Zhu Ziliu, Diancang Yuyin saw them finishing a fuss, walked over and saluted, "My minister Zhu Ziliu, Diancang Yuyin, Diancang Yuyin, saw the princess."

Duan Susu hid behind Li Haoran like a rabbit, and said with annoyance: "Uncle Zhu, I have said many times that I am not a princess. You are grandpa's apprentice, that is, my uncle. Wouldn't you kill me?"

Li Haoran said, "The big thing is important, let's forget about this. Senior Brother Zhu, you are ready to take the battle." Then he said to Huang Rong: "Gang Master Huang, her name is Duan Susu, and she is the granddaughter of Master Yideng. That girl is called Xiaolongnu. You should declare war!"

Huang Rong was confused by these relationships, but major events were of great importance and there was no time for her to think about it, so she nodded and said calmly: "The candidates for the Central Plains martial arts world have been decided. Huodu, who will you fight first?"

Huo Du shook his fan and bowed, "My martial arts skills are the lowest, let me get a lottery!" Having said that, his eyes were a little timid and looked at Guo Jing, Li Haoran, and Duan Susu.

Li Haoran smiled and said, "Just don't worry, Guo Daxia and I will not compete with your fourth-rate character, so as not to lose too badly. Brother Zhu, you will do this battle." Then he quietly said, "Brother Zhu, this kid's fan bone is made of essence iron. According to his character, there must be mystery in it. If you win, don't do that kind move and throw it away. Your martial arts are far above him. As long as you are careful of the poisonous gas hidden weapon, there is no suspense."

Zhu Ziliu walked to the scene and said, "This first voice is for you, I will ask you for advice. My surname is Zhu Ziliu. I have always loved to recite poems and write scriptures and read scriptures. My martial arts are usually easy. I would like to ask you for advice." As he said that, he bowed deeply, took out a pen from his cuff, and drew several tiger circles in the air, which was completely like a pedantic scholar.

Huo Du thought to himself: The more such a person is, the more unfathomable it is, and he cannot be despised. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Xiao Wang asked for advice from his seniors, please show off his weapons."

Zhu Ziliu said: "Mongolia is a barbarian country. I have not loved the education of saints. Since you are asking for advice, I should give me some advice. I have been practicing writing and ink throughout my life, and my weapon is just a pen."

Huo Du was angry and said, "You have to humiliate me, Mongolia, and you must spare me." He folded a fan and said, "This is my weapon. Please take the move." He was afraid that Zhu Ziliu would say something bad, so he made a move directly.

Zhu Ziliu stepped sideways, swept his left palm lightly in front of him, and his right brush stroked directly towards Huo Du. Huo Du hurriedly avoided him. Seeing that the opponent was light and had strange tricks, he did not dare to attack.

Zhu Ziliu was unyielding and was unyielding, and his pen tip made a sound. He integrated calligraphy into martial arts moves. There were techniques for pricking acupoints in calligraphy, and there were calligraphy for pricking acupoints at the tip of the hand. It was really a silver fishing iron stroke, vigorous and sharp, and a beautiful and elegant bookish spirit was contained in the majestic.

When Huo Du was young, he learned the literature and art of the Han Dynasty, but his knowledge was extraordinary. He countered the moves when he was still, but he did not lose the upper hand.

Seeing that he seemed to know this martial arts, Zhu Ziliu shouted, "Be careful, the madman is coming." Suddenly, he took off his hat, threw it into the ground, flew with his long sleeves, and ran wildly. His move was completely inconsistent, with his brushwork, and he pointed at the dragon and snake. His body movements were erratic, staggering, and he made a move.

Huo Du thought to himself: It is not a way to attack but not defend in this way. After all, he remembered the martial arts of the masters, so he roared, slapped his right sleeve, and bulged a strong wind, and rushed towards Zhu Ziliu.

The opera was fierce and the heroes around him gradually retreated involuntarily. He could not help but shout like thunder, and he was so arrogant that he could help his momentum.

Zhu Ziliu wrote quickly and responded calmly, with elegant steps, as if he was drunk and not drunk, and he was in a match.

