Although Yue Qianqiu said that he had been away for a long time, he had a lot of reports in his ears, and those things happened when he was not there, and someone said it clearly to him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info So, he would be happy to fight with that Luo Yingzi in Qingcheng to see if there is really a gap, if he loses, he hopes that he can catch up with more targets in the future.

However, as soon as his proposal came out, Zhen Rong, who had invited him to fight before, did not come out, but it aroused another group of eager guys. For a time, there were more than ten or eight people who stood up and were willing to fight with him, and there were more than twenty or thirty.

Yue Qianqiu ran back and forth, and dealt with Shen Zheng's sneak attack, thinking that he hadn't even achieved the purpose of inviting so many people over today and screening future classmates of Wuying Pavilion, of course he would not refuse these challenges at this time. He first instructed Sun Li to warm the wine and barbecue, followed by two skewers of meat and a glass of wine, he wiped his mouth, and then raised the Mo knife in his hand.

"There are so many of you who want to fight, but I only have one, so come a way, beat the drum and pass the flowers, you push one person out to beat the drum blindfolded, the drum stops, and whoever spends it will end! Come on, come on, today doesn't matter whether you win or lose, just about happiness, I lost, because my skills are not as good as others, and if I win, you are not as good as others! ”

If Yue Qianqiu's method was applauded, then his last sentence made a large group of boys and girls very satisfied, and for a while, several girls also coaxed and rushed to join the challenge. When the drumming and passing of flowers really began, Sister Zijia in Nuonuo's mouth, the youngest girl among the Emei triplets, was the first to be picked.

This fight is called a heart-wrenching ...... It was as slow as an old cow pulling a broken car, no matter how Zijia changed his swordsmanship, Yue Qianqiu kept it plain from beginning to end, until he was old for a long time, he saw a flaw, and slowly swallowed Zijia's sword and flew out.

But after it was the turn of the second excited teenager to play, Yue Qianqiu immediately became fierce and incomparable, and killed people in less than ten moves, so that when people left the game, their eyes were blank, and they obviously suffered too much blow.

waited until Song Pujia, who was in the view of rejuvenation, appeared on the stage, and he let go and let the other party perform a full set of martial arts, and then he "carelessly" knocked Song Pujia's knife away.

This combination of men and women lasted for three pairs, and Yue Qianqiu, who had won six games in a row, once again ushered in a male opponent who was three or four years older than him.

Seeing that the other party seemed to learn from the lessons of his predecessors' failures and put on the defensive, he yawned a lot, and then suddenly his eyes flashed, and with a flip of his left hand, he threw out seven or eight flying locust stones, and rushed quickly when the opponent was dodging, and almost put the Mo knife on the tip of the opponent's nose with one move.

"The soldier is treacherous, this senior brother, you are fighting too upright."

But after this fight, Yue Qianqiu said with a smile: "Okay, I just ate two skewers of meat and a glass of wine, almost all of them are gone, who wants to be interested in continuing to fight with me, right now, even if the time and date are registered in our Xuandao Hall, as long as I can draw back the time, I will ensure that I will fight one by one!" The martial artists in the world are a family, we don't learn from those who are officials, we calculate with each other all day long, learn from each other, and then think about winning back if we lose, and after we can't win back, we will accept apprentices to win back, isn't this enough? ”

With Yue Qianqiu's refreshing words, even if he had disappeared for a while before, everyone forgot about it. Even if not everyone agrees with him, a wealthy son from a prime minister's house, most people have to revise their original opinions.

Even Zhen Rong, who didn't go out to fight because Du Bailou held it down, had to admit that Ye Fengjie, a disciple of Cuiwei Villa, had a point. This Yue Jiu Gongzi is indeed a very different person!

Although Yue Qianqiu joked that he was waiting for the challenge at any time, he had already played seven games just now, and he didn't think that so many people had the leisure to come to the door to challenge him again, but to his surprise, there were still a lot of people who ran to Dai Zhanning to register for the challenge time, and almost all the people who didn't have a queue to fight with him before went to the same head, even Emei and several female disciples of the Rejuvenation View were no exception.

And in this relaxed atmosphere that was active again, Zhou Jiyue had already brought a few disciples of his White Lotus Sect to take paper and pencils, move a large wine jar, and bring a sheep. When Yue Qianqiu saw that the wine jar and the sheep were placed in front of him, the paper was spread out, and the pen was dipped in ink, so he immediately picked up the pen and splashed ink on the white paper, and Liu Fangyuan on the side read aloud.

