Half a month later.

The weather was crisp, and the pigeons were circling and flying in the sky.

The sword skill field of the Guangliu Sword Sect was already full of people at this time. There are white-shirted disciples on the three sides of the south and northwest in the stands, all of whom are disciples of the Guangliu Sword Sect. And about fifty people in the east, dressed in purple shirts and short robes, are disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect.

The rostrum was more than a zhang higher than the sword arena, and Zuoqiu Zhongyun sat in the north and faced south, seemingly sitting on the Nanmu carved chair with a pair of sharp eyes, looking down on everything in the field.

Zuo Qiu Zhongyun was on the left side of the guest of honor, and there were a woman and three men sitting. Among them, the woman was dressed in a lilac gown, about thirty years old, and her posture was quite good, although she sat upright, she could also see that her curves were exquisite, and she was extremely good. This woman is the widow of Mu Dingtian, the head of the Dingtian Sword Sect, Mrs. Mou.

The three men beside him were the three powerful disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect.

On the left Qiu Zhongyun and on the right sat the second apprentice Yin Zhenya, the fifth apprentice Huo Sanyue and the two junior senior apprentices. Pity this Zuoqiu Zhongyun's five great disciples, three have died young.

In the center of the seat is a beautiful mahogany table, and the table is filled with colorful melon and fruit cakes on a silver plate, which is very tempting to the appetite.

At this time, Mrs. Mu looked at the sky and estimated that it was already past the hour, so she turned sideways to Zuoqiu Zhongyun and said, "Zuoqiu Master, I see that the time is almost over, and the disciples have also taken their seats, please start." ”

Zuoqiu Zhongyun arched his hand and said, "Okay." After speaking, he slowly stood up, but he was no longer in the wind like before, but with a big Luo pot on his head, Zuoqiu Zhongyun was actually hunchbacked.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun's hunchback is also related to the demon eradication war five years ago.

At that time, the crocodile demon's final blow produced a huge impact, injuring Zuoqiu Zhongyun, who was crawling in the mud ditch, and a large piece of flesh and skin on his back was severely cut. If it weren't for the immortal medicine, maybe he would have reported to Lord Yama a long time ago.

But even if there is an immortal medicine, due to the severity of the injury, the muscles and bones have been injured, and after the injury is healed, the body will become a hunchback.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun became extremely ugly because of his figure, so he gave up on himself, and once had the idea of committing suicide.

But later, I found that there were more and more people who came to visit the Guangliu Sword Sect, including many children of celebrities and dignitaries. I knew that because of the demon eradication war, I had already become a hero in the hearts of the world.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun was originally an extremely tenacious person, and the improvement of his martial arts status, coupled with the persuasion of his peers and the pleading of his disciples, Zuoqiu Zhongyun's state of mind gradually broadened. In the end, he did reach that state of being disabled and determined. In just five years, with this Luo Pot body, the sword qi realm was raised to the sixth layer of the sword realm. In five years, he has improved by as many as three levels in the field of Edgeworth, which has to be admired.

Since then, Zuoqiu Zhongyun no longer claims to be a Guangliuzi, and always laughs at himself as a camel in front of people. Because the people in the rivers and lakes respected him, they also gave him a nickname, the Divine Camel.

Having said that, Zuoqiu Zhongyun got up and walked slowly to the front of the stage, ready to read out the detailed rules for the competition between the two major sword sects of Guangliu and Dingtian. Unexpectedly, he was deaf and clear-sighted, and he actually heard the two Dingtian disciples on the guest of honor: "This obscene camel is actually the head of the Guangliu Sword Sect, I think this Guangliu Sword Sect is also the same as this camel, ugly and useless." The other person smiled, obviously disdainful of Zuoqiu Zhongyun.

This person who spoke was the best among the junior disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect, Song Zhijun, who was known as the Jiaolong Sword, had a yin sword qi and had reached the first level of the Imperial Sword Realm. Make a three-foot long sword, the swordsmanship is "Turning the River Sanjiao Sword", fast and ruthless, often with three swords to poke people's eyebrows and eyes, take people's lives.

The person who laughed was the seventh closed disciple accepted by Mu Dingtian in front of him, Nie Xiao. His talent is extraordinary, and his cultivation of sword qi is extremely fast. makes a pair of one-foot short swords, the sword qi is yin, and it has reached the second layer of the sword field, and the swordsmanship is "Double Snake Sword". Although this swordsmanship belongs to the swordsmanship of the sword realm, after being improved and cultivated by Nie Xiao, it is also unpredictable and extraordinary.

Although Zuoqiu Zhongyun didn't know much about these two people, he still knew a little bit about them, and knew that their qualifications were indeed better than any disciple in the current Guangliu Sword Sect. But this character still needs to be studied.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun was also silent, walked to the front of the stage, and said to the disciples in the audience: "Today, the sun is shining, and Mrs. Mu of the Dingtian Sword Sect brought a group of outstanding disciples to the Contempt Sect to exchange and learn sword skills, and it is an honor to win. I am a person in the rivers and lakes, I don't say much, and I show my temperament by meeting friends with martial arts. I hereby announce that the Sword Fighting Contest is now open. ”

The audience applauded thunderously and jubilantly.

That Song Zhijun listened to Zuoqiu Zhongyun's words, so he took a big red apple from the table and was about to take a bite. Suddenly, I felt the hand holding the apple shake, and the juice of the apple stained my face. Just as he was wondering, he found that the big red apple in his hand had been broken into two petals.

"Don't eat it, it seems that what you just said was heard by the head of Zuoqiu." Nie Xiao on the side frowned and whispered.

