He looked away, put on a look of arrogance and disdain, and asked in a tone that was not cold but hurtful enough, "How much does this girl have to redeem?"

His tone was extremely domineering, and the shadow of the dragon slowly appeared behind him, and the hilt of the sword that his right hand gently held down, in the mist-like battle qi, slowly condensed a blue ice light like a wind blade.

The old bustard was so frightened that she took three steps back, but she was greedy, and a flattering smile quickly spun on her face: "This little brother, this girl is a prisoner of the imperial court, and it stands to reason that she can't redeem it." The old bustard said such words, and at the same time hid behind the soldiers, the military leader and his subordinates looked at Wan Jianxin, and they were a little helpless to urge the divine power, and the cold battle qi emanated from the pores, condensing a water shield in the air.

The old bustard smiled, her dark blue eyes flashed with a shrewd and vicious edge, she was an old bustard, and she had no force, but as the head of the official education department, she had seen countless kinds of men who wanted to ransom people, and even wanted to rob people, so she had countless ways to deal with it. Anyone who wants to take the girl from her will have to pay a far higher price than the girl herself, which is his business, and she has prepared a corresponding backhand, or backstage, in order to make a living.

Her backstage is not just the discredited imperial court.

"Since you can't redeem it, you don't need to give any money, just grab it. Shenji's voice came from behind Wan Jianxin, before Wan Jianxin opened his mouth to say the first mad word.

Wan Jianxin opened his mouth, he found out for the first time that this fourteen-year-old little sister actually had such a domineering side.

He hurriedly turned around, just in time to see Kamihime and Ayara out of the fence.

"Robbing people?" A hint of murderous intent flashed in the old bustard's eyes, and she turned her face to look at Wan Jianxin, seeing the latter's very innocent and embarrassed look. "I can give money. ”

"It's not okay to buy and sell by force!, this handsome little brother!" the old bustard's voice suddenly became very strange, or rather, her tone of voice made the hairs on Wan Jianxin's body stand up, and he felt as uncomfortable as listening to the legs of a sawing machine up close.

"It's strange, is there a time when the Jiaofang Division is not in business? Do you really think that an ordinary girl like that can bring you any benefits? Today's Qinglou, I'm afraid that there are more porridge and fewer monks. Wan Jianxin undauntedly put on a negotiating posture, trying to make himself look like a vexatious and sloppy young man, so as to dilute the bustard's desire to explore some of the truths that might be hidden behind it. Wan Jianxin thinks that Silver Dust's plan to save people should be covered up in some way to achieve the goal of paying less price.

"Of course they are all guests here, but the young lady's posture of snatching people just now is really a bit ......" The old bustard rolled his eyes, glanced at Ayaluo's back without a trace, quickly estimated her value in his heart, and his tone became much softer: "This little brother, I'm afraid I don't know, this kid Ayara is just going to pick up guests with his face tomorrow, and someone has already booked it, and now if he sells his body, the old slave ......."

Wan Jianxin narrowed his eyes slightly, he saw through the mind of the old bustard, or rather, the thoughts of this kind of person are the same, patterned, and they can be guessed at the same time. "Who?" his voice was clear, but Qingyue's voice was filled with a deep threat, and the threatening tone itself carried a strong coercion, reflecting a kind of confidence that the old bustard had never understood, and truly looked down on the world.

That's not the confidence that a rich kid can pretend to be, or build up with money and power, that confidence is too real, like a real mountain.

"The left army gate of the Divine Sword Army, the Divine Sword Army is not an ordinary ......"

"You tell him, if you want someone, let Xue Wuxian of the Divine Sword Army come to Gusu City in person to ask for it!" Wan Jianxin suddenly burst out, and after hearing the three words "Divine Sword Army", he yelled at the old bustard.

"Who is making a noise here?" Just when the old bustard was so frightened by Wan Jianxin's sudden burst of momentum that he almost sat on the ground, a voice that was almost as clear as Wan Jianxin's came from behind the official army.

"Also the military gate!" The old bustard trotted through the encirclement of the officers and soldiers as if he had seen a savior, and ran to the young man in a pale robe, a big red collar, emerald green sleeves, and a court-style sword hanging from his waist, and fell to his knees, hugging his thighs and screaming: "The military gate is also the master of the old slave!"