"In the winter of the forty-sixth year of Yuanhe, the twenty-seventh month of La. Today, there are Shaolin, Qingcheng, Emei ......" After reading the names of the twenty sects, Liu Fangyuan couldn't help but raise his voice a little bit on the name of the Xuandao Hall, "The Xuandao Hall and other twenty-one young heroes gathered in Stone Mountain. I was shocked to hear that Xu Houcong, the head of the Shengong Gate of Yan'an Mansion, led the crowd to defect to Beiyan, and abandoned the eight people under the door......"

Qing Fengnian had unconsciously bit his lip with his teeth and bled out. And next to him, several juniors and disciples were all like ashes. Just now, they confirmed from Elder Ying that the only surviving elder of the Divine Bow Sect collided head-on with the people of Wu Desi in the middle of the road, and almost fell into Shen Zheng's hands. If it weren't for the fact that Yue Ying came quickly and held the Son of Heaven Order, I was afraid that they would not be able to see it.

Who would have thought that once they entered Beijing, the former division commander and his classmates would be separated from each other, and those of them who were left behind would almost have to bear the reputation of traitors for the rest of their lives? Why? Why?

When an oath that was not written in sufficient style and was more than detailed, Yue Qianqiu clapped his hands vigorously, and when everyone's eyes and eyes were focused on him, he bent down and opened the wine urn, and then began to speak.

"Sect Master Zhou proposed to make a bloody alliance and punish the traitors together, and I naturally raised my hands in favor. But whether it is Sect Master Zhou or me, I have no intention of forcing everyone, everyone can go back to Jinge Hall to eat, drink and have fun, or leave Xuandao Hall. But if you are willing to show the world the ambition of our warriors, then please drink a bowl of sheep blood wine and leave your name on the oath! ”

Today's blood oath is no longer as primitive as smearing the blood of livestock on the lips in the past, and killing a sheep and putting its blood into wine is only the easiest way.

When most people were hesitating, there was already the first person who strode towards Yue Qianqiu, and it was Elder Ying with a heavy face. When he came to Yue Qianqiu, he suddenly took out a dagger from his arms and swung it high. With a few exclamations, he cut the rope that bound the sheep, and when he saw the frightened sheep running away, he turned to look at the people.

"I am not the head of the Divine Bow Sect, but thanks to the maintenance of so many people, I and these disciples can still stand here, saying a thousand things and ten thousand, I can't be grateful in my heart. What's more, the matter of the Divine Bow Gate, but I have to work everyone to swear, and I have a guilty conscience. Why should you use the blood of this animal, just use my blood to wash away the shame that the Divine Bow Gate has borne this time! ”

After saying this, he actually slashed his wrist with a horizontal knife. As the gurgling blood flowed into the wine urn that had just been opened, he said with a pale face: "I am old, and it is not a pity to die, but these disciples of the Divine Bow Sect are innocent in Fengnian, I just hope that everyone will drink my blood and wine, and take the matter of the Divine Bow Sect as a lesson!" As for the punishment of traitors, I don't dare to work everyone, after today, I should cry blood and plead, confiscate the army in the northwest as a dead soldier, and swear to humiliate the head of Xu Houcong, who did not have the ancestors of the Divine Bow Gate, before every war! ”

"Master!"

"Uncle Ying!"

I heard the sad and indignant cries of several disciples of the Shengong Sect, and saw them rushing forward quickly, Yue Qianqiu swept his eyes casually, and saw the faces of the young disciples of the various sects, at this time, there was hardly much schadenfreude or indifference that did not concern him, but more empathy and sadness.

At this age, which is far from being sleek, most young men's hearts are hot, and their blood is also hot!

"I swear an oath! Kill the traitors, don't break the Beiyan oath and don't return! ”

"You must kill that despicable villain!"

"Maybe the rest of the Shengong Gate was also taken away by that dog master! You must cut that traitor with a thousand knives! ”

At this time, Li Yiming also took advantage of the situation and chimed in: "Since this is the case, I will testify to everyone!" ”

Elder Ying watched one person after another raise his arms high, watched the female disciples of the Rejuvenation Temple hurriedly stepped forward to stop the bleeding and bandage him, watched bowls of wine pour out of the wine jar, and watched the names written in blood on the oath one by one biting his fingers, he only felt tears in his eyes at a great age.

He and Xu Houcong, the senior brother of the head of the family who has now defected to Beiyan, also had this high-spirited youth, but that was a long time ago. Over the years, he has heard more and more whining and complaining, more and more lamentation and dissatisfaction, more and more abuse and quarrels...... But he never thought that Xu Houcong would choose to take the road of no return.

Senior brother, if you don't even want your family and country, will Beiyan really treat you as a guest?

In your eyes, are we the pigs and dogs who don't regret death?