't count if the red flower is taken away. If he wins, the gold and jade arrow in the center of the red flower will belong to him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a lot of tutting in the crowd, and they all sighed with emotion, "The conditions are so difficult," "This requires both civil and military skills," "But those are gold and jade arrows!" and other words surrounded Mie Canglan.

"Brother..." Qing Luo pressed her lips and bent down to hug Mie Canglan, "What are golden and jade arrow beads?"

Mie Canglan didn't know either, so he bumped the man next to him with his shoulder and said with a smile, "Excuse me, that gold and jade arrow ball..."

"Hey, you just came out from home, right? You haven't even heard of the golden and jade arrow beads!" The man was tall and thick. Before Mie Canglan finished speaking, he looked surprised, "The golden jade arrow beads are the treasure of Sword and Sword Fengyun! In Sword and Wind Cloud,

Our people have always used swords, but recently they have added hidden weapons, and the gold and jade arrow beads are the best hidden weapons they have developed! I don’t know how to use them, but they are gold and jade, how much are they worth!”

"Oh..." Mie Canglan trailed off gently, turned away from the spitting man, and hugged the little girl on his shoulder, "Did you hear that? What a big prize."

"Yes!" Qingluo kept gearing up, "Hey, brother, can I go up there in a while?"

Mie Canglan smiled bitterly, "Aluo Heroine, please rest for a while."

"Oh..." Qingluo pouted, looking around in the restless crowd, swinging her legs anxiously and saying, "Come on, why is no one going up? I'm still waiting to see!"

At this time, a figure jumped down from the high platform. It was a man sent by Sword and Sword Fengyun. He was dressed in green clothes and stood straight and motionless. From a distance, he looked like ice, filled with a murderous and murderous aura. The scribe said, "This is a man sent by Sword and Sword Fengyun."

Those who are fighting against all the heroes, if anyone wants these golden and jade arrow beads, please come forward!"

"No way, those who come out of Sword and Wind and Cloud are all good at both civil and military skills..." The crowd made another commotion, sighing repeatedly, as if they were secretly saying that Sword and Wind and Cloud had an empty lottery, and they clearly had the upper hand in this competition.

No one was on board yet, and the two men sitting far away in the VIP stand seemed to be anxious, but one was really anxious, and the other was mocking. The distinction between host and guest was noticed by Mie Canglan from a distance, and he slowly turned around

He opened his eyes slightly and felt an unusual aura. He smiled slightly and said, "The show is about to begin."

"If no one comes..." The scribe seemed to be discouraged, and just as he spoke without energy, he suddenly saw a hole opened in the crowd, like a high splash in the water, and a figure swept across the ground.

Landed on the high platform.

Everyone was startled when they saw the man's black hair flying, tied neatly into a bunch, but the hair curtain was extremely long, completely covering half of his face. The clothes on his body were half black and half white, and he gave off a gloomy aura like a piece of gossip.

The shape is extremely straight, with no bend visible, which may be caused by long-term martial arts training.

But at this glance, I couldn't tell whether the man or woman was that person. Even the scribe from Swordsman Fengyun was so close, and he frowned for a moment, "This hero..."

"I'm holding the moon." When the man spoke, it made people even more uproar. The voice was neither male nor female, with a masculine strength and a feminine grace. The sound made people feel cold all over, and there was a slight tingling from the depths of the bones.

.

Qingluo's shoulders shook and she curled her lips and said, "Oh, this sound..."

"Hmm..." Remembering that Wentiangu's voice sounded like this, Mie Canglan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and look at the situation coldly.

I saw the weird man named Lan Yue with his hands behind his back, his feet gently making an arc, and added, "'Ping Feng'? Lan Yue."
Chapter completed!