No one expected this turning point. The crowd that was so crowded backed away with a "crash", and immediately made room for them.
Everyone was openly whispering, and they were already discussing where they came from.
The Swinging Sect has been out of sight for a long time. Except for the great master who became a thousand-year-old and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, few people have heard of it, but it is such a sect that no one knows why. All the way on the pier, there was a show of what is rich and powerful, so that no one would know it, and everyone had heard of the prodigal sons of this faction.
Although practitioners can ignore the wealth of the world, what about the island owner's special consideration
They don't know Yan Zhengming, who doesn't come out to deal with people very much. At this time, their group has become a thorn in the eyes of others.
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Cheng Qian, who came out at this time, looked at the appearance of only eleven or twelve years old, holding a lonely wooden sword in his hand, like a child's toy, standing still in the same place.
Someone in the crowd said bitterly: "This child is so arrogant, isn't there any elder in the sect to take care of it?"
Another humane said: "Why, didn't you hear that the island owner allowed them to enter the scripture hall? Which decent sect would send its own children to someone else's scripture hall?"
"This is surprising, why is the island owner so biased towards them?"
"Who knows? Young master from a wealthy family. Maybe he is some kind of royal family. Maybe it was some treasure that the family bought with a lot of money that moved the island owner and allowed them to come in."
"This is really the Spring and Autumn Dream that anyone can dream of asking the immortals. Is the road of cultivation so easy to walk?"
Yan Zhengming is crazy, he is getting more and more white, Cheng Qian's reliability is a mirror - it just seems to exist!
His face was frosty, and he whispered, almost gnashing his teeth: "Cheng, Qian!"
Cheng Qian was not deaf, of course he heard what others were saying, and he recalled it almost immediately - it turned out that their days on the island would not be sad in the future, but had already begun.
The ostentation was over, and the news of the world came quickly. Cheng Qian almost suspected that the words Master said when he boarded the ship were prophets of unpredictability.
But it's over
Cheng Qian didn't actually want to do it, he just made a gesture to show the whole group of people on Qinglong Island.
First, the opponent has already lost, and there is no reason for him to enter the ring again. Second, he also knows his age, not to mention these immortals, even the mortal world, and there is no big man and a teenager. the truth.
It was only then that Cheng Qian realized that he was having a hard time riding a tiger.
If he changed his mouth and was smart, he might just be a jerk at this moment and it would be over. He is not a big man, and he is only as tall as someone's chest. Will be a rascal.
He quickly changed his mind, and for a while, he went through all the moves that came and went in the ring just now in his mind. After that, not only did he not retreat, but he turned his mind and thought: "If you do it, do it, and I will too. Not necessarily afraid of you."
Cheng Qian didn't take a step back, ignored Yan Zhengming's warning, clasped his fist like no one else, and said to the loose cultivator swordsman: "I also learned swordsmanship for a few days at home, but my skills are not good, and the master won't let me change the iron. Jian, I also asked this brother to give some advice."
The defeated loose cultivator swordsman did not know which Wild Road Zimen sent out, but he could afford to let it go because of his face, so he immediately stepped forward and said: "I don't dare to take advice, since the young master does not need to participate in the test, he can stay. In the lecture hall, there must be something unique."
As soon as he said a word, everyone around him laughed softly—most of them laughed at him shamelessly.
Someone who is watching the fun and doesn't think it's a big deal interjected: "Second brother Zhang, since this little brother challenges you, you should do it. If you win, you might as well let the island owner open a back door for you!"
Han Yuan angrily said, "What if you lose? Kneel down and say uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Li Yun covered his mouth and suppressed the shit-stirring stick.
The defeated swordsman raised his eyebrows in a pretentious manner: "Ah, what did that little brother just say? What if I lose?"
Cheng Qian slowly flattened the wooden sword, put his hands up, and said lightly: "Don't dare, the junior brother said nothing, he laughed - please."
Yan Zhengming was so angry that he wanted to grab Cheng Qian back regardless of how he stepped forward, and only took a step forward. A folding fan from nowhere suddenly slammed in front of him, blocking his way.
I saw that it was a man dressed in a robe and dressed as a scholar, with a pair of slender eyes, he glanced at Yan Zhengming introvertedly, and said with a frivolous smile: "Hey, Sect Master Yan, don't be in a hurry to stop him, let him also. Let's see the kung fu of the noble disciples."
"Get out of the way!" Yan Zhengming directly knocked the man's wrist with the bottom of his saber.
Li Yun: "Elder brother can't"
Before Yan Zhengming's sword tail touched the corner of his clothes, an invisible force hit his scabbard. The force went down his hand and reached his chest. Yan Zhengming retreated with a blow. After three steps, my chest was so tight that I almost vomited blood.
Li Yun hurriedly helped him from behind: "Senior brother!"
Yan Zhengming swallowed the sweetness in his throat and stared fiercely at the man in the robe.
The man didn't pay attention to him at all, he opened the fan in a leisurely manner, and fanned it in front of him, with the words "Think before you act" written on the fan. He smiled meaningfully and said, "It's not the bearing of a leader to be so reckless."