Song Zhijun came back to his senses, and it turned out that the apple in his hand was broken into two pieces by Zuoqiu Zhongyun's sword qi. This apple is in his hand, but he didn't hurt himself in the slightest but broke the apple, and he didn't even find out how he made a move, this kind of sword qi is so profound. Only then did Song Zhijun understand that Zuoqiu Zhongyun was teaching himself a lesson in nonsense, and the magic camel was by no means in vain.

Song Zhijun thought of this, hurriedly put down the apple in his hand, got up and bowed his head to Zuoqiu Zhongyun, his face flushed, to apologize. Zuoqiu Zhongyun didn't say anything, just smiled slightly. Everyone was puzzled.

A burst of cheers from the stands drew the attention of everyone on the rostrum to the bluestone ring.

I saw that there were already two people standing in the ring, one white and one purple, both of whom were good at the younger generation of disciples of the two major sword sects, and their sword qi was also the third layer of the sword realm.

As a bell rang, the two young swordsmen stood up to each other, the sword flowers fluttered and danced, and the fight was gorgeous, and there were bursts of cheers from the audience.

Yin Xiaofei sat in the stands and saw that the disciples of this sect had leaked some flaws in the sword swing, but the disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect failed to see through it, so the two of them went back and forth, fighting endlessly.

Dong Xianci, who was sitting on the side, put the giant sword across his legs, and his face showed an excited and nervous expression. This was the first time he had fought with a swordsman outside his own faction, and he was obviously not calm enough for the first time to fight strangers and unfamiliar swordsmanship.

"It's okay, you're such a big guy, you've already stopped your opponent as soon as you stand on the stage, there's nothing to be nervous about." Yin Xiaofei said on the side.

Dong Xianci nodded vigorously, closed his eyes, didn't look at the back-and-forth grappling in the ring, adjusted his mentality by himself, and concentrated his energy.

On the stage, the two of them are still like butterflies wearing flowers, flying in the sword flowers. Suddenly, the disciple of the Dingtian Sword Sect turned his sword style, and the sword technique that was still light and elegant before suddenly unleashed a heavy slash, which was completely different from the previous move, and even a little out of place. But this sword has a ten-thousand-strong momentum, and the disciples of Guangliu have to hold up their swords to block it. Unexpectedly, with a 'bang', a sturdy Guangliu iron sword was actually cut into two pieces. Fortunately, the Dingtian disciple stopped in time, so he didn't hurt the Guangliu disciple.

Since the sword has been broken, it means that the skills are not as good as others, so the Guangliu disciple held the broken sword and surrendered and stepped down.

At this time, the audience became silent, and in just a few seconds, the disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect thundered with joy, while the disciples of Guangliu shook their heads and sighed. Although Mrs. Mu on the chairman's seat still had a serious face, she also had such a proud look between her eyebrows.

This last sword Zuo Qiu Zhongyun saw it clearly, frowned and said in his heart This is by no means one of the nine great sword techniques of the Dingtian Sword Sect, could it be that the Dingtian Sword Sect has obtained a new book of swordsmanship cheats?

Yin Xiaofei also saw this sword very clearly, and as soon as this sword came out, he was stunned in his heart, and vaguely saw a black aura on the face of the Dingtian disciple, which was fleeting, but he didn't know why?

After two more rounds of fighting, the Dingtian Sword Sect ended up winning with strange moves. Although this competition is nominally to learn martial arts and enhance the exchange of swordsmanship between the two factions. But who wants to lose? And it's one after another.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun circled the masseter muscle on the inside of his cheek with his tongue, glanced at Mrs. Mu, and saw that she was still sitting very upright, but the pride between her eyebrows was more obvious. Of course, his two disciples also covered their lips and whispered from time to time, happy and unhappy. It's just that the older disciples beside Mrs. Namu still have a serious look.

The irritable second senior brother Yin Zhenya would have bared his teeth in anger a long time ago, if it weren't for the fact that this battle was between the disciples of the sword qi and below, he would have rushed into the ring a long time ago.

While Yin Zhenya was blowing his beard and staring, the fourth duel was about to begin. Yin Zhenya's eyes also radiated brilliance at this time, and his heart was full of hope.

It turned out that it was Dong Xianci standing on the stage. When Dong Xianci jumped into the ring, the whole audience was thunderous, and it seemed that the entire Guangliu Sword Sect was pinning their hopes on him.

The disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect had never seen such a tall swordsman as Dong Xianci, and they were also surprised for a while.

"Oh my God, it's so tall, is this a human?"

"Giants, giant swords, awesome!"

"We've all won three games, so let them win one, it doesn't matter."

Dong Xianci's opponent was a man who was also very burly, this man was about seventeen or eight years old, holding a three-foot broadsword in his left hand, and a pair of tiger-wolf-like eyes were very breathtaking, obviously not an ordinary person.

"Lao Niu can be regarded as an opponent among his peers now."

"Come on, come on, old cow."

The old cow in the mouth of this Dingtian disciple is the man who confronted Dong Xianci on the stage. His name is Liu Tonghong, his sword qi is yang, he has reached the third layer of the sword realm, and he has a three-foot broadsword with the three-foot broadsword.

Yin Xiaofei frowned and looked at the two big men on the stage, and said in his heart that this duel seemed to be a hard-fought battle, and he didn't know if Xianci had a chance of winning.

The two on the stage immediately exchanged hands after clasping their fists and saluting each other.

