"Moo~"

Li Ping'an heard the old cow's cry and knew it was time.

Then he put down his erhu and said, "Let's take a rest first and drink some tea."

Wang Yi let out a long breath and leaned back with a look of helplessness on his face.

Now he should be outside the Autumn Wind Court, waiting for the start of an unprecedented battle.

Wonderful swordsmanship, various exquisite moves, life-and-death fights between strong men...

But the reality is that I am in a dilapidated courtyard.

I wasted my time listening to a blind man playing a very unpleasant ditty!!

"Hey! Wang Yi, Wang Yi."

In the wind and rain, someone seemed to be calling me.

Wang Yi turned around and saw a man emerging from the wall of the courtyard.

It's Fatty.

"Wang Yi! Let's go."

Wang Yi was stunned, "Let's go? Where?"

"Of course I'm going to the Autumn Wind Court to watch the martial arts competition."

Wang Yi wondered: "But I...I..."

"Hey! You're not afraid anymore, are you?"

"Who said I'm afraid! But... you also know my father's temper."

"Don't worry, you won't be discovered."

Fat Jun touched the rainwater on his face.

"I have found out that your rest time is about three sticks of incense each time.

From here to the Autumn Wind Courtyard, we can walk faster and only have one stick of incense, and we only need two sticks of incense for the round trip."

Wang Yi remains undecided.

Fat Jun said: "Boss, stop nagging, it's almost too late."

Wang Yi gritted his teeth and looked back at Alia.

"Aliya let's go!"

Aria shook her head, "Uncle will be angry."

"Oh, nothing will be discovered."

Wang Yi dragged Aaliyah.

I thought that even if I was discovered by then, Aliya would be able to share the pressure with me.

He was not afraid of Li Pingan, but he was worried that Li Pingan would tell this matter to his father.

The two of them walked out the door holding umbrellas.

Zhao Ling'er also came and stood by the wall waving to them.

"run!"

The four young boys and girls ran towards the Autumn Wind Courtyard happily.

He really arrived at the Qiu Feng Ting within a stick of incense, but at this time, the Qiu Feng Ting was already overcrowded.

"You can't even see it."

Alia stood on her tiptoes, not even a hair could be seen.

"Don't worry, our prince has already prepared." Pang Jun said breathlessly.

Wang Yi smiled proudly and waved his hand, "Follow me!"

The four of them came to a restaurant opposite Qiufengting.

Wang Yi reserved a room in advance. After his observation, it was the best angle to watch the battle.

"I caught up, luckily I wasn't too late!"

Fat Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

The sedan chair in Qiu Fengting is still there, but there are scattered figures around it.

Men wearing various colors of clothing were neatly divided into several rows, each of them tall and tall.

It's really magnificent.

"Coming! Coming!"

Fat Jun shouted excitedly.

The other three looked in the direction of Fat Jun's finger, and they were not the only ones.

Everyone standing around the Autumn Wind Garden looked in the same direction at the same time.

The torrential rain enveloped everyone, blurring everyone's vision.

A figure came slowly from the southeast.

Wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head.

The hat drooped so low that it almost covered his face. Take a closer look.

The other person's face was wearing a cheap monkey face mask, and when water was poured on it, some of the color faded.

I don’t know which street stall I bought it from.

The left hand holds a thin and sharp Yanling knife.

It's not a rare and expensive knife. On the contrary, this kind of knife is very cheap.

The Sui Dynasty favored martial arts, so it was not uncommon for people to wear weapons on their waists.

Weapons are different and divided into three, six or nine levels.

This kind of Yanling knife is very common in the market, cheap and sturdy.

But people with a little bit of wealth and status would disdain to wear this knife.

Because most of the people who wear this knife are downtrodden people.

Over time, this sword became known as the poor sword.

He walked towards the sedan and held the handle of the knife in his right hand.

Clang Clang Clang!!

The sword was like a flying light, and his body was cut one after another.

However, every sword strike was only a temporary stop, and no blood flew out.

It just scratched the raincoat.

There were still six steps away from the sedan, and everyone present knew how many so-called masters had fallen within six steps.

The sound of swords kept ringing, and each sword made a sword shadow like snowflakes.

The rain curtain was torn apart by the sword's edge, giving everyone who witnessed the sword an unbearable feeling.

One step, two steps...

Every step is extremely heavy and every inch is full of danger.

It was such a cold day, but the palms of the bystanders were sweating.

Four steps, five steps...

There is one last step left.

All people's hearts were lifted up.

A bright light and shadow appeared, and a sudden light shone in everyone's eyes.

The biting chill made everyone shiver.

The raindrops blown by the wind suddenly scattered in all directions. Maybe everyone didn't know the mystery of this sword.

But the dazzling sword light was like a mountain pressing on their chests, making them unable to withstand the pressure.

The rain was getting heavier and my vision became blurry.

A cold feeling spread from the heavy rain into everyone's body.

The swords and lights intertwined, densely packed.

It's like a big net, spreading out in all directions.

However, until now, the man had not drawn his sword.
To be continued...