The first top lady

"The second match will be fought by the White Pig Sect's representative."

Bai Su stepped out of the line and walked in front of Bai Zhu, "Master."

Bai Zhu, who was sitting on the far left of the first row, whispered, "Be careful about what you do."

"Yes."

On one side of the arena, a rack had been set up with two apples hanging from a string, and a basin of water was placed under each apple. On the other side, two guns were placed on a wooden table.

Bai Su walked up to the stage and said, "I want to compete with Miss Song in shooting. The one who falls into the water wins."

The arena was not very big, and the shooting distance of only ten meters was not a difficult task for those who knew how to shoot.

Bai Zhu was secretly thinking in his heart that he wanted to do a favor for Guan Qian so that Song Yixuan could win the competition smoothly.

Bai Su raised his pistol without hesitation and pulled the trigger. With the sound of a clear gunshot, the thin thread was instantly severed, but unexpectedly, the apple actually brushed the edge of the basin and rolled straight down to the arena.

Jing Rong immediately announced loudly: "The apple did not fall into the basin, the White Pig Sect will not score this time!"

Bai Su walked down the arena silently, expressionless, as if he had expected all this. Bai Zhu, who was sitting next to him, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he had expected this result.

At this time, the atmosphere was a little awkward. The host noticed that Song Yixuan was still sitting still, so he had to remind her, "Miss Song, it's your turn to go on stage."

Song Yixuan could see that the Baizhu Sect had made this competition so simple in order to give her a point. But what if she still couldn't win even with that?

Everyone's eyes were focused on the right side of the first row of the audience. Song Yixuan slowly stood up, walked to the stage step by step, walked across the stage step by step, and finally walked in front of the pistol.

This gun...

She hadn't touched it in a long time.

When everyone focused their attention on Song Yixuan on the stage, Qi Xian and Leng Yuyang took the opportunity to sneak into the audience seats of the martial arts arena.

The escape route outside Heilitang has been prepared. Once any unusual movement occurs, Qi Xian and Leng Yuyang will immediately contact Guan Qian and take people away in the chaos.

Qi Xian also wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of person this rumored "Miss Song" was.

Song Yixuan stood there steadily, her eyes fixed on the cold pistol on the table, but she seemed to be looking beyond the gun itself, staring at something farther away. Her figure was so lonely and sad, as if she was shrouded in endless sorrow and sadness.

She slowly raised her right arm, her fingers trembling slightly as she stretched forward, trying to touch the pistol. However, when her fingertips were about to touch the gun, she quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

Still not working?

Still can't get a gun?

A wave of despair surged into her heart. With deep self-doubt and a sense of powerlessness, Song Yixuan turned sideways, with her back to everything in the audience. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she lowered her head to look at her hands, which seemed to be trembling. Her brows were locked with worry, and tears were welling up.

At this moment, Guan Qian rushed onto the arena without warning, tightly grasped Song Yixuan's slightly trembling right hand, and pulled her into his arms. He gently stroked her back and whispered to her in comfort:

"It's okay to lose a Qiong Tianyu. Don't feel any psychological pressure. Didn't you say you wanted to have some fun? Then have some fun. Yi Xi... Yi Xi?"

Tears welled up in her eyes at this moment and slid down Song Yixuan's cheeks. She couldn't control her emotions, her brows were furrowed, and she choked and said, "But I can't keep doing this. I still have to catch Kou Shan and avenge my master."

At this moment, Guan Qian finally heard the true voice in Song Yixuan's heart, and for the first time felt her fragility and helplessness. He responded without hesitation: "Okay! From now on, I will be the gun in your hand. I will accompany you to catch Kou Shan, and we will avenge our master together. Okay?" He said firmly and gently.

The untold past is an eternal pain buried deep in Song Yixuan's heart.

The person who risked his life to protect him was not a god, but an ordinary person who also faced difficulties.

Guan Qian felt pain in his heart, if only a piece of jade could bring Song Yixuan a carefree smile.

It was very noisy off the court. Ding Tongyun watched Guan Qian hug Song Yixuan for so long that she was so angry that she kicked the chair in front of her.

The man in front was kicked to the ground, stood up angrily, raised his hand and slapped Ding Tongyun, cursing: "Are you sick?"

She was Lu Jianlan, the deputy leader of the Red Eagle Gang, and she did not sit with the deputy leader Ma Biao. The two of them had always been at odds with each other.

Ding Tongyun didn't expect that Lu Jianlan, the deputy leader of a gang, would sit here, so he had to take the slap.

Qi Xian and Leng Yuyang seemed particularly steady amidst the noise.

Leng Yuyang asked: "What do you think?"

Qi Xian stretched his legs and said, "She should be able to use a gun, and her shooting skills are pretty good. But I'm afraid that this step given by the Baizhu Sect will be wasted."

They also saw the intention of the White Pig Sect. But Song Yixuan could not fire this shot tonight.

"Hello, gang leaders, Master Jing, our leader is busy with important matters and cannot be here in person, so he specially sent me to deliver the competition questions." The person who came was Yu Qiao, a disciple of the Lanlu League.

The scene finally quieted down, and everyone waited with bated breath to see what questions the Blue Alliance would bring up.

"Master Jin." Yu Qiao greeted Guan Qian with a smile.

Guan Qian nodded in response.

Yu Qiao faced the audience and said, "Everyone in the Forbidden City knows that our leader has three hobbies: drinking, playing chess, and writing poetry. Although he couldn't come in person, he sent me to bring the three most precious things in his life, which were also the questions he personally set for tonight's competition."

He raised his hand to signal, and three more disciples of the Lanlu League came up to the stage, holding different things in their hands.

Ding Tongyun raised her lips in pride. She was very dissatisfied with the questions from the White Pig Sect because they were too simple. Just now she was worried that the Blue Thread Alliance had not shown up yet, and whether they wanted to let Song Yixian off. Now it seems that she was wrong. The Blue Thread Alliance either did not show up, or brought three questions directly when they showed up.

Song Yixuan, let me see how you can win this time?

She didn't win the previous two times. If she loses this round, the result of tonight's competition will be known.

The others were also a little shocked.

"The Blue Alliance asked three questions at once? How do we determine the winner?"

"And why didn't we see anyone from the Blue Alliance? It turns out they have a big trick up their sleeves and are planning to make a splash."

"Although the Blue Alliance usually keeps quiet and doesn't take action, they can always scare people at critical moments."

……

Jing Rong went on stage again, "Since Miss Song gave up the competition, then this second match will also be a draw." He then asked Yu Qiao, "Did Alliance Leader Lu explain the rules?"

Yu Qiao said, "Don't worry, Mr. Jing. Please don't worry, everyone." He took out a tablet and said, "Our leader will personally judge."

"Okay." Jing Rong turned around and walked off the stage.

Guan Qian stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the crystal clear tear from the corner of Song Yixuan's eyes. His voice was so gentle that it seemed to drip water, and he asked, "Do you want to continue?" At this point, he no longer cared about winning or losing.

"Of course!" Song Yixuan turned his head suddenly and stared at Guan Qian firmly, without any trace of the sadness in his expression just now. "You can go down."

Guan Qian quietly watched Song Yixuan walk towards the center of the stage step by step, his heart filled with sorrow and pain. He silently stepped aside and did not go down.

He thought to himself: "Yi Xian, this is a difficulty we all face together, not a battle you have to fight alone." So, how could he go down?