The giant sword was heavy, and Dong Xianci took the lead as soon as he made a move. The broadsword in Liu Tonghong's hand is mostly defense-oriented, but insiders can see that Dong Xianci slashed with a giant sword with both hands, and Liu Tonghong actually blocked with a sword in his left hand, which shows that his arm strength is amazing and his sword aura is calm.

The demon quenching swordsmanship belongs to the mad demon style swordsmanship, the swordsmanship has more attacks and less defense, and the more you fight, the more courageous you are.

I saw that the giant sword in Dong Xianci's hand was swinging faster and faster, more and more fiercely, and his entire face turned jujube red, as if a martial god had descended into the world. How many disciples in the sword realm in the audience also felt that they could not defend themselves against such a ferocious attack.

That Liu Tonghong gradually felt struggling, and the swordsmanship of chasing the sun was also extremely masculine and ferocious, but he didn't expect to be completely suppressed today, and he was angry and hateful in his heart. Looking at his broadsword again, the blade of the sword began to curl, and if it continued like this, it would definitely be defeated.

This Liu Tonghong is unmatched among the peers of the Dingtian Sword Sect, and in the long run, he has developed a kind of arrogant character. But today he was beaten so much that he had no power to fight back, and he was depressed. In the eyes of the tiger and wolf, black qi suddenly flashed, and his face became hideous.

"Not good!" Yin Xiaofei saw it clearly, and the strange swordsmanship of Xindao was about to be used again.

Sure enough, Liu Tonghong roared, and the sword qi exploded, like a black shadow enveloping the whole body, and the three-foot broadsword also revealed a faint black qi.

The broadsword rose from the bottom to the top with black qi, and collided with the giant sword that Dong Xianci had chopped down.

'Poof'!

A seven-foot giant sword was forcibly cut off from it, and a large section of the broken sword flew upward, and the tip of the sword cut a long hole in Dong Xianci's left cheek, and the blood flowed.

Everyone stood up, surprises and disbelief on their faces.

Dong Xianci shouted, covered his face and jumped to the edge of the ring, only to hear a few clanging sounds, the broken giant sword fell on the bluestone ring, and it was quiet after a few flicks.

"I lost."

Dong Xianci carried the broken sword, covered his face, and said with some frustration.

"Hahahaha, if I used this wolf sword technique earlier, how could I give you a chance to be arrogant?" That Liu Tonghong's eyes were black, his face was hideous and proud, he stepped forward and stepped on the broken sword, pointed at Dong Xianci's face with a broadsword and said.

Dong Xianci lowered his head and didn't look at him, muttering: "Father said, take a step back and open the sky, you have to forgive people and spare people, good is like water, water is good for all things without fighting......"

Liu Tonghong didn't know what to say when he heard Dong Xianci muttering, so he snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's just a false appearance, I don't know what to say." Although he didn't name him, everyone could hear that this was not only against Dong Xianci, but also at the entire Guangliu Sword Sect.

This moment suddenly ignited the *, and the Guangliu disciples in the audience got up one after another, grinning their teeth, if it weren't for the strict rules of the faction, they would have scolded a long time ago.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun frowned and stared at the Dingtian disciple who didn't know the height of the sky, and said nothing.

"Zuoqiu Master, the four competitions have been completed, it is better to end it here, I can also take all the disciples to say goodbye, so as not to disturb the head of the sect to enjoy lunch." It was Mrs. Namu who spoke, although she stood up and bowed her hands, looking humble and respectful, but she did not mention that her disciples were disrespectful, and proposed to leave, obviously with disdain and connivance.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun was annoyed in his heart, but in the face of a woman's family, there was no good word, the Dingtian Sword of the Heart Dao was sent to this woman, and the swordsmanship had indeed made great progress, but the way of the world and the rules of the sect were declining.

Just as Zuoqiu Zhongyun didn't know how to answer, and was about to end this competition, a voice suddenly came from the audience: "Mrs. Mou, don't leave in such a hurry, we have already prepared a sumptuous lunch, and we invite Mrs. and all the brothers to enjoy it with us." ”

The person who spoke was Yin Xiaofei, who was already standing in the bluestone ring, when did he get into the ring, and everyone was booed.

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the rostrum was shocked. Does this person have a tailwind? Can you hear the voice on stage from such a distance?

Of course, those who have a little insight will know that the young man must have been able to cultivate the ability to distinguish sounds for thousands of miles.

However, this is also what makes everyone even more surprised, how can a green-level disciple have such a strong sword aura?

Of course, people don't know, this is not because of how strong Yin Xiaofei's sword qi is, but because he has the immortal power of the Jade Light Glaze Pendant, so he can hear the words in the distance.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun is also sophisticated, so he pushed the boat down the river, and kept Mrs. Mu to stay for dinner, saying that it was still early at noon, so it was better to let the disciples learn from each other and exchange and learn. Of course, Zuoqiu Zhongyun wants to win one or two games against him and earn some face to come back, even if he loses, it doesn't matter if he loses so many games anyway.

Mrs. Mu didn't want to excuse herself, so she sat down upright, and said in her heart that Zuoqiu Zhongyun's face was as thick as the hunch on his back, and he didn't lose enough, so let him lose a few more games.

Yin Xiaofei looked up at the rostrum, then walked to Dong Xianci on the side of the ring and asked, "How is the injury?" ”

Dong Xianci covered his face and said in frustration: "Skin trauma, it's no big deal." ”

Yin Xiaofei rolled his eyes and said, "What about the swordsmanship I taught you?" How do you make such a mess? I actually lost to such a good thing, I don't know what to say. Then he pretended to be angry.