"Got it. The young man didn't look at the bustard, and as soon as he vomited the battle anger on his leg, he shook the bustard out and flew it out. He wore cockscomb hair dyed like a colorful parrot and wore smoky makeup on his face that showed his melancholy and decadent personality, so thick that it was almost impossible to determine his age. The man, who was almost a young man called "Yejunmen", stepped forward slowly, and the shape of Matt's head even split a distinct trajectory in the dense fog that was becoming more and more viscous for some reason.

Wan Jianxin looked at this killing Matt, his gaze swept over the three long swords hanging on his left waist with extreme disdain, snorted coldly, and slowly clenched his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"This official is the Divine Sword Army's Instant Light Battalion Temperance Envoy, who are you waiting for, dare to spread wild in the official camp?!" The young man strode to the position of three zhang in front of Wan Jianxin, stopped cleanly, held his hands behind his back, held the general's belly that was not obvious, and shouted arrogantly and ignorantly.

"In the lower ten thousand kenshins. Wan Jianxin's voice was very calm, calmly causing a commotion among the surrounding officials and soldiers, and making the old bustard's face turn gray at once.

After hearing the name that was almost taboo in the Excalibur Army, he trembled very secretly, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times stiffly and ugly like cement that was about to dry and solidify, but immediately, he calmed down, a pair of dark green eyes shot a mysterious confident light, and the small belly that was originally standing in front of him was even more forward, and he dragged his official tone, drumming a battle spirit with a strong official authority and declared:" What kind of ten thousand sword hearts, it seems that this official is just a vain name, or he still holds the name of the ridiculous number one master of the Heavenly Ranks! Poor and pitiful, a generation of young swordsmen ended up being liars like this?"

Wan Jianxin didn't answer immediately, just tilted his head and looked him up and down, making sure that he hadn't seen this person in the Divine Sword Sect: "Boy, look at your face, did you join the Divine Sword Sect later?"

"Of course. This official joined the Divine Sword Sect three years ago, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds in three years, and now he is the seventeenth on the White Dragon List——"

"Hahaha!" Wan Jianxin burst out laughing after hearing the words "White Dragon List", and behind him, the friends who were waiting outside the Teaching Workshop Division also laughed unscrupulously, only Shenji had a blanket face.

"White Dragon Bang ......" Zhang Baisheng held Yixuanzi's shoulder, almost falling to the ground because of laughter: "Hahaha...... White Dragon Bang, it's so scary——" He dragged out his voice in a weird manner.

"Okay you guys!" Wan Jianxin's face suddenly tensed, and he said seriously: "It's okay to be troublesome, can you leave some confidence for these weak chickens?"

"The White Dragon List is a bronze rank, and the danger in it is complex and unfathomable, how can it be easily guessed by the rank of a king like us? Elementary school students, the bronze rank of strong kings everywhere, that is the real Shura field! I'd better stay away!"

Kamihime stood beside them, a little frightened and hugged Ayara in her arms, at this time, she felt a strange loneliness, she felt as if she was too stupid to be excluded from these "brother and sister" jokes.

Wan Jianxin didn't smile, because there was no need, in front of him, this so-called speed of distraction that had reached the level of distraction was just an arrogant but not necessarily strong ant, and at this time, he deeply felt that he was like a lion surrounded by a group of rats.

"The seventeenth on the White Dragon List, hehe, it looks bad enough! What is the White Dragon List, the Dog Head List is still close to ......."

"The surname Wan, your era has long ended, and the sky has changed, understand? The sky has changed, changed, understood?" Ye Su did not put Wan Jianxin's ridicule in his eyes, or rather, the samurai of this era have taken ridicule and being ridiculed as commonplace, the two armies are facing each other, the master is dueling, who doesn't laugh at each other at the beginning, destroy the enemy's prestige, and strengthen their own morale? And he really doesn't necessarily take Wan Jianxin in his eyes, what about the young masters, what about the number one in the world, when the disciples of the Divine Sword Army secretly begged for the cultivation method of battle qi from the slaves of Jianzhou, the power of the water element can wipe out the level of all wind elements, and all the realm divisions in the past will be meaningless.

