Long Qingyun looked stunned and said in a deep voice:

"Oh? How much is the ticket?" While speaking, Long Qingyun raised his lips slightly and looked at the two of them with a smirk.

Another black-faced man, who looked like an iron tower, shouted loudly: "One or two in broken silver." His voice was rude and his tone was extremely bad.

Long Qingyun sighed, "Damn, it's so expensive?" He threw a piece of silver or two on the table, took two viewing tickets, and looked at it. No. 18 and 19, East 19.

Sikong Xuan glanced at it and said leisurely: "The location is the last row, and it is also at the corner. It seems that the people are almost full, so let's go in quickly."

"These two people seem to be very unfriendly to me?" Long Qingyun stuttered.

Although the voice was very small, Sikong Xuan still heard it. The latter smiled and his charming eyes sparkled. He looked at Long Qingyun with a strange expression and said:

"You defeated Gu Chaoxi, the 11th floor manager of Joy Tower last time. Joy Tower hates you to the core of this matter. Moreover, you look very special. You have entered my Iron Sword Sect to avoid disaster, so it is easy to recognize you."

Long Qingyun smiled angrily:

"What do I look like? I'm special? Junior sister, you have to figure it out. I was invited by Elder Cui to enter the Iron Sword Sect to contribute to the qualifying competition of the sect disciples a few days later. Of course, Master Sikong's sword technique attracted me to join the Iron Sword Sect, avoiding disaster, haha...is it possible? I am extremely talented and wise and powerful, and I will be afraid of Joy Tower? Hum..."

Long Qingyun made a big splash and bombed Sikong Xuan in language.

Sikong Xuan laughed so hard that her branches trembled: "Hahaha... Junior Brother Yun is so arrogant. You look strange, your nose is not tall, your body is not straight, and your temper is very smelly. Haha... But, I like your expression of being afraid of heaven, being afraid of earth, and being self-righteous."

After more than a month of getting along, Long Qingyun felt that when he stayed with Sikong Xuan, he was extremely relaxed and always filled with laughter.

Sikong Xuan is mellow in nature and has lived in a superior environment since she was a child. Her personality is natural, which makes Long Qingyun feel relaxed and happy.

Kind, natural, happy!

Unlike Zhuge Huaiqin, although she looks like a fairy, she has a stern face all day long. After coming to Xitu Hezhou, she goes out early and returns late every day, planning the "major event for restoring the country" and treats Long Qingyun as a transparent person. Long Qingyun feels like she has been used. However, she has never been bothered with Zhuge Huaiqin, after all, Zhuge Huaiqin is a beauty.

In this world, beauties are always easy to be tolerated by men, which is the patent of beautiful women.

At this time, a beautiful woman in white standing with tall clouds and graceful figures stood on the martial arts stage in the center of the boxing ring.

This is the hall of a dome building, seventeen zhang long and fifteen zhang wide, and extremely wide.

There are seven or eight large pillars standing around the hall, which are load-bearing columns scattered on the edge of the hall. There are no pillars in the center of the hall, which just appears as an open space.

A three-foot-high square table stands in the center, both of which are three feet long and wide. This is the martial arts stage in the underground boxing ring.

On the martial arts stage, a woman in white swept her eyes around, and a crisp and pleasant voice sounded:

"Today's first game is Ma Ziyu, a disciple of Xingyun Pavilion, against Wu Xiyou, a disciple of Xuanyang Sect. The betting time ends after a hundred breaths. If you have not bet yet, please hurry up."

Among the crowd, there were noises and shouts. Although Xingyun Pavilion and Xuanyang Sect were not as good as the four major sects, they were also well-known in Hezhou, Xitu.

If the four major sects belong to the first echelon of the Western Hezhou sect, then Xingyun Pavilion and Xuanyang Sect are among the best in the second echelon, which is comparable to the Dashi Sword Mansion, the royal family force of the Dashi Empire.

The martial arts platform is surrounded by a nine-foot-wide aisle, followed by a staircase. Long Qingyun and Sikong Xuan climbed up the stairs and arrived at No. 18, the 19th step to the east, and sat down No. 19.

The two looked into the distance, and the woman in white on the martial arts stage walked off the martial arts stage.

At this moment, on the stairs seat on the west side.

He jumped high in a blue shirt, rose more than three feet high, moved horizontally in the air, slowly landed in the middle of the martial arts stage, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced around with a firm gaze and said loudly:

"Ma Ziyu, a disciple of the Xingyun Pavilion, thank you for your support!"

This is a young man about 23 or 24 years old, with a tall figure, a wide nose and a tall face, and a dignified appearance. He is the first-rate Martial Emperor's combat power.

"Wu Xiyou of Xuanyang Sect came to experience it." As a loud voice sounded, a black suit rose from the south stairs seat and flew towards the martial arts field like a big roc spreading its wings.

A young man about 24 or 25 years old landed in front of Ma Ziyu. He was tall and tall, with a pair of tiger eyes bright and energetic, and his entire face was as hard and straight as a carved carving, and his handsomeness was extraordinary.

Ma Ziyu smiled and said, "Hehe, don't worry, I will teach you a lesson." His tone was arrogant and confident.

Although Ma Ziyu, who had just broken through the realm of Emperor Wu, is not a big deal in front of the four major sects, he is indeed a rare young talent among the second-tier sects at such an age.

Wu Xiyou said "hum!", stretched out his right hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The knife is bright and shiny, with silver light, and the head is wide. It has a sharp head, double edges, and the blade is straight, three feet long, but the knife rod is ten feet long, which is a black iron sword.

Long Qingyun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't hide his excitement in his heart, and said leisurely:

"As far as I know, the Xuanyang Nine Swords of Xuanyang Sect is powerful and powerful in Hezhou, Xitu. The commonly used weapon of Xuanyang Sect is the Yanling Sword. Only the Yanling Sword can exert the supreme power of the "Xuanyang Nine Swords" and can compete with the "Modao Sword skills" of the Dashi Sword Mansion. As a disciple of Xuanyang Sect, Wu Xiyou actually used a Xuan Iron Modao, which made me puzzled."

Ma Ziyu touched the space ring on his index finger with his thumb, and a cold green sword appeared in his hand.

"Look at the move!" Ma Ziyu whistled towards Wu Xiyou with his sword, as if it was thunder, with a faint thunder.

Wu Xiyou raised his sword eyebrows, accumulated strength in his right palm, and slashed forward with one hand, facing the Qingbang Sword.

"Clang clang clang!" The sound of metal hitting sounded violently. "Clang dang dang!" The two of them couldn't help but take three steps back.

Suddenly, the cold light flashed again.

Without stopping for a moment, the two rushed out again and rushed towards each other. The swords and swords intersected, and the sound of clanging sounds continued!

Everyone was thrust and the crowd was in an uproar! Thunderous applause rang one after another.

Sikong Xuan's eyes were flowing, looking at the wonderful fights in the martial arts field from afar, and seemed to be focused. Suddenly, her pretty face turned to Long Qingyun and said leisurely:

"I once heard from my father that the Xuanyang Sect three hundred years ago became famous for its goodness in Modao, as famous as the four major sects now. Later, the Xuanyang Sect had an internal strife and split into two factions, one of which took away half of the elite troops."

Long Qingyun looked stunned. Sikong Xuan continued:
Chapter completed!