With Zhao Min and the others leaving, the wedding continued to proceed in an orderly manner.

However, the atmosphere on the field is undoubtedly a little more embarrassing.

I saw that on the side of the Huashan faction, Xian Yutong, dressed as a scholar, shook the folding fan, and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhenren is really respectable, and even the imperial court has sent people to send congratulatory gifts, which is really gratifying, haha!" ”

Although this voice is not loud, among the many martial arts people present, which one is not a person with internal strength?

Even those who lacked skill changed color when they saw this formation on the field, closed their mouths in interest, and looked at this scene with curiosity.

"Hehe, Xian Yu is really good at laughing, my master is the best in the world in martial arts, especially by relying on the imperial court?"

glanced at Xian Yutong with a smile, a trace of coldness flashed in Su Zimo's eyes, and a trace of anger originally born from Zhao Min's messing up the wedding seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.

"Could it be that the head of Xianyu can't see that this is just a discordant plan deliberately used by the imperial court in order to destroy the prestige of my Wudang faction and the relationship between the six major factions?"

As soon as these words came out, Xian Yutong's face suddenly turned red, and there was a little more anger in his words: "Boy, I am talking to your master, you junior, what qualifications do you have to judge!" ”

"Indeed, Qingshu is just a junior ......"

The corners of his mouth hooked, Su Zimo smiled faintly, and the words changed, but he suddenly said: "I heard that the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction is exquisite, and the Qingshu is not talented, please give me advice from the head of the family!" ”

"Qingshu, you ......"

Song Yuanqiao next to him saw this, but he planned to step forward to stop this scene.

However, before he could make any moves, he saw Zhang Sanfeng smile slightly and said softly: "Yuanqiao, Qingshu, this child, I am very satisfied." ”

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's face froze suddenly, and he had to sit back in place.

As Zhang Sanfeng's first apprentice, Song Yuanqiao has been with Zhang Sanfeng for the longest time, and he has always been clear about his master's temper, and Zhang Sanfeng's words are undoubtedly equivalent to escorting Su Zimo.

On the field, in the face of Su Zimo's run, Xian Yutong laughed angrily and said, "Good, good, good!" Boy, today I rarely teach you well, what is called the dignity of the elder and the young! ”

"Please!"

In the face of Xian Yutong's attitude, Su Zimo smiled faintly, and there was no lack of silence in his eyes.

With such a formation between the two of them, coupled with Zhang Sanfeng's acquiescence on the side, soon, a few square meters of space were immediately vacated in the field.

"Choking ——!"

But Xian Yutong took the lead, and the sword light that was more than three feet long rose up, but in the eyes of everyone, it was like a long white practice.

Huashan swordsmanship, taken from Xiyue Huashan "strange", "dangerous" two words, and Xian Yutong as the head of the Huashan faction, a hand Huashan swordsmanship, although not much superb, but it is perfect.

"Humph!"

Seeing this situation, many people couldn't help frowning, and secretly despised such behavior.

However, Su Zimo, who was on the opponent's side, looked indifferent, and the corners of his mouth always had a hint of mockery, but in Xian Yutong's opinion, he was even more angry, and the sword move, which was originally a little hurried, changed a little, and it looked like it was full of coldness!

"Ding!"

Just as the sword light was approaching, Su Zimo finally moved.

With a flick of his fingers, a silver light appeared, and it was in the air in an instant, but it was firmly holding Xian Yutong's sword.

The latter, on the other hand, smiled coldly, shook his long sword, turned into a thorn, swept up diagonally, and stabbed towards Su Zimo's eyebrows.

Huashan swordsmanship sword goes sideways, steep and ruthless, attacking instead of defending, and killing with moves, his sword, like a dragon, decisive and ruthless, full of the essence of Huashan swordsmanship, but also let the Wudang faction on the side of the people sweat for Su Zimo.

Seeing this situation, Su Zimo also showed a bit of caution, his wrist flicked, and a sword flower appeared, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, but it was the last to come first, stabbing towards Xian Yutong's wrist.