Dong Xianci didn't understand for a while, and "I, I, I" stammered.

But Yin Xiaofei's words, Liu Tonghong in the ring could hear it clearly, he raised his eyebrows, and a broadsword was placed on Yin Xiaofei's shoulder, and he said disdainfully: "A green-level disciple, who is not ashamed to speak, has a kind of fight with me." ”

Yin Xiaofei looked sideways at the tip of the broadsword emitting cold light, and said loudly: "The competition is arranged by the master, and it is not a fight. ”

When Liu Tonghong heard this, he put away his sword and clenched his fists, and shouted to the rostrum: "The head of Zuoqiu, the junior Liu Tonghong, I am willing to learn the swordsmanship of your master, and I hope that the head of the house will agree." ”

Zuoqiu Zhongyun was also very straightforward, and said loudly: "Okay, the competition will stop." ”

"Thank you, Zuoqiu." Liu Tonghong looked proud, obviously winning, and wanted to make the unknown kid in front of him suffer a little.

The disciples in the audience were in an uproar.

"There's a good show to watch now." Some of the disciples of both factions said this, and they didn't know who was watching this good show.

"Xianci, you go down first, and see your brother help you take revenge." Yin Xiaofei said to Dong Xianci with a smile.

"Well, Brother Xiao Fei should be careful, he is really good at what kind of wolf swordsmanship." Dong Xianci picked up the broken sword on the ground, jumped out of the ring and said.

Yin Xiaofei nodded, then turned to Liu Tonghong and said, "Actually, I am the cook of the Guangliu Sword Sect, and I was just here to see the excitement today, and I didn't have any weapons on me." ”

Liu Tonghong snorted and said, "What's so difficult about this? So he turned his head to look at the disciples of the Dingtian Sword Sect and shouted, "Bring a sword." ”

So a Dingtian disciple presented a three-foot iron sword. Liu Tonghong took the iron sword, threw it to Yin Xiaofei, and said, "Like this? You can get started, right? ”

Yin Xiaofei grabbed the hilt of the sword, danced a sword flower, and said, "Good sword, good sword." ”

"Come with a good sword." After Liu Tonghong finished speaking, a white tiger pounced, and rushed forward with his sword.

Yin Xiaofei pretended to be caught off guard and flipped the long sword in his hand, separated the broadsword with a pop, took two steps back and hurriedly said, "Alas, wait, wait." This seemingly very embarrassed appearance caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

"What's wrong again?" Liu Tonghong accepted the sword style and said impatiently.

Yin Xiaofei rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers and said, "I'm a cook, and I'm used to pots and spoons, so I like to have things with both hands, which makes the sword continue this habit." Can you help me find another dagger? ”

When Liu Tonghong heard this, he shouted: "Whoever has a short sword, borrow him." ”

The audience knew that no one had a short sword.

At this time, a voice came from the rostrum: "I have, catch." The person who spoke was the double snake sword Nie Xiao, and a short sword with a snake handle flew in a whizz.

"Mom, where is this sending a sword, this is simply a flying sword!" Many disciples saw the snake-handled sword flying like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and their hearts were all chuckled.

"Thank you!" Yin Xiaofei didn't look up, but his left hand was raised so slightly, and a cold snake-handled sword rotated around his fingertips a few times, and it was firmly held in Yin Xiaofei's hand.

When the audience saw him take the flying sword beautifully and neatly, they immediately cheered.

"Lost." Nie Xiao muttered to himself when he saw Yin Xiaofei's technique of receiving the sword in his hand.

Yin Xiaofei had two swords in his hands, and there was a sudden sense of arrogance between his eyebrows, and the two swords flipped over casually, and a charming sword flower came out, and he said calmly: "Come on." ”

The sword light on the stage suddenly flashed again, like embroidered silver flowers.

The two-handed Lin family's swordsmanship is simple and effective, it is so hooked and stabbed, but it forced Liu Tonghong's sun-chasing swordsmanship to the point that it could not be used, and even the tiger's mouth was faintly painful, which was even more dangerous than the giant sword attack just now.

This Liu Tonghong originally wanted to easily clean up this kid with the Chasing Yang Sword, but he didn't expect to be forced into danger again. In a hurry, the black gas in his eyes reappeared.

"Hmph, here we are."

Yin Xiaofei stabilized his mind and gathered the pure yang sword qi on the dual swords, avoiding being cut off by the strange sword technique.

"Ahh Liu Tonghong shouted violently, and swept through the thousands of troops with a move and swung out wildly with a stream of black gas.

But he suddenly felt a numbness in his mouth, and his hands were suddenly empty.

It turned out that Yin Xiaofei's double swords were short and long, and he actually clamped that move to sweep thousands of troops, and then shook it off, shaking Liu Tonghong's hand holding the sword.

Then I heard a crackling sound, it turned out that Yin Xiaofei was holding a double sword, as if he was stir-frying, cutting the three-foot broadsword into several knots in mid-air, controlling those broken swords with sword qi, and then using the long sword as a pot and the short sword as a shovel, stir-frying this strange iron sword dish. In addition, the expressions are rich and the movements are funny, which caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

"You ......" Liu Tonghong looked at everything in front of him, and his face turned red with anger. But he knew that the Wild Wolf Sword Technique just now was full of strength, but it was still lightly resolved by the person in front of him. Knowing that he was not Yin Xiaofei's opponent, he shook his hand, sighed, and jumped out of the ring.

There was another ping-pong sound, and those broken swords fell to the bluestone ring.

