Yan Qing asked this question politely, and his demeanor was superior.
Elder Zhou sneered: "If you take advantage of the situation to back off, you can still get away with it for a few days. If you continue, I will break your hand."
Yan Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Senior, please."
Elder Zhou didn't say anything more. He stretched his face, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Yan Qing again. Just now, the power of his palms seemed to have reached its limit. Who would have thought that the power in his palms would be strengthened by the stimulation of the ghost eye. There was no wind in the field, only the palm wind raised a series of crisp sounds like popping beans. At first glance, it seemed that there were thousands of palms beside Elder Zhou, forming a "Thousand-Handed Guanyin" with anger.
On the other side, Yan Qing was also several times faster than Nuo Mian. The palm wind split the air like thousands of flying knives, but Yan Qing was carrying the heavy sword of mercy, but he was not hit at all.
Yan Qing was born in Taiheng, so he naturally knew that Elder Zhou was a top master in Taiheng and a well-known senior. However, he had been through enough hardships today, so he didn't feel any fear in his heart.
Elder Zhou was born in Taiheng, and his moves were righteous. He was not as cunning and vicious as Su Si, but not as cold and changeable as Yin Ci. Yan Qing was beaten like a sandbag by the two men, and he was used to fighting in real combat.
Elder Zhou used all his strength, his footwork was like a withered vine in the wind. His body was fast and unpredictable, but his body always stuck to Yan Qing's steps, forcing him to not use the stone sword. Yan Qing seemed to be squeezed by an invisible wall, and he couldn't move. The good sword of mercy became a stone shield, and although it was not as restrained as before, it still failed to reverse the situation.
But the pair of fiery red eyes appeared from behind the stone sword, watching Elder Zhou's every move intently, as if he was alone.
Yan Qing was not just defending. When the time was right, he would tentatively thrust out a sword, trying to break Elder Zhou's moves. Every time the sword was swung, the strong wind it brought up was shocking. But when this strong wind touched people's skin, it turned into the undulations of spring water, without any hostility.
This time, no one cheered in the audience. Although a hundred years had passed, the ghost tomb was discovered years ago. The people in the martial arts world had heard those absurd and bizarre legends of Yanbudu since they were young.
It is said that most of the remnants of the Yan family were wiped out by the martial arts world, and the survivors were also rounded up by the Lingjiao. Hearing that the Lingjiao headquarters was destroyed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but who knew that a wild one would appear at this moment.
… and even holds the Sword of Compassion from Jianchen Temple.
Everyone knows that Monk Kongshi was killed by Yan Budu, and Monk Zhixing is still watching the fight. Isn't this just rubbing salt into the wound of Jianchen Temple? He can fight with the sword of mercy, and I don't know what kind of evil magic this kid used.
On the stage, Elder Zhou felt mixed emotions.
He was not a shallow person. They had fought for a long time. Although he could not see his skills, he recognized his upright and kind style. The moves revealed the heart. Yan Qing could fight with the sword of mercy, which might not be a shady method.
In addition to being angry, Elder Zhou even felt a little bit of appreciation for his talent. Even if this kid is not a descendant of the Yan family, based on his character, he will have great potential in the future.
It's a pity that this kid has gone too far astray and can't be pulled back. The Kushan Sect is a pile of mud, and this kid obeys Shi Jingzhi's words and doesn't hesitate to reveal his identity in public. Can he still be the lotus that is not stained by dust
Who would have thought that just like this, Yan Qing took a deep breath and said, "Senior, I'm sorry."
He narrowed his eyes and smiled gently. Then he took two steps forward, thrust his sword diagonally, and dived into the dazzling palm wind with his bare hands. Yan Qing fought with both hands, and actually fought back and forth with Elder Zhou.
Elder Zhou was secretly shocked, but fortunately, he was inexperienced and his movements were clumsy. As long as he made a mistake, he could find the flaw and counterattack thoroughly. But Yan Qing was clearly aware of his own weakness and did not linger in the fight. He deliberately led Elder Zhou to the edge of the stone sword, and suddenly turned around and kicked hard at the Mercy Sword.
