Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 222 No. 189

Ma Zhan wasn't quite confident. After a brief encounter at Baiquan Dongtian, he realized that Tang Anyue was much smarter than her clueless sister. But I disguised myself so well...

"No way, you must have seen it wrong."

Puyang Yingjun chuckled, "Brother Qinghu, I really admire you more and more. They are a pair of beauties. Keep up the good work."

Convinced, Ma Zhan slapped Puyang's handsome head. "Don't encourage me too much in the future."

Seeing that more and more people were breaking into the Cuiyun Corridor, Ma Zhan was too lazy to mess around with Puyang Yingjun and said, "You go first, I'll follow."

Puyang Yingjun glanced at He Ling with a lewd look, then looked at Ma Zhan and said, "Brother Qinghu, hurry up and take it down, come on..."

"I'm..."

Puyang Yingjun stepped on the "mistress" and didn't give Ma Zhan a chance to speak.

Ma Zhan pressed on with his pace, calculating that there were about a hundred of them when they arrived at Yitiantian.

Through the crack in the sky, a corner of the crystal platform can be vaguely seen, which means that the end of the first round of the competition has arrived.

A narrow passage of just a few dozen meters, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, caused the practitioners at the entrance to draw their weapons and engage in a fight.

Although there were conflicts on the bird path and the monkey path ahead, they were not as intense as these.

The finish line is right in front of us, with a gap that is only wide enough for one person to pass through. No one wants to give way, and no one can give way.

If they don't let you through, then squeeze in. If you can't squeeze through, then fight. Even if you win the fight, you may not be able to pass. You will have to continue fighting with the people following behind.

Ma Zhan looked at the entrance to Yixiantian. After more than ten minutes, only a few people had passed. Judging by the intensity of the fight, it would be hard for even a hundred people to pass standing. He simply sat down on the ground and watched the martial arts performance.

I have to say that the young men of Shu Kingdom are really good at fighting. They use all kinds of long and short weapons to fight back and forth, and their true energy and spiritual energy are booming. The only thing missing is laser lightning.

Ma Zhan was watching with great interest, and He Ling behind him was getting a little impatient. More and more people were passing through the narrow passage, and she didn't want to fail even the first round of the competition and return to Mount Emei in disgrace.

Ma Zhan seemed to be watching the show calmly, but he was actually counting the number of people passing through the narrow passage.

If we count the flying troops as 60 people, there are less than 120 people in total now. It’s still early, so let them fight for a while.

As more and more people passed by, He Ling became more and more anxious. She couldn't help but say, "Sir, we..."

"Go if you want to, no one's stopping you."

He Ling looked at the masked man and moved hesitantly towards the entrance of Yitiantian.

He Ling couldn't get close to the battle between multiple fifth-grade practitioners. She just moved to a closer position and watched the fight.

The sun had turned into a setting sun, and the entrance to the narrow passage was filled with people. Fortunately, no one had died; at most, they had been injured and temporarily unable to move, and not many were seriously injured.

He Ling carefully crossed the narrow gap. After watching the fight scene, Ma Zhan also stood up, patted his butt, and walked through the narrow gap.

Ma Zhan strolled in the sunset, admiring the scenery of Jianmen, and walked towards the crystal platform slowly.

Just as I reached the crystal stand, a woman's voice came, "Take out your license plate."

"Oh~" Ma Zhan took out the number plates that were distributed before the competition.

A woman in green took Ma Zhan's number plate and announced in a pleasant voice, "Number one hundred and eighty-nine, Ma Hu from Qingshui County, Liang State, first round of the competition, 189th place."

The woman, with her sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuded a heroic and powerful beauty. She handed a new license plate to Ma Zhan and spoke cheerfully.

"Number 189, change to number 189, you're playing pretty consistently."

Ma Zhan smiled and said, "I just like chatting with girls like you." "That's right, everything is under control."

The woman in green smiled brightly, not knowing whether the masked boy was bragging or making fun of himself, and her curiosity was piqued.

"Last place in the first round. One hundred and eighty-eight people were waiting for you. You're going to be famous, little brother."

Ma Zhan waved his hand and said, "Alas, I also want to keep a low profile, but my strength does not allow it."

The woman in green was cheerful to begin with, and after being teased by Ma Zhan, she burst into laughter.

Everyone on the crystal stage was stunned, wondering what this guy's relationship with the Green Sleeves Sword Master of Jiange was, as they were chatting so enthusiastically.

The woman in green seemed to sense something. She looked towards the narrow gap in the sky and said with a smile, "Little brother, you are not the last one. Look, he is."

Ma Zhan looked back and saw the strong man who had questioned the fairness of the competition on the sword-fighting field limping towards the crystal platform with a broken Zen stick.

"Sister, who is that guy? He dares to compete with me for the last place. I will beat him to death."

The woman in green pulled Ma Zhan and said, "Alright, little brother, go to the crystal platform quickly and don't fight with him."

Ma Zhan pretended to be serious and said, "Humph, for my sister's sake, I will spare his life for now."

"Hahahaha~ Okay, okay, thank you, sister."

"Qingshui County, Qinghu..." Liu Nange looked at the man wearing the silver mask and silently recited his name.

Recalling how he had just strolled leisurely towards the crystal platform, Liu Nange analyzed in his mind.

Either he was strong enough to easily defeat everyone remaining at the entrance to the narrow passage. Or, he didn't participate in the battle at all, but sat quietly on the sidelines, counting the number of people passing through the narrow passage, waiting for the battle to end.

If he was the last one to reach the narrow passage, he couldn't be so sure. He was among the first 200 people.

"Qingshui County... Do you know the man named Ma Zhan? He asked me to be his maid. Can you help me teach him a lesson..." He Ling looked at his savior, his thoughts racing.

Ma Zhan walked slowly towards the crystal platform. Many of the sword-wielding men looked at him with eyes that seemed a little strange. Puyang Yingjun pulled Ma Zhan over and whispered.

"Brother, I respect you more than anyone else. You're the first one who can get along so well with my Second Senior Sister."

Ma Zhan thought of the woman in green, and she winked at him. "Second Senior Sister? Your second senior sister? The Green Bamboo Sword Master, the one who made the list of both Wu Ping and Yan Zhi Ping?"

"Yes, in the Sword Pavilion, no other disciple can chat with her so happily."

Ma Zhan said doubtfully: "I think she is easy to talk to."

Puyang Yingjun explained: "Second Senior Sister has an open-minded temperament, but due to her strength and authority as the Sword Master, no one dares to joke with her.

You're the first man I've ever met who can make her laugh."

Ma Zhan laughed heartily: "That's because none of you male disciples of Jiange are good at making girls happy."

"Are you particularly good at making girls happy..."