The two of them rolled over and over again, and Zhu Ziliu thought to himself: Junior Brother Li asked me to take the lead. First, it was to win a lottery, and second, it was to let the people of the world know that there was a successor of Emperor Nan. If I lost, it would not only waste my junior brother's efforts, but also shame the master. It seems that my Yangzhishu is really as my junior brother said. Facing the same master, he will not be able to win at all.

It turned out that Zhu Ziliu was extremely confident about this martial arts. Although Li Haoran made sense, he almost never had an opponent when using this martial arts. He gradually forgot Li Haoran's words that day. He suddenly remembered it and regretted it.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from my ears, and I heard: "As the heart is clear, the sky is not shocked; it is like a sword but not a sword, like a book but not a book, there is intention in my heart, there is no move in my hand, the flowing clouds and water, the shape is the second, the meaning is the main. A yang finger in the left hand, and the action is the action."

Zhu Ziliu was secretly shocked and thought to himself, "Junior Brother Li is young and has learned the skill of "transmitting the sound into secret". Did he ask me to use the sword technique and calligraphy with the same method as the auxiliary, and the shape is the second, and the meaning is the main method. It's wonderful! Is this the so-called sword intent?"

At this moment, my heart was relieved, and I smiled loudly, turned my pen into a sword, held my breath and concentrated my mind, my steps were calm, and my sword was light and sharp, and every move of attack and defense was not lost. The Duan family's sword technique opened and closed, and it was concentrated and respected. Even in the extremely light and elegant sword moves, it still did not lose its kingly aura.

When Huo Du saw him turning into a sword, he felt relieved. He slapped his right sleeve and handed it out continuously. His fan technique was also extremely elegant. The two of them fought each other, which seemed very chic.

After fighting dozens of moves like this, Zhu Ziliu breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: Boy, do you think my skills are poor? This is just to stabilize you. After thinking about it, I raised my internal strength to the extreme, and changed the sword style in my hand to a heavy pen, just like thousands of cold rain coming across the sky.

Huo Du was shocked, swung his fan to block it, and retreated repeatedly. Suddenly, Zhu Ziliu let out a long roar, and his whole body rose into the air. His pen condensed, making a throwing momentum, and stabbed directly at Huo Du's face. Huo Du closed the fan and focused his mind to lift it. Unexpectedly, the pen was weak and he immediately swept away. He thought it was not good and he tried to retreat desperately, but it was too late.

Zhu Ziliu's index finger on his left hand urged his strength, and a yang finger broke through the air, and more than ten fingers were successively launched, making a series of moves. Huo could not resist it, and he felt his knees numb and soft, and he knelt on the ground, his face was completely bloodless.

Zhu Ziliu thought of Li Haoran's order, laughed and put a few more fingers into it. Even when he was able to control his big holes with both hands, Huo Du's folding fan fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, and several steel nails slid out of the fan bone. Under the fire, the nails were glowing with a blue light, which seemed to be extremely poisonous.

Zhu Ziliu was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking: If it weren't for the junior brother's reminder, I'm afraid I would have really been caught. This kid is really not good at character. After thinking about it, he didn't care about Huo Du and walked back to Guo Jing and others on his own.

The heroes in the Central Plains cheered and cheered, and everyone was angry at the brutality of the Mongolians. At this moment, Zhu Ziliu won the first competition and his morale was booming.

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Zhu, your martial arts that contain calligraphy are really powerful." Guo Jing also cheered happily. Although their martial arts skills are strong, their knowledge is far inferior to Li Haoran and Duan Susu. So he didn't know Zhu Ziliu's predicament just now.

Zhu Zi Liu's face turned red and said, "Shame, ashamed, if it weren't for Junior Brother Li's help, I'm probably the one who defeated him." He was open-minded and did not hide it from these familiar people.

Everyone looked at Li Haoran in surprise. They couldn't think of how he helped Zhu Ziliu defeat Huo Du, because they didn't hear Li Haoran speak.

Duan Susu smiled gently and explained: "Ran'er used the method of 'speaking to secretly send the sound' to remind Uncle Zhu that this mouth enters the other ear. If it were not for the intention of the performer, others would naturally not hear it."

Only then did everyone realize that they admire Li Haoran's ability. Duan Susu was overjoyed when she saw that Li Haoran was valued so much by everyone, and said, "This is just a trick, nothing."