Originally, the two men were fighting in close quarters, their lower bodies were extremely stable, and they moved very little, competing on agility. Yan Qing suddenly accelerated, aiming just at the weak spot of the peak's return palm. Elder Zhou had no time to gather strength, and he was unable to defend against it.
But Yan Qing couldn't find any proper posture to attack like this. It was undoubtedly a bad idea to just use his body to collide with a master.
Yan Qing did not attack. He opened his arms and held the horrified Elder Zhou in his chest. The two of them shot towards the edge of the stone platform at the speed of an arrow. Yan Qing's body exploded with strong internal force, and the air around him became hot.
Does this person want to crash into the ground together
Elder Zhou was too old to bear such heavy moves. He quickly collected his energy and used his internal strength to protect his internal organs. When the two of them landed, Yan Qing actually cushioned himself underneath.
Then Yan Qing ignored the pain from the fall, twisted his body, and braked quickly with his body. Elder Zhou didn't react in time and was thrown out of the field immediately.
Elder Zhou was about to adjust his posture and return to the field, but he found that there was mud under his feet.
As soon as he stepped out of the ring, he was already defeated.
Yan Qing had calculated the distance when he thrust his sword, aiming to send him off in an almost gentle manner. If he hadn't used his internal energy to protect his internal organs, he could still have saved the situation. But how could Elder Zhou have guessed that this man would use himself as a cushion to protect his opponent
This kid...
Elder Zhou stood up shakily, with several blue veins popping out on his wrinkled neck: "You kid, are you trying to humiliate me?"
"Senior, you are a martial arts master, so I dare not do that."
Yan Qing stood at the edge of the stone platform, rubbing his sore back. He looked at Elder Zhou frankly and answered in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"But you are old and weak. It is true that you are weak and fragile. It is not because you are not good at martial arts, but it is human nature. If you take advantage of this and use heavy hands, it would be inappropriate."
Elder Zhou opened his mouth, but could not find the words to refute.
The leader of the Jinyu Clan tried to clear his throat and announced in a dull voice, "Yan Qing from the Kushan Clan wins!"
There was a commotion at the scene. Some people collapsed after losing the bet, some were dissatisfied and denounced, and there were also many excited spectators. Several people who had a feud with Yan Budu rushed to the front of the stage and tried to pull Yan Qing away, but were stopped one by one by the disciples of the Jinyu Gang. The crowd kept surging, and it was inevitable that there would be bumps and collisions. A quack doctor not far away opened a stall, and the line behind the stall was getting longer and longer.
Yan Qing looked around hopefully, trying to find his best friend. But Su Si was nowhere to be found, and after a long time of searching, he looked a little disappointed.
No one in the audience noticed this subtle emotion. People were too busy being surprised and excited to even stand properly.
No one expected the current situation.
Shi Zhongyu was disqualified, and only a few people entered the final competition, two of whom were from Kushan Sect. If this had been said two days ago, I'm afraid no one would have believed it.
After seeing enough of the ghost eyes, people couldn't help but look at Shi Jingzhi in the audience.
The head of the sect still had his head down, still looking as if he was dying, and even trembling slightly. Yin Ci stood beside him, lowering his head and saying something.
"Hold it back." Yin Ci said expressionlessly.
The head of the sect was trembling and groaning, obviously trying to hold back his laughter. But Yin Ci was not very pleased - Yan Qing won, and he would never be so happy.
"How much did you bet?" Yin Ci couldn't help but ask again.
"Enough." Shi Jingzhi said happily, "Yan Qing has fought with you for quite a while, how could he lose? Now let's wait and see. I'll hire the best carpenter to make a double bathtub with the best fragrant wood..."
Yin Ci: “…” He even missed the time when he was devoted to seeking enlightenment. At that time, the leader was as smart as an eagle, but now he is like a peacock with its tail spread out.
