The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the north peak of Canglan Mountain

A luxurious observation tower has been built on the top of the North Peak, which is enough to accommodate nearly 500 people to watch the battle.

The leaders of the major sects in the martial arts, as well as the highly respected disciples in the sect, are eagerly waiting for this duel.

From the North Peak to the duel site, there is a dragon's back. Above the 300-meter dragon ridge, the two who were about to start a duel stood with swords, and the battle was about to begin.

"Come on, come on, the last chance to bet!"

There are also many people from all corners of the world standing outside the North Peak Observation Building. They come from small schools, or no family, and they come up just to watch the fun, or to make a bet and bet a happy one.

Qin Ye, a martial arts prodigy who was once praised as the heaven and the earth, will face off against He Junxin, the direct disciple of the sword demon who is unremarkable.

Who can win?

"I'm optimistic about Qin Ye. After all, the young genius has been famous for many years. Although his reputation is not very good, his strength is still there."

"Forget it. His master's martial arts were stolen, and he's not much better. Most of the time, it's actually hard to match his reputation. Don't look at He Junxin's low profile, he's the apprentice of the Sword Demon, and I'm optimistic about him."

"He Junxin has no record of fighting with Jianghu people at all. Even if he learns it, he has no experience. I'm optimistic about Qin Ye."

"Looking at Qin Ye's many concessions this year, I know that most of his martial arts are also blown out. It's not much better. I congratulate you!"

Originally, there were many people who bet on Qin Ye, but in the past two years he has been burdened by his family and his reputation is not very good, and everyone has lost the trust and respect in the past.

In the current situation, at the gambling table, Qin Ye and He Junxin were evenly divided, and they had a tie.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

There were too many people watching the game, and some of them became impatient.

While they were chatting, a dazzling silver light flashed, and the duel between Qin Ye and He Junxin began! !

People jumped and leaped on the peaks of small places, with handsome movements and valiant appearances.

The silver light flickered, the sharp swords staggered, and the crisp sound of the swords connecting echoed in the mountains.

Sword energy whistled in the mountains, and across a dragon's ridge, people in the rivers and lakes could sense the sharp sword intent of the master.

The Jianghu people who were still commenting just now shut their mouths. They understand that no matter the outcome of this duel, the martial arts realm of the two cannot be judged by themselves.

They greedily watched the master's tricks, and they didn't dare to blink. They are eager to learn a trick and a half for themselves, for fear of missing something crucial in the blink of an eye.

"In the past, this old man used to discuss swords with He Zhao. Heaven's will of swordsmanship pays attention to taking advantage of the situation, and the ultimate realm is the fusion of heaven, earth, and human beings. Qin Ye has already reached the realm of unity of human and sword at a young age. His swordsmanship is rigorous and rigorous. Concise, without a single bit of excess, sharp and clean, sword qi like rainbow , a little more precipitation."

"The Taoist priest is merciful." They understood that the faint targeting of Qin Ye by these big parties in the rivers and lakes was about to end.

"He Junxin, the apprentice of the sword demon Nie Qingfeng. He follows the evil way of 'everything in the world is for my use', which is exactly in line with the swordsmanship of Heaven." The white-bearded old Taoist continued to comment: "His swordsmanship is the most violent and the most yin. Soft, minimal and extremely complicated, he uses the sword as he pleases, and his control of the sword has reached the realm of a master.”

To be honest, many people do not understand or understand the comments of the Wulin leader. But they all knew that Qin Ye and He Junxin, the two young people, had already surpassed most of the people present in their martial arts, so they could only secretly admire them.

*

At noon, the scorching sun hangs high.

The battle between He Junxin and Qin Ye had been going on for almost half an hour, and the winner had not yet been decided.

"Jun Xin, do you want to continue?" Qin Ye asked.

He was very tired, his physical strength was at the limit, and his mood became irritable as the battle progressed.

"This is not a fight between you and me, but a showdown between Tianyi Villa and the Xuanji faction. Of course, the winner must be decided!" He Jun said sharply.

When people of equal strength engage in a tug-of-war, the skills, swordsmanship, physical strength, and stamina are all just a mentality.

Qin Ye's mentality was already chaotic, but He Jun's heart was still as calm as water.

He Junxin's attack became more and more ruthless. Qin Ye's physical strength reached the limit, and he was gradually unable to resist He Junxin's sword moves.

Qin Ye couldn't understand why He Junxin became stronger the more he fought, he didn't seem to have any consumption at all.

As his physical strength approached zero, Qin Ye's fighting spirit gradually subsided.

He didn't want to stand on the opposite side of He Junxin, he didn't want to fight like this.

Why do they have to decide the winner and loser? Why do they have to fight for the grievances of the previous generation?

The heart is confused, and the sword in his hand is also confused.

