Chapter 9

　The next morning, the East Camp martial arts arena was already crowded, because every battle between the top four in the martial arts examination was always quite exciting, except for the eighth year of Tianzheng, when the then martial arts champion Qin Wanjun defeated all the masters with almost no obstacles and won the first place with an overwhelming force, almost every battle between the top four was evenly matched. More importantly, the amount of money bet on the martial arts examination in major gambling houses in the capital was calculated in millions of taels. How many people became rich overnight, and how many people lost their fortunes overnight.

　　So when Pang Jun arrived at the martial arts arena, he was also frightened by the crowd present. He calmed himself down, walked into the passage of the martial arts arena and walked into the arena. When he was about to enter, a group of people walked by him. It seemed that something fell to the ground in the crowd. He looked down and saw that it was a silk scarf.

　　He picked up the scarf, turned around and asked, "Excuse me, whose things are missing?"

　　At this time, the crowd parted, and a beautiful woman walked out from the center of the crowd. She had picturesque eyebrows, a rosy and smooth face, and watery eyes, as if spring water was flowing in them. She was wearing a low-cut light yellow palace dress, and the two lumps of beautiful flesh on her chest were white and crystal clear, with an unfathomable ravine. What was even more tempting was that at the junction of her beautiful flesh and her tube top, there was a deep red area as wide as a chopstick.

　　She looked at Pang Jun with interest and asked, "You are Liu Jun?"

　　"If madam doesn't know any other Liu Jun, then I am that person. May I ask, is this the thing that madam missed?" Pang Jun raised the silk scarf in his hand.

　　"Keep it and return it to me next time you see me," said the beautiful woman.

　　"Madam, how did you know that we will meet again?" Pang Jun heard the implication in her words.

　　"Don't worry, we will see each other again soon." After saying that, the beautiful woman no longer paid attention to Pang Jun. She turned around and led her people out of the passage, leaving Pang Jun standing there alone, thinking about something.

　　Lin Rui, standing on the martial arts arena, looked at Pang Jun who was smiling the whole time, and said, "Brother Liu, my men told me that you have been using swordsmanship in all your matches. Yesterday, I watched your match and I saw that you have not used your full strength. You not only use swordsmanship, you also have more killer moves hidden."

　　Pang Jun smiled and said, "Brother Lin has a good eye, but whether I have a trump card or not depends on Brother Lin's methods. Judging from Brother Lin's performance yesterday, he is also a good hand at hiding his weaknesses."

　　Lin Rui laughed loudly: "Okay, Brother Liu is not bad either, let's have a good fight today, take it!"

　　After saying that, he pulled out the Soul-Breaking Twin Blades he was carrying, condensed 70% of his strength, pointed them at Pang Jun's upper and lower vital points, tearing through the air, the power of the blades was extraordinary.

　　Pang Jun did not dare to be negligent and his figure swayed. He knew that Lin Rui's double swords were flexible. No matter how well he used his sword, he would not be faster than him. He could only rely on his body skills to make up for it. The skills of Bu Tian Sheng Gong were relatively soft, and the external skills were relatively flexible and agile. Facing Lin Rui's high-speed double-edged slash, he was also at ease.

　　However, as the battle continued, Lin Rui's offensive became more and more fierce. Pang Jun now understood that Lin Rui's martial arts became more powerful the more he used them. The strong offensive in the early stage was to cover up his relatively weak defects in the early stage. At this time, many masters on the sidelines said unconsciously: "Lin Rui should win this time."

　　Yue Er, who was sitting on the sidelines, heard many masters say this, so she asked the middle-aged man next to her, "Uncle Li, I think they are evenly matched, right? Why do you say Liu Jun is doomed to fail? I think they are still evenly matched now."

　　The middle-aged man next to Yue'er replied, "Miss, it seems that they are evenly matched now, but from what I have seen of Lin Rui's martial arts, his moves are endless and his strength is constantly increasing. His fighting style becomes smoother and stronger the more he fights, while Liu Jun has been maintaining that level. If he continues like this, Liu Jun will definitely lose after thirty moves."

　　After hearing the middle-aged man's analysis, Yue'er frowned, clenched her fists, and the worry in her beautiful eyes was revealed. Seeing this, the middle-aged man frowned secretly and watched the battle on the field.

