Seeing that Qin Yujie was coming, the old man of the gray fir hurriedly stepped back, wanting to dodge this punch, but unfortunately he was old and frail, and his actions were slow, where could he dodge? Seeing that Qin Yujie's punch was about to hit the old man's chest, the disciples of Qin Wutang behind Qin Yujie couldn't help but shake their heads, although they couldn't bear it in their hearts, they didn't dare to reach out to care about Qin Yujie's affairs. It seems that this old man is going to be seriously injured, who are you messing with, just mess with Qin Yujie, he is notoriously narrow-minded in Qin Wutang, who dares to provoke him easily on weekdays?

Only Qin Yubai next to him made a gesture to stop him, and persuaded in a low voice: "Okay, Yujie, I don't think this old man is intentionally offended, you can just act lightly, right?"

The old man seemed to be frightened by this punch, his face turned pale, and his mouth was even more babbling and shouting: "Qin Wutang's disciples kill people, Qin Wutang's disciples kill people...", frightened, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Qin Yujie was a little surprised when he saw that his punch missed, and he was dodged by the old man of the gray fir tree, and then looked at the face of the old man of the gray fir tree, although he was pale in panic, but there seemed to be a sly light flashing in his two eyes, and he faintly winked at Qin Yujie, grinning his teeth?

Qin Yujie was furious, it turns out that this old guy is deliberately teasing me? Since you can dodge my punch, then I will kick you again, where do I see you fleeing? Raised his foot and kicked at the gray fir old man on the ground: I asked you to pretend to be crazy and stupid with me!

The gray fir old man exclaimed, at this moment he was sitting on the ground, and there was no room to retreat, unless he took this kick hard? At this moment, a clear female voice came from the side: "Stop! An old man, do you also use such a ruthless hand?", a figure in the oblique stab stretched out his leg and kicked horizontally, which happened to collide with Qin Yujie's kick, and took this move.

Qin Yujie looked up and saw that there was a woman in a goose yellow practice uniform standing in front of him, pretty and jade, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a gentle and beautiful face, and a slight trace of anger on her white jade-like face.

"Hmph, who are you, dare to meddle with our Qin Wutang's affairs?" Qin Yujie didn't take these people in front of him in his eyes, in Wuwei County, as Qin Wutang's two geniuses, he had never been afraid of anyone.

Feng Jinglei frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when Feng Qingshan took a step forward and shouted, "What about Qin Wutang? Can you bully the old man on the street and do whatever he wants?"

"What are you......" Qin Yujie's neck was stalked, and his mouth was about to speak wildly, but he was grabbed by Qin Yubai next to him, hugged his fist at Feng Jinglei, and said: "On the other side, Lord Feng of the Duhu Mansion? As he spoke, he whispered to Qin Yujie: "Senior brother, doesn't Master often mention Lord Feng's prestige to us, so that we have the opportunity to ask more about it?

Master also once told him that in this Wuwei county town, there is no need to be afraid of anyone if there is Master and Qin Wutang to support him, but if you meet people from the Shangguan family and the Feng family, don't do too much, after all, everyone is the leader in this county town, and they always have to give each other some face......

Thinking of this, Qin Yujie snorted coldly, and didn't give Feng Thunder a salute, glared fiercely at the gray fir old man on the ground, turned his head and walked away. Seeing him like this, Qin Yubai had no choice but to smile bitterly and bow to Feng Jinglei again, his eyes stayed on Feng Qingyan's face for a moment, nodded slightly at her, and left.

When the gray fir old man saw Qin Yujie and the others leaving, he got up from the ground, patted the dust on his buttocks, walked up to Feng Qingyan and Feng Qingshan, and said, "Thank you for this young lady and son's help... Little old man, I don't have anything, but it's a pity to thank you... Otherwise, I'll give you this heirloom sword to the two of you......"

Feng Qingyan heard the words of the old man of Gray Shan, and hurriedly patted the long sword on his waist and said, "Thank you, old man, Qingyan has his own weapons, so he doesn't covet the old man... That heirloom sword......"

When the gray fir old man heard Feng Qingyan's words, he looked at Feng Qingshan's empty waist again, Feng Qingshan hurriedly shirked and said, "That... I'm practicing marksmanship, you see... Your heirloom sword ......"

"I don't need money, I don't need money for this sword, I gave it to you, the little boy, you saved me just now. You see that the marksmanship you practice is suitable for long-range attacks, if it is close combat, the sword is the best blade......" The gray fir old man couldn't help but stuff the gray "iron sword" into Feng Qingshan's hand, and introduced it again and again: "This sword is not an ordinary mortal, it still needs to be dripping blood to recognize the master..." Feng Qingshan excused himself again and again, the two of them pushed back and forth, the iron sword gently rubbed on Feng Qingshan's palm, and the gray blade actually broke a small hole in the tiger's mouth of Feng Qingshan's palm, and a trace of blood oozed from Feng Qingshan's wound and slowly soaked into the iron sword, and a faint dark red light flashed away.

