Mistress, I am a real gentleman

Miejue Shitai looked at Huang Rong with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Guo." Miejue Shitai said disappointedly, "The poor nun failed your expectations."

"It's important for the teacher to heal his wounds, as long as he's fine." Huang Rong comforted her.

Calculated in this way, the Southern Song Dynasty has already lost two rounds.

There are two more games, and they will win another game anyway.

"We lost this time." Huang Rong said, "Please send a sixth candidate."

Lin Pingzhi picked up the Yitian sword on the ground, came to Miejue Shitai's side, and handed the Yitian sword to Zhou Zhiruo.

"Thank you, Mr. Mingyue." Miejue Shitai felt a little ashamed, for Mr. Mingyue watched such a shameful scene.

"Master is too big." Lin Pingzhi said, "If you fight him directly with the Yitian sword, you still have a chance to win, but you fought with him earlier, and you suffered internal injuries first, and then you can hurt him with your sword. He is already very rare, please ask the teacher to rest well, a loss is nothing."

"Thank you, Mr. Mingyue, for your comfort." Miejue Shitai said.

At this time, the Mongolian side has already come to the sixth candidate to participate in the war.

"Let's see the next competition first." Lin Pingzhi said.

Juejue Shitai nodded, and also looked towards the field.

This sixth person is none other than the blood knife ancestor.

"I am the ancestor of the blood knife, who do you send up to die!" the ancestor of the blood knife clamored.

His arrogant tone provoked other martial artists from the Southern Song Dynasty to curse angrily.

Song Yuanqiao knew it was time for him to make a move, so he looked at Huang Rong.

"Mrs. Guo." Song Yuanqiao said, "Song will definitely do her best."

"Excuse me, Song Daxia." Huang Rong leaned forward and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure how to deal with that black-clothed swordsman."

"Yeah." Song Yuanqiao nodded and walked towards the stage.

Behind him, there is a handsome young man whose attire also belongs to the Wudang school. He is Song Yuanqiao's son Song Qingshu.

"Father, be more careful!" Song Qingshu shouted.

Lin Pingzhi looked sideways at Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu happened to see Lin Pingzhi too.

He smiled towards Lin Pingzhi, and looked at Lin Pingzhi with admiration.

It turns out that Song Qingshu was quite sunny and handsome before he became black, Lin Pingzhi thought.

Song Yuanqiao had already walked in front of the Blood Knife Patriarch.

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao, please enlighten me." Song Yuanqiao said politely.

This is Zhang Sanfeng's teaching to them, they must be polite before fighting with others.

"Hmph! So it's from the Wudang sect." The ancestor of Xuedao said disdainfully, "I don't know if Zhang Sanfeng is really that powerful."

These words immediately angered everyone.

Wudang Master Zhang, in the eyes of many martial arts people, is a god-like existence, standing upright from a high mountain.

By saying this, the Blood Knife Patriarch undoubtedly slandered Zhang Zhenren in front of his admirers and made them very angry.

Song Yuanqiao's face changed, and he looked at the blood knife ancestor with anger.

"The name of the master, you can actually mention it, a cunning villain!" Song Yuanqiao angrily scolded.

"Tsk, I'd like to see how promising you, a Wudang disciple, can be!" Said the Blood Knife Patriarch sarcastically.

"Humph!"

Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly, and with a "clang" sound the long sword was unsheathed.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's sword coming out, Patriarch Xuedao showed a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

With a "clang", the swords collided.

Song Yuanqiao was directly forced back by the ancestor of the blood knife.

He was astonished, but he was destined not to retreat in this battle.

Lin Pingzhi could see the gap between the blood knife patriarch and Song Yuanqiao from their first fight.

Although Song Yuanqiao's martial arts is good, he is regarded as a first-class expert in the Jianghu, and he is upright, and he is Zhang Sanfeng's big disciple, so he can be said to be famous in the Jianghu.

But the blood knife ancestor's knife skills are tricky and ruthless.

Every knife was aimed at Song Yuanqiao's vitals.

If things go on like this, as long as the ancestor of the blood knife finds a loophole, Song Yuanqiao can be defeated with one blow.

And Song Yuanqiao's every strike is to hurt him, not to kill him, so he is destined not to win against the blood knife ancestor.

The battle in the field was very fierce.

Li Hongqu ran to Lin Pingzhi's side, first nodded to Xiaolongnv and Ling Shuanghua to say hello.

"Master Mingyue." Li Hongqu called Lin Pingzhi, "Who do you think can win, Song Daxia or that blood knife ancestor?"

Lin Pingzhi frowned, it seemed that Li Hongqu also realized something was wrong.

Otherwise, you probably wouldn't have come to ask yourself.

"As you think." Lin Pingzhi said.

Li Hongqu froze for a moment.

As she thought, doesn't that mean Song Daxia lost?

"Then what should we do?" Li Hongqu meant the last scene.

Lin Pingzhi fell silent.

The last match was Huang Rong's fight against the swordsman in black.

It is obvious that the swordsman in black can be placed in the finale, so he must not be the strongest in martial arts, but he is definitely very strong.

Huang Rong's martial arts can only be said to be good, and she is no match for the black-clothed swordsman at all.

"Let's take one step at a time." Lin Pingzhi said with a wry smile.

If Huang Rong was really injured, he would definitely save her.

Even if he tried his best to be punished by the system, he would not sit idly by.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao had obviously fallen into a disadvantage.

"Song, don't hold on." The ancestor of Xuedao sneered, "If you don't admit defeat, be careful that Grandpa will chop you with a knife."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Yuanqiao gritted his teeth and shouted.

He was indeed struggling a bit, and he was concentrating on defending against the attack of the ancestor of the blood knife.

All of Song Yuanqiao's previous attacks were blocked by the Blood Knife Patriarch.

Now that the ancestor of the blood knife launched an offensive, Song Yuanqiao was exhausted to resist, and there was no way to find an opportunity to fight back from it.

"Hmph! You're so stubborn!" The Blood Knife Patriarch snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then go to die."

The blood knife in the hands of the ancestor of the blood knife cut directly towards Song Yuanqiao's lower body.

Song Yuanqiao quickly resisted with his sword.

But immediately after, the ancestor of the blood knife went straight up.

Song Yuanqiao didn't react for a while, his chest was cut open.

"Father!" Song Qingshu hurriedly rushed out.

Huang Rong knew that there was nothing she could do, and Song Yuanqiao had already tried her best.

"Stop!" Huang Rong shouted, "This sixth game, we lost."

Hearing Huang Rong admit defeat, the ancestor of Xuedao didn't continue to chase Song Yuanqiao.

With the help of Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao returned to the crowd of Wudang faction.

Lin Pingzhi quickly took out the system's golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao's bleeding stopped quickly.

Fortunately, Lin Pingzhi was there, otherwise, Song Yuanqiao might have died because of excessive bleeding.

The ancestor of Xuedao looked at Huang Rong, his eyes were full of obscenity and evil.

Feeling the eyes of the blood knife ancestor, Huang Rong felt uncomfortable all over.

"Old Blood Knife, we have already lost the sixth round, why don't you go down and let your seventh round come up?" Huang Rong asked.

The blood knife ancestor had no choice but to turn around and go down.

The seventh man of Mongolia is on the field.

"Fu Hongxue." The black-clothed swordsman Fu Hongxue gave his name, "Who's coming?"