I don’t know whether he will give Yan Qing some reward money.
However, as time passed, the riots not only did not stop, but also intensified. Yan Qing was trapped on the stage, unable to find a way to get off. Elder Zhou stood in the audience for a long time, and did not return to Taiheng after all. The old man jumped back onto the stage, adding true energy to his voice, and expanded his voice to the maximum—
"I, Tai Heng, beg you to suspend the competition and disqualify the Kushan Sect!"
"Elder Zhou!" Qu Duanyun immediately spoke out to stop him.
The voices of opposition suddenly rose. The Wulin people were fine, but the wealthy and common people who came to watch the fight did not want this matter to be dealt with hastily. Everyone had spent money on carriages and horses, and they did not come here to watch others win without fighting. Besides, Young Master Taiheng Qu was young and promising, could he really be defeated by the insignificant Kushan Sect
Old man Zhou made full use of the stubbornness of the Taiheng sect members and pretended not to hear: "Among the people now, two are from the Kushan sect. Their backgrounds are unknown and they certainly cannot convince the crowd. They deliberately participated in the conference this time, and they may want to win by evil ways! We, Taiheng, have just lost our leader, and we must not let leader Qu make any more mistakes."
"This time, our sect invited Master Zhixing here to have a face-to-face confrontation between the two and to uphold justice for the Jianchen Temple case. However, the Kushan Sect is originally a member of the Demon Sect, so isn't this competition meaningless?"
The small sects below the stage couldn't help but get angry: "Elder Zhou, why didn't you say it earlier or later, but only said it when Tai Heng was at a disadvantage. We have fought against those two monsters before, isn't it even more unfair?"
Elder Zhou was not wrong: "You are wrong. We Tai Heng cannot cover the sky with one hand. According to the rules, our sect wants to wait until the leader of the martial arts world is decided, and then ask the leader to preside over this matter. Everyone, please be patient. It is true that the qualifications of the Kushan sect are invalidated. We will not compete again. The current situation is special, and I hope you can forgive me."
Everyone came to their senses - Tai Heng clearly didn't think that the Kushan Sect could go far, so he made such an arrangement. Who knew that the two people from the Kushan Sect were advancing triumphantly all the way, and Tai Heng was showing his weakness.
But this cowardice was well-founded. Although the small sects were making a fuss, everyone knew that their family would not be able to produce a leader in the martial arts world. The martial arts world was in turmoil, and Tai Heng was the only remaining backbone. If the Kushan Sect was really on the side of the Demon Sect, they would take this opportunity to expose the last backbone, and then everyone would suffer.
Besides, Elder Zhou gave me enough hope. I could compete again. Not to mention the position of leader, the second and third positions would also be great.
Qu Duanyun jumped onto the stone platform again and bowed to the fat leader first: "My sect members really acted on their own. I really trouble you. I don't mind continuing the competition. Please make the decision according to the rules."
The leader of the Jinyu Gang was also in a dilemma. A small chaos is good for business, but a big chaos will hurt the foundation. His eyes passed Yan Qing, looked at Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi, and he hummed.
Yin Ci whispered to his master for a while, then went on stage.
Just when everyone thought he was going to refuse, Yin Ci took off his Nuo mask and smiled, "Elder Zhou's worries are not unreasonable. Our sect is upright and has nothing to fear. If you want to confront me, then confront me properly."
There was total silence in the audience.
Yan Qing has handsome features, but unfortunately his ghost eyes are too evil, which covers up the kindness of his features. However, just looking at the immortal-like appearance of the eldest disciple of Kushan Sect, he doesn't look like a demon from the Demon Sect at all.
The voice is also pleasant, warm and cool but not aloof. Listening to it makes people feel like drinking ice in the hot summer, very comfortable.
Let's not talk about the people of Jianghu, ordinary people are always very tolerant of beauties. The people want to watch the fun, and now a great beauty has appeared, so they are unwilling to give up.
"Keep on competing, keep on competing!" There was a thunderous roar from the audience.