Feng Qingshan didn't notice it, seeing that the old man was full of enthusiasm, he didn't know how to refuse for a while, so he had to take the iron sword, and then took out a silver ingot from his arms and stuffed it into the old man's hand, the old man was very resolute and refused to ask for it, Feng Jinglei looked at the iron sword next to him, his expression moved slightly, and said to the old man: " Since the seniors can give this family heirloom sword to my son, a mere ingots can only talk about gratitude, if there is anything that needs the help of Fengfu in the future, the seniors can go to the Duhu Mansion to talk about it. ”

When the gray fir old man heard Feng Jinglei's words, he nodded slightly to him, took the silver ingot, glanced at Feng Qingshan and Feng Qingyan, frowned and said, "Don't forget, the reputation is small, but the safety is big." As he spoke, he turned around and left, and when he walked past Feng Jinglei, he whispered: "As for the Feng family's gains and losses in this game, it is on the people who have not returned for a long time. ”

What does this mean, does it remind us that there will be danger in the competition? Feng Qingyan whispered the old man's words and whispered to himself, while Feng Qingshan saw that the old man was about to leave, and hurriedly asked, "Old man, what is the name of this sword?"

"Sword name Blood Moon ......" The gray fir old man said from afar, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The gains and losses of this game, but on the people who have not returned for a long time? Feng Jinglei heard the words of the old man of the gray fir "mysterious and secret", frowned tightly, and then looked at the figure of the old man, flashed in the crowd, and there was no trace of him, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, Feng Jinglei swept around with a pair of phoenix eyes, and there was no figure and breath of the old man of the gray fir tree, which made him surprised again.

"Blood Moon, it looks like it's just an iron sword, how can it have such a domineering name?" Feng Qingshan picked up the iron sword and looked at it, waved it lightly, and then prepared to hang it on his waist, as soon as the iron sword touched the storage bag on his waist, it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Feng Qingshan looked at the empty palm, was taken aback, looked left and right, looked up and down, and didn't see the iron sword, and hurriedly said to Feng Qingyan: "Sister, the iron sword that the old man gave me is gone." ”

Feng Qingyan was muttering the old man's words, without raising his head, and said in his mouth: "Naturally, you put it in the storage bag, didn't you also put the flying phoenix gun that your father gave you in the storage bag?"

"However, this storage bag of mine is only a yellow-level mysterious weapon, which can only hold mysterious weapons, not ordinary things and ordinary weapons, it is just an iron sword......

Thinking of his sister's words, he thought about it, communicated with the storage bag, and found that the iron sword was really lying next to his flying phoenix spear.

"Dad, that iron sword was able to enter my storage bag, does that mean that it is at least a yellow-level sword?" Feng Qingshan asked as he walked towards the martial arts ring with Feng Jinglei.

Feng Jinglei nodded: "It seems that this sword really has some origins, but all storage magic weapons and blades that can be called treasure weapons are divided into yellow, xuan, earth, and heaven levels from bottom to top according to their grades, and the lowest-level yellow-level storage bag can only hold things that are also treasures, but cannot contain ordinary weapons." The storage ring, which reaches the mystery, can store treasures and mortal objects at the same time. ’

"It seems that the old man didn't lie to us just now, this is really a sword, at least a yellow-level sword!" Feng Qingshan said happily.

"Well, you're going to have to put it away. "Feng Jinglei strode towards the martial arts ring: 'Each grade of the treasure weapon blade is divided into three grades: lower, middle and upper, and there are not many treasure blades in this world now, even if it is a yellow-level lower-grade blade, it may attract the covetousness of some martial artists. ’

Feng Qingshan nodded, closely following the pace of Feng Jinglei and Feng Qingyan, in front of him is a wide and solid martial arts ring, five or six zhang in length and width, there is no one on it, and the surrounding area below the ring is already full of young warriors who have come to participate in the competition at this time, on the left and right sides of the ring are two five zhang long and three zhang wide viewing rings, the height is equal to the martial arts ring, and there are several large chairs on each side, and the chairs are covered with soft animal skins.

On the left side of the ring, there were two brocade-robed people, one looked to be in his fifties, with a long beard, a white robe and a jade face with an elegant atmosphere, it was Shangguan He, the guard of Wuwei County, and next to him was Shangguan Lu, the elder of Wuwei Academy.