Finally, after Han Qianshan stepped through the sword ladder, he stood in front of the door of the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Fucheng stood there alone, using the overhaul as a barrier between heaven and earth, staring at the person in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Ask for a kiss or ask for a sword?"

Han Qianshan lowered his head, not daring to look directly at this majestic elder.

"That's asking the sword?" Huang Fucheng's face suddenly became gloomy, and his voice couldn't help but carry the coercion of the sword.

I only felt that there was a weight on my body, and even breathing became extremely difficult, but even so, this great disciple of Jianlu still gritted his teeth and said that disrespectful sentence:

"The younger generation is here, not only asking for the sword, but also asking for relatives. ”

The young man dressed in white and bloodied looked up at Huangfu Cheng, and his tone was extremely sincere.

Huangfu Cheng glanced at him and said indifferently, "Dongguo taught you to say that?"

"No, the master instructed me to ask my seniors for a sword. Han Qianshan was exquisite, and very cleverly replaced the question with a word.

In the world of sword cultivation, how many are qualified to ask the person in front of you about the sword?

Huangfu Cheng bowed slightly, if Han Qianshan dared to lie about this matter, then there would only be one abolished big disciple in the Sword House today.

Removing the prohibition casually, Huangfu Cheng said calmly: "In that case, I will allow you to ask the sword first." ”

Han Qianshan showed joy and was about to say thank you, but Huang Fucheng's tone suddenly turned cold: "If you can win, you will have the opportunity to ask for a kiss." ”

Hearing this, Han Qianshan's smile instantly froze, staring at the back that was like a moat in front of him, stunned.

"Idiot, what are you doing?" Qin Xin'er jumped up in front of him and said with a grin.

Only then did Han Qianshan come back to his senses, and called out like a dream, "Xin'er?"

Hearing her sweetheart call so softly, the girl who was still a little angry had already dissipated most of the resentment in her heart.

Qin Heng, who was watching this scene all the time, couldn't help but snort coldly, strode closer, and said in an unkind tone: "The surname is Han, you still dare to appear in front of me?"

Han Qianshan was a little stupid, and he was very afraid of this hot-tempered uncle.

This guy is not reasonable at all, and the most important thing is that now Qin Heng's cultivation seems to be far better than his own.

Thinking of this, Han Qianshan sighed, and the days ahead were sad.

Lu Su helped the old man to approach, and glanced at Qin Heng, who was yelling in front of Han Qianshan.

This young man who was about to become a Jindan sword cultivator suddenly felt an inexplicable chill haunting his heart.

Turning his head to see Lu Su with a cold expression, Qin Hengfang shrank his head and obediently stepped aside.

One thing descends one thing.

The old man beside him just smiled, and beckoned to Han Qianshan: "You are Xiao Han, right? ”

Hearing this, everyone was extremely shocked, did the oldest elder of the Sword Pavilion acquiesce in the matter of the two of them?

Qin Xin'er's cheeks were hot, and her fingers gently tugged at the corners of Han Qianshan's clothes.

"Qianshan has seen the old-timers. Han Qianshan was not a fool, he guessed his identity at the first glance when he saw the old man, half-bowed, and saluted respectfully.

Lu Su's eyes narrowed slightly, this title, are you Han Qianshan too long?

The old man didn't care, patted Lu Su gently, signaled him to restrain his murderous intentions, and then smiled indifferently: "Don't be polite, get up." ”

After saying this, the old man directly asked Lu Su to accompany him to the high platform and sit down, and the seat was only under Huang Fucheng.

Qin Heng breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this ancestor-level existence is not that he didn't listen to the three words of the old man.

He was really a little worried, if Han Qianshan called that sentence "Grandpa", he was afraid that it would be difficult to end today.

Huangfu Cheng's expression was calm, looking down, to be precise, his eyes were staring at Han Qianshan, and he said in an indifferent tone: "Senior disciple of Jianlu, who do you want to ask for a sword?"

Everyone looked at Han Qianshan, especially Qin Xin'er, who was pulled away by her brother, and her face was full of expectation.

Qin Heng's face was gloomy, and he warned in his heart: "Even if he chooses you, he is not allowed to stay." ”

Qin Xin'er raised her head and scratched her head with a little doubt, pretending not to know.

In this regard, the expressions of the juniors and disciples beside him changed slightly, today's battle was different from the past, not only related to the faces of the two kendo holy lands, but also decided to leave a heavy weapon.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and watched one person quietly.

Lu Su, who was standing on the high platform, clasped his hands on his chest, his eyes drifted out of the sky, and he seemed to be indifferent to how Han Qianshan chose.

Han Qianshan, who was carrying a lot of pressure on his shoulders, looked at the woman with a face full of anticipation, and then at the things in Huang Fucheng's hand.

"Disciple Han Qianshan, come and invite the ancestor holy weapon!"

When the words fell, some people's expressions were slightly relaxed, but some people's eyes became cold, and their hearts were full of murder.

"What are you talking about?" Qin Heng's eyes were red, and he almost didn't dare to look at the expression of his sister beside him, and he roared closely.

"Brother!" Qin Xin'er grabbed her brother, forced out a little smile, and said to the angry Qin Heng: "Forget it." ”

The two words, like two sharp swords, pierced the woman's heart and shattered it.

When he turned around, Qin Heng saw that two crystal tears flashed in the corners of Qin Xin'er's eyes.

"Master, Qin Heng please fight!"

Qin Heng stepped out in one step, his sword intent surging out, staring at the guy who didn't know what to do.

In the final analysis, although he doesn't like Han Qianshan, he is his sister's favorite person after all, and he can be regarded as a kendo monk with good talent.

