As the most shining male among the descendants of the Cui family, Cui Qian'an's limelight was all stolen by a scholar with a foreign surname.

This scholar with a foreign surname is obviously just a mortal, but he can live in the beautiful aunt's house, dangling in front of Qiumiao's cousin every day, starting classes together and leaving school together......

What's more, this scholar humiliated him in the morning!

Who can endure this kind of thing?

Cui Qian'an is three years old Chinese New Year's Eve today, twelve years older than Chen Yanjun.

Xiu Wei is a six-rank martial artist, majoring in swords, and can also be called a six-grade swordsman, which is four levels higher than Chen Yanjun's cultivation.

In this way, he restrained his momentum in full view of everyone, called Chen Yanjun a little aunt, and asked him for swordsmanship.

He lowered his posture very low, not out of humility, but deliberately set up Chen Yanjun in public to roast the fire.

In the huge front garden, except for Cui Qian'an's family, almost everyone sweated for Chen Yanjun.

Chen Gongzi does not seek poetics, and he does not take risks to save people regardless of his previous suspicions, such a noble person, but he is treated like this by Cui Qian'an, which is indeed unusual.

Even Old Madam Cui shouted:

"Nonsense, you are a dignified six-grade swordsman, even if you seal the spiritual vein, your physique is not comparable to that of a mortal Chen Gongzi, isn't this a clear bully?"

After that, the old lady returned to the main hall with the support of Steward Feng.

Chen Yanjun could see that the old lady hoped that he would marry Yourong.

Otherwise, with his charm, even if Qiu Mao doesn't like men, he will be straightened by him sooner or later.

Qiu Hao, now it is a card of the Cui family, and I even heard that even the prince is interested in her.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that if he could become Qiu Hao's father earlier, he would block this possibility in advance.

After the old lady returned to the hall, Cui Wanjun also waved his hand at everyone and said:

"It's windy in the front garden, let's go back to the main hall and talk about it."

The crowd followed and returned to the main hall.

Chen Yanjun, Yourong, Qingchuan and Qiu Hao walked behind the crowd and finally walked into the main hall.

He looked up at the hall beams again.

This time, because Lord Jian Zheng had already restrained his coercion, he didn't see the faint shadow of the mountain again.

"Grandma, you can't say that."

Cui Qian'an relied on his family pride and continued to target Chen Yanjun.

"Aunt's appearance, looking at the whole Chang'an, is only a finger to compare, if the little aunt can't even pass the little nephew level, how can she pass the aunt level?"

Chen Yanjun felt that what he said was reasonable.

When cultivators double cultivate, the love is deep, it is difficult to control the retraction and release of aura, and those who hurt others abound.

This is also why he was the first to practice the body technique among the seven veins!

Old Madam Cui didn't say anything more.

Cui Wanjun was also silent.

Everyone stared at Chen Yanjun with pity and a little expectation.

Chen Yanjun is very calm, giving people a sense of certainty that the soldiers are coming to the city and not moving like a mountain.

Instead, he pointed to Cui Qian'an's saber and asked:

"What grade is your sword?"

Cui Qianan smiled indifferently and said:

"Although my Qingying Sword is a Xuan-level spirit sword, it can only release sword qi when it is possessed by the spirit, so that it can improve the sharpness of the sword, or it can help the body technique."

"Once I seal my own spiritual vein, the Blue Immortal Sword is just sharper and tougher than ordinary swords."

Xuan-level spirit sword!

Chen Yanjun couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, quietly took out his iron sword, and said calmly:

"I have heard that the sword of the defeated cannot be kept, and the sword practitioner must always maintain the winning spirit, and if the sword is defeated by others, he usually chooses to change the sword."

"In this case, Chen proposed, if you and I lose the sword, we will give the sword to the other party, how about it?"

"It's also a commemoration, how about strengthening the relationship with the elders?"

When Cui Qian'an heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

His Qingying Sword is a Xuan-rank sword worth 10,000 spirit jade.

And Chen Yanjun's saber is just an iron sword used by mortals, no different from an ornament.

Isn't this a clear pit man?

Fortunately, Cui Qian'an felt that even if the other party succeeded in cleansing the marrow, even if the forging body entered the transformation realm, even if he was completely sealed in the spiritual vein, with the strength and speed of mortals, he could not be the opponent of the six-rank sword master!

"It's okay, it's not a famous sword, my aunt will take it if I have the ability, and if I don't have the ability, I will lose the iron sword, and let the little aunt wear a good sword for you."

Chen Yanjun suddenly felt that he had infinite strength.

I also have to admire this Cui Qian'an, scolding people without dirty words.

This battle must be won!

……

The rules of the sword competition set by the Supervisor are simple.

In the center of the main hall, a square sword field two zhang wide was drawn.

For the sake of fairness, the Lord Supervisor personally sealed the flow of spiritual veins in this area.

As soon as the seal was sealed, Chen Yanjun suddenly raised his head.

See the faint shadow of the mountain again......

There are three situations in which you can win or lose:

First, one side admits defeat and loses.

Second, if any part of a party's body exceeds the sideline, the party loses.

Thirdly, if any part of one party's body is stabbed or struck by the opponent's sword, the party loses.

Just hit it, no need to break the defense...... Chen Yanjun realized that the rules were still in his favor.

This means that if he has the right body technique, he will completely resolve Cui Qian'an's strength advantage.

It seems that the Supervisor is also on his side.

Maybe I want to see his true strength, but I also hope that I can get along with Yourong.

The crowd retreated, the old lady sat upright in the high hall, and Supervisor Cui stood aside with his hands in his hands.

