"The owner..."

"Master Yi. ”

Everyone saluted Yi Xiaopeng one after another and made a way,

Yi Xiaopeng came to the crowd, looked at Tang Jing, then looked at Hua Cangsu, as well as Hua Anyuan and Hua Anbang, and said to Tang Jing: "Boy, I know your kung fu is very high, but are you too much?"

Although Tang Jing is not good at speculating on people's hearts, he can still see the major rights and wrongs very clearly, and now of course he knows the intentions of these people today. But Yi Xiaopeng's words were neutral, and Tang Jing was a little unpredictable.

Tang Jing hugged his fist at Yi Xiaopeng and said: "Master Yi may have misunderstood, this matter is not as simple as Master Yi sees, at this moment my second brother is lying on the bed with serious injuries. I'm just asking for justice for my second brother, not for me to cause trouble. ”

"Oh?"

Yi Xiaopeng turned around curiously and looked at Hua Cangsu and the others.

Hua Anqiao said: "He is talking nonsense, obviously they insulted me Kunlun first, my third junior brother couldn't stand it, so he started to fight with them, as for his second brother, it was obvious that he was not able to do it himself, and he wanted to learn from the master, and he was accidentally slapped by the master." ”

The truth seemed to be revealed, Yi Xiaopeng turned to look at Tang Jing and said, "In this way, it seems that it is indeed your fault." ”

“......”

“... He's talking nonsense, it's obviously ..."

Tang Wanting wanted to clarify the facts.

"Wanting... Needless to say, the merits are at ease. ”

Tang Jing raised his hand to stop Tang Wanting from continuing, he had already guessed Yi Xiaopeng's intention and position.

Xiao Ruyun saw the red on Tang Jing's shoulder, a worried look appeared on her face, and whispered to herself: "Brother Tang..."

Tang Jing looked at Yi Xiaopeng and saluted Yi Xiaopeng: "Please also ask your seniors to teach you." ”

Yi Xiaopeng pretended to look at Tang Jing in surprise, and asked puzzledly, "Lord Tang Shaobao, what is this?"

Tang Jing smiled faintly, looked at Yi Xiaopeng and said: "The younger generation heard that there are four sets of swordsmanship in the Tibetan Sword Villa, the remnant flower, the wind, the howling moon, and the sad snow, and the four famous swords of the Tibetan Sword Villa, which are extremely exquisite. And the seniors' swordsmanship has long been perfected, and the juniors are not talented, so if they want to see and understand, they also ask the seniors to give advice..."

Yi Xiaopeng looked at Tang Jing and looked at the chasing wind in his hand.

(Chasing the wind, and the hundred flowers, the cold moon, the sad snow and the four swords, only the owners of the Tibetan Sword Villa can use it, the sword spectrum is tied for ninth, the weapon ranking is tied for the twenty-ninth, the wind is three feet two inches long, weighs seven catties and seven taels, the white jade is the hilt, and the wind sword spike dedicated to the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa is attached.) The sword body is thin and slender, there are eight shallow grooves on both sides, the blade of the sword is red in the white, the cold light is like fire, the sword body is close to the hilt, and the wind is engraved. ）

"You want to compete with me? I promise you, I just want to see the power of the Eight Styles of Shattering the Sun. ”

Tang Jing clenched his hands into fists.

"Please ask your seniors to teach me. ”

Yi Xiaopeng picked up the wind and said to Tang Jing: "You just tried to compete with Master Hua, and you are injured, for the sake of fairness, I will let you have one hand." ”

Looking at the disciple beside him, Yi Xiaopeng said again: "Although my apprentice Yi Yun's saber is not a famous sword, it is also the best work of my Tibetan Sword Villa, Yi Yun, give your saber to Lord Tang Shaobao." ”

"It's the master. ”

Yi Yun took the sword in his hand and walked towards Tang Jing.

Tang Jing raised his hand and refused: "No, thank you for the kindness of the seniors, if you talk about swordsmanship, how can the juniors be the opponents of the seniors." ”

"I know that you have deep internal strength, but after all, what I have in my hands is chasing the wind, if you don't have iron weapons in your hands, I'm afraid... Yi Yun give me your sword..."

Yi Xiaopeng was just about to exchange swords with Yi Yun.