If this sword is implemented, it is equivalent to abolishing Xian Yutong's right hand holding the sword!

Seeing that the two of them were so ruthless and did not leave a trace of affection, many people present hesitated to step forward to stop them.

As a party, Xian Yutong feels different.

Seeing the long sword approaching, Sen Sen's chill seemed to penetrate his skin, and the latter decisively took a few steps back, intending to avoid this move.

However, how could Su Zimo give him this opportunity, his wrists trembled, and his toes were light, but he followed him like a shadow, following Xian Yutong's pace, pressing step by step, and it seemed that he would never give up until he reached his goal.

"Ding, ding!"

The two fought in such a hurry, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was like a dazzling silver light, and the change of moves was dizzying.

However, no matter how Xian Yutong changed his moves, whether he parried or defended, Su Zimo's long sword always stabbed towards the Shenmen point on his wrist.

"Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Many people still have an impression of the rare ruthless swordsmanship in this Wudang faction.

On the field, Su Zimo and Xian Yutong have fought more than ten moves one after another, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xian Yutong at this moment is not caught, and he is stumbling, constantly dodging Su Zimo's swordsmanship.

Seeing this, the people present naturally had different expressions.

"Zhang Zhenren really taught a good apprentice."

But it was the Shaolin faction on the side, who smiled slightly, nodded to Zhang Sanfeng, and said, "It seems that the Wudang faction has one more successor after Zhang Wuxia." ”

"Bang!"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao and others, they were all furious.

Zhang Cuishan's death has always been the biggest regret in the hearts of everyone in the Wudang faction, and now, the Shaolin faction is undoubtedly deliberately trying to expose this scar.

However, considering the situation on the field now, everyone is not good, so they have to look at the Shaolin people with indignant expressions, but the coldness in their eyes is not hidden from those who have a heart.

Such a scene, in the eyes of everyone, seems to be taken for granted.

As the saying goes, the south respects Wudang, and the north worships Shaolin.

For the Shaolin faction, which has stood in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, this sentence that has been widely circulated in the rivers and lakes has brought not any honor, but an indescribable shame.

It can be said that it is precisely because of the existence of Zhang Sanfeng that the Wudang faction has a status comparable to Shaolin.

But although the turtle is long-lived, there is still a time.

Zhang Sanfeng is now 100 years old, even if he is the first in the world in martial arts, he will eventually grow old one day, and at that time, it was also the time when the Shaolin faction once again took the lead.

And now, the Wudang faction has a new star.

For the Shaolin faction, it is not good news.

I saw a few people sent by Shaolin, their eyes flickering, and their eyes lingered on Su Zimo, who was fighting on the field, as if they were agreeing on some plan.

Just when everyone in the audience was talking, the two people who fought on the field had a new change.

"Bell!"

Just when Xian Yutong was parrying, he saw Su Zimo's long sword shake, and the blade suddenly bent to an unimaginable arc, like a silver snake, winding upward.

It was between the lightning and flint that only a clear drink was heard.

"Drop it!"

With a bang, the long sword in Xian Yutong's hand suddenly came out of his hand.

Seeing this, Xian Yutong's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and the left hand, which was not holding the sword, unconsciously touched his waist.

However, when he saw this cadre on the field, especially Zhang Sanfeng, Xian Yutong helplessly lowered his palm, recovered a smile on his face, and arched his hand: "It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, the thirteen swords of the Shenmen in the hand of Qingshuxian's nephew, and the last move around the finger soft swordsmanship, it is really the true biography of Zhang Zhenren!" ”

"Xian Yu is polite to the head, Qingshu is young, he deserves such praise, where he was offended before, please also ask Xian Yu to be the head of the house," Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly got up and said.

As for Su Zimo, he glanced at Xian Yutong with a smile, his eyes kept roaming around his waist, and he saw that Xian Yutong was weak for a while, so he had to return to his position with a dry smile.