heroes and heroes

Chapter 3

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League Leader Wen stroked his beard but smiled silently. After scanning around the hall, he said leisurely: "Bi Lan Jian Jiang Yihan, he heard the wind in the past few days, and he was afraid of scaring the snake, so he never talked about it , went to the western desert alone, and killed the black-robed old monster."

After the words fell, the house was full of compliments, and all smiled and bowed their hands to Jiang Yihan.

"Hero Jiang's martial arts are superb, his chivalry is heroic and courageous, and I can't match him."

There were also some who smiled slightly and glanced at Duan Tianchen who was also in the hall.

What are you looking at?Let's watch the fun!Who doesn't know that Bilan Sword and Tianjue Sword are not on good terms?With the current situation, Tian Chen's face is definitely not good.

What's disappointing is that Duan Daxia of Tianjue Sword didn't show any abnormalities on his face. It seemed that he didn't hear what everyone was talking about, and he didn't know what he was thinking while holding the tea.

There are many idlers who maliciously guessed that Duan Tianchen must have heard those things, and his expression was just a sign of frustration. He stared at him for a while, smacked his lips and felt that it was boring and not lively, and they all went to compliment Jiang Yihan. , as if wanting to praise people to the sky, after a while of commotion and silence, Jiang Yihan closed his fan and said with a smile: "Everyone misunderstood, I am not the only one to blame."

Seeing everyone's surprise, Jiang Yihan straightened his face, cleared his throat and continued: "Actually, someone hurt him before me, so I got this chance to kill him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more surprised.

"who is it??"

"I don't know, when I catch up to the black-robed old monster, that person has already left, and I only see a black shadow, but judging by his body skills, that person's martial arts are probably much higher than mine."

Extremely weird!Killing the black-robed old monster can not only be rewarded with a lot of money from the imperial court, but also a beautiful job that is famous for thousands of miles. Who will leave this great fisherman's profit to others?Is Jiang Yihan lying or is that person out of his mind?

The birds in the courtyard were singing happily and making a mess of chirping.The hall was silent, looking at each other, and Jiang Yihan sighed with a smile: "The black-robed old monster has done a lot of evil, and I have wanted to get rid of him for a long time. If it weren't for that person, I might not be able to defeat the black-robed old monster, and I would not be able to kill him. Da Mo The whole party is also thanks to that master, if there is an opportunity, I must be very grateful."

Hot white mist curled up from the cup, the fingers holding the cup moved slightly, and a pair of dark eyes in the misty white mist looked right at Jiang Yihan.

The two looked at each other, but this time it was Jiang Yihan who was at a disadvantage, as if he had touched a scorching fire or a pot of boiling water, his eyes moved away hastily, and he almost retreated.

I sighed in embarrassment in my heart, and unconsciously covered half of my face, pinched the fan bone with slightly protruding knuckles, and fanned the wind again and again, but some people didn't know what was going on, and they still came to ask: "Are you hot?"

"…No."

"Then what are you fanning?"

"..."

Wen Chenxiu looked at him again, and as if he found a baby, he joked: "It looks really hot, the roots of the ears are red, and it looks like it's about to bleed."

Fortunately, when Wen Chenxiu wanted to ask more questions, the leader in the hall started talking about things again.

It's nothing, the old sayings that have always been spoken at banquets, and some words of praise to encourage rising stars, a lot of nagging, Wen Chenxiu was impatient to hear, and elbowed Jiang Yihan, whispering Asked: "What did my father tell you yesterday? Even I won't let you know?"

Jiang Yihan kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, and didn't pay any attention to it.

Wen Chenxiu is used to enjoying himself, but Jiang Yihan ignored him and began to chatter.

"I passed by my father's door last night, and I heard from him and my mother that he was retiring, and I don't know who the next leader is. It is rumored that Feng Yijun, who is number one on the Jianghu list, has lived in seclusion for a long time, and no one knows his whereabouts. The second in Jianghu..." Before he finished speaking, as if remembering something, he slapped his head happily and pounded Jiang Yihan's elbow, which was standing upright, but his voice was lowered.

"Hey, let me ask you, is that what my dad told you to come over?"

Jiang Yihan responded perfunctorily, as an admission, and Wen Chenxiu was even happier, with a face full of gossip, as if he wanted to know something.

"Is it you? Or that kid from the Duan family?"

Jiang Yihan glanced at him with a half-smile: "Guess? If you guess right, it proves that Mr. Wen's talent is not stupid. I guess Uncle Wen can have a great future if he invites a good master to teach him."

Wen Chenxiu was startled, and shut his mouth in embarrassment.

At this moment, the old leader Wen in the hall has stopped talking, and the hall is completely silent, looking at the door.

After a while, I saw only a blue bunt boy bringing up a tightly sealed box. The old leader Wen smiled slightly and said: "The most important thing about this banquet is today's competition. I'm old too. Martial arts generation after generation, will eventually be handed over to the younger ones to take care of."