Yin Ci still had a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to make a quiet gesture and spoke again: "If we just interrupt like this, Tai Heng will be known as a coward. How about this - let Sect Leader Qu and Yan Qing finish the match today, and we will confront each other before the final match."
After saying that, he turned his head and directed a pair of black jade eyes towards Qu Duanyun.
"After all, Young Master Qu is a skilled martial artist. He won't be harmed by the servants I send."
Qu Duanyun laughed out loud and said, "It was because the old man of my sect was too worried. I don't mind competing to the end. But given the situation, this is a compromise."
The leader of the Jinyu Gang did not miss any opportunity, and when he saw the right opportunity, he made a decision immediately.
"Tomorrow morning, Qu Duanyun will face Yan Qing, and in the afternoon, Kushan Sect will face Jianchen Temple. We'll make arrangements based on the results!"
That night, in a corner of Wuxi Town.
Shi Zhongyu was imprisoned in a makeshift prison, and Ma Shiyi, who she brought with her and was a former gangster, was imprisoned next door. But compared to the cursing Ma Shiyi, Shi Zhongyu was much more relaxed. She was wearing the simple and elegant clothes she wore for the competition, and the bloodstains on them were particularly eye-catching.
Ma Shiyi kept swearing: "… You were caught after being beaten, but you dragged me into this. Now you can't beat me, bitch. After all this time, you are just a person who wants money and sex. Why are you pretending to be noble?"
Shi Zhongyu didn't know how to do it. She took off the hairpin on her head and played with it.
Originally, there was only the smell of damp earth and mold here, but with the sound of footsteps, there was the aroma of food. Shi Zhongyu stopped and put the hairpin into her sleeve. She looked up and saw Elder Zhou carrying a food box.
The lunch box contained her favorite steamed chicken and millet soup, with lamb liver and biluo bought from a stall.
"Thank you, Elder Zhou." Shi Zhongyu bowed. "With Jin Lan taking care of my food, this..."
"That little girl is just a bunch of noise, but she's really a law-abiding person. With someone above watching, I'm afraid they won't dare give you anything too good."
Elder Zhou had a slightly dejected look on his face. He looked at Shi Zhongyu carefully for a while before he sighed.
"Eat it."
"Outside… "
"I wanted to let Kushan Sect confront Jianchen Temple first, but it didn't work. Tomorrow is the competition between Yan Qing and Qu Duanyun... Now I know why you are protecting Kushan Sect. Apart from anything else, I am a good teacher."
"Elder Zhou also thinks that the Kushan Sect is trustworthy?"
"Trustworthy? Just fighting with the servants, who knows if they can be trusted."
Elder Zhou's tone became serious again.
"The blood of the Yan family is the blood of the Yan family, and we must not let it go. I just think that the kid is unlucky in the Yan family, and I don't want to target him specifically. Confronting him in advance and settling the matter will save trouble for everyone."
"It's a pity that Sect Master Shi didn't understand what I meant. When it comes to hating evil, no one is better than Qu Duanyun. The kid from the Yan family will inevitably suffer more if he falls into Sect Master's hands. If he is dealt with according to the rules, as a servant, his crime is not serious, and he can at least have a few days of peace."
Shi Zhongyu picked up a piece of steamed chicken with his chopsticks and chewed silently.
"I watched you and Qu Duanyun grow up, but now I don't understand your thoughts... I told Duanyun before that I am old and impatient, and I am not suitable to represent Taiheng in the battle. It would be better to find a promising young man with good looks to earn more face for Taiheng. In the end, I was forced to fight... Well, this is an honor..."
Shi Zhongyu paused while picking up his chopsticks.
"Because only Elder Zhou is honest and simple, and he is particularly concerned about the younger generation of the sect. Only such a person would not care about his own face and immediately propose an 'early confrontation' after losing to Kushan."
She looked at the ground and continued without thinking.
"You were the first to bring this up, so Qu Duanyun only needs to smooth things over. It's very convenient."