"Thanks for borrowing the sword." As soon as Yin Xiaofei finished speaking, his hands flipped over, and the long sword flew out like a dragon, impartially inserted into the crowd of Dingtian disciples, and placed it in the scabbard on the stone steps. Frightened, those disciples scattered violently, but there was no danger.

And the short sword spun and swirled, drawing an arc, and flew straight towards the rostrum. Nie Xiao pulled out another snake-handled short sword, took a tick on the whirling sword, and then grabbed the hilt. Although he took the sword, he also knew that he had lost.

The Guangliu disciples were thunderous and cheered.

Yin Xiaofei stood on top of the ring, with silver threads fluttering, giving people the feeling of a grandmaster.

It's just that the older disciple beside Mrs. Mu on the rostrum, a trace of black light appeared in his eyes for a moment, and it was fleeting.

In the cheers of the audience, Yin Xiaofei was about to walk out of the ring with a triumphant smile on his face.

Suddenly, he heard the wind whistling behind his ears, and then a very light footstep fell on the ring, if it weren't for Yin Xiaofei's bright ears, he would not have heard the wind and footsteps.

At this time, the audience suddenly became silent again.

"Master, he's ......" Yin Zhenya, who had a hot temperament, got up and was about to jump into the ring, but was stopped by Zuoqiu Zhongyun's undoubted eyes, but his body was still standing, and a pair of vigilant and somewhat angry eyes stared at the ring, to be precise, at the person who had just jumped down from the ring.

That person was the older disciple beside Mrs. Mou, about forty years old, with a beardless face, a very well-proportioned body, and a purple shirt, the cuffs, neckline, and edges of the shirt were all inlaid with golden thundercloud patterns, showing luxury.

All eyes were on the man, who was standing in the corner of the ring with only the sole of his right foot, and his right heel and entire left foot hanging out of the ring. But he stood still, which shows the depth of his feet.

Mrs. Mu glanced at Zuoqiu Zhongyun and saw that he had no intention of stopping him, so she didn't say anything, but there was a smug and admiring look on her face.

Yin Xiaofei turned around slowly, and saw the slightly noble middle-aged man in front of him standing upright on the corner of the ring, looking at him with a pair of wild eyes, and his heart trembled slightly. Xindao This person is by no means simple, and his sword qi cultivation is not under the master.

"A set of Lin family swordsmanship that has been criticized by the world has easily broken the Yang Chasing Sword and the Crazy Wolf Sword, little brother, I admire you very much." The middle-aged man spoke, saying that he admired it, but his face was arrogant, without any look of admiration or behavior.

Yin Xiaofei looked at the person in front of him, and said a little playfully: "Uncle, aren't you tired of standing on the corner of the ring like this?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled at Yin Xiaofei and said, "Little brother, since I am standing in this ring, of course I am here to learn your tricks." ”

When Yin Xiaofei heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man again, and said: "The little fights of the juniors, I didn't expect to alarm the seniors, I am very flattered." But it doesn't seem reasonable for you to come to deal with me, a junior, so don't you be afraid that everyone will say that you bully the small with the big and bully the weak? ”

As soon as he said this, the disciples of the Guangliu Sword Sect present began to become agitated, and they all looked a little indignant.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun glanced at Mrs. Mou, only to see that Mrs. Mou's face was still eagerly expectant, and at the same time looked at the man in the corner of the ring with enthusiastic eyes. Who is this middle-aged man in the heart dojo who can make this Mrs. Mu fall in love with him so much?

Looking back at the middle-aged man, the man was still holding his hands behind his back, standing on one foot and not moving at all on the corner, his face was still calm and relaxed, and he said loudly: "Little brother, you call me a senior, I really don't dare to be it." I have only been a member of the Dingtian Sword Sect for four years, and in terms of the year I joined the sect, most of the people present should be regarded as my senior brothers. It's just that I'm a little older, and I've practiced a little swordsmanship before, which seems to be a big bully, and I can't escape the blame. However, it has always been my life's long-cherished wish to meet friends with martial arts, and when I see a young hero, I can't help but itch. For the sake of fairness, I will stand on the corner of this ring, without moving my hands, let alone moving my steps, within fifty moves, as long as you can touch me at all, even if you win. What does the little brother think? ”

"Good!" When everyone was still thinking about how to fight without moving their hands and moving their steps, Yin Xiaofei had already roared up, jumped into the air, and then fell straight from the sky, pressing directly at the middle-aged man with his feet.

Yin Xiaofei's sudden shot surprised the audience.

Yin Xiaofei acted like this, of course he understood in his heart. Those who can put forward such unfavorable conditions to confront others must be people with unique skills, and the so-called art masters are bold, which refers to such people. However, Yin Xiaofei has never been merciful to this kind of person, in his eyes, such a person is a proud and conceited person, and he loves to slap such a person the most.

The thunderous attack also made the middle-aged man in front of him change his face slightly. But it was only a momentary thing, and in an instant he regained his composure.

Just when Yin Xiaofei fell from the sky, the middle-aged man's whole body was supported by his toes, and he deviated sharply to the left, and Yin Xiaofei felt an inexplicable cyclone rushing towards him from the bottom to the top, pulling his body to lose his head at once, and stepped on the distance of one foot away from the middle-aged man's toes with a poof.

If this blow is not successful, the meaning of the blitzkrieg is lost. However, Yin Xiaofei was not discouraged, pinched a pair of sword tricks with both hands, and struck at the middle-aged man.

However, the middle-aged man didn't know what kind of demon method he had practiced, and his body was like a tumbler, and he was on the side of the ring, so he didn't let Yin Xiaofei hit.

