There are some things that no one would say to Mu Qingsong.
Some people are not qualified, and some people can't let go of this face. Just like Shang Jingtian, he would never tell Mu Qingsong that I am interested in business, not martial arts. He didn't even know how to give examples to try to convince Mu Qingsong.
People who have reached a certain level don't bother to say many things and don't bother to do many things.
Just like just now, Mu Qingsong said he wouldn't fight anymore. Even if Bai Wuxia wants to take action again, he will endure it and hold it back.
This is the self-esteem of the strong, the face of a big shot.
And these things are often more important than life.
Listening to Xiao Zheng's words, Ye Yuhua couldn't help but smile and nodded gently to express his appreciation.
Some people feel awkward the more you come into contact with them. The more you can find the shortcomings in him that you can't stand. So there was disagreement among colleagues. There is a conflict between husband and wife. Until the final job-hopping. Or divorce.
And there are some people that you will like more and more the more you look at them. So they achieve great things. Or they can help each other and raise eyebrows together.
In Ye Yuhua's eyes, Xiao Zheng grew fonder and warmer the more he looked at it.
This little guy is really different.
He's not worldly, but he's smart enough. Although he will become more and more comfortable with the superstructure for the foreseeable future. But even then, he was still a cute little guy.
A cold light flashed in Mu Qingsong's eyes, and he slowly raised his head, staring at Xiao Zheng for a moment: "You told me this, do you want to tell me - are they afraid of me? Afraid of being beaten to death by me? Or are you hinting? Are they as timid as mice and vulnerable to attack?"
Xiao Zheng heard this and gave up his final statement.
He no longer does any unnecessary persuasion. Instead, he drew out the blade with smooth movements.
The blade appears and the cold light rises.
The majestic killing intent spurted out!
Talking is useless, then fight!
You have reason to persuade Li Jing to retreat, and even suppress Bai Wuxia as a victor.
What about me
How can you suppress me
Xiao Zheng drew out his blade, and an unparalleled aura suppressed the entire audience. An aura of murder appeared on his face involuntarily!
This sword-drawing technique alone made Li Jing's heart beat fiercely, and she felt an unparalleled fighting spirit. I thought to myself: He is indeed a young and extremely strong man. Just the skill of drawing a sword with one hand is so perfect that it contains endless majesty!
She approached Ye Yuhua slightly and guarded Ye Yuhua loyally. But on his face, a look of worry appeared involuntarily.
She did not deny Xiao Zheng's power, but this time, he was facing a super strong man who had shaken the world twenty years ago. A martial arts idiot who even made the entire Yanjing City jump in disbelief!
How many families were destroyed because of him
Because of him, how many people are unable to leave their homes
Even Bai Wuxia, an unparalleled and powerful person in the world, has been sitting in meditation for twenty years. Waiting on the mountainside. I'm afraid that one day, this terrifying martial arts idiot who doesn't act according to common sense will suddenly go up the mountain!
"Don't be nervous." A look of indifference appeared on Ye Yuhua's gentle cheeks.
"He is Mu Qingsong after all."
The three words Mu Qingsong naturally have an indelible weight among the older generation of strong men in Yanjing. Not to mention Xiao Zheng, didn't even Bai Wuxia lose a hand just now
"It's useless to worry." Ye Yuhua said slowly. "Besides, don't you think Ah Zheng is enjoying this moment?"
"Enjoy it?" Li Jing said helplessly with a look of astonishment on her face. "Except for a lunatic like Mu Qingsong, who would enjoy dueling? If you are not careful, you may be killed on the spot—"
"A gambler spends a lot of money on the gambling table, but he is also risking his life?" Bai Wuxia slowly came to the two of them. This old monk seemed to have the same meaning as Li Jing. Protect Ye Yuhua.
Ye Fenghuang was too important to the two of them.
It is also very important to Yanjing City at the foot of the mountain.
Even if she is missing just one hair, the four-nine cities with crouching tigers and hidden dragons will trigger hurricanes and tsunamis, and dark clouds will cover the sun!
"Mu Qingsong loves martial arts and pursues martial arts as his lifelong pursuit. Why isn't Azheng paranoid about this?" Bai Wuxia said slowly, with a smile on his lips. "Don't talk about others, even at his age, I am far inferior to him. It is foreseeable that in the next five or ten years, he will grow to a point where people can look up to him."
"And how can a strong man make himself stronger? How can he understand higher martial arts cultivation?" Bai Wuxia said meaningfully. "By dueling with another strong person. For example, Mu Qingsong."
Li Jing pursed her lips slightly, and then suddenly realized: "It seems that I am worrying too much."
"You may not be overly worried. But Azheng will definitely not miss this opportunity. Whether it is for himself or Ye Zi." Bai Wuxia said with a smile. "This little guy is extremely ambitious in his pursuit of martial arts. How can he be looked down upon by Mu Qingsong?"
Mu Qingsong stared directly at Xiao Zheng, who was full of fighting spirit. And the knife in his hand. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he said, "Do you want to go under the knife?"
"I like to use knives." Xiao Zheng did not hide his strengths. "You don't have a knife?"
"have."
Mu Qingsong suddenly pulled out a knife about fifty centimeters long from his waist.
The blade is dull and the blade is thick. There are some residual marks on the blade surface. Every opening reveals Mu Qingsong's past and impressive achievements to the world.
The blade suddenly appeared, and Bai Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured: "Qingfeng Sword. Finally appeared again."
Qingfeng knife
The color of the blade is bluish, it is cold, and it is simple and has a trace of bloodlust. From this point alone, it can be seen that this knife killed countless people. Stained with blood!
"Good knife." Xiao Zheng stared at the Qingfeng knife and commented frankly.
"Yours isn't bad either." Mu Qingsong said very calmly.
It is not easy to get Mu Qingsong to praise him with a good word.
Moreover, he is a strong man at his level. The good knife in his eyes is by no means the one that can cut iron like clay. But a knife with an extraordinary experience. A knife soaked in blood, with unparalleled killing intent!
Xiao Zheng's knife deserves his praise.
Xiao Zheng's sword is worth fighting for!
"This is my knife. When you draw it, you will see blood." Xiao Zheng raised the blade slightly, the strong wind was raging, and the blade whined.
"Same." Mu Qingsong's face was expressionless, and his momentum suddenly reached its peak!
He will never underestimate Xiao Zheng!
No one can underestimate the potential and strength of a strong man who can kill Soros with one sword, especially a young strong man!
Whoosh—
A strong wind rose. Autumn on the mountainside is far colder and more ruthless than at the foot of the mountain. The knife in Xiao Zheng's hand was filled with autumn and soaked in the cold wind. In an instant, like a peerless magic sword, endless killing intent bloomed!
Qingfeng Dao waved his arm, and the pressure of the stormy waves poured out like mercury on the ground. It was as if a knife was swung out, carrying the power of a hurricane and thousands of waves. How terrifying!
This battle not only determines victory or defeat, but also determines life and death!