　　At this moment, the field was filled with sword energy and dust. The two figures kept fighting and separating, and the collision of the blades kept sparking sparks. Lin Rui's attack became more and more fierce, and each move was dangerous, while Pang Jun's figure became more and more agile and graceful.

　　Suddenly, Lin Rui's two blades were facing each other horizontally and went straight for Pang Jun's middle gate. Pang Jun blocked with his sword and planned to use his long sword to draw a circle to resolve the attack. However, when the sword circle was halfway drawn, Lin Rui twisted his wrist and changed from backhand to forehand. One of the blades blocked Pang Jun's long sword, and the other blade chopped Pang Jun's left arm. It was about to hit Pang Jun. Everyone present was very nervous, and Yue'er and Yue Siwan were terrified.

　　At this moment, Pang Jun suddenly let go, then slapped the hilt of the sword with his palm, and at the same time turned his body backwards, and the long sword hit straight down and hit the ground. The tip of the sword hit the floor, causing the long sword to bounce upwards and just hit Lin Rui's attacking right wrist. Lin Rui's right hand went numb, and he let out an "ah" and dropped the short blade in pain. At this time, Pang Jun's body turned halfway backwards, and his legs just kicked Lin Rui's lower abdomen, kicking him away. When Lin Rui recovered, the tip of the long sword was already against his neck.

　　"Qinzhou Liu Jun wins." Following the referee's decision, the audience cheered.

　　From dodging to counterattacking with the hilt of the sword to somersault and back kick, she did it all in one go. She used the hilt of the sword to eliminate the enemy's attack and make it lose its combat effectiveness, and then used her legs to add another blow. Her fighting method was like an antelope hanging on a horn, which made people applaud and make everyone present cheer continuously. Yue'er was even more excited.

　　Pang Jun bowed to Lin Rui and said, "Brother Lin, I'm grateful for your help."

　　Lin Rui also said generously: "Brother Liu is indeed a master. I am willing to admit that I am inferior to him."

　　The two men saluted each other, and the competition ended!

　　"Brother Liu!" Pang Jun was about to find a place to watch the match between Qin Yi and Yu Lingfeng when Yue'er called him, "Brother Liu, you were so amazing just now, especially the last move. What's its name?"

　　"That last move? Oh, you mean using the hilt of the sword and the flying kick to counterattack? That has no name. It's just a temporary way of defeating the enemy. It's not really a move." Pang Jun said with a smile.

　　"Ah? A sudden thought? In just a moment? How fast was your reaction?" Yue'er was so surprised that she opened her mouth. The round little hole made Pang Jun have a momentary impulse to insert his dick into this cute cherry mouth.

　　"Haha, fight with others more often and you will react." Since Pang Jun joined the Exiled Immortal Sect, he has to fight with sect members almost every ten days. After growing up, in order to improve his status in the sect, he continued to challenge masters. After being through hundreds of battles, he developed a natural reaction over time.

　　"How old are you? Why do you often fight with others at such a young age? Will your senior brothers and sisters give in to you?" Yue'er looked unconvinced. "Oh, by the way, where are you going? If you have time, accompany me to the West Market for a stroll."

　　Pang Jun shook his head: "No, I have another match to watch. My opponents tomorrow are them. I need to learn more about their martial arts. They are all masters. Watching their matches will benefit me no matter what."

　　Yue Er pouted and muttered, "Martial arts idiot," then she smiled again and said, "Okay, then I'll watch it with you."

　　Then she planned to take Pang Jun's arm and go with him.

　　However, Pang Jun stopped her. He shook his head and said to Yue'er, "Yue'er, you are still a young lady waiting to be married. Men and women should not have such close contact." He looked at the little girl in front of him who was only about ten years old, and glanced at the middle-aged man behind Yue'er. He knew that even if he didn't stop her, the middle-aged man would come forward to stop her.

　　Yue'er said angrily, "Why are you so pedantic?" But she still followed Pang Jun like a follower and sat next to him. The two players on the field were Qin Yi and Yu Lingfeng. Yue'er had no interest in them. She just watched the game absent-mindedly, occasionally stealing a glance at Pang Jun beside her.

