Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 42 There is no absolute fairness

All night.

Peng Ye, who was carrying a giant sword, was soaked in sweat in his white Taoist robe, and then evaporated to dryness by the heat, dry and drenched again, and so on.

However, he didn't feel tired. Instead, the more he learned, the more excited he became, and the more he practiced, the more interested he became. After all, this was the first time he practiced this ancient sword style.

I used to watch it on TV and thought it was very gaudy and flashy. At that time, I thought that if it was placed in modern times, others would jump you with a single shot. Now that I personally play it, Xuan Ao can be said to have opened the eyes of him, a frog in a well!
Every move, every step, every movement definitely has its meaning!

"Dong dong dong!" At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then it was a man who spoke a little rough: "The Taoist brother inside is already eight o'clock in the morning, so it's time."

"Okay, thank you for the reminder, the owner." Peng Ye thanked him, and then he closed his move with a swish, and then walked out of the room.

It is said that the owner of the museum is not very old, in his early forties, and his thick eyebrows are slightly fierce, but after getting in touch with him, he can know that he is still very kind, but he is not good at words, and his voice is naturally roaring.

"You dare to go to the martial arts competition without cultivation. I really admire your courage." Seeing Peng Ye, the owner Yang Weidong opened his mouth at this time. When he entered the pavilion yesterday, he discovered the strangeness of Peng Ye. , smiled and encouraged: "Come on, don't resist if it's really not good. With your courage and perseverance, even if you don't enter the path of cultivating immortals, you will definitely be able to flourish in one country in the future."

"Well, Pavilion Master Yang's words will be kept in mind by Peng Ye." Peng Ye arched his hands, about to say goodbye, but then suddenly thought of something, and looked around the hall.

"Little brother is looking for a weapon? But the huge thing behind you must be a giant sword? Why don't you use it?" Yang Weidong saw Peng Ye's thoughts at this time, and asked curiously.

"Seventy to eighty catties, I can't wield it as an ordinary person." Peng Ye also smiled bitterly at this time, a little depressed, "I found the lightest rapier in there last night, and it weighed about twenty catties. It seems a bit strenuous to swing..."

"Now the lightest weapons made of black iron weigh twenty catties. This is the standard configuration, otherwise it will be easily shattered." Yang Weidong explained at this time, smiling: "If you want the weapon you had last night It’s still a good sword, I can give you half the price, 450 gold coins, what do you think?”

Among the Nine Desolation Continents, black iron is the worst material, but it is not cheap. The 450 gold coins are indeed sold at the price of black iron materials. If Peng Ye buys it, he will surely make a profit.

"Forget it, thank you, Master Yang, for your kindness." Peng Ye bowed and thanked with a smile, then looked at a cylindrical wooden stake on the side, and said, "I want that."

The cylindrical wood is not thick, the size of an arm, and its body color is bright red. It looks a little unique. It should be a mutated sandalwood. I saw it on the moon before, and that temple used this kind of wood.

"That? That's just the wood used to support the ring. Although it's a hybrid, it's harder than sandalwood, so it's basically useless..." Yang Weidong couldn't laugh or cry, this little brother is really interesting, don't you think Want to fight with others with wood?

There are many mutated sandalwood in this world, and they are not expensive. The price is only [-] to [-] gold coins.

"It's okay, I want it." Peng Ye looked at the owner Yang and said with a smile: "Sell me another small dagger, no discount."

"Okay, no problem." Seeing that Peng Ye insisted on this, Yang Weidong didn't say anything, and directly brought him a sharp dagger.

……

After leaving the Crazy Sword Martial Arts Hall, Peng Ye took a piece of wood and headed all the way to the inn.

in the guest room.

"What are you doing with a piece of wood?" Su Zhenzhen asked while looking at the red piece of wood in Peng Ye's hand.

"For martial arts competition." Peng Ye said with a grin.

"Puff~" Hearing this, seeing Peng Ye's smiling face again, Su Zhenzhen smiled on the spot and touched Peng Ye's forehead, but Peng Ye backed away, with a look of what are you doing, Su Zhenzhen immediately said: "Are you sure your head is not broken by the door? Do you want to use this piece of wood to compete in martial arts?"

"Sure." Peng Ye nodded earnestly, then looked at Zhang Hanyan at one side, then at Suzhenzhen, and said, "Let's go, the second round of martial arts assessment is about to begin."

Su Zhenzhen and Zhang Hanyan were already ready to go, and they were waiting for Peng Ye to come back. At this time, they all nodded, and the three of them left the room one after another.

……

square.

Although Wen Shi had already eliminated nearly two-thirds of the people after the first round, most of them were not in a hurry to leave, and they were looking forward to who would be able to advance to the competition.

Besides, some geniuses and evildoers are rare to see on weekdays, and they also want to see it quickly, so there are only one-third of the eliminated students remaining.

"I don't know how many talented people there will be this year."

"There should be many. I heard that the Dugu family near the North Mountain of Heiyan City has also come, and the Situ family in the south."

"Although the aristocratic family is slightly inferior compared to the entire Black Flame City lord, it is more than a little stronger than some nobles and small sects in this Black Flame City."

"Well, that's for sure. The nobles are under the jurisdiction of the city lord, but the aristocratic family is different. Even the city lord of Heiyan city would not want to have a grudge against that kind of existence."

There were whispers and loud noises. At this time, a fence had been built in the middle of the square, leaving a large open space.

"Because the number of registrations and promotions this year has broken the highest record in previous years, the martial arts competition is divided into nine venues." An old man appeared on the high platform and said loudly.

The open space in front of the old man has been divided into nine martial fields at this time, and a young mentor stands in each of them, with his hands behind his back, very resolute, dignified, and imposing.

"There is no absolute fairness in the world, so this round of martial arts competitions will be called randomly according to the lottery!" The old man obviously became more serious when he spoke, his voice was stern, and his eyes were fixed on everyone. I don’t want to hear people complaining or coming to this old man to seek grievances. In this situation, you only have two choices, one is to abstain and the other is to fight! Do you understand me!”

"understand!"

In the front of the square, all the young people stared and drank, united as one!

"If you understand it, prick up your ears to this old man. Those who don't agree three times will be deemed to have abstained!" The old man lifted up an animal skin scroll, then flipped it open, and began to roll his name: "Ma Xingcheng, Song Zihao, No. [-] martial field! Zhou Yuanliang, Jiang Jinman, Martial Field No. [-]! Liu Qingyun, money does not change..."

Swish swish!
Following the roll call of the old man, a group of young boys and girls stood out from the crowd and entered the designated martial arts arena, looking at each other eagerly, ready for the moment when "the competition begins".

(End of this chapter)