This person is clearly here to trouble them!
That loose cultivator swordsman had already lost in the Qinglong meeting anyway, he simply broke the jar, and didn't care that Cheng Qian only had a tattered wooden sword in his hand. cut past.
This is not the end of the point. He got his sword from somewhere, and there is a spell on it. In addition, this loose swordsman does not know what strange exercises he has cultivated. already arrived.
The wooden sword is not a solid object. Cheng Qian knew that he did not have the skill of Master, so he avoided its edge and turned away.
When the loose swordsman saw that he only retreated but did not accept the move, he suddenly became insane, and jumped up and down to use his fancy sword moves like a butterfly, forcing Cheng Qian to dodge all over the field.
The scholar in robe standing in front of Yan Zhengming looked at the two of them in the field as if he were playing a monkey, and said with a smile, "The junior brother of your school is not very old, but he has the determination to make a move."
He "praised" Cheng Qian sarcastically and sarcastically, and said that Yan Zhengming's knuckles while holding the saber turned blue. How has he ever been bullied like this since he was a child
In the field, the loose cultivator swordsmen pressed closer, grinning: "Does the noble swordsmanship of the noble school teach you to dodge?"
While speaking, the wooden hairpin on Cheng Qian's head was injured by the ground sword wind that he brought up, and it was immediately broken into two pieces, and most of his hair was immediately scattered.
Loose cultivator swordsman: "You still go home to eat milk!"
It was at this moment that Cheng Qian was caught off guard and fought back.
I saw him jump sideways, his toes tapped on the ground lightly, and then he turned around and slashed "Sea Tide Mochizuki".
This is the beginning of the sea tide swordsmanship. The sound of the waves of the river and the sea is suddenly loud and loud, and the road is wide open and big. The wooden sword rolls like a thousand waves for a while. Xiu Qing couldn't help but stagnate.
Two kinds of people are suitable for this type of move, one is the one who is stupid and rough, and you can do whatever you want, and I will blow it away with a plank; the other is the cruel and black hand, such as Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian practiced the sword very diligently, but he didn't have much hands with people, and he didn't react on the spot. No matter how skilled he practiced his moves, he couldn't be good. Even if the level of the loose cultivator swordsman whose sword was smashed by a knife was not high, he could not be his opponent. , So Cheng Qian didn't want to see tricks and dismantles from the beginning.
When Cheng Qian watched the battle, he could see that the swordsman of this loose cultivator was full of craftsmanship, so he took a risk and guessed that the opponent's hand should not change much.
Previously, he concentrated on dodging left and right, because he had only prepared one move, waiting for the opponent to get carried away and pursue the victory, and then handed that move into his own hands.
The wooden sword precisely tore the sword wind of the loose swordsman, rubbed the edge of the iron sword, dodged the edge neatly, and carried the unique mind of the Fuyao school to hone the meridians with spells, and slammed it into the loose Fix your face.
Of course, the frontless wooden sword would not let him splatter three feet of blood on the spot, but the loose swordsman was still stunned on the spot, only to see a bloody opening in the corner of his mouth, tearing his two lips into three. The rabbit's mouth left a bruised blood mark on his face, and it swelled into a steamed bun in the blink of an eye, and I don't know if he lost his teeth.
There is a saying that slaps people without slaps in the face, this slap in the face is shocking, and everyone is almost in an uproar.
Even the scholar with the folding fan in his hand was stunned: "What a mean brat."
Cheng Qian succeeded with one blow, and he already regretted it a little, feeling that he had the suspicion of making things worse.
Therefore, he didn't dare to do anything, he just retracted the wooden sword expressionlessly, the tip of the sword hangs vertically to show respect, folded his hands, bowed his head and said in apology, "I've offended you, thank you Xiongtai for your advice."
The loose swordsman covered his face and was speechless. The scholar with the folding fan in his hand raised his eyebrows, took his Sansi folding fan back into his palm, and commented thoughtfully, "It's so venomous, it's quite restrained, and it's interesting."
When Cheng Qian lowered his eyes, he glanced at Qinglongtai from the corner of his eye, and saw several guardians facing each other, Tang Wanqiu even showed a little smile, and then he wiped the cold sweat from his palm onto the hilt of the sword, feeling that he could Barely managed to retire.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's make less troubles and offend people in the future."
But this is obviously not yet. Although Cheng Qian apologized earnestly, when he turned around with the wooden sword, there was still a roar that did not sound like a human voice.
"Little bastards live!"
Then, behind him, there was a screeching "woo", and Cheng Qian ducked to the other side, but someone in front blocked his way impartially. Cheng Qian was almost unavoidable. Wooden sword.
At this moment, a hand grabbed his elbow violently, Cheng Qian's center of gravity was tilted, and he directly hit the man's chest, only to hear two clear metal collision sounds in his ears, a sound of cracking silk, and Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly. - The loose cultivator swordsman who was beaten in the face in public, in his righteous indignation, drew his sword behind him and slashed, Cheng Qian was pulled away by the senior brother who suddenly rushed out.