Yin Xiaofei is not stupid, he hit or stepped on the toe of the middle-aged man's only support point many times, but he was always pushed away by an inexplicable cyclone, and the last time he stepped on the toe an inch away, but he couldn't move half an inch further.

In the blink of an eye, forty-eight moves have already been exchanged. Everyone in the audience was already dumbfounded, and even Zuoqiu Zhongyun felt deeply ashamed when he saw the man's strange moves, the Heart Dao Dingtian Sword Sect was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and it was worthy of being the number one sword sect in Splitting Teng Mountain.

"Ahh With a strange scream, everyone in the audience stood up. It turned out that Yin Xiaofei screamed and had fallen under the ring, looking very embarrassed.

It seems that Yin Xiaofei has lost.

Mrs. Mou's face was proud and satisfied.

But the pride and satisfaction disappeared immediately, and the audience became silent, just because the middle-aged man said a sentence: "If the young man is a hero, I lost." ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he swept through the ring like a hayabusa and flew towards the outside of the sword arena.

Mrs. Mu, who had always been calm and calm, saw that the man was gone, her face suddenly showed a panic, she got up and chased out, without saying goodbye to Zuoqiu Zhongyun, and even forgot to take the sword.

Nie Xiao picked up Mrs. Mou's saber and bowed goodbye to Zuoqiu Zhongyun with some apologies, and Song Zhijun also hurriedly bowed and chased out with his senior brother. The group of Dingtian disciples were either inexplicable or depressed, and they also walked down the stands, and left with the middle-aged man and Mrs. Mou.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun stood up, watched the Dingtian Sword Sect leave the sword arena, and ordered the two major disciples to go to see off the guests, Yin Zhenya and Huo Sanyue also followed after receiving the order.

The remaining Guangliu Sword Sect disciples present all looked at each other one by one, and there were no shouts or cheers for victory, because they didn't understand how Yin Xiaofei, who was knocked out of the ring, won at all?

Maybe in this audience, except for the party Yin Xiaofei and the middle-aged man, only the god camel Zuoqiu Zhongyun understood what was going on.

It turned out that when Yin Xiaofei only had two moves left, he used a strange move, that is, to protect his body with sword qi and rush towards the middle-aged man with all his strength.

This clumsy move is no different from a street fight, and of course the middle-aged man will disdain it and easily dodge it. In the eyes of the middle-aged man, he thinks that Yin Xiaofei is still too young, and when he makes this move, he is typically impetuous, giving up and admitting defeat.

However, Yin Xiaofei's move was clumsy, in the previous forty-eight moves, he had carefully observed the law of the middle-aged man's body deviation, and calculated in his heart the distance between himself and the man when he flew away.

A vicious dog pounced, and was easily dodged by the middle-aged man, and he had already pounced under the ring, in the eyes of mortals, the middle-aged man was sure to win. The conceited middle-aged man, of course, thought so in his heart.

But in an instant, he felt a slight flick on his cheek, and when he reacted, he realized that he had lost.

The one who was blowing was actually Yin Xiaofei's silver hair. When Yin Xiaofei fell outside the ring, almost parallel to the middle-aged man's body, he suddenly shook his head and used the fiftieth move, with silver hair on his face, narrowly defeating the conceited middle-aged man.

......

At lunchtime, Yin Xiaofei still helped Lao Wu as usual, and didn't seem to worry too much about the two competitions in the morning.

However, the disciples of the Guangliu Sword Sect have exploded now, and they always feel as if they have a bad breath in their hearts when Yin Xiaofei won two consecutive competitions in the morning, and forced the group of Dingtian Sword Sect away.

In fact, it was not only the low-level disciples who had this idea, but even the second senior brother Yin Zhenya was very happy in his heart. In fact, the reason for this is also very simple, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and this Dingtian Sword Sect has been pressing on the head of the Guangliu Sword Sect for many years. Since Mrs. Namu took power, she has been even more unscrupulous, and she has been kicking the gym in the name of learning from other sword factions in Splitting Tengshan in three days, and every time she has won a big victory, so that the large and small sword factions of Splitting Tengshan dare to be angry and dare not speak, and they can only blame themselves for their inferior skills, and they admit it dumbly.

"This Yin Xiaofei is definitely not a mortal, since the senior brother left, he has not learned the sword from the head and other senior brothers, just holding the Lin family swordsmanship given to him by the senior brother, and it is five years to practice, don't say it, he really let him practice the doorway."

"Isn't this Lin family's swordsmanship a swordsmanship for forging and fitness? How did he train so well? ”

"This is Yin Xiaofei's extraordinary, if a famous teacher instructs him to learn powerful swordsmanship, then he won't go to heaven!"

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"Haven't you heard? The sword immortal who appeared five years ago looked like him, with white hair. ”

"The more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes, could it be that he is still a descendant of the Sword Immortal?"

"It's hard to say."

"Don't talk nonsense, eat and eat."

The Guangliu disciples discussed Yin Xiaofei like this, and it was obvious that he had become the focus of attention of the Guangliu Sword Sect.

Yin Xiaofei, with his keen hearing, will also listen to some of these discussions intentionally or unintentionally. Among them, he was a little concerned about the fact that he was the descendant of the Sword Immortal, was the silver hair on this end really the sign of the Sword Immortal?

However, Yin Xiaofei is relatively reasonable, even if he has the same hair as the Sword Immortal, but without the sword qi and swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal, how can he be compared with the same day? Thinking of this, I just smiled.

