"Hmph—too much deceit—" Tie Qingshi, who was hidden in the dense forest, couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed out while drinking wildly, but was stopped by He Qingzhu's hand.
"Huh? Sixth, why are you stopping me?"
He Qingzhu smiled faintly, and pointed the scroll in his hand behind him, Tie Qingshi was full of doubts, and looked back - happy, hey - it turned out that the junior brother Ye Qingxuan had appeared behind the disciples with a livid face, look at the formation, The shot is imminent.
"Heh - the younger brother is out? This is a fun thing. I haven't seen it for a long time. I don't know what kind of field the younger brother has progressed to. Now it's time to see clearly."
This Tie Qingshi had always been straightforward, from anger to laughter, the change was so sudden that he even laughed with all his brothers.
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"Bastard, I'm fighting with you—" Qiu Yuanzhen was furious, drew his sword and rushed forward, but his back tightened, and in fear, he was lifted up like a child, and he threw it away, his body was unaffected He fell into the same door in a controlled manner.
"Little Martial Uncle—" the disciples of Qingyun Temple around were startled at first, but after seeing the person clearly, they were very pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly saluted together.
Ye Qingxuan nodded secretly, it seems that the seniors taught him well on the point of respecting the teacher.
Several Changkongzhaojianmen disciples looked gloomy, and their dissatisfaction was getting heavier. Everyone is willing to do this thing that saves face, but the villain Chang Jingwang won the two victories before and after, so I can't help but have some opinions in my heart. I hoped that Qingyun Temple would come out with a master who could defeat Chang Jingwang, or replace him, but I didn't expect another little Taoist priest to come out, and they were all very disappointed.
This little Taoist priest is not very old, but it seems that his seniority is not low, but no matter how senior he is, what's the use of this martial art, and he has to rely on time and time to cultivate successfully.
Chang Jingwang won two games in a row, full of ambition, and had already realized in his heart that Qingyun Temple is a nest of trash, and his attitude was even more arrogant, using his poisonous tongue and mocking Ye Qingxuan who just appeared.
"Yo? Your Qingyun Temple really has a way - you secretly said that if you beat the young one, you should be an old man. Why did you come out with a lanugo? The adults in your temple are also worthless, and they dare not show their heads. , Let the little one come out to show your eyes... I said, little Taoist priest, let the adults in your temple come out, it’s not a problem to hide, if you hurt you back, my face is not good-looking, others still say I shine in the sky You only bully children... That's all I said, if you don't want to die, get out, get out... "
Ye Qingxuan sneered, and said lightly: "Brother, don't talk too much, you won't know if you win or lose, you'll only know after the fight..."
Chang Jingwang was already arrogant, and Ye Qingxuan's calm attitude was undoubtedly the greatest insult to him, and he yelled in his heart: How dare you look down on me just because you are a little bastard
Chang Jingwang said viciously: "The little bastard no one wants, you deserve to fight with me? I don't know whose crotch was not clamped tightly, and let you out... You want to die, I will help you... "
Ye Qingxuan ignored Chang Jingwang's viciousness, and just glanced coldly at the people who came across: Chang Jingwang who was jumping up and down, Zheng Biao who was a little ashamed after seeing him, Chang Jing who was full of arrogance but had a playful expression. Fan, there are also a few Zhangkongzhaojianmen disciples who are shy and look at him with contempt...
It's because they dare to treat my Qingyun Temple as nothing, it's because they dare to trample on my Qingyun Temple's dignity in public!
good, very good, excellent!
Ye Qingxuan's face was cold, but his heart was already extremely angry.
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, took a deep breath, and instantly calmed down. Calmly shaking his front, he concealed the flash of anger in his eyes. This problem was brought over from her previous life, the more angry she is, the calmer she will be. Especially Ye Qingxuan experienced a life and death, and he was able to control his emotions well.
Ye Qingxuan returned to normal in a moment, raised his head and smiled, then turned to the disciples and nephews who were standing solemnly at the side, and said in a deep voice: "You guys - alas, you are asked to study hard and practice hard on weekdays... I did it, but why did everyone train their heads so stupidly? Our swordsmanship is profound and profound. When dealing with a mediocre person, are you so nervous that you can’t even use a sword? One by one, the moves are rigid and do not know how to adapt ... Now that you are all optimistic, let the little uncle show you what is the way to use a sword!"
Ye Qingxuan's reprimand miraculously calmed down the hearts of all the disciples, especially his calm, unrestrained and melancholy attitude, which made all the disciples feel confident, no one doubted whether the junior uncle could win, but They all began to pay attention to what method the little uncle would use to win. The slump of two consecutive losses was wiped out, and the confidence that had been lost before was rekindled.
Perhaps, this—is also a kind of charm.