Yan Zhengming's sword, which Yan Zhengming didn't have time to unsheath, knocked the loose swordsman's sword sideways. But the black charcoal brother of the loose cultivator took advantage of this time to throw a piece of silver with strength, and it hit the tail of Yan Zhengming's sword. Yan Zhengming's sword slipped in his hand. A corner cut Yan Zhengming's shoulder.
Cheng Qian's eyes instantly turned red.
Yan Zhengming was furious at first, but before he had time to get angry, he had already been defeated by the sharp pain of "severe injury" - his next move was to draw a sword and slash, but it failed to take shape, because he felt that the injured half of his body was already covered with hands. No power to tie the chicken.
Of course, outsiders don't know the reason for this, but in the eyes of others, this overly young Sect Master Yan is just holding his saber motionless, showing the sophistication that is rare among young people.
Yan Zhengming calmly took a long breath, and then slowly said, "I've learned a lot today."
When things got to this point, Tang Wanqiu, who was beside Qinglong Terrace, finally spoke up.
It was inconvenient for her to leave the Qinglong Terrace, it was very far away, but her voice came word by word, as if it exploded in the ears of everyone: "The Qinglong will be eliminated as soon as possible, and you are not allowed to stay in the arena to make trouble, what do you think this is? place!"
Seeing that the people from Qinglong Island had come out to speak, the two scattered brothers looked at each other, but did not dare to continue to challenge, and gave Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming a vicious look, and disappeared into the crowd and left.
Yan Zhengming let out a soft hiss, put down Cheng Qian, and said in a low voice, "Go."
Cheng Qian clenched the corner of his sleeve tightly, the brocade clothes almost made holes in his fingers, and he said in Yan Zhengming's ear, "I want their lives."
Yan Zhengming was taken aback, barely restrained his grinning expression, and asked with a paralyzed face, "What did you say?"
Cheng Qian glanced at his blood-stained shoulders with red eyes: "One day I will burn them all to ashes."
Yan Zhengming raised his hand and slapped him behind his back: "What nonsense, oh, let's talk nonsense and slap your mouth!"
Cheng Qian took a deep look at him, put one arm around his neck, and supported him as he walked back. Sure enough, he didn't speak, but the corners of his eyes and brows were covered with tender hatred—meaning he didn't say anything. , but this account has been engraved in my heart.
Some people with very big hearts seem to have some kind of special ability, no matter how happy or angry he is, as long as someone next to him is more emotional than him, he can immediately calm down like a help. For example, Yan Zhengming, he seemed to be angered just now, but after hearing Cheng Qian's words, he actually felt that his anger had subsided a lot.
Li Yun hurriedly came over to support Yan Zhengming, freeing Cheng Qian's hand, Cheng Qian followed silently, never raising his eyes, staring down at the ground in front of him.
The four silently returned to their temporary residence on Qinglong Island.
"Forget it, copper coins," Yan Zhengming saw that Cheng Qian's face was always wrong, and he was a little afraid that he would really kill people and steal money, so he persuaded a little clumsily, "It's you who slapped others in the face first, and no one else can stand it, and at this time, just Don't be rude."
Li Yun didn't expect to hear such holy light from his senior brother's mouth in his lifetime, so he glanced at him in horror, raised his hand tremblingly, and reached out to probe his senior brother's forehead.
Cheng Qian remained silent.
Yan Zhengming seemed to have discovered something suddenly. He turned half of his body like a zombie, stretched out his hand to slightly lift Cheng Qian's chin, and said with a bit of surprise, "Ouch, copper coins, are you crying?"
For some reason, this discovery made Yan Zhengming a little elated, and even the injury didn't hurt so much. He happily raised his half tail, tremblingly and smugly: "Is it because I feel sorry for your brother and me? Alas, thank you. Your filial piety, or I will give you a special gift to bring tea and water to the head today."
Cheng Qian slapped his hand away: "Get out!"
Then he rushed into his yard without looking back.
Yan Zhengming looked around and saw a black stone pillar on a porch. He instructed Li Yun to say, "Help me there."
Li Yun thought he had something important, and quickly carried him to the stone pillar. Seeing Yan Zhengming staring at the stone pillar, he asked worriedly, "Why, senior brother, is there anything wrong with this pillar?"
"There's nothing wrong," Yan Zhengming replied happily, "It's quite clear."
It took a long while for Li Yun to realize what he meant, and a sentence suddenly popped out in his heart: "It's really a dog that can't change from eating shit."
Yan Zhengming took a look at his image in front of the reflective stone, and thought that this little injury on his shoulders would be harmless, and the sick plum had a different charm, and he was still charming.
Cheng Qian's red eyes made Yan Zhengming have a peculiar feeling, as if a little wolf cub who ignored him all day and returned a bite to himself suddenly secretly licked his wound in the dead of night. Not to mention ironing.
In this kind of ironing, the head of Yan took his ass-sized small wound, leaned delicately against the wall and entered the room. A vase that shattered when touched.
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