But it was such a person who actually said such hurtful words.

"What do you mean by the old thief of Huangfu?" Lu Su frowned, quite puzzled, the previous questions between the two could be hidden from others, but they couldn't hide from him.

His gaze met Huang Fu Cheng, and he just shook his head slightly at the Lord of the Sword Pavilion.

"Qin Heng, you have to think clearly, this battle is not trivial. Huang Fucheng still spoke calmly, looking at Qin Heng who couldn't help but stand up, a smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Qin Heng clenched his fists and replied with a sinister smile: "The disciple will definitely defeat this arrogant boy." ”

Huang Fucheng nodded and looked at Han Qianshan: "What do you think?"

The Sword Pavilion asked the sword, and it was necessary for both parties to agree, if Han Qianshan shook his head, or chose someone else, Huang Fucheng would not force it.

"Boy, you'd better agree!" Qin Heng looked at Han Qianshan, his words full of threats.

Han Qianshan looked at the fierce gaze around him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, in this situation, even if he changed someone, it would be the same situation.

Taking a deep breath, Han Qianshan's entire momentum changed abruptly, and a pure sword intent stirred, "Sword Lu Han Qianshan, ask Sword Pavilion Qin Heng." ”

"Very good!" Qin Heng indifferently drew his long sword and stared at this bold guy, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Brother......" Qin Xin'er's heart was extremely complicated at the moment, she was both angry at Han Qianshan's ruthlessness, and afraid that her brother would really kill him.

Sword Pavilion asks the sword, it will die!

Seeing that his sister's eyes were full of worry, Qin Heng unconsciously ignited an evil fire in his chest.

A figure flew out, Qin Heng's hand was extremely heavy, the killing power of the half-step Jin Dan was extremely terrifying, and Han Qianshan was slashed away by a sword.

Finally standing firm, Han Qianshan raised his head and looked at the murderous Qin Heng in front of him, his eyes shrank suddenly.

Among the disciples of the Sword Mansion, Han Qianshan's talent is not high, so he takes the side door sword path of light and light techniques, which is more like the mortal martial arts, and pursues exquisite moves.

"Is there only such a yin sword move in the sword house?" Qin Heng dodged a sword and couldn't help but sneer.

Han Qianshan didn't care, and still relied on his exquisite moves, with the help of a method of unloading, and was in a stalemate with Qin Heng.

Lu Su quietly came to Huangfu Cheng's side and asked with a smile, "I didn't expect Dong Guo to really figure out such a set of swordsmanship?"

Back then, he entered the Sifang City and fought with the Dongguo Sword Saint who was out of the world, relying on his deep understanding of the way of the sword, and narrowly won a move.

Then Lu Su returned to the Sword Pavilion and had a hard encounter with Huangfu Cheng, but was defeated, which made the Dongguo Sword Saint, who had been cultivated for many years, almost give birth to demons.

After many years, in the hands of the disciples of Jianlu, there was such a set of mysterious swordsmanship.

Huang Fucheng smiled for the first time today and said, "It seems that the battle with you has opened up a new path for him. ”

Lu Su shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "Even so, Han Qianshan will still be defeated today, and before the world has not changed, the gap between the two cannot be bridged." ”

Huang Fucheng nodded, looked at Qin Heng, who was becoming more and more manic with his sword, and said softly: "Prepare to save people." ”

While the two were talking, Qin Heng suddenly exerted his strength, and swung out a sword with a full body of cultivation and sword intent.

The sword in Han Qianshan's hand was broken, and he looked directly at the sword and calmly died.

Lu Su sighed, flashed forward, pinched the blade of the sword, forced Qin Heng back suddenly, turned his head to look at Han Qianshan, and said angrily: "Just don't spare your life?"

Qin Heng, who was forced to retreat, seemed to have fallen into a strange state, sat down cross-legged, put his long sword on his lap, and slowly condensed the sword intent on his body.

"That's a big deal. On the high platform, Huangfu Cheng muttered secretly.

Bringing Han Qianshan to Qin Xin'er, Lu Su sneered: "There is a kind of saying it again in front of Xin'er, otherwise I will obediently stay in the Sword Pavilion today." ”

"Stay in the Sword Pavilion?" A disciple frowned, what does Uncle Shi mean by this?

"Naturally, he is the son-in-law of the Sword Pavilion, are you willing?" In the second half of the sentence, Lu Su asked Qin Xin'er, and this matter was to ask her to nod after all.

Qin Xin'er looked at Han Qianshan, whose eyes were complicated, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a voice of vicissitudes: "Lu Su, you have taken my Jianlu disciple so strongly, when this seat does not exist?"

Listening to the extremely familiar voice, Han Qianshan's expression darkened slightly, and the person who spoke was his master, the master of the Sword House, the Dongguo Sword Saint.

Lu Su's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Qin Xin'er and said, "Don't pay attention to that old guy, the one who compensates Jianlu, Uncle Shi has already given it, you just need to tell me your choice." ”

After being silent for a long time, the little girl mustered up her courage, looked up at her uncle, who was no longer a person in the Sword Pavilion, and nodded heavily: "Xin'er is willing." ”

"That's going to be easy. Lu Su smiled, raised his head and shouted out of the sky, "Did you hear everything?"

Outside the Sword Pavilion, Dongguo Sword Saint's face was expressionless, "What if you hear it, have you asked this seat?"

Beside him, a very young man was standing, looking down with his neck craned.

Lu Su smiled brightly, stretched out his hand and shook it from afar, and the young man suddenly felt that many things in his mind were constantly disappearing, and the stable kendo cultivation in his body was decreasing sharply.