The ugly man looked at the man getting closer and closer, his face still calm, slowly drawing his sword, as if he was playing the piano and singing.

But when the tip of the knife left the scabbard, it was as if it was thunderous. The speed was so fast that it was completely impossible to see clearly. Everyone only felt their eyes shaking and they saw the blade appear above his head and held it in his hand.

The ugly man waved his sword, and a concise and solid sword shadow crossed the sky and fell down. The sword light burst into great light, dazzling, and everyone below raised their hands to cover it. The man's face changed suddenly, and the sword light flew out and collided with the sword shadow. The two intertwine, the sword light disintegrated without a trace, and the sword shadow continued to fall, and the height was determined.

The sword shadow covered the head, and the man waved his sword in panic to block it, but the next moment, he fell from the air, and the wide and heavy sword had already escaped, and he smashed heavily on the ground with the man. With a clang, the confidence in the man's heart was also gone.

On the third floor, Fang Xiaonian commented: "If you don't go out, you'll have it; if you go out, you'll have a big splash. This person's sword art is about to begin."

"This person is so strong, but he hasn't even entered the sect?" Zhou Yuan asked in confusion.

Fang Xiaonian smiled and nodded, "Not bad."

Zhou Yuan asked again: "What should we consider getting started?"

Fang Xiaonian picked up a peanut, broke it into two, and said, "With the knife just now, he can make the big man the same as this peanut, so he is considered to be the first to get started."

Zhou Yuan was stunned and watched Fang Xiaonian throw the two halves of peanuts into his mouth and chew them leisurely.

Below, the ugly man floated to the ground, put his knife into the sheath, and said to the man: "Stop fighting, I won you, it's just that I won you, it doesn't mean that the knife won the sword. I hope you can understand this."

The big man didn't say anything, just lowered his head. He originally wanted to show off his might, but he didn't want to fall into a big fuss and felt faceless.

Everyone else looked at the ugly man.

The eyes that fell on the man just now were all contempt, but at this moment, many people looked up to him. This man won both battles, and faced his opponent who was extremely humiliated before the battle, but he did not bully others with his power after the victory, and did not even have a sarcastic word. This demeanor alone is admirable enough. What's more, his words and deeds are moderate and convincing, and he does not regard himself as humble because of his ugly appearance. He is upright and open, and is a character.

However, the unconvinced sword cultivators still accounted for the majority. They looked at the ugly man and still disliked him very much, but they were afraid of the ugly man's strength and did not dare to jump out and fight with the ugly man. Instead, they looked around, hoping that someone else could come out to teach this ugly monster a lesson.

The ugly man turned around and left. He had just taken two steps, but suddenly flashed to the side. He saw a string of crystal wine falling where he was standing. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been poured on.

He and the others looked at the second floor. A man with extraordinary temperament sat in the railing, with his brocade clothes and jade belts, and he raised his empty wine glass, put it on the table, lifted the wine pot and poured another glass, and drank it slowly, as if the person who had just spilled the wine was not him, and he didn't care about everyone's eyes at all.

"What advice do you have?" asked the ugly man.

The handsome man on the second floor turned the wine glass in his hand, and didn't even look at the ugly man, and said indifferently:
Chapter completed!