Chapter 191: Temptation

There is always a handful of people in the world who are born protagonists who can attract everyone's attention wherever they are.

The green shirt without the slightest blemish and the calm dusty face made it easy for people to think that they had seen an immortal.

At this moment, most people are in a trance, and a few people, in fact, are women, their cheeks are slightly red, and their eyes are full of brilliance.

Including Li Wudi.

His Majesty the Emperor tapped lightly on the table and quipped, "My eyes are going to fall off."

"It's not this rigid and boring guy yet, I'm too lazy to look at it."

Li Wudi snorted softly, but his eyes never moved.

In the wine shop, He Pianpian's eyes fell on the bridge deck, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she smiled: "This Shen Yu looks a lot better."

The man beside him looked indifferently, looking at this Taoist heir who was bound to fight in the future.

It's just that after all, there are still a few people who are familiar with Shen Yu who discovered the flavor contained in it, and then had doubts.

"It's strange, how do you feel that Shen Yu's aura has changed a little, but he can't figure out the realm."

Monk Hui Ke frowned and muttered, "Strange thing, strange thing."

Li Yi didn't speak, but he had the same thought in his heart.

Hui Ke said, "It seems that something happened to Shen Yu during this time, which caused a change in his state of mind, which should be a good thing."

Above the bridge deck.

Wei Boyang saw the droplets of light water at the end of Shen Yu's hair and the green shirt, frowned, and said, "You went to take a bath?"

"Nope."

Shen Yu didn't expect so many people to come today, so he glanced around and said casually, "I also went to have a meal."

The man's tone was calm, but a little unserious,

Hearing this, there was a faint smile from the surrounding crowd, and more people had strange faces and were in an uproar.

At such a high-profile moment, the guy in front of him did not have the slightest nervousness, but took a bath and ate gracefully, either thinking that he was winning or not taking this matter to heart at all.

Wei Boyang thought of this, his face turned completely cold, and he slowly clenched the small sword at his fingertips.

He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Begin?"

Shen Yu nodded and said, "Okay."

...

A cultivator's battle never needs too many pleasantries at the beginning.

Now that the person has arrived, he will do it directly.

Only those who win or survive are qualified to say something.

Hearing these two understatement conversations, the crowd of onlookers showed serious expressions, ready to look at the competition in the field with wide eyes next.

In the Yingxian Inn, a small person flew in, and it turned out to be the true spirit of the Book of Heaven.

It floated slowly on the emperor's shoulder, and then, a little tired, sat down against his hair.

The Emperor touched its head, looked at Li Wushu and asked, "Do you think Shen Yu can win?"

Li Wudi said without thinking, "It must be Shen Yu!"

The Emperor laughed, "Why?"

Li Wudi said casually: "Needless to say, it's good-looking."

The Emperor said, "Speak well."

Li Wudi stuck out his tongue and said with a smile, "Hehe, Dad, haven't you seen Shen Yu practice in the academy at the beginning, that realm Dao method... That sword .... Tut-tut, it's not me blowing with you."

The emperor said, "Actually, I have also seen Dao Yan real people of the Dao Sect make a move."

When Tianshu Zhenling heard this, he remembered the sword in the book, and rolled his eyes at the father and daughter at the same time, thinking that you should pull it.

....

The two of them stood quietly in the field, the Mingyue Bridge was more than 30 zhang long, with 24 holes, and the distance between the two was separated by 24 holes.

"I know that you are also a dual cultivator of the Dao and Sword Sects."

Wei Boyang smiled: "It's unfortunate, so am I."

Shen Yuming

Knowing what it meant, he said, "Oh."

Wei Boyang sneered: "Bidao technique, I'll let you make three swords, compare sword dao, I'll let you have three swords."

Shen Yu didn't hesitate, nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Without any extra nonsense, the wooden sword Jingqing galloped out of Shen Yu's sleeve and turned into a long rainbow, and the distance of thirty zhang disappeared in a flash, smashing the silver light curtain in front of Wei Boyang.

With a thud, the light curtain instantly shattered, Wei Boyang frowned slightly, and his body retreated a few feet.

Shen Yu waved his sleeves again, and another sword qi Changhong flew towards Wei Boyang's body.

It's so fast, it's just a moment.

This time, Wei Boyang's pupils shrank inexplicably, and the small sword in his hand flew out in an instant, and the dark red small sword resisted the sword qi Changhong, and then there was an extremely terrifying friction sound in the air.

From a distance, there were countless terrifying sparks generated by violent friction in front of Wei Boyang, and at the same time, his figure retreated again and again.

The terrifying sword aura vanished.

The wooden sword slowly flew back into Shen Yu's sleeve, and the latter's face was indifferent, and he said, "There is still one sword missing."

Wei Boyang's face couldn't see emotion, his eyes moved down slightly, he was standing at the head of the Mingyue Bridge at the moment, and quietly left the bridge deck.

Seeing this scene, Wei Boyang was silent and said, "Can you let the two swords?"

Shen Yu nodded and said, "Okay."

Wei Boyang's face was expressionless, and the small sword in his fingertips emitted a strange red light, slowly levitating in front of him.

The sword body was red, and the violent sword aura surrounded the sword body, vaguely turning into substance.

With the appearance of the little sword, the scorching aura of the entire bridge deck dissipated a lot, and the sword aura with a chill filled the entire street, and the summer wind came out with it, and it was even cool.

One of the famous swords of Qingcheng Mountain.

Dao sword Qingxiao.

When Shen Yu saw this scene, his expression was calm, as if the sword in front of him was just an ordinary short sword.

Then with a flick of the sleeve.

The wooden sword Jingqing soared into the sky in a domineering posture under the eyes of everyone, and then cut through the entire sky, blowing away all the chill on the street.

The wooden sword flew through the sky, setting off waves and landing in front of Shen Yu.

Seeing this scene, most of the people in the audience already knew that Shen Yu's cultivation had been completely restored.

Li Fugui didn't worry anymore, and said with emotion: "Mr. is really handsome, he is a disciple of the Taoist Sect, I didn't expect the sword to be so handsome."

Su Mo said with a smile: "These two people haven't made any moves yet, the two of them are Daomen monks, and the most powerful thing is Dao Technique, but just by relying on the hand of the sword, it is estimated that they can be famous for eternity."

The old devil then said: "Yes, young people nowadays love this set, it's pretending, old man, I've lived for so many years, and I still don't like it, thief pretend!"

The three guys in front of him with completely different identities showed extremely similar views at this moment.

....

On the thick branch of a locust tree near the Mingyue Bridge, there was a drunken and hazy young man, shaking a purple-skinned gourd in his hand, and poured the last drop of wine into his mouth with his head up.

"Damn, don't let people live, Dao cultivation to learn swords, sword cultivation to learn Dao, just give you the name of the sword immortal."

As he spoke, a rusty long sword that was pressed under the drunken man trembled slightly, as if he was a little unhappy with the man's words.

The Sword Immortal of Sword Immortal City.

It has always been unparalleled in the world.