Over the years, there has been such a cutscene in the banquets of the Wulin League. First, write down the names of the young knights and ladies invited to the banquet on a piece of paper, and put them all in a small box. When the time comes, the leader will take out two of them The people on these two cards will have to fight in front of everyone. After the fight is over, the older generation of Jiang Hu people will evaluate and encourage them, and the banquet will be considered as over.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's mainly to win a lottery, which means that the world of martial arts is endless, and one mountain is higher than the other.

The box had already been presented to Chief Wen, he took out a note from inside and opened it, looked intently, his eyebrows twitched a few times, everyone saw him glance towards the hall, and said with a smile: "Heavenly Absolute Sword Duan Tianchen. "

The hearts of many chivalrous men in the hall were all tensed, and they shouted for crimes.

It's fine if it's someone else, why is it him?If you are the next one to be drawn and lose as soon as you play, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Although winning or losing doesn't count, who hasn't got the heart to win?

Old leader Wen reached into the box, took out a neatly folded note and opened it, only to see his two sparse eyebrows drooping, looking carefully, he could actually see some regret.

"Wu sect is strict with Yang."

Many people were relieved to hear that it wasn't me, and they were all happy to stretch their necks to see which kid was so unlucky, but no one came out for a long time, and after a long silence, only one person stood up and stammered: "Leader, Yan Yang is indeed here, but he ate too much at the banquet yesterday, and he has a full day of stomach trouble, and he is still lying on the bed right now."

There was a lot of laughter, the old leader Wen's face was not good-looking, and he said a few polite words about taking a good rest.

In the absence of the person, the signing just now had to be voided. The old leader Wen squeezed out another note, unfolded it, and read it carefully. He was amused.

"Everyone has good eyesight today." He turned the note over to face the hall, and there were three large characters written in black and white: Jiang Yihan's No. [-] Tianjue Sword in Jianghu vs. Bilan Sword, No. [-] in Jianghu.

Isn't it lucky?

The competition platform is wide and wide enough to accommodate a dozen tall and strong men.

When these two people go up, others don't feel how big the platform is, but feel that it is small, narrow, and crowded, and cannot accommodate the two "big Buddhas" above it at once.

Full of courage, full of pressure, it was overwhelming, as if the heart was being squeezed and clenched, but he was even more excited, and stared at the two people fighting on the stage with rounded eyes.

Even those with poor eyesight couldn't see their figures clearly. They could only see the swaying phantoms that turned blue and green, and could only hear the sound of cloth flapping, long swords striking each other, and clanging and piercing collisions.

It was so intense, and really indistinguishable, even the old leader Wen's face was tense, and his eyes didn't move for a moment.

Who will win?

If you only look at martial arts, the moves of the two are exquisite and dexterous, each has its own strengths, it is impossible to tell who is good and who is bad.

Look at the internal strength, but this competition has just begun, and I am afraid that half of the accumulated internal strength has not been consumed. The two of them are still able to handle tasks with ease, and it will not be clear who is stronger or weaker for a while.

But the people under the test stage were not in a hurry, nor were they noisy, only occasionally there were a few involuntary sounds of admiration and admiration from the crowd.

After a stick of incense, the fight continued, but people with shrewd eyes gradually saw some tricks.

Duan Tianchen came down with a sword, and Jiang Yihan blocked it with a horizontal sword, but his face was pale. If you look carefully, you can still see sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously he will lose to Duan Tianchen!

The eyes of the person who found Mingtang lit up, he stared even tighter, and first placed a bet with the people around him: "I think the two who are second on the Jianghu list will decide the winner today, look at that Bi Lan The sword is obviously inferior to Tianjuejian in strength, if Tianjuejian stabs head-on after a while, Bilanjian will hardly be able to resist it!"

The fledgling little Maoxia beside him hurriedly nodded and said yes, and in the stands, Duan Tianchen came over with a sword flower, dexterously deflected in one direction, and was going to stab again!

The eyes of everyone in the audience widened their eyes, their hearts were pounding with joy, waiting for the moment when Jiang Yihan couldn't hold back, but Duan Tianchen looked at Jiang Yihan hesitantly, and his sword froze in place , seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he saw his face suddenly changed, put the long sword into the sheath with a bang, and said in a cold voice: "What does Jiang Daxia mean, you come to compete with me even if you have an injury on your body, yes Look down on me, Duan Tianchen?"

Everyone had never experienced such a sudden turnaround, they all opened their mouths half-open, and looked dumbfounded.

In that room, Jiang Yihan was accused by Duan Tianchen, but his reaction was obviously not right. He pursed his pale lips, without looking at Duan Tianchen, put his sword into its sheath, flew off the stage, and disappeared after a while.

There was an uproar in the hall, and there was a lot of noise.

The eldest son of the Jiang family has always held himself upright, polite and courteous, how could he ever show any inappropriateness or embarrassment?Now that he is like this, it must be because he really did not deal with this period of Tianchen, and he was very angry.

Duan Tianchen's expression was not very good either.