My magic weapons are all rule-based

The figures of Meng Gao and Gao fighting in the light curtain on the square are still going on.

The music has disappeared, leaving only the sound of magic and swords fighting.

However, the movements of both of them have slowed down, and they are afraid of wasting a little energy even when talking.

Xu Shan also returned to his seat leisurely and watched the game quietly.

As soon as he sat down, people around him asked: "Dean Xu, who do you think will win between your two disciples?"

Xu Shan was full of doubts: "Everyone, isn't this obvious? Can't you see it?"

Sun Yuanzheng sighed: "It's obvious, but your disciples obviously don't play by the rules. Who knows if they will use any tricks?"

"That's right, that's right. Your two disciples can't be judged by common sense. It's really hard to tell who will win."

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any tricks. Just watch." Xu Shan suppressed his emotions and continued to watch the game.

In fact, in terms of strength competition, the fight between the two had a result before it started.

Meng Xianye will definitely lose!

Leng Xiaohe was at the same level as him, and was hit by the backlash of the blood oath, so his condition was extremely bad.

On the other hand, Gao Yifan was just fighting in the crowd, deliberately taking a few swords and lying down among the corpses of the beasts to fake his death and escape.

Although he had been fighting at a high intensity and his mental state was not good, his overall strength was definitely higher than Meng Xianye.

Meng Xianye was just gambling, betting that the other party was not as good as himself.

But as soon as they fought, it was obvious that he knew that the bet was wrong, and now he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to back down.

Even if there were some tricks to be performed, Gao Yifan would never give him this opportunity!

As expected by Xu Shan.

Just after more than ten breaths of kung fu, Meng Xianye was hit hard in the chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Gao Yifan's image was definitely not good, and he suffered several sword wounds on his body, but he could still stand.

He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Meng Xianye: "Robber my supplies? You are still a little naive. Have you admitted defeat? Hand over the things on you."

Meng Xianye lay in the water and coughed a few times, and said with difficulty: "I admit defeat... The things are on me, come and take them yourself."

"Don't play tricks on me, you can still move, throw it to me."

"I can't move, believe it or not, come and take it yourself."

Gao Yifan still had a sneer on his face and began to move towards Leng Xiaohe.

Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, Leng Xiaohe panicked: "No, brother, I don't have anything on me. I'm afraid of losing it, so I put it all with my wife."

"I don't think you have anything on you." Gao Yifan looked down at Leng Xiaohe and smiled, "Go and help me check if he has any supplies."

After Gao Yifan finished speaking, he lifted Leng Xiaohe and smashed it towards Meng Xianye.

"I.... Ouch!"

"Fuck!"

The two of them wailed at the same time, and Meng Xianye fainted on the ground with black eyes.

Leng Xiaohe groped Meng Xianye's body, cursing: "You are such beasts! Can't you just admit defeat after the result? You are still playing tricks here."

After groping around for a while, Leng Xiaohe said: "He doesn't have any supplies on him."

"Come back, I don't trust you, let me check." Gao Yifan raised the tip of his sword.

Leng Xiaohe had no choice but to turn around and crawl towards him.

Gao Yifan began to search him, but after searching twice without any results, he frowned and picked up Leng Xiaohe and threw him at Meng Xianye.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

The two screamed at the same time, and Meng Xianye's eyes went black this time...

"Pretend! Pretend to die! Shameless thing!" Gao Yifan cursed and stepped forward, pushed Leng Xiaohe aside, and began to search him personally.

After searching for a while, he found an offensive talisman from Meng Xianye's palm, and a storage bag from his chest.

Leng Xiaohe climbed up with the help of Meng Xianye, staring at Gao Yifan with a face full of resentment.

"Old Gao, we are acquaintances, is it necessary to be like this?"

"You are the ones who are unkind first, and all the good things have been ruined by me!"

Gao Yifan turned around and walked away, took two steps and stopped, and threw the storage bag he had just seized into the water.

His voice was cold: "I just want to prove that it is not that I can't win, but now I don't want to play anymore! You are unkind, but I can't be unjust. I leave this rag to you. I don't care. You can compete however you want. The White Crane Sect withdraws from the competition."

"Really withdraw?" Leng Xiaohe shouted behind him.

Unfortunately, Gao Yifan had no intention of replying, and his staggering back gradually disappeared in the woods.

Leng Xiaohe grinned, crawled to the storage bag, and hurriedly picked it up to check.

He glanced at it, threw the storage bag far away, and cursed in the direction where Gao Yifan disappeared.

"You are empty-handed, why are you pretending to be generous!"

Leng Xiaohe sat quietly for a while in the mess, shook his head and laughed and stood up.

As he was about to leave, he saw a figure coming from the forest.

His face suddenly became serious, and he pounced on Meng Xianye like a vicious dog.

He picked up the magic sword on the ground and put it across Meng Xianye's neck.

"Stop!" A delicate rebuke came from afar.

Facing the newcomer, Leng Xiaohe smiled: "Oh? I remember this senior sister is from Taichu Sect, right?"

"Where is Peng Jiang?" Chang Xia threatened coldly with a sword, "Let him go!"

She was knocked unconscious by Peng Jiang, and immediately rushed to rescue him after she woke up.

When she arrived at the scene, the situation seemed different from what she had imagined.

There was no trace of Peng Jiang, only the disciples of Lingxiao Sect and Meng Xianye.

There was no time to think about what was going on. The junior brother was in his hands now, and he was still breathing, so he had to rescue him first.

"What's your name, Senior Sister?"

"Chang Xia."

Leng Xiaohe scanned Chang Xia's figure and habitually showed a spring breeze smile.

"It is often said that beautiful women are hard to find, and Xia Ying's figure is even more extraordinary... Senior Sister is so charming, my name is Leng Xiaohe."

"Stop talking to me with sweet words! Let Meng Xianye go!" Chang Xia shouted harshly.

"You can let him go, but you have to wait a little longer. When my sect's people come back, you and Meng Xianye can go." Leng Xiaohe said, "Now you are the only one, I am worried."

"When your people come back, how can my junior brother and I survive?" Chang Xia stared at Leng Xiaohe and moved forward lightly.

Leng Xiaohe quietly passed a wisp of spiritual power to Meng Xianye's back, saying:

"Stop... It's just a game. Xianye and I are from the same school of Lijia Village. I won't harm him, and I will definitely let him go. But if you force me... Don't blame me for being rude."

"Sister... Just believe him... It's come to this point, he will still give me this face." Meng Xianye woke up slowly, and he heard the conversation between the two in a weak consciousness, and interrupted in a vague tone.

Seeing that Meng Xianye could still speak, Chang Xia was surprised and said: "Junior brother, how are you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I won't die."

"Where is Peng Jiang?"

"Brother Peng was knocked unconscious by me, he should be not far from here."

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