In the afternoon, after drinking the breeze tea brewed by Lao Wu, Yin Xiaofei came to the Immortal Heart Hall alone to cultivate sword qi. Recently, because he realized that his left and right hands used the Lin family's swordsmanship at the same time, he felt that the sword qi had also improved because of the improvement of the swordsmanship, and he felt that it was not far from breaking through the third layer and reaching the fourth layer, so he went to the Blessed Land Meditation Hall to practice when he had time.

Because the Soul Heart Hall is a closed building, it is difficult to absorb the spiritual energy of all things in heaven and earth in the Soul Heart Palace, so the progress of cultivation is not very fast. But this must be a blessed land in the world, and for the improvement of the sword qi within the body, it is many times stronger than in ordinary places. After weighing the pros and cons, Yin Xiaofei still felt that it was cost-effective to cultivate sword qi in the Immortal Heart Palace.

The Temple of the Underworld was empty at this time. The disciples of the Guangliu Sword Sect practice their sword qi every day in the Mao time, which is said to be the alternation of night and day, and the time when the yin and yang qi are the most harmonious and rich, which is more beneficial to the cultivation of the sword qi. In addition, since ancient times, there has been a saying that the rooster dances, so the Guangliu Sword Sect also followed the trend and set the morning class as the cultivation of sword qi.

The cultivation of this sword qi is generally cultivated for a maximum of one hour a day, and if the time is too short, the benefits are weak, and if the time is too long, it will hurt the body. Since ancient times, there have been many radicals, thinking that they are gifted and can surpass ordinary people's cultivation time. But in the end, most of them ended up with all the meridians damaged, and they went crazy, and the gains outweighed the losses.

Yin Xiaofei is well aware of this truth that if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, so for the cultivation of sword qi, he actually only uses half an hour every day, but he uses half an hour less than others.

However, Yin Xiaofei has been doing it for half an hour, but it is much greater than the effort and strength of ordinary people, and the formation of the pure yang sword qi is like a big river fishing for golden sand, it is all made up of bits and pieces. If it weren't for Yin Xiaofei's possession of the Jade Light Glaze Pendant, the progress of his cultivation might have been halved.

The green fairy rays and golden swords are intertwined and surrounded, making it a spectacle.

Yin Xiaofei was intoxicated with the cultivation of pure yang sword qi at this time, and his state of mind reached a state of emptiness, and he lost any perception of everything around him. This situation is very dangerous, but thanks to the protection of Yuguang Liuli, it greatly reduces the unwarranted crisis brought by the outside world.

Just as Yin Xiaofei was cultivating his sword qi, a rickety figure outside the Soul Heart Hall slowly walked in.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun didn't come to the Immortal Heart Hall for no reason, he came to find Yin Xiaofei on purpose.

When he saw Yin Xiaofei's illusory cultivation state, he finally understood that this young man who had pure yang sword qi, could subdue the fox demon, had the ability to pull out a thousand powers, and could defeat the Dingtian swordsman, would definitely soar into the sky one day and become famous in the sea.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun turned his head and looked at the road, and some of the desolate courtyards came into his eyes.

He simply turned around, and his rickety figure staggered out slightly. It didn't take long for him to turn back again, but there was an iron sword in his hand.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun did not enter the Soul Heart Hall again, but sat on the stone bench in the courtyard outside the hall. He placed his iron sword lightly on the stone table beside the stone bench, which was simple and heavy, with almost shiny edges, and on which the chessboard was carved criss-crossed, except for the black and white son.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun looked at the chessboard, slowly moved the iron sword away, revealing the entire board, and began to play against himself with his own mental chess. He didn't do it for anything else, just to pass the time. Because he was waiting for Yin Xiaofei's cultivation to end.

For Yin Xiaofei, half an hour is fleeting. The state of mind gradually recovered from the state of the void to reality, and he felt that the sword qi in the dantian was even more full, and the fourth layer of the sword realm in the heart should be reached in a few days.

Energetic, the five senses are instantly sensitive and open. Immediately, I felt that there were two ethereal and agile sword qi outside the Immortal Heart Palace, fighting and fighting back and forth. After perceiving it carefully, he found that the two sword qi were actually from the same vein, and they all came from the same person's body.

"It's the master, is he cultivating sword qi in the courtyard?" Yin Xiaofei was a little puzzled.

So he stood up and walked out of the door of the Immortal Heart Hall softly, only to see the head of the door staring at the stone table with full attention, his face sometimes solemn, sometimes stretched, sometimes complacent.

Yin Xiaofei realized that the head was playing with his heart, and he actually inspired the sword qi in his body to fight each other. This sword game, in the eyes of connoisseurs, is also extraordinary, no wonder Zuoqiu Zhongyun was only twenty years old, and he was already famous all over the world.

"Come here!" Just as Yin Xiaofei was expressing his amazement at this sword, Zuoqiu Zhongyun said in a somewhat old voice. In just five years, Zuoqiu Zhongyun has not only aged a lot in appearance, but also in a much older voice. It's hard to imagine that five years ago, he was still a beautiful man with high spirits and a jade tree.

However, the old appearance brought him a different state of mind.

"Yes, sir." Yin Xiaofei arched his hand and trotted to Zuoqiu Zhongyun's side.

"Sit down."

"Yes." Yin Xiaofei cautiously sat on Zuoqiu Zhongyun's right hand.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun looked at Yin Xiaofei's energetic face, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Xiaofei, I have wronged you all these years, do you blame me for not teaching you swordsmanship?" ”

Yin Xiaofei was stunned in his heart, to say that there is no at all, it is impossible. He also bowed to the entrance ceremony, but in the past five years, Zuoqiu Zhongyun really didn't teach him any swordsmanship, not even a guide or two. But the Guangliu Sword Sect took him in, although there were too many unpleasantness before, but in the end he still let him live with dignity, which he was very grateful in his heart.

