Although the outside world is very enthusiastic about the viewing ceremony of Shushan, few people are very enthusiastic about the assessment of the entry-level external disciples this year in this breakthrough competition.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the nine peaks hanging high in the air.

A simple platform was set up at the entrance of Qianxue Hall, and the people from Sui'an Pavilion could see the platform through the window on the second floor. The disciples simply placed a few tables and placed tea. As long as they paid a small amount of silver, they could watch the game in real time.

There were a lot of people in front of the window, but most of them were disciples who had bets more and had a lot of wealth.

Qin Ziguan also sat at the table, picked up the exquisite porcelain at hand - a teacup he brought himself. The edge of the cup was inlaid with a golden silk thread, and a red carp at the bottom of the cup appeared vividly. Pour the wine into the cup, and the red carp seemed to be alive. You could even see every scale on its body.

Qin Ziguan took a sip of wine and occupied a window. No one dared to touch this man's bad temper. Although he looked like this every day, he was depressed.

His eyes always saw the man, the man in the blue shirt with a kitten sleeping on his head and carrying a long sword on his back.

He didn't care about the fifty taels he bet on him. He mainly felt familiar with the aura of this person, and also had great enthusiasm for the sword on his back.

There were people standing around the platform, but they were all disciples. Who would have come to see these outer disciples make small fuss?

Even the cripple didn't come, but the girl who was as black as carbon was lying on the begonia begonia beside her, looking at her "apprentice" who had been there these days.

Xu Changan, Shen Wan and Wang Zihan stood on the side of the platform.

Wang Huihai is at Taizi Central Station.

Xu Changan was also surprised when he came on stage. He didn't expect that the shameless senior brother was the guardian of the gate. He subconsciously touched Xiaobai and thought of all the previous ones. Is this senior brother afraid of Xiaobai?

Xiaobai raised his eyelids and looked at the big man holding a black sword. He didn't care too much, so he turned his head and lay on Xu Changan's head again.

"Wang Huihai, today you are a guardian of the gate. You can remember your merits according to your performance. Merits can be exchanged for things in the inner gate, including elixirs and exercises." Ye Qianshu stood in front of the Qianxue Hall and announced this new regulation.

Wang Huihai was stunned.

"Does my 200 taels of silver be wasted?"

However, his eyes looked at Wang Tingsheng in the crowd. Wang Tingsheng was also quite nervous, but his eyes were full of threats when he looked at Wang Huihai.

Wang Huihai and Wang Tingsheng had a simple look at each other and looked at other places.

"Wang Huihai, since there are three battles with you and the rest time of each game is only one quarter of an hour, you can choose your opponent first."

Wang Huihai glanced at the three people on the stage with his eyes.

The three of them had no fear on their faces, but the people watching the battle around and those on the second floor of Sui'an Pavilion all mentioned their necks and eyes.

After all, this is a wheel battle, and those who fight first will definitely suffer losses. Those who suppress unpopularity like to bet on the targets they are selected later. There is still a little hope.

Wang Huihai looked at these three people, but couldn't make a decision.

It’s not because I’m worried about my opponent, but because I’m hesitating between merit and money, or whether it’s worth offending an inner disciple for merit.

He took a deep breath and pointed his fingers. There were waves of wailing sounds coming from upstairs and around the platform.

“Sheng

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Wan, I chose Shen Wan in the first battle."

The first most disciples who have been involved in unpopularity is Wang Zihan, and the second most is Chen Wan. As for Xu Changan, there are only four people who have suppressed him.

He himself and the disciple who followed him, the rest were Xu Changan and Qin Ziguan.

Chen Wan had no expression on his face, and walked out with an ordinary long sword, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother, I've offended you." As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wan stabbed him with a sword.

Wang Huihai waved the black giant sword and blocked the left and right, swinging freely. But the sunken ten thousand is like a breeze, elegant and agile.

The old disciples watching the game nodded. There were few sword skills as elegant as Shen Wan. Even if they were on the court, they might not be better than Shen Wan.

However, they are confident, and the final result is better than Chen Wan. After all, the deep gap in true qi and magic power is there. The flaws in magic power cannot be smoothed out with the flower stands in the moves, except for some special combat skills and skills.

Wang Huihai silently remembered the numbers. He could not perform too strongly, nor could he be too weak. If he was too strong, he would be seen if he deliberately lost to Wang Zihan or Xu Changan. He would be afraid that he would be directly banned from participating in the inner gate assessment.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six..." He silently said in his heart that he had to defeat Chen Wan within thirty moves.

He basically figured out Chen Wan's strength and posed no threat to himself. In his perception, Chen Wan was even weaker than Xu Changan who had opened twenty-eight orifices before.

He began to exert force, and Chen Wan slowly felt the pressure.

