New Return of the Pearl: The Group's Pet Swallow Flies

No one knew or noticed Ertai's secret joy. At this time, everyone was sitting on the flowered cloth under a big tree, chatting and laughing.

When Benjamin heard everyone's praise, he smiled modestly, but Anyaxin looked at him with admiration.

She knew he was a good painter, but she didn't expect him to be so good. It took her only half an hour. She watched him use the charcoal pencil to outline the beauty of nature with just a few strokes, and then use a few more strokes to depict the lively scenes of brothers and sisters riding horses and playing. The more she watched, the more she admired him. Her heart beat faster and she felt that she had made the right choice for him. He was really good enough.

The girl's admiring eyes fell on him from time to time, which made the humble Benjamin's lips curl up and he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. Although he never had the idea of ​​showing off, as a man, who doesn't want the person he likes to see his excellent side? Especially when this woman is the girl he has made up his mind to marry.

The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and a group of people sat under a big tree to enjoy the cool breeze, feeling the warm wind on their faces, and spending their leisure time with their relatives and friends around them.

"Let me tell you, the horse race just now was so exciting!" Liu Hong proudly told Xiaoyanzi and Ziwei about her match with Luo Junchen, "I won by luck, and now he owes me a request!"

Xiaoyanzi and Ziwei couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and praised Liu Hong for her prowess. Luo Junchen, who was standing by, caught a glimpse of Liu Hong's smiling face, and a hint of smile flashed in his eyes, but he didn't interrupt her boasting. Occasionally, when their voices were too loud, Luo Junchen would smile and agree, "Yes, Liu Hong's riding skills are indeed good, slightly better."

At the same time, Qianyue and Liu Qing were facing each other from a distance. When their eyes met, they smiled at each other and then continued chatting with the people around them. The atmosphere between them was relaxed and happy, as if there was a tacit understanding that only they understood. This tacit understanding allowed them to understand each other's intentions in silent communication without words.

Yongqi glanced at his brothers, who were all laughing and chatting happily, and his eyes would occasionally fall on the well-educated girl. She had the mischievousness of Xiaoyanzi, as well as the dignity and intelligence of Ziwei and Qing'er. She was really a unique woman. Her presence made him feel both familiar and strange, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

Mu Yunzhi did not notice Yongqi's gaze, she was concentrating on listening to Liu Hong telling her interesting stories about horse racing. She was attracted by the plot of the story, bursting into laughter from time to time, and was completely immersed in it.

Everyone spent most of the day chatting and laughing, until near noon, when Xiaoyanzi finally suggested that everyone exchange martial arts. As for tomorrow's martial arts conference, no one had ever participated in it, so they decided to sign up randomly and go and have a look.

Everyone nodded in agreement and quickly divided into two teams, male and female. Everyone in the men's team had unique skills and strong martial arts, and their strength should not be underestimated. On the women's team, only Xiaoyanzi, Liuhong, Anyaxin and Qianyue had excellent martial arts. As for Ziwei, Qing'er and Muyun, they only knew some basic martial arts, which was far from enough to go on stage to compete with others, let alone participate in such a high-level event as the martial arts conference.

In order to be fair, Ziwei, Qing'er and Mu Yunzhi took the initiative to choose not to participate in this competition. Therefore, the remaining eleven people - Yongqi, Erkang, Ertai, Benjamin, Xiaofeng, Liuqing, Luo Junchen, Xiaoyanzi, Liuhong, Anyaxin and Qianyue, will decide their opponents by drawing lots.

So the question is, where do the lots come from? This is not a formal competition, so there are no specially made lots. Ziwei suddenly had an idea and picked up eleven grass roots of different lengths from the ground and used them as a tool for drawing lots.

Ziwei and the other two proposed a unique round-robin system. In the first round, the eleven players drew lots first, and the person who drew the shortest grass root could directly have a bye round, and wait for the other ten players to finish playing, and then the remaining five players would draw lots again with the bye player.

In the second round, there are no more byes, and the remaining six players will play against each other in pairs to determine the final three winners. Finally, these three winners will compete against each other until the final winner is determined.

Ziwei and the others had heard about this competition rule from Grandpa Lin. Although it was simple, it could ensure the fairness and fun of the competition. However, compared with the real martial arts conference, this competition was smaller in scale and had a limited number of participants. But for them, this small competition was enough for them to enjoy the fun.