At this time, Darba stepped forward and tapped Huo Du a few times, but could not untie the acupoints. He couldn't help but be stunned, but the stupid man had a stupid way, so he simply carried Huo Du away. Such actions caused a burst of laughter. The King of Golden Wheel glared at Darba and took action on his own, but he couldn't even untie it. In anger, he simply let it go.

Li Haoran thought to himself: Although Huo Du is not a good person, he is also the best translator. After thinking about it, he floated over and pointed out Huo Du's acupoints from afar, and turned around on his own.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King looked solemn and stared at Li Haoran tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Huang Rong shouted: "When we are the Central Plains martial arts world, I wonder if you have any objections?"

Huo Du's face was ashamed, and after thinking for a long time, he said sadly: "I lost in this time. In the next battle, my senior brother Darba will take action. Which hero of your side will come out to give advice?"

Darba took out a weapon from under the big red cassock. It was a thick and long golden pestle, which was as long as four times. The pestle head was as thick as a bowl, and it was shining with golden light, as if cast from pure gold. He walked to the scene, threw the pestle upwards, put his hands together, saluting the heroes. The pestle fell down and thumped a few bluestones. The pestle body sank into the ground, and there was almost no golden pestle. This shows its weight. The heroes secretly talked, and they could not have imagined that the tall and thin monk had such arm strength. The weapon was associated with his martial arts, and the heroes couldn't help but worry.

Huang Rong was worried and couldn't help looking at Li Haoran and said, "Brother Li, this monk has very strong arms. I wonder who you want to fight?"

Li Haoran looked at Yang Guo, then looked at Xiaolongnu, thinking to himself: Yang Guo's martial arts skills have almost doubled compared to when he went down the mountain, and there is no problem with dealing with this idiot. Maybe Darba would even recognize Yang Guo as his senior brother, so which one should Xiaolongnu deal with? He glanced at the other party and immediately had an idea, so he said, "Brother Yang, come. This monk has enough strength and lacks agility. Go and drag him to death."

Yang Guo smiled and said, "It's okay to ask me to take action, but my martial arts lies in swordsmanship. Now I don't have a suitable weapon, but it's trouble."

Li Haoran said, "This is no problem, just take my Lingyan Sword." After saying that, he took the sword from the strange-looking Lu Wushuang's hand and handed it to Yang Guo.

He pulled out the sword, but he felt a flash of light everywhere, and the blade was crystal clear and flowing, like a gurgling water. Yang Guo looked obsessed with his expression, caressing the blade, as if he was stroking his lover's face. He was a sword learner, so he naturally knew that Lingyan Jian was a sharp blade of a magic weapon.

Li Haoran laughed and scolded: "Boy, this is my sword, not the face of a little girl. I want to find your dragon girl."

Everyone looked strange, Huang Rong and Cheng Huang blushed and cursed in their hearts. As for Duan Susu, they were used to it, but Lu Wushuang couldn't help it and laughed out loud. The person involved, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, had already blushed with shame. As for Quanzhen's third son, Guo Jing, Zhu Ziliu and others, they wanted to laugh and felt embarrassed to laugh.

Yang Guo was depressed, but he really loved the sword, so he shouted: "Brother, how about we bet? If I win that monk, you will give me the sword as a reward. What do you think? You can't use the sword anyway."

Li Haoran looked at Duan Susu with a nervous look and cursed with a smile: "The Lingyan Sword is the first gift that Sister Susu gave me. It means a lot to me, but I can't give it to you. But I will definitely give you a magic weapon that is no less than the Lingyan Sword."

Yang Guo retorted and smiled, "Oh, I understand, it turned out to be a token of love. You gave it to me, and I dare not ask for it, otherwise I wouldn't know how to die. Brother, don't forget, you owe me a sword."

Li Haoran smiled and said, "If you win, I will naturally give you a sword. That monk is not a weak hand, you can do it yourself." He thought to himself, don't you like a sword? At worst, you can take the time to walk to the sword tomb and dig the black iron heavy sword to give it to you. Anyway, you are destined to be the master of the heavy sword.
Chapter completed!