Elder Zhou choked and spoke after a while: "Zhong Yu, this is not like you. You were not like this before..."
"Not so dark and suspicious?" Shi Zhongyu said with self-mockery. "We have known each other for a long time, and I can see his ways."
"Old Qi kicked you out for your own good, so that you can calm down. We have already decided on Duan Yun's succession as the head of the sect, so you don't have to—"
"Master is doing this for my own good, I have no doubt about that. I am not saying this because I am jealous of Qu Duanyun. Elder Zhou, thank you for the meal. You can go back and rest in peace."
She smiled slightly.
"I believe in the Kushan Sect, and I have my own way of believing in the Kushan Sect."
Facing Shi Zhongyu's smile, Elder Zhou didn't know what to say. He stood there for a long time, and finally picked up the empty food box.
"Nizi, you'd better take care of yourself." The old man said bitterly, "The situation is dangerous now, and Taiheng is seriously injured. I can't even understand the thoughts of the people around me. Time is unforgiving..."
"This is not Elder Zhou's fault."
Across the prison door, Shi Zhongyu's tone remained as calm as before.
"Elder Zhou... Uncle Zhou, don't worry, Tai Heng's spirit is still here. This chaos will be resolved tomorrow."
"You bitch, give me some chicken!" The two of them spoke in low voices, and Ma Shixian couldn't hear them at all. Now he started to shout again. "Then come here, old man, and buy me some wine-"
With a snap, several veins popped out on Elder Zhou's neck. The old man rolled up his sleeves and went to the next door angrily. Not long after, Ma Shixun's screams resounded throughout the yard.
That night, she just lay on the ground and moaned, and no longer had the slightest thought of insulting Shi Zhongyu.
The next day, the number of people around the ring increased instead of decreased - this time, the remaining people were all young, handsome and good-looking. There was no better fighting scene in the world.
Not to mention, there will be a confrontation between the Kushan Sect and the Jianchen Temple in the afternoon. Who wouldn’t like to watch the excitement
At this moment, Yan Qing and Qu Duanyun were already standing on the field. Yan Qing was wearing a clean and crisp ochre linen shirt, with short, coarse hair tied into a slightly messy ponytail behind his head. He still had a bewildered and gentle look on his face. If you ignore those ghost eyes, you can see that his aura was not sharp at all.
Qu Duanyun wore Taiheng's iconic embroidered white clothes, and his hair was neatly tied up, with a jade belt tied around his waist. His face was no longer smiling, and he looked a bit intimidating without being angry. The long sword in his hand was shining brightly, and it was the Piercing Crow Sword that was found in the ghost tomb.
"Please give me some advice, Master Qu." Yan Qingyi bowed.
Qu Duanyun politely returned the greeting: "Master Shi is quite capable to have led the battle to this point."
Yan Qing looked puzzled.
"You and I use our internal energy to transmit sound, so the audience can't hear it." Qu Duanyun smiled, "I think the 'Vision Flesh Key' is probably not lost. I'm planning to let my eldest brother take the position of leader, and then turn the tables in the confrontation, so that I can get the Vision Flesh Key."
Yan Qing: "Oh, they never mentioned this to me."
Qu Duanyun: “…”
Yan Qing continued honestly: "Senior Yin said that you can fight as far as you can, don't force it. Anyway, the headmaster won't give you a penny more, so just come here to hone your skills."
Qu Duanyun: "You are of royal blood, are you willing to be used by them?"
Yan Qing: "Demon bloodline, royal bloodline, is there such a big difference? They are both troublesome things. I just got out of one pit of fire, why would I jump into another one?"
Qu Duanyun was stunned for a moment, but instead of getting angry, he laughed: "As expected of a sect that was founded by Yu Xi, the people they recruit have quite a bit of personality."
He raised the Piercing Black Sword, and the aura around him suddenly became fierce. The aura was as vast as the sea, and as cold and piercing as a winter rain.
"There's no point in talking any more. Come on."