After the rules were set, everyone's enthusiasm was ignited, and they were full of anticipation for this competition, as if they were at a martial arts conference. Ziwei, Qing'er and Mu Yunzhi found ten grass roots of similar length and cut one of them short as a mark. On the other side, Xiaoyanzi, Liuhong, Qianyue and Anyaxin, four girls, were already eager to try. They looked at the men opposite with firm eyes, full of fighting spirit and determination, as if they were going to use all their strength to defeat their opponents and prove that women can also make achievements in martial arts.

A group of men stood in a row, looking at the few girls on the opposite side. These girls were petite and beautiful, and although they knew that these girls were not ordinary weak women, but experienced and weathered female warriors, they still couldn't help worrying in their hearts, fearing that they would hit them too hard and hurt them by mistake.

However, even though they had such thoughts in their hearts, they did not dare to show it, let alone show the slightest sympathy or leniency. After all, this competition was related to tomorrow's martial arts conference, and they were eager to test the girls' martial arts strength.

However, the most important thing right now is who among the eleven of them will be the lucky one and who will be lucky enough to get a bye.

The eleven people began to draw lots according to the order of their standing positions: Yongqi, Erkang, Ertai, Benjamin, Xiao Feng, Luo Junchen, Liu Qing, Liu Hong, Xiaoyanzi, Anyaxin, and Qianyue.

After a while, everyone stared at the grass roots in their hands, waiting for Ziwei to speak and ask everyone to show their grass roots. Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the shortest one among them.

Surprisingly, the shortest grass root was actually held in the hands of a burly and strong man, who was Yongqi.

Yongqi looked down at the short grass root in his hand, his face darkened slightly, and he secretly complained in his heart. He couldn't help but say, "I don't want this kind of free advantage, and I don't want to be this so-called lucky guy. Whoever wants this grass root can take it, or give it to those girls."

Yongqi was about to hand the grass root to Xiaoyanzi, but Xiaoyanzi shook her head to refuse. She even glared at Yongqi indignantly and said unhappily: "You don't want it, so why should I? Humph, I wanted to have a real fight with you guys!"

Yongqi sighed helplessly and turned his gaze to Anyaxin, Liuhong, Qianyue and others, hoping to find someone willing to take over. However, what he got was their angry eyes. Obviously, no one was willing to accept this "luck".

Yongqi was in an awkward situation holding the lucky lottery. At this time, Erkang Ertai and the others laughed at his short and small roots, which made him feel very depressed.

Although everyone could tell that they were talking about grassroots, Yongqi felt something was wrong. He always felt that they were mocking him, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He was so angry that his face turned red, and he had no way to reason.

The grown men looked at each other and couldn't help laughing, showing a knowing smile.

The girls were a little confused. They didn't understand why the men suddenly laughed, but they didn't dare to ask, so they could only watch silently.

Xiaoyanzi couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "These men are really strange, why do they all smile so strangely?" However, she was still very excited when she thought about having a big fight with her brothers soon. After all, such opportunities are rare! Xiaoyanzi was eager to try, with a gleam of anticipation in her eyes.

Yongqi stepped aside with a depressed look on his face, and stood with Ziwei and others, ready to watch Xiaoyanzi and the others' competition. The remaining ten contestants lined up in a row, and Xiaoyanzi proposed to decide the order of the competition by pairing black and white.

After a quarter of an hour of fierce competition, five groups of competitors were finally determined: Xiaoyanzi vs. Erkang, Liu Hong vs. Luo Junchen, Benjamin vs. Qianyue, Ertai vs. Anyaxin, and Liu Qing vs. Xiao Feng. The rules of victory and defeat are also very simple. Two people fight against each other, and whoever is hit first loses. The loser has to perform a talent.

As for the order of appearance, it was up to the contestants to decide whoever wanted to go on stage first. So, the two men, Liu Qing and Xiao Feng, went on stage first. The others sat under the tree, watching the competition intently.

Yongqi, the lucky guy, volunteered to be the referee and stood by and waited for the two to get ready. When he saw that they were ready, he shouted, "Start!"

Liu Qing and Xiao Feng stood face to face. Before the fight started, they smiled and showed courtesy to each other. However, as Yong Qi gave the order, their eyes suddenly became sharp and tense, as if they had turned into two ferocious beasts.

