Surprise Hotel

Xia Nuo understood Lu Xing's meaning, and the two of them smiled at each other, with a humble expression in their smiles, as she saw Li Hentian and frowned.

Lu Xing first returned to the inn under the mountain to rest, and there was a martial arts competition in the afternoon.

Xia Nuo and Li Hentian sneaked into the hinterland of the Hidden Sword Villa, bypassing the defense, and mixed into the area where disciples of various sects were eating and resting.

"Senior Brother Qiu, against a ranger in the afternoon, you will definitely win easily. Why are you so cautious for lunch and eat more." Several Wudang disciples walked by with their dinner plates, and finally sat down at a table.

"No, eating too much can easily cause discomfort. My stomach is not good. Master told me to eat less and more meals, not too greasy." On Qiu Ya's dinner plate, there was only a white steamed bun, a vegetarian vegetable, and a bowl of soup.

"It's okay, I'll give you the chicken drumsticks, I wish my brother a great victory!"

"Thank you, brother, for your kindness, I really can't eat more." Qiu Ya took the chicken legs back.

Xia Nuo and Li Hentian, hiding on the sloping eaves, happened to see this scene and sighed by coincidence in their hearts.

The two exchanged glances, Li Hentian took out a copper plate, and flicked the copper plate with his finger.

The copper plate flew out and stabbed firmly into the wooden floor behind Qiu Ya, leaving only half of it outside.Qiu Ya was attracted by the sudden noise and went to pick the copper plate.

Xia Nuo took the opportunity to take out the small pills from the bottle and flick them into Qiuya's soup. No one noticed this process because everyone was looking at the copper plate.

"Where did the copper plate come from?" Qiu Ya was suspicious.

He looked up, but he didn't see any figures.At this time, Xia Nuo and Li Hentian had already escaped, and there was no trace of them.

Qiu Ya shook his head unclearly, put the copper plate into his sleeve, and then picked up the soup bowl on the table...

When Xia Nuo and Li Hentian returned to the inn, Lu Xing had already ordered the dishes and was waiting for them, and they were drinking slowly with a glass of sake.

Seeing the two entering the door, he patted the table and called for two wine glasses.

"There is a martial arts competition in the afternoon, dare to drink now?" Li Hentian asked with a smile.

"I dare not drink, it's all the courage you two gave me. As long as you prepare for me, I will be fine even if I get drunk." Lu Xing pushed the glass over, "You said, right?"

Xia Nuo smiled and took the wine glass and nodded in response, "Yes, everything is done. The next step is to see if Zhao Wuji has cheated you."

"Don't worry, the medicine is absolutely reliable." Lu Xing said with a smirk, "I tried it secretly for his teaching disciple, and that person hasn't left the hut yet."

"It's really bad." Li Hentian frowned.

"This is called trickery." Lu Xing raised his eyebrows, "What is the real quagmire, intrigue and deceit, the organs are all. As for all the heroic and courageous, happy and enmity, they are all appearances. We are just in this chaotic river and lake. , Work hard to save your life, and do it first."

Although it sounded a bit high-sounding, the three knew that this was indeed the case.When those so-called decent sects were playing tricks behind their backs, they didn't talk about the morality and pride of the martial arts at all.

Just like this kendo tournament, it can be seen from the first match that all the disciples are going to beat the famous players in order to win the game.

So knowing that they will be targeted sooner or later, trying to prevent them from harming themselves is not a fault.

"The ultimate goal is still to get what we want. Jiang Qingyue is now guarding the sword god's relics. Stealing and robbing are impossible. The best way is to win the kendo tournament." Xianuo said while pouring the wine.

Lu Xing looked at her eyes, and seemed to understand another meaning from it.

and many more!

The mission instruction of the temple messenger is to hand over the sword body relic to the person who should get it, that is, to help the sword to be passed on.If he gets the leader of the Kendo Conference, then he is the one who should get the inheritance!

In this way, the task is complete!

Thinking about it this way, the task is much simpler and straightforward——

win!

"I will do my best to win!" Lu Xing raised his glass.

Xia Nu and Li Hentian also raised their cups, and Xia Nuo blinked at him, "Look at it this afternoon."

The sake is not intoxicating, and the three of Lu Xing drank a pot.After eating some food, return to Tibetan Sword Villa.

After the lunch break, the martial arts arena at Yishan Sword Field started again.

"The kendo tournament advances to the competition and officially begins!" Elder Lu Changqing announced loudly with a hammer in his hand.

The rules for the promotion match were changed to one-on-one matches, and the winner entered the second round of the match.

More small arenas in Yishan Sword Field are opened, and those who surrender or fall out of the field will lose.

The contestants are in place one by one, and the atmosphere in this round is much more tense than the previous round.

The heads of the seats are also staring at the people on the court, gearing up.

These are the elites under their own sect, and after a wave of elimination in the initial competition, the remaining leaders.

Among these people, the largest proportion is of course the Tibetan Sword Villa and Wudang School disciples.

Yue Qianxiong, who had always exaggerated and said that his disciple was excellent, had a much lower arrogance at this time, and he had only five disciples in this competition.

When Lu Xing appeared, he was the only one in the ring.

He looked around and looked around, making sure that Qiu Ya did not show up, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Wudang's Qingfeng Daoist saw such a scene, naturally wondering in his heart.He truly remembered that it was his disciple who fought against the disciple of the Tibetan Sword Villa, but he was nowhere to be seen this time.

Escape?

If the apprentice is so persuaded, there is no place for his old face!

So the old man Qingfeng beckoned and called the boy on the side, "Go and check, who is against this Lu Shaoxia."

The child left as ordered and returned soon.

"Master, Master Qiu is playing against him."

"What about the others?" The old Qingfeng man was suspicious, but Qiu Ya, an inner disciple, was invincible among the younger generation and would never be able to back down!

So, what is going on?

"Back to Master, Master Qiu...he has diarrhea." The boy said in a low voice, for fear that others would hear a joke.

"Why at this time..." The old man Qingfeng thumped the armrest of the seat with anger.

According to the rules of the contest, if Qiu Ya fails to appear in the ring within a quarter of an hour, it will be considered as abstention.

If that were the case, this face would be lost.

This stinky boy, who usually asks him to regulate his stomach, unexpectedly went wrong this time!

"Master, Master Qiu is here!" The boy suddenly pointed to the crowd excitedly.

I saw Qiu Ya running out of the crowd with a sallow face, but before he could be on the ring, his stomach began to turn over again.

He fart and almost brought out the chaotic thing in his stomach.

Qiu Malian subconsciously clamped his thighs, covered his face with long sleeves, and ran away with his butt.

"Master, Master Qiu has gone to the hut again..." The boy said disappointedly.

Old Qingfeng's face turned green, and he patted his thigh with hatred of iron and steel.

"Don't make it, don't make it!"