Each move and every move is gone without the freehand paintings before, and there is a slight stagnation feeling, just like when drinking water, there is a lot of mud and sand mixed in the water.

"Picking up heavy weights as if it were light." Ye Qianshu narrowed his eyes. Unexpectedly, the person who chose the passman actually mastered a trace of sword intent. It seemed that the new disciple this year was hanging.

"Junior brother, come back next year." Wang Huihai's voice came to Chen Wan's ears. Each move seemed slower, but Chen Wan couldn't breathe.

Seeing a sword light approaching him, Chen Wan hurriedly withdrew his sword to block it.

The lower abdomen suddenly felt pain, Chen Wan soared into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The long sword was just a false move. Seeing Chen Wan retreating his sword and returning, Wang Huihai bullied himself and kicked Chen Wan's lower abdomen.

Chen Wan lay on the ground with her lower abdomen in her arms, curled up in a ball.

He didn't expect that he would be defeated so easily, and waves of dizziness came from his mind.

Suddenly, the scriptures left by the Ranger Chen appeared in his mind again. The true energy in his body was involuntarily circulated, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Chen Wan slapped his hands on the ground and stood up.

Although Wang Huihai was a little surprised, he didn't pay much attention and stabbed straight with a sword. Chen Wan stood there motionless.

Wang Huihai didn't care at all, and he didn't think that Chen Wan had any ability to resist at this moment, and he didn't kill this sword.

“It’s too big…”

"Don't the new disciples this year know how to live or die?" Around the surroundings, the discussion sounded.

Suddenly, Chen Wan squatted down and turned sideways. The black sword did not pierce him, but just stretched out his hair bun.

Chen Wan disheveled his hair and raised his head suddenly.

Wang Huihai saw a pair of blood-red eyes, and his eyes were facing each other.

Chen Wan suddenly let out a roar like a wild beast, and directly reached out to grab the black sword that stabbed him.

The disciples below seemed to see it

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The scene of fingers flying across and blood splattering everywhere subconsciously closed their eyes.

Qin Ziguan was immediately excited, but he didn't expect that this new disciple is not simple.

Chen Cheng, who was standing next to Ye Qianshu, was about to take action, but he didn't expect Ye Qianshu to hold his shoulder.

When everyone came to their senses and looked at the stage, the imagined blood splattered everywhere did not appear. Chen Wan's hand was left with blood and grabbed the black big sword. Wang Huihai was half-squatting, bowing his waist, and the long sword in Chen Wan's right hand pierced into Wang Huihai's lower abdomen.

Blood was overflowing from the corner of Wang Huihai's mouth.

Looking at Chen Wan incredibly.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body was uncontrollable and seemed to be rushing towards the other party. He also saw Chen Wan stretching out his scarlet tongue and licking the corner of his mouth.

Just like those demons who killed people, a trace of blood could arouse their excitement. Chen Wan was like a demon who had just killed hundreds of people, extremely excited.

At that moment, Wang Huihai felt as if he was in a bloody ocean, and he seemed to be integrated into them, violent and cold, but he could not take any strength.

In just a moment, when he came to his senses, he only saw the smiling expression and the red eyes.

And the long sword that had pierced into his lower abdomen, although the wound was not deep.

But that feeling of indifference remained in my heart. It seemed that I was being targeted by a bloodthirsty ancient beast. The hair on my body stood up and the back was wet.

Chen Wan himself didn't know what was going on.

A feeling of powerlessness came, and the red in his eyes slowly faded away.

I tilted my head, loosened my hands, and fainted.

Only Wang Huihai, who was holding a long sword in his right hand and covering the wound with his left hand, was left with a dull face.

Chen Cheng naturally noticed Chen Wan's strangeness and wanted to say the word "demon". His shoulders sank and Ye Qianshu pressed them down hard.

He couldn't say a word at all.

The long sword on Xu Changan's back trembled constantly. If he hadn't been pressed tightly with Xiaobai, Fen would have flew out long ago.

The moment Chen Wan fell down, the long sword on his back also stopped.

Xu Changan wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sword was really powerful.

I was also worried that the sword would fly out suddenly.

Ye Qianshu looked at Chen Wan deeply, and someone immediately came to lift Chen Wan down.

"The first game, Shen Wansheng."

After hearing these words, Wang Huihai realized that he was just...losing, many of his tricks were useless, just...losing.

He lowered his head dejectedly and dragged the black sword off the stage.

Ye Qianshu looked at him, frowned and announced, "The next game, one hour later."

The disciples around them didn't care why Chen Wan was so impatient that they won. They only knew that they had won a lot of money.

There were cheers coming from the audience and Sui'an Pavilion.

Only when Wang Huihai sat not far away, he knew why he lost. As long as Chen Wan's long sword was gently handed forward, he became a useless person.

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