He Junxin saw the gap, and stabbed with a quick, accurate, and ruthless sword, shoving the sword in Qin Ye's hand into the air.

The sword formed an arc in the air, and immediately fell from Zhanwang Peak, disappearing without a trace.

He Junxin's sword was aimed at Qin Ye's throat.

The battle is over.

"You lost." He Jun announced the result coldly.

"I lost, I am convinced." Qin Ye sighed.

He obviously lost the duel and lost his dignity, but at this moment, in his eyes, he only had the sharp and piercing beauty of He Junxin's sword.

Qin Ye was completely distraught and hopeless.

He Junxin took the sword, and he said, "You can go. From now on, Tianyi Villa and I, Xuanji, will send the well water not to violate the river water."

Qin Ye smiled bitterly and could only agree.

This is already the best ending.

*

At the end of the much-anticipated competition, Xuanji sent He Junxin to win, and the world became famous.

Although Qin Ye lost the game, a high-level match also proved his strength.

The monks descended the mountain in groups, still talking about the duel just now.

This fight is destined to become a legend of the rivers and lakes.

Smart people can naturally learn from the battles of masters, while those who are not smart can only pass on gossip or make up some **** stories.

The seniors of the martial arts alliance took Qin Ye into their eyes again. Last year, when He Zhao fell from power, they were also a little bit colder towards Qin Ye. But since Qin Ye has such a skill, he once again aroused the idea of ​​these seniors.

At the same time, they also kept an eye on He Junxin. This is the only direct disciple of Sword Demon Nie Qingfeng, and he must be vigilant in the future.

Jianghu people are fast, and the lively Canglan Mountain quickly returned to calm.

He Junxin was still at Zanwang Peak, reminiscing about the battle just now.

Tianyi Mountain Villa's cultivation method is exactly opposite to Hua Shen Gong. Compared with the two, he has a little understanding, but unfortunately he can't grasp it.

"Young master, there is a situation." Xiuyun waited for the duel to end before going up to Zanwang Peak.

"Caught?" He Junxin asked.

"Caught!" Xiuyun said.

He Jun thought: "Then let's go, let's go and see."

Xiuyun led the way, and He Junxin followed the girl who was close to him and walked down to Wangfeng Peak.

They did not descend from the North Peak via the Dragon's Backbone, but took another steep mountain road to the mid-mountain of Zanwang Peak.

The disciples of the Xuanji faction waited for a man who was pierced by an arrow into a hedgehog with long swords in hand. The man had few breaths left, but no one dared to relax their vigilance.

The man was seriously injured but with a smile on his face, he was unhurriedly drawing an arrow to heal himself. Seeing He Junxin, a resentful expression appeared on his calm face.

This person was He Zhao. He was ambushed and injured.

Xiuyun moved a stool, and He Junxin sat in front of the man and said lightly:

"I guessed that you were going to do damage and let people be ambushed early. You really came, and you didn't let the brothers wait in vain."

"I should strangle you when you were born!" He Zhao scolded.

He Junxin ignored the curse of incompetence, he asked: "Blow up a mountain and wipe out all the heroes of the martial arts, what do you think?"

He knew that He Zhao had a later move, but he killed everyone in Jianghu and blamed him and Qin Ye... This was too much.

Knowing the plan, he had people ambushed here early on. No matter how powerful a master was, he couldn't dodge a thousand arrows, so He Zhao was shot into a hedgehog.

"How do you know my plan?" He Zhao was puzzled, he was obviously doing it very secretly.

"You don't need to know this." He Junxin kept it secret.

The news came naturally from the cheap mother Liu Mengyao.

After receiving many letters for help from Liu Mengyao's flying pigeons, He Jun still tried to save people after thinking about it, and helped Liu Mengyao and his two cheap sisters escape from Tianyi Villa.

Of course, he didn't suffer from Notre Dame's disease, and this rescue was clearly marked with a price.

He got enough information from Liu Mengyao as a reward, and it was also the way to take the lead.

But there is no need to tell He Zhao about this.

"Hehehe, just one step away!" He Zhao was still not convinced.

He was one step closer to success.

Next time, next time, make sure to make the perfect plan!

At that time, Xuanji faction, Nie Qingfeng, He Junxin, and Qin Ye will not have any good fruit to eat!

"There is no next time!" He Jun said coldly, his eyes were as cold and fierce as swords.

He Junxin slapped He Zhaotian Linggai with his palm, and clasped the acupoints on his head with his five fingers. He mobilized the magic power and drained He Zhao's power from his body!

"You... He Junxin... ah ah ah!!"

He Zhao howled in pain.

"I can't do anything either, who made your practice so evil, it can only be like this." He Jun thought.

Hua Shen Gong should not be used in this way, but now the situation is special.