"Listen to me, all of you. This sword move and sword style are all dead, but people are alive! The way of using the sword should be 'flowing clouds and flowing water, wherever you want', it is by no means rigid and deliberate!"
As soon as Ye Qingxuan said these words, all the martial arts people around who were a little bit knowledgeable were all surprised.
The disciples of Qingyun Temple were even more terrified.
"The disciple knows his mistake—"
All the disciples of Qingyun Guan lowered their heads and repented together. It seemed that the situation was really because of their own lack of academic skills, rather than the master's inferior martial arts skills.
But Ye Qingxuan's defiant behavior undoubtedly made the disciples of Changkong Zhaojianmen furious, shouting and cursing one after another, as if they were about to step forward and make a move.
Chang Jingfan, who had been watching coldly, turned blue at this time, obviously moved by Ye Qingxuan's arrogance. He sarcastically said in a cold voice: "This fellow has a very high vision? He doesn't even pay attention to our Changkong Zhaojianmen. Mediocre? Hmph, wait until you win the younger brother who has just entered my sky, and then say no." Late… "
"Hey, this man is quite good at talking. But unfortunately, according to my opinion, the martial arts of the few are not bad, but it's a pity that this swordsmanship—huh—"
"How about it?"
"It's not 'how', it's just not so—"
"court death-"
Chang Jingwang especially couldn't stand others being crazier than himself. Ye Qingxuan's behavior obviously made Chang Jingwang furious. The move "Splitting the Heavenly Gate with Palm" is the ultimate move in [Splitting Cloud Palm], even though he was in a bitter fight with Yun Chong just now, he didn't use this move. At this time, Chang Jingwang really hated Ye Qingxuan in his heart, and at the same time, he wanted to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, so he used this move and swiped it in an instant.
This palm is extremely fast and fierce, it is Chang Jingwang's unique move that he has practiced hard for more than ten years. He has grasped the strength, speed, and accuracy of "Cloud Splitting Palm" to seven or eight points, and he already has a trace of the demeanor of a boxing master. .
"Okay—" The Changkong Zhaojian sect disciples who came with Chang Jingwang couldn't help applauding this palm. Even the hundreds of big men behind him and the gong and drum band also clamored together, and the momentum was extremely astonishing for a while.
Chang Jingwang's palm was powerful, and he came to Ye Qingxuan's neck in an instant. As long as this palm hits, he will be seriously injured or even killed... Taking advantage of Ye Qingxuan's unpreparedness, Chang Jingwang made a sudden move. But the other party still didn't make any response, a sneering smile couldn't help appearing on Chang Jingwang's face.
Facing his attack, the other party didn't even have time to react, how dare he speak wildly with such skill? Death is in vain.
With a sneer on Ye Qingxuan's face, at the moment when the palm was about to fall on the side of his neck, he turned sideways suddenly, avoiding the cut palm in a hurry. At this time, the hilt of the Qingsteel sword on his back was facing Chang Jingwang's chest. Ye Qingxuan slapped the bottom of the scabbard with his left hand, and his internal force burst out suddenly. Pulled out of the sheath, the hilt hit Chang Jingwang's chest.
Well-
Chang Jingwang didn't expect that the other party could have such a strange move, and he was instantly hit on the Shenfeng acupoint outside the heart. Chang Jingwang only felt a tightness in his chest, turbid air was rising immediately, his internal energy stagnated because of this, and he retreated a few steps, unable to catch his breath, his face was flushed, and he was extremely sad.
Ye Qingxuan succeeded in one move without any hesitation, then he touched the ground, and held the bounced green steel sword in his hand, followed the sword, and in an instant he was in front of Chang Jingfan, the light of the sword flashed, and the green steel sword was already light Gently placed it on the side of Chang Jingwang's neck.
But at this moment, the sarcastic smile on Chang Jingwang's face just now froze on his face before it could fully unfold. Shocked eyes, but matched with a mocking smile, this combination is extraordinarily surprising.
The applause of nearly a hundred big men for Chang Jingwang stopped abruptly.
Quiet-
On the square in front of thousands of people, for a moment, it was as quiet as empty——
At this time, Chang Jingwang's mind was blank: How... how could this happen? How can it be so easy? How can I lose
It wasn't just Chang Jingwang who was in doubt, even Qing Yun's audience disciples who were humbly accepting the teaching were stunned for a moment. One by one stared at their little uncle in disbelief, as if they had just met him.
Ye Qingxuan lightly pressed the long sword on Chang Jingwang's shoulder, and cleverly turned the long sword around again with the force of the flick, and returned the sword into the sheath with a choke sound.
Ye Qingxuan was calm and relaxed, floating like a fairy.
"Concession—"
It floated past with a soft sound, indescribably chic and outstanding.
The onlookers around were awakened by a sound, and in an instant, the entire square was boiling.