Yin Xiaofei didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.

"You blame me, I know. But today, you may still hate me, because I want to invite you out of the mountain. Zuoqiu Zhongyun's speech was very slow, but very resolute.

Yin Xiaofei was stunned, and his eyes were a little overwhelmed as he looked at the camel in front of him who made him feel confused.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun suddenly stood up, patted Yin Xiaofei on the shoulder, stepped forward and turned his back to Yin Xiaofei and said, "Xiaofei, over the years, I actually owe you an apology. When you first came to the Sword Sect, I was actually very reluctant in my heart, and I thought you were a monster like the worldly people. You fell from the main hall that day, in fact, I could save you, but I didn't make a move, and then I tried to kill you with my palm, and you saved the danger with your tenacious physique. When you turned into a fox demon and revealed the pure yang sword qi, I was jealous again, and I kept you in the sword sect at that time, because I was afraid that you would be included in the sect by other sword sects and strengthen the power of others. All of this is caused by my Zuoqiu Zhongyun's narrow-mindedness. ”

Yin Xiaofei listened to the words of the master, not only did he not feel resentment in his heart, but he was more in awe. The palm of a faction can say his mistakes in front of the younger disciples, what kind of broad-mindedness it takes to do it.

"Master, those are old things, you don't have to worry about them." Yin Xiaofei got up and said to Zuoqiu Zhongyun's hunchback.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun nodded slowly, turned around, and said, "Lian Cuo has missed too much in this life, but he hasn't missed you, and he can rest assured under Jiuquan." ”

After saying this, the two couldn't help but be gloomy.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun picked up the iron sword on the stone table and said, "This sword is a gift from Lian Cuo to me on my thirtieth birthday, and its name is 'Yu Huang'. After speaking, Zheng pulled his sword out of the sheath, a three-foot long sword, the whole body was slightly yellow, the golden light was overflowing, and it was dazzling.

"Good sword." Yin Xiaofei couldn't help but admire.

"Zheng"! The famous sword is in the sheath.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun brought the sword to Yin Xiaofei and said, "I see that you are used to using the Yin and Yang double swords, so you can take this sword, just with that broken que." ”

Yin Xiaofei was a little surprised, the head of the house suddenly gave the sword, but he didn't know how to take it with both hands.

"Take it, this is your master's sword, and now I will give it to you, it is also reasonable, you must not forget the expectations of Lian Cuo for you." Zuoqiu Zhongyun said firmly, a pair of sharp eyes looked at Yin Xiaofei's face tightly.

Yin Xiaofei's lips pursed into a white line, nodded fiercely, and took the heavy 'Yu Huang' sword.

A stretched smile appeared on Zuoqiu Zhongyun's face, and he said with his hand: "After I was seriously injured, my state of mind may have changed too much, and my competitive spirit gradually weakened, but my sword qi cultivation improved more rapidly. I originally wanted to teach you some advanced swordsmanship, but when I learned that the Lin family's swordsmanship in your hand had been practiced to the fullest, I knew that my Guangliu Sword Sect did not have any swordsmanship comparable to it. Can you see what I mean? ”

Yin Xiaofei looked at Zuoqiu Zhongyun and didn't know how to answer.

Zuoqiu Zhongyun smiled and said: "The swordsmanship created by the Sword Saint has been ridiculed by the world for hundreds of years, and it is only strange that mortal eyes can't comprehend it, and so do I, hahahaha." ”

Suddenly, Zuoqiu Zhongyun's face sank, and he said solemnly: "The third-generation disciple of the Guangliu Sword Sect, Yin Xiaofei listens to the order. ”

Yin Xiaofei was stunned, and hurriedly knelt down and lowered his head to listen to the order.

"Yin Xiaofei, now that your swordsmanship has been completed, I order you to go out of the mountain immediately to practice, and after twenty years, the Hui faction will take over the position of the head of the sect." Zuoqiu Zhongyun said it clearly and sonorously word by word.

Yin Xiaofei didn't seem to understand the meaning of these words, and looked at Zuoqiu Zhongyun with a little daze holding the 'Yuhuang Sword'.

"Take it." Zuoqiu Zhongyun took out a bronze token from his waist, and the two big characters 'Guangliu' were engraved on it, which was strong and powerful.

Yin Xiaofei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing that this was the token of the head of the 'Guangliu Order', and seeing the token was like seeing the head. Could it be that the head of Zuoqiu really wants to pass on the position of head to me?

Zuoqiu Zhongyun handed over the 'Guangliu Order' to Yin Xiaofei's hands, and said firmly: "Xiaofei, I studied under Guangliu Zhenren, learned swords at the age of three, and became a swordsman at the age of twenty, and became famous at home. I know very well that it is difficult for a person who makes a sword to make a big difference in a narrow sword sect, and he must go through thousands of mountains and rivers and go through thousands of difficulties and obstacles in order to temper a more superior sword qi sword technique. I hope that you will take on the mission of carrying forward the glory of the Guangliu Sword Sect and work hard to hone yourself. With your qualifications, you will definitely make great achievements, and I hope you will not fail to live up to the expectations that my master and I have of you. There you go. ”

Yin Xiaofei took the token and the long sword, and slowly got up, the man in front of him was unpredictable. This person, who has never cared about him, turned out to have this infinite expectation on himself.