Everyone was silent.

Chen Yanjun and Cui Qianan stood diagonally in the field.

Sword Match, Let's Go!

Chen Yanjun's body moved, and he wanted to occupy the middle position, but Cui Qian'an's speed seemed to be faster, and he reached the position one step ahead of him.

But what was even more surprising was Cui Qian'an.

A mortal is only one step behind him!

Cui Qian'an frowned.

Even if the other party succeeds in washing the marrow, and he seals the spiritual vein, this is too exaggerated!

No wonder the sister-in-law ...... in the morning Chen Yanjun was not afraid of his coercion, and forced him to shout out the three words of his sister-in-law.

However, what shocked Cui Qianan even more was that he obviously occupied a favorable position in the middle first, but Chen Yanjun did not slow down at all, and leaned over and stabbed with a sword.

Brush –

Although he was surprised, he had already stood still, and with just a slap of his side sword, he could slash Chen Yanjun's right shoulder.

As soon as he slapped the sword sideways, he never thought that Chen Yanjun suddenly stopped in the air!

Like a swimming dragon, he turned over and walked around the sword, and came to Cui Qian'an's side in the blink of an eye.

Cui Qianan was shocked and was forced to dodge and withdraw from the middle position.

This method is too ghostly!

Not only Cui Qianan was shocked, but even Lord Jian Zheng was also taken aback.

A tall and majestic figure also gradually walked out of the crowd and came to the sword platform.

It is Cui Qian'an's father, Cui Xuanyue, who once disappeared from the crowd, General Cui!

He frowned and stared at Chen Yanjun, interested in mortal physical skills for the first time.

The biggest advantage of the middle position is that it can defend and counterattack, so as to respond to all changes.

However, Chen Yanjun didn't care about the terrain at all, as soon as his feet landed, he didn't stop, and chased Cui Qian'an who was retreating with a sword!

Again, Cui Qian'an counterattacked with a side sword in the same way, but at a faster speed, in order to see Chen Yanjun's body clearly.

He was suddenly stunned, Chen Yanjun seemed to be able to predict his sword path, and he was able to turn sideways in advance and rub the tip of the sword an inch away!

Cui Qianan was forced to retreat again.

So, a very strange thing happened on the field -

The slow ones chase the fast ones.

In addition, because the swords of the two have not touched once so far.

As a result, Cui Qian'an's strength advantage could not be brought into play.

He understood.

Cui Wanjun, Cui Xuanyue, Cui Qian'an, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren all understand!

"You really entered the third realm of qi cultivation, I didn't expect that I, Cui Qian'an, would compete with Han Ping in the world!"

Saying this, Cui Qian'an's blood boiled.

He himself was shocked that he had fought with a mortal to such a situation.

"So I can't blame you for losing."

Chen Yanjun said.

He prepared the steps for Cui Qianan in advance.

Then continue to chase Cui Qian'an.

Cui Qian'an saw that he was about to reach the sideline, turned over and crossed the top of Chen Yanjun's head, his feet sank, and he used a high-level sword technique-

"Brahma Rain Flower Sword!"

This sword routine is exquisite, the sword is beautiful, and the place where the tip of the sword is swayed is like rain.

Chen Yanjun turned around.

Heart: The opportunity has finally come!

In his opinion, he has been training his body and practicing martial arts with the strength of mortals, and he can play his full strength at this moment.

And Cui Qian'an, but he doesn't know how to seal the spiritual veins and practice the sword, and the swordsmanship he cultivates is all the routine of the spiritual swordsmanship, once he loses the support of spiritual power, the routine becomes a burden.

If Cui Qian'an has been patient and entangled with himself with strength and speed, he will definitely lose this battle.

The problem is that no one would have imagined that his speed was only a little slower than Cui Qian'an, and his subtlety of his body, the ease of his sword moves, and the premonition of always being one step ahead of others...... It is far beyond Cui Qian'an's realm.

Unless Cui Qian'an is a saint, it is impossible for him to have no psychological fluctuations, and between the lightning and flint, he will definitely hand over his fate to the sword moves he is usually best at!

This is Chen Yanjun's chance to win.

Chen Yanjun changed his previous tactics, and suddenly unreasonably brandished Wang Bajian and rushed over!

His speed has not changed, but Wang Bajian's momentum is too strong, like a surging river, rushing all the way over, and there is no sword move at all.

Of course, wielding the Eight Swords of the King is just a façade.

The deep level is Chen Yanjun's subtle and pinnacle control of the body technique and the point of gravity of the sword!

At first glance, Chen Yanjun seems to have suppressed the shadow of the Yuhua Sword with a majestic rainstorm.

In fact, it was Chen Yanjun who predicted every landing point of Yuhua Sword Shadow in advance.

In one fell swoop, it formed a devastating momentum!

Cui Qian'an was dumbfounded.

Is this really mortal speed and endurance?

In a hurry, the sword move lost an inch, and he almost instinctively drove the spiritual vein.

In a trance, Chen Yanjun passed through the rain flower with a sword, and the tip of the sword was against his chest.

At the same time, the tip of Cui Qian'an's sword slashed across the top of Chen Yanjun's head, and an inch away, the sword wind blew away Chen Yanjun's bun.

The dust has settled!

A green silk hair was scattered, and the long flowing hair covered the side face like an immortal monarch.

The other half of the handsome face made those Cui family women and their dependents unable to take their eyes off it at all......

Elegant, he's just too elegant.

In stark contrast to his rough swordsmanship.

The women even felt that Fang Cai's rough sword moves had become gentle.

Like a drizzle, soothing their souls.