　　Qin Yi's father is a veteran in the army. His martial arts emphasize speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, and he aims to kill with one blow. He wields a large military sword smoothly. He has neither the elegance of Yu Lingfeng nor the grace of Pang Jun, but each of his swords is fast and accurate. Yu Lingfeng is a disciple of a famous sect in the martial arts world. His martial arts were figured out by his master himself, and the actual combat effect is not as good as that honed on the battlefield. His usual actual combat is also to stop at the right time. It seems elegant as a painting, but in fact he is already a bit exhausted.

　　The two fought for the eightieth round. Yu Lingfeng made a desperate move and ignored Qin Yi's diagonal slash and went straight for the center of the body. Qin Yi's eyes flashed and he could only stop the attack and block with his sword. Yu Lingfeng didn't expect Qin Yi to be able to stop the attack and turn to defense at this time. His offensive momentum had reached its end and he was temporarily exhausted. Seeing this, Qin Yi actually held the saber in his hand and skillfully picked it up like a sword. With a "ding" sound, Yu Lingfeng's sword was picked up, and then the blade was placed on his body.

　　"Qin Yi of Jingzhou wins!" The winner has been decided.

　　Qin Yi put away his knife and bowed: "Brother Yu, thank you for giving me the upper hand." After saying that, he left, leaving Yu Lingfeng with a grim face.

　　In the afternoon, Pang Jun couldn't resist Yue'er's nagging and finally agreed to accompany her to stroll around the West Market for an afternoon. Yue'er originally wanted to send the middle-aged man away, but was stopped by Pang Jun. Pang Jun's behavior made the middle-aged man's face look much better, and he said goodbye and left until dinner time.

　　At night, somewhere in the capital, in a room, a middle-aged man stood in front of the window and asked as if talking to himself: "Have you found out?"

　　A voice sounded in the darkness: "Liu Jun, courtesy name Ziye, is sixteen years old this year. He is from Luoan, Qinzhou. He is the illegitimate son of Liu Fan, a wealthy family in Luoan. However, he has been smart since he was young, and he excels in both literature and martial arts. He is well-known in Luoan City. When he was eight years old, a Taoist priest came to his home, and Liu Jun worshipped him as his teacher to learn martial arts. He did not leave Luoan until he was fifteen years old. However, no one knows who the Taoist priest is. We only know that he is an old Taoist priest who travels around the world."

　　"Oh? An old Taoist priest who travels all over the world? Can you tell what kind of martial arts he has?"

　　"Forgive my poor eyesight, but Liu Jun's martial arts seem to be unpredictable, agile and graceful, and his moves are like an antelope hanging its horns, making it hard to defend against. According to him, as long as you practice more, you will understand it. But I think that if you don't have his quick wit, even if you practice more, you won't be so flexible."

　　"Well, what is his character like?"

　　"This boy is smart, polite, knows when to advance and when to retreat, and is very considerate of others, but he is a bit arrogant. He knows that the young lady is the daughter of a noble family, but he never bows down or flatters her. He still treats her as an equal as a good friend. I heard that the Luoan Liu family has a family tradition of poetry and literature. I guess his father taught him by example since he was a child? In addition, he bought two girls as maids a few days ago, but I observed that the two maids are still virgins. Maybe he bought them just out of compassion."

　　"Well, well, let's see how far Liu Jun can go."

　　"What about the lady?"

　　"Just follow him secretly and observe his performance."

　　"Yes, I obey your command."

　　In another part of the capital, at the Songshan garrison, Yue Siwan was naked, holding her underwear in her mouth. She was lying on the bed like a bitch, with her butt raised high. Yu Lingfeng was behind her, thrusting his cock, pumping her vagina madly, and slapping her butt from time to time, making both sides of her butt red and swollen. He murmured, "You look down on me, you all look down on me, I'll let you look down on me, you see, I'm going to fuck you to death, you bitch, let's see if you still dare to look down on me..."

　　Yue Siwan, who was under his crotch, endured the impact again and again. Her heart was no longer filled with sweetness as before, but was filled with great sorrow: My Liu Lang, where are you? I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore...