Yu Wenfeng was bent on inviting the battle, and he had already taken a heavy step between his words, and at the same time, the sword strength forced out with his steps, and the wooden floor cracked with a long snake-like crack, forcing straight towards the sky.

And Yue Cang gently put down the wine glass, his body did not move, but he was like Feng Yue in front, but the crack in his body divided into two strands by itself, and dodged to both sides. But he heard Yue Cangqiong sigh: "Why fight again, there is a sky outside the sky, there is a sword on the sword, before the sword, this seat has already bowed its head." Although it was a confession of defeat, Yue Cang was calm and calm, not ashamed at all.

On the contrary, Yu Wenfeng's face sank and said: "You have improved a lot over the years, don't you want to try to enter the realm by yourself?" You must know that the world is so big, except for me, there are few people who can try your ultimate!"

Yue Cang said: "Although I don't know where my ultimate is, I know that my ultimate must be under you, the sword god pursues the supreme sword, so I shouldn't look down and bet on me, the loser." ”

Yu Wenfeng said coldly: "How bumpy the sword road is, who can always win and not be defeated?

Yue Cangqiong laughed at himself: "The winner of the king and the loser Kou, the emperor's sword can withstand a moment of failure, but it can't withstand defeat and defeat, this seat does not do a battle without a chance of winning, this battle is sent first, he sees the day of victory, this seat will go to Tianjian Peak to ask for advice." ”

Yu Wenfeng was silent, but the sword intent was rising, as if he was trying to force out the battle intent of the sky, "squeak-squeak-" The invisible sword intent turned into tangible sword qi, and the Dao sword mark appeared out of thin air, spreading with Yuwen Feng as the center.

Ying Feiyang and the four of them were sandwiched in the middle, as if they were caught in the torrent of the first storm, but they each saw different responses, Xie Lingyan turned from static, and the lotus step moved lightly, if he turned into water, he went with the flow and turned himself into Yu Wenfeng's sword intent.

Ming Ye was as solid as a rock in the water, standing still, although he felt the sword qi invade his bones and marrow, he still did not dodge, not only was he hard to be affected by the sword power alone, but he also protected Miao Miao, who had cultivated to a weaker level, behind him.

Ying Feiyang, his eyes were clear, his momentum was fierce, and his sword intent was also displayed, although he was far from being able to compete with Yu Wenfeng, but it was also like a ship in the stormy waves, although it disappeared in the wild waves, but it also sailed against the sail to resist the power of the sky. Yue Cangqiong was not moved by Yu Wenfeng's sword intent, but he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick.

At this time, a fifth young man arrived.

"Amitabha!" With a clear and pleasant Buddha horn, when the sword was rattling, an elegant figure slowly went upstairs.

As soon as this person appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the tense atmosphere present was light, and everyone said in unison: "There are such handsome people in the world!"

The cheeks of the person who came were as smooth as jade, the eyebrows were like green feathers flying obliquely, and under the eyebrows, there was a pair of black and white eyes that were picturesque, looking forward to love. smiled slightly, as if the flowers were blooming and the moon was bright, and the entire Luoyang Building was also bright for no reason. Xie Lingyan and Miao Miao were all proud of their appearance, and at this time, they also rose to be ashamed of themselves.

Ying Feiyang couldn't help but blush and heartbeat when he saw this smile. Then he violently stirred up, slapped himself hard in the heart, and said secretly: "Are you crazy, what are you crazy about men! Besides, you are still a monk!"

That's right, although the facial features and face of the person who came are not like a man, but the four bodies are well-proportioned, the body is slender, and the oily bald head clearly indicates that he is a young monk.

Although the monk's head is bald, it is not half ugly, but adds a kind of glorious and holy brilliance, with a woman-like face, as if it is a bodhisattva who came out of the mural, only as soon as he appeared, he diluted the sword intent in the field, and his feet did not move forward slowly, but his body was like a void, and the air was like a torrent of sword intent, and it passed by mightily, and it was an understatement, and it had entered the middle of the top floor.

Yue Cangqiong raised the corners of his sharp eyebrows and said, "It turns out that Master Shi Chuxin has arrived." ”

Hearing this name, Xie Lingyan said "Oh?" lightly, no wonder, obviously he had heard of it.

Shi Chuchu clasped his hands together, and said with a good smile: "The Sword Emperor said that he was laughing, the little monk is young and shallow, how can he be called a master." ”

"Young is true, shallow knowledge may not be, the master of the beginning of the heart of Buddhism profound, three years ago at the age of immature, in the Buddha heart Zen Temple opened the altar**, the language of the law, the sky is falling, the Buddha vein monks are all impressed, although this seat is only an audit, the body and mind also have a sense of purity. I just don't know why the master is here today?"