Xiao Feng knew that Liu Qing was a disciple of the mysterious Condor Hero, and that his martial arts skills must be extraordinary. Even though he was the son of Jiangnan's number one hero, Xiao Zhihang, and had learned martial arts from his father since childhood, and later ventured into the martial arts world on his own, it was hard to predict who would win the contest against Liu Qing, who was also a disciple of the hero.

The use of weapons was allowed in this competition, and in order to seize the initiative, Xiao Feng held the family sword passed down by his father and attacked Liu Qing directly. However, Liu Qing easily waved the sword specially made for him by his master, and resolved Xiao Feng's attacks one by one.

The two of them exchanged dozens of moves, their swords were as violent as a storm, making it hard to keep up. Despite the many changes in their moves, the gap between their strengths could still be clearly seen.

Everyone only saw Xiao Feng's fierce moves, and each move was full of murderous intent, which made Liu Qing completely passive. Although Liu Qing had good martial arts skills, due to his lack of practical experience, he seemed a little hesitant and even a little timid every time he made a move. In contrast, Xiao Feng seemed to be at ease. His moves were not only fierce, but also full of changes, making it difficult to predict.

At this critical moment, Xiao Feng swung the sword in his hand as fast as a whirlwind. His speed was astonishing and his sword skills were as dense as a storm, making it difficult to breathe.

Seeing this, Liu Qing couldn't help feeling a little flustered, but he quickly remembered what his master had taught him, so he forced himself to calm down and fixed his eyes on the sword in Xiao Feng's hand, trying to find a flaw in it.

However, Xiao Feng had been in the martial arts world for many years, and he knew how to not leave any opportunities for his opponent, so he seemed to be very comfortable when wielding his sword, not giving Liu Qing any chance at all. He approached Liu Qing step by step, while also carefully observing the flaws of the other party.

Suddenly, a look of determination flashed in Liu Qing's eyes. He ignored his own safety and rushed towards Xiao Feng in an almost desperate manner. The sword in his hand swung rapidly, stabbing straight at Xiao Feng like lightning. Although the tip of the sword was slightly deflected for a moment after colliding with Xiao Feng's rapidly rotating sword, it was enough to break Xiao Feng's offensive.

Xiao Feng was secretly shocked. He never expected that Liu Qing would suddenly use such a move. He immediately realized that he had to make adjustments quickly, otherwise he might be hit by Liu Qing. So, he leaned his body slightly to the right, while waving the long sword in his hand, trying to block Liu Qing's attack to protect himself from harm.

After the initial discomfort, Liu Qing started a fierce confrontation with Xiao Feng for half a quarter of an hour. As time went on, he gradually integrated the martial arts he had learned and became more and more handy in the confrontation with Xiao Feng. After all, his master was the mysterious Divine Condor Hero, who had taught him a lot of teachings and experience, enough for him to deal with various situations. The reason why he was caught off guard just now was because he had not anticipated Xiao Feng's attack method, which led to his failure to react in time.

Xiao Feng was keenly aware that Liu Qing's speed was increasing and his sword swings were becoming more and more fierce. He knew that Liu Qing had accumulated some experience in fighting enemies and was gradually adapting to the rhythm of the battle. Faced with this situation, he remained calm and did not panic. In the duel with Liu Qing, he was just more vigilant and always ready to deal with the opponent's possible attacks.

The two fought back and forth for another quarter of an hour. Xiaoyanzi and the others watched with great interest, talking from time to time about who was faster and who had more strength. They enjoyed the show very much.

"Wow! This is so exciting!" Little Swallow clapped her hands excitedly.

Ziwei watched intently, with admiration in her eyes: "They are all so skilled!"

Erkang, Yongqi and others were also watching intently, discussing the two men's moves and techniques in low voices from time to time.

Another quarter of an hour passed before the winner was finally decided. Xiao Feng's sword was slightly faster and hit Liu Qing's shoulder.

Liu Qing's sword was aimed at Xiao Feng's waist, just slightly off the mark.

Although Liu Qing felt a little annoyed that he had brought shame to his master, he also understood that he had failed due to his lack of experience.

He looked at Xiao Feng gratefully and said sincerely: "Thank you for letting me know my shortcomings."

Xiao Feng smiled and responded: "You're welcome, we are all from the martial arts world, and we can only improve by learning from each other."

This competition not only demonstrated the two men's superb swordsmanship, but also enhanced their friendship.