Tang Jing stopped: "Senior... Even if it is a competition, there is no need to stick to the subsections, if the seniors are twisting like this, they will look down on Tang Jing. ”

How shrewd Yi Xiaopeng is, of course, all of this is within his calculations, even if he does not fall into words, he can achieve his goal.

The play was almost over, Yi Xiaopeng deliberately pretended to be embarrassed, and said, "It's okay, it's up to you." ”

Yi Xiaopeng slowly pulled out the wind.

Tang Jing's hands were full of fiery red qi condensed.

Yi Xiaopeng moved on his hind feet and rushed towards Tang Jing like a wind shadow.

Sword and qi are mutually reinforcing, although Tang Jing has deep internal strength, but Yi Xiaopeng is a master of swordsmanship, if it is usual, it would be fine, but now that he is seriously injured, Tang Jing does not dare to be careless in the face of Yi Xiaopeng.

Yi Xiaopeng knew Tang Jing's kung fu, although Tang Jing's serious injury had not healed now, Hua Cangsu was still defeated, and the power of the Eight Styles of Shattering the Sun was definitely not a joke, so he didn't dare to be careless and went all out to fight with Tang Jing.

Avoiding Tang Jing's palm power, Yi Xiaopeng's sword swept past Tang Jing's waist, and a cold wind set off a gust of wind blade, which also followed.

Tang Jing stepped back sideways and chased Yi Xiaopeng with a palm.

Yi Xiaopeng raised his sword to block diagonally, and jumped towards Tang Jing with a sword force.

Tang Jing dodged sideways once, and Yi Xiaopeng swept after him.

Although Tang Jing has internal force to protect his body, but chasing the wind is not an ordinary weapon, the sharpness can be imagined, not to mention that Yi Xiaopeng's sword moves are very fast, and his moves are also very peculiar, Tang Jing is difficult to find flaws for a while, he is a little passive, there is no chance to attack, he can only keep defending, but fortunately, Tang Men's body is unpredictable, Yi Xiaopeng can't catch Tang Jing's pace at all, so Tang Jing doesn't have any pressure.

And the power of the Eight Styles of Shattering the Sun, how could Yi Xiaopeng not know, he didn't want to fight Tang Jing head-on, but he couldn't completely restrain Tang Jing, so he had to use the wind blade of the Wind Sword Technique, as well as the dexterity of the Sword Villa Sword Technique, and the sharpness of the Wind Chasing Wind to suppress Tang Jing's Broken Sun Eight Style, wanting to find out Tang Jing's flaws.

The long sword is like the wind, the wind moves like a blade, the blade sweeps in all directions, and the clouds are thousands of miles.

In order to deal with the angry Tang Jing, Yi Xiaopeng can be regarded as having the ability to take care of the house, even many Tibetan sword disciples have never seen Yi Xiaopeng use this gorgeous swordsmanship.

“......”

"Senior brother, isn't this the Wind Sword Technique?"

"It's amazing..."

Yi Yun nodded proudly and said, "That's right, this is the Wind Sword Technique of my Hidden Sword Villa." However, this is just an ordinary move, and there are many things you haven't seen before, so you have to work harder in the future, you know?"

"Yes, Senior Brother has taught me a lesson. ”

......

Tang Jing avoided the wind, blocked the wind blade, and took a step back.

Yi Xiaopeng reflexively swept with a sword, Tang Jing jumped up, and slapped Yi Xiaopeng with his hand, and the fire surged.

(Windward Willow)

Yi Xiaopeng jumped up slightly, dodged Tang Jing's palm, his body hung in the air, and took a step forward.

With a sound of swords, Yi Xiaopeng took off the wind in his hand, and with a cold wind, flew towards Tang Jing, Yi Xiaopeng chased after the wind and rushed towards Tang Jing.

Facing the chasing wind, Tang Jing's hands were like claws, blocking the flying chasing wind.

A fiery red qi competed with the wind blade at the tip of the Wind Chasing Sword, preventing the Wind from advancing for half a minute.

Between Tang Jing's palms, a powerful qi rushed out, a thick fiery red, rushing towards the chasing wind, wrapping the tip of the chasing wind's sword and swallowing the wind blade.