Shi Chuxin smiled: "I'm ashamed to say it, the little monk just heard that there was a banquet here, so he wanted to ask for a good fate, but he didn't expect that the person who invited the banquet was actually the Sword Emperor." ”

Then he turned to Yu Wenfeng and said: "Ling Yan is like a sword, Zhuo Ran is like a god, Your Excellency is the sword god Yu Wenfeng? It's just that in the middle of this high-rise building, it is not a place to prove the sword, and such a tension is afraid of disturbing ordinary people, and the sword god is also asked to be compassionate. ”

Yu Wenfeng was silent and unmoved.

Shi Chuxin sighed and said, "When the little monk came up, he happened to meet the grandson, and the grandson asked me to bring you a message." The monk cleared his throat and said, "I can't afford to pay for the house in Luoyang Building, if you dare to demolish the building again, I will deduct you from them." Shi Chuxin's voice is also neutral, and the tone is particularly good, accompanied by that enchanting face, although it is just a message, but it has learned the charm of Aunt Gongsun.

When Yu Wenfeng heard this, a touch of emotion appeared on his stiff face, the sword intent around him retreated like a tide, and the whole person turned into a wilted wooden old man again, and sat down without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yue Cangqiong couldn't help but smile and said: "The god of the sword, also driven by it, according to this seat, the number one swordsman in the world should still be replaced by Gongsun Auntie." ”

Ying Feiyang can't help but secretly surprised, Yu Wenfeng and Gongsun Auntie story he has also heard some, Gongsun Auntie danced in the city, a sword weapon hole through the sky, and Yu Wenfeng love swords and become obsessed, naturally attracted by its sword dance, as an opportunity for his own breakthrough, but Gongsun Auntie is famous all over the world, every performance, must be the audience like the sea, one is hard to find, Yu Wenfeng is shy in his pocket, can not afford to pay high fees, in order not to miss her performance, he actually sold himself to the Red Pavilion Twelve Fang, for servants, let others drive the cheap, in exchange for the opportunity to watch the Gongsun Aunt's sword dance at close range, this slave is decades, except for the annual dance break period is rare for a day of freedom。

The dancer singer is already a ninth-rate figure, and being a servant of these singers is even worse than the ninth-rate, and those who have insight feel that he is focused on the sword and is sincere with the sword. But more ignorant people regard him as a laughing stock, a dignified sword god, who is obsessed with women, stigmatizes himself, and mixes with a dancing girl, which is really ridiculous and generous.

Although I heard Qingbitter talk about this, but after seeing it with his own eyes, Ying Feiyang still felt that it was difficult to adapt for a while, but at this time, he heard a magnetic female voice coming from downstairs, the voice was not loud, but it clearly fell into everyone's ears, "The Sword Emperor has a reputation, he is a cheap bone, the more he can't get it, the more he sticks tightly, the slave family seems that the Sword Emperor was too easy to allow him to fight, otherwise, he may also be obedient to you now, just for the opportunity to discuss the sword with you." The tone is like hatred and resentment, like anger and anger, but it is also like a song with a low tone and frustration, which is good.

Yue Cangqiong heard the voice and said: "Gongsun everyone, since you are here, why don't you go upstairs to meet?"

But I heard Aunt Gongsun refuse politely: "That's it, you people talk about martial arts and swords, how can the slave family have any room for beaks?"

"Gongsun everyone's sword weapon dances in ten directions, can be called the first person to dance into the Tao throughout the ages, and can discuss the sword with Gongsun everyone, this seat should be gratified. ”

Aunt Gongsun chuckled: "Ha, for the slave family, the sword, but the instrument of dance, is also used in the way of entertaining people, compared with the sword of your killing, it is very different, interlaced like a mountain, I am afraid it is difficult to have common." Don't bother, Yu Wenfeng, you are allowed to take a half-day vacation, don't forget to go back to the Red Mansion. As he spoke, the voice spread farther and farther, and it was gone.

And Xie Lingyan leaned over and asked with some grievances: "We just want to have a meal, and it seems that we shouldn't disturb our seniors, can we leave now?"

"Senior sister, do you know what you refused?" Before Xie Lingyan's words fell, Ying Feiyang opened his eyes wide, looking incredulous.

Yue Cangqiong smiled: "You girl, I just said that although you are not badly talented, you have less dedication to swordsmanship, do you think they have the intention of leaving?"

Needless to say, Ming Ye didn't say a word, and found a place to sit down, Miao Miao lacked some assertiveness, but also sat down next to Ming Ye, Xie Lingyan gritted his teeth when he saw this, and put on a posture of not being afraid of the sky and the earth in the past, and said: "Hmph, it was said that it was a banquet, but I didn't see you serve the food, if this girl wants to stay, the predecessor of the Sword Emperor can't be stingy!"

ps: There is no air conditioning on a cold day, my hands are numb, and I am forced to sleep out of context......

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