Comprehensive Martial Arts: Starting the Game in Snow Moon City

Lei Wujie used his heart sword to resist and took two steps back with difficulty. Seeing that Lei Wujie was frequently in a weak position, Luo Mingxuan immediately became anxious.

He pointed at Lei Wujie's figure and said repeatedly.

"This, this, this... How come this little monk is so powerful?"

"I have clearly inquired about this little monk. He is just an unknown person. How come he is so powerful?"

Sikong Qianluo glared at Luo Mingxuan fiercely, tightened his grip on the gun, and resisted the urge to shoot Luo Mingxuan.

"Luo Mingxuan, why are you so unreliable? Why is it so difficult for me to ask you something?"

"Now, if Lei Wujie loses, it will all be because of your incompetence!"

Luo Mingxuan had an innocent expression on his face, but he didn't know what to say.

Xiao Se showed an expression of "as expected". He had long guessed that the person pushed out by the Tianshan Child-Fairy would not be a simple person.

But no one expected that Lei Wujie would fall into defeat so quickly. If this continued, the result of the competition would be obvious.

"It seems that there is indeed no miracle happening. However, this does not mean that Lei Wujie is weak. It only means that his opponent is very strong."

"It can't be helped. Ever since he came out, he has only encountered opponents stronger than him. It's just that this time, most people misjudged him."

After hearing this, Luo Mingxuan suddenly thought of something and his face immediately looked sad.

"Oh my god, I lost everything in my bet. I may lose all my money. I have never suffered such a terrible failure in all these years."

Luo Mingxuan was visibly depressed. He was already in a bad mood because he lost the competition, and now he didn't even have any money. What was the meaning of this life?

When he saw this, Lin Heng had probably determined the result of the competition. After watching for such a long time, he had had enough of the excitement.

It's nothing more than a fight between these young people, and it can't be improved upon.

Even if the disciples of Xueyue City lost, so what?

No matter whether they win or lose today, it cannot change the overall situation of the martial arts world, nor can it allow certain forces with ulterior motives to soar to the sky.

They just want to seek a balance and see what level the young people of Xueyue City can reach in the future.

Perhaps they have further plans, but such preparations are more important for the future, not the present.

So after Lin Heng thought all this through, he put the teacup aside, picked up the Mountain and River Sword in his hand, and stood up.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first. The Third City Lord and Elder Yin may stay here for a while, I won't keep you company."

Seeing that Lin Heng was about to leave, Sikong Changfeng quickly stood up and tried to stop him.

"Why is Xiaoyao Sword Immortal so anxious? They haven't come up with any results yet, and there are still many disciples from Snow Moon City who haven't made their debut yet!"

Lin Heng just smiled faintly and then shook his head.

"I have a certain ranking of their strengths in my mind, so even without watching, I have a rough idea of ​​where they can go."

"No matter who their opponent is, the person they really want to surpass is themselves. If they are complacent because their opponent is weak and win this competition, then what does it matter if they win?"

"When they meet a stronger master next time, they will lose again. It's just a matter of time."

"So no matter whether they win or lose, no one should be held back by this result. And I will definitely not look at them differently because of this result, so it doesn't make any difference to me whether I watch it or not."

After hearing this, Sikong Changfeng nodded immediately and understood what Lin Heng meant. In fact, what Lin Heng said was not wrong. Those disciples from Xueyue City who were able to come to Lin Heng were already considered elites.

In fact, regardless of winning or losing, their abilities have already been judged.

Besides, Lin Heng didn't seem to like such lively occasions. Many people had invited Lin Heng to participate in martial arts conferences before, but Lin Heng refused.

Now it seems that he is being patient by being willing to watch these competitions.

After Lin Heng left, the result of the competition came out. Lei Wujie indeed lost to Xu Zhu, although he lost with a very small disadvantage, but after all, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Lei Wujie also accepted defeat sincerely and bowed to Xu Zhu.

"Brother Xuzhu is truly a man of hidden talents. I never thought that you, at such a young age, could possess such profound inner strength. I am no match for you. I admit defeat this time."

"But I believe that sooner or later, I will win back fairly, so I hope you can wait for that day so that we can have another match."

Xu Zhu also quickly returned the gift to Lei Wujie. He also had a good impression of this little brother.

Most of the others who lost the competition were gloomy or holding a grudge. There were not many people like Lei Wujie who were open-minded and wanted to challenge others.

Xu Zhu also believed that such people would become more courageous as they faced more setbacks, and even if they encountered failure now, it would only be temporary.

"Brother Lei, you are so polite. In fact, your martial arts skills are enough to be proud of even in the eyes of the current generation. I am just a little lucky. In fact, I was able to win this time because of some luck."

"If we meet Brother Lei again next time, I'm afraid it won't be certain who will win or lose. I also hope that we can have a chance to fight again."

Seeing how friendly the two of them were, Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but nodded, and then asked the disciple from Xueyue City next to him, how much silver did Xiaoyao Sword Immortal ask them to deposit?

When he heard the amount of silver he won, Sikong Changfeng's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't help but clench his fist and pound it on the table.

"Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is indeed far-sighted. I was wondering how much money this could be, but I didn't expect it to give me such a surprise."

Yin Luoxia also looked at the ended battle with satisfaction.

"When Xiaoyao Sword Immortal sent people there, I also sent disciples to follow him. We made quite a bit of money this time."

"Of course, what makes me happiest is not owning those mundane things, but being able to win at the gambling table. Although Lei Wujie lost this time, a blessing in disguise."

"This may be his chance, and he doesn't seem to be dissatisfied. Since he has not changed his original intention, his sword will definitely achieve something. Sooner or later, they will be legends in the martial arts world."

Lei Wujie on the stage breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked off the stage. He looked at Xiao Se and Tang Lian with some guilt.

"Sorry, I still lost!"