The power of the wind still exists, and he can also use the ordinary Gangfeng at any time, but in terms of combat, the battle qi is far more powerful than the Gangfeng, because the water flow of 50 meters per second is greater than the thrust of the wind at 300 meters per second. With the support of battle qi, of course, he was not afraid of Wan Jianxin, he launched his divine skill, and condensed a shining water shield in front of Wan Jianxin, and said with an arrogant smile: "See? Have you seen it? This is a new power after the sky changes, your wind pressure, Liulan or something, can penetrate such a shield?"

Wan Jianxin flattened his mouth, stretched out his hand, and didn't even use the battle qi, so he pointed a hole in the shield.

"The Excalibur Army is all waste who can only play tricks and can't even use swords!" his tone was already a little stern: "Swordsmen are fighting, what the fuck is so much nonsense!"

"Huh, a sect outcast, an out-of-the-air swordsman who clings to the power of the old times, dare to be so crazy?" also exclaimed very exaggeratedly, and then looked around at the soldiers on the left and right, these officers and soldiers all laughed one by one, there was not much mockery in the laughter, only sycophancy and obedience, and the giggling laughter sounded a little forced.

The corners of Wan Jianxin's mouth twitched, and he could see that a threatening look flashed in Ye Su's eyes, which was to the effect: "Who dares not to laugh? Be careful that the master gives you little shoes to wear." ”

"Such an officer, such a soldier, is really not saved. Wan Jianxin vomited in his heart, adjusted his posture slightly, and immediately showed the awe-inspiring momentum of a swordsman when he was facing the enemy: "It's useless to talk more, let's take out the sword!"

"This official is talking so much to you in order not to injure the untouchables!" Ye Su sneered and reached out to grasp the hilt of a sword at his waist, and slowly drew out the long sword. One of the three standard long swords was slowly pulled out, and ripples like flowing water rippled on the edge of the blade, almost rippling with the air, and with this rippling force, the wind pressure burst up, and the layers of impact were spread out in the continuous humming sound, continuously pressing on Wan Jianxin's body.

The wind pressure of the battle atmosphere, unlike the ordinary wind pressure, can spread out a large area, and the wind pressure with a relatively low but also very powerful physical impact force is not exactly the same as the wind pressure of the original Gangfeng, but there are also commonalities. Although there is no lethal power, it can also weaken the opponent's momentum, morale and even the realm in advance, creating a more favorable situation for the real, condensed into icy water of the divine move itself.

When the sword was completely pulled out by Ye Su, the wind pressure spread out, and the courtyard was already filled, the cold wind was blowing, and between the fluctuations of the water mist, pieces of fine snowflakes fell on Wan Jianxin's body, slowly contacting and stacking, forming a frost that blocked the action, Wan Jianxin frowned, and he felt that the entire heavenly rule seemed to be mixed with the silver dust's "Ice and Snow Sealing Divine Sword".

"It's a weird day. Wan Jian thought to himself, and at the same time heard a loud laugh: "How? Our Wan Daxia? Even if you have a powerful sword style, how many moves can you use now?

"You just try!" Wan Jianxin shouted stubbornly, and at the same time, the hand holding the sword suddenly let go, he knew that there was no need to draw the sword at this time, with his own soul energy level, condensing the "Dragon Tooth" Ice Sword Qi could crack all the opponent's swordsmanship.

If he and the person in front of him only talk about swordsmanship attainments, the gap is too big, but the gap in comprehensive combat power is a little smaller.

The advantage of Ye Su over Wan Jianxin is that he has received the complete inheritance of the slaves of Jianzhou, or the complete slavery education, and his understanding and use of battle qi is much more powerful than Wan Jianxin, but Wan Jianxin is in pure swordsmanship, which can definitely be crushed into scum. And swordsmanship is the life of a swordsman, and it is all the meaning of a swordsman's existence in the world.

If the swordsmanship is not good, the empty power will still be killed instantly, after all, at this time, the speed of the knife, gun, stick, axe, hammer is not used, but the sword is used!

"Then Benguan will really teach you, the real power, what the real sword is!" also smiled arrogantly, and a dark blue ice light suddenly erupted from the dry laughter, the ice light was cold and heavy, like a silent winter spliced together by endless cold wind, and the blue ice light sword slashed out quickly with a move that Wan Jian Xin had never seen before, turning into a half-moon-shaped sword qi.