Lu Yunming entered the stage slowly, with a displeased expression on his face.
Sixteen-year-old Lu Yunming was more than a head shorter than Leng Rusong. He couldn't help but half-raised his head and looked at his opponent. He cupped his hands and said, "Kunwu sent Lu Yunming, please brother Leng for advice."
Seeing that the opponent was a half-grown child with an immature face, and also the weakest one on the other side, Leng Rusong became even more angry, and gritted his teeth: "Little Taoist priest, how old are you this year?"
"sixteen."
"Sixteen years old, heh heh, you haven't reached the innate realm yet?"
Lu Yunming asked in surprise: "It's almost... Is there a problem?"
Leng Rusong snorted coldly, turned his head and bowed deeply to Zhu Shaoling on the rostrum, and said in a deep voice, "I would like to report to Superintendent Zhu that the disciple of the Kunwu Sect is a child who has not even broken through the innate realm. It is too childish. Song Shengzhi is not martial, and he is unwilling to make a move. Please supervise Si Mingjian."
As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of discussion around.
There are those who admire Leng Rusong's demeanor, and those who satirize the Kunwu faction's lack of strength and deliberately send a child to play to fool them...
All the people in Confucian Academy, whether they were students or professors, all had a bad face.
At this time, Zhu Shaoling sighed, and a voice as cold as gold and stone sounded, saying: "Fellow Taoists, what my disciples said is not bad, and Leng Rusong's swordsmanship is considered extremely high among all the disciples of my Confucian Academy. Yes. Your faction ended up as a child, it’s true... hehe, the priests are masters of swordsmanship, if you want to, why don’t you come out in person and give some advice, lest this Leng Rusong be arrogant and conceited.”
Zhu Shaoling's words not only pointed out that Kunwu sent a child to play, and he would not be ashamed if he lost. Only then can the enemy be too cold as loose.
As soon as these words were said, many Confucian disciples laughed at the corners of their mouths, even Leng Rusong returned with arrogance, turned around and bowed in the direction of Ye Qingxuan and others, and said: "Ru Song asks some Taoist priests for advice."
"My uncle and uncle won't end." Lu Yunming curled his lips, looked at Leng Rusong with big innocent eyes, and said in a boyish voice that was in the stage of changing his voice: "Since you are worried that your internal force will be too much towards me, why don't we Let's just compare swordsmanship... Anyway, we have no way of pointing out your school's internal strength. Discussing Dao, isn't it talking about swordsmanship? Let's compare swords!"
What Lu Yunming said made Leng Rusong stunned for an instant, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhu Shaoling again.
Zhu Shaoling was angry. He didn't expect Ye Qingxuan to be so arrogant, and the disciples under him were also so arrogant. He said coldly: "Well said. Ru Song, did you hear that? You are inferior to the other party in terms of knowledge. Still don't obey your words? Ben The supervisor ordered you not to use your innate internal strength, otherwise, you will be considered as a loser. Why don't you ask this junior brother about swordsmanship?"
"Disciple obeys." Leng Rusong was so angry that his teeth were itching, this group of stinky Taoist priests from the Kunwu Sect is more hateful than the other, since this kid's words are rude, let me teach you a lesson with a quick sword.
Thinking of this, Leng Rusong faced Lu Yunming, cupped his hands, and said, "In this case, I'm like a little brother asking for advice from the Kunwu Sect."
"Okay." Lu Yunming nodded, "Then Senior Brother Leng, let's make a move."
Leng Rusong sneered, and said: "This is the Confucian Academy, I am the host, and the younger brother is the guest, so let the younger brother make the move first."
At this time, all the Confucianists around had been waiting impatiently, and seeing the two started chatting again, Chun Yumao, the master of the Martial Pavilion, couldn't help shouting: "Where is there so much nonsense, why haven't you started yet?"
Lu Yunming shrugged, drew out his long sword, pointed at Leng Rusong, and said, "Senior Brother Leng, I offended you."
Before he finished speaking, his feet touched the ground, and he walked with the sword, only to see a flash of sword light, and he had already arrived in front of Leng Rusong in a moment.
However, Ye Qingxuan introduced the introductory swordsmanship of Qingyun Temple, the opening gesture of [Quanzhen Swordsmanship] "Qingfeng welcomes guests".
Because Qi Xiao followed Ye Qingxuan since she was a child, she learned the "Quanzhen Fa" and "Quanzhen Sword Art" as soon as she started martial arts. She also uses a whole set of cultivation methods to exercise her inner strength all the time, from food, clothing, housing, transportation, to sleeping, and sitting in meditation. Swordsmanship, if one is very familiar with this set of swordsmanship, it will come naturally, just like eating and walking.
At this time, before the sneering smile on Leng Rusong's face could fully unfold, Lu Yunming's flashing sword had already arrived in front of his eyes.
He, who has always been known for his quick swords, didn't even have time to draw out his sword. He exclaimed, and even the scabbard lay in front of him. Lu Yunming frowned suddenly, not understanding why this self-proclaimed master of the Confucian Academy was so clumsy in his moves. There was a very weird feeling of uneasiness.
Lu Yunming's long sword turned and pressed against Leng Rusong's scabbard, and then, with Leng Rusong's resistance, he turned the long sword around with a very clever flick, and sent it lightly...
The sound of applauding Leng Rusong just now stopped abruptly.
All Confucian disciples were stunned.
On the martial arts arena, Lu Yunming's long sword rested lightly on Leng Rusong's neck, and Leng Rusong held the unsheathed sword in both hands, as if offering it to Lu Yunming.
Lu Yunming's mind was blank, and he couldn't figure it out——
This... seems too simple.
Am I doing something wrong
The tens of thousands of Confucian disciples who were watching were stunned, and Zhu Shaoling and others were also shocked, unable to believe everything in front of them...
That little Taoist, the sword speed actually surpassed Leng Rusong
How old is he!
Even Feng Qingyan and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding how this Leng Rusong could be so incompetent.
Seeing the surprised expressions of his uncles, Lu Yunming took it for granted that he had done something wrong.
That's right, I must have just entered the rivers and lakes, and I don't know the rules of the rivers and lakes. The Confucian brother opposite me must have saluted me, but I took advantage of his unpreparedness and attacked him...
Oops, shame on me.
Lu Yunming hastily withdrew his sword, his face flushed from holding back, and he said apologetically, "Brother Leng, don't blame me, Xiao Ke doesn't understand the rules of the world, and it's my fault to sneak attack while senior brother is saluting. Uh, let's start again..."
Leng Rusong on the opposite side was trembling with shock. Just now, he was invincible, but in the blink of an eye, he was defeated without even drawing out his sword. He was originally ashamed, angry and anxious, but when he heard what Lu Yunming said, his mind was shaken, and he secretly said: That's right, I must have been too careless just now, and the opponent took the opportunity to win.
From this, he regained his confidence, and said in a cold voice: "Little brother knows his mistakes and can correct them. Well, let's pretend that everything just didn't happen, and let's do it again."
"Okay." Lu Yunming saluted and backed away slightly.
laugh.
On the rostrum, Ye Qingxuan and Sun Kun could not help but sneer in unison.
"Shameless." Sun Kun said.
Ye Qingxuan snapped his fingers. "It's okay, win him again."
At this time, the surrounding crowd had just woken up from the shock, so they had no time to discuss, and immediately watched the game more attentively.
Leng Rusong took two steps back, drew his sword in his hand with a clang, and shouted: "Little Junior Brother, we've really come here this time, let's do it."