He Zhao has been plundering all kinds of rare martial arts for decades, and he doesn't know whether he has gone into the devil or really invented such an evil martial arts. Feminine, vicious, extremely resilient, the more hurt the stronger. It can make him recover quickly under heavy trauma and enhance his power. As long as there is this exercise to protect the body, no matter how serious the injury is, it can become an opportunity to make him stronger.

If you want to completely solve He Zhao, you can only drain his inner strength.

After spending half a cup of tea, He Zhao's internal strength was completely drained, and his body also showed old age and became fragile.

He murmured and seemed to say something, but He Junxin was not interested in listening.

"Goodbye." He Jun said in his heart.

He decisively stabbed the sword into He Zhao's heart, ending his life.

*

After finishing He Zhao's life and confirming that he did not have the ability to bring him back to life, He Junxin and Xiuyun went down the mountain with Xuanji's disciples.

Master Nie Qingfeng was waiting at the foot of the mountain, and her bright face rarely showed a trace of worry.

"Will you blame me?" Nie Qingfeng asked.

If she does it, she can easily destroy He Zhao. But because he was worried about the reputation of the Xuanji faction, he chose to let go of his hatred and let him go. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was He Jun's heart-warming hand.

When she accepted He Junxin as her apprentice, she did intend to slap He Zhao in the face, but now she has come to this point where father and son can kill each other, she really didn't expect it. Nie Qingfeng was also a little uncomfortable. She was actually worried that her apprentice would be separated from her.

"How come?" He Junxin smiled.

Master thinks too much.

He regarded He Zhao as an ordinary martial arts scourge.

If He Zhao's conspiracy hadn't been discovered, the more than 500 people who watched the battle from Beifeng would have died today. Those who don't take and prepare other people's lives, and those who easily trample and manipulate other people's lives, are not worthy of living.

Who knows if He Zhao is left alive again, what kind of calamity can he cause.

What is the difference between who will do it for the people?

"That's good." Nie Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the apprentice did not misunderstand her.

"Master, let's go back. I have some insights today, and I want to discuss it carefully." He Jun thought.

"Let's hear it." Nie Qingfeng became interested.

The matter of He Zhao was quickly forgotten by the master and the apprentice, and the two entered into a very serious and solemn martial arts discussion.

*

Three years later, the mature Zhu He finally stepped out of the surrounding area of ​​Rongcheng and roamed the rivers and lakes alone.

Now he is no longer the rookie who made friends with everyone by throwing money at the bill.

Be low-key along the way, see more and say less, and try not to cause trouble.

Entering the new town, he quickly went to Guanghe Building to meet with the disciples of the Xuanji faction in a low-key manner.

On the second floor, Zhu He found a good place to listen to gossip and get information.

"Qin Ye entered Zhengyiguan, he has become a monk, do you know?"

"The Heaven's Will Villa now exists in name only, and this ending is embarrassing."

"Just watching Niubi Laodao showed his appreciation for Qin Ye three years ago when he competed on Wangfeng Peak. It is not unusual for Qin Ye to join."

"What about his wives?"

"Hey, if those wives hadn't fought to the death, Qin Ye probably wouldn't have become a monk."

"Hey, it's really a drought, a drought, and a flood."

Zhu He covered his mouth and smiled. Three years later, Qin Ye's gossip is still more eye-catching than his extraordinary martial arts. In contrast, when it comes to his senior brother He Junxin, everyone should praise him as a superb master. If it weren't for the fact that there was a mother on the top of his head, I'm afraid that the current He Junxin would be crowned as "the best in the world".

"It's useless for Qin Ye to join Zhengyiguan at this time. The position of the veteran martial arts leader cannot be kept."

"Yes, the leader of the alliance is elected every five years. Nie Qingfeng's momentum in recent years has been very strong."

"Who do you think will be in charge of the Xuanji faction in the future? Is it He Junxin or the prince? Will there be a fight?"

"Although the prince's martial arts is not as good as He Junxin's, he has made friends in all corners of the world, and he is a corporal of courtesy and kindness.

...

Zhu He spit out a sip of wine, and he choked.

What a good friend, a corporal of courtesy, in the words of his senior brother, he was a boy who was taken advantage of and scattered.

I don't even know how the embarrassment of Jianghu people came to him, and what is it about him fighting for power with his senior brother?

He is not that high in martial arts, nor is he that smart, nor is he that kind of heart.

The one who will take over the Xuanji faction in the future will of course be his senior brother He Junxin, who voted for his senior brother.

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The stalk of this little world of martial arts has been stored in my mind for many years, and finally I wrote it. This little world story is simple, but fun to write.

The next world goes back to the present day and writes the story of a graduating female idol. (Graduation means leaving the girl group, or going solo or quitting the circle.)