From the bottom of his heart, Tang Ci is refused.

But since Qin Changfeng is a fellow senior brother, it seems that it is not easy to refuse.

"Senior brother, this matter is not only about my face, senior brother, but also about the reputation of our entire sect, we can lose or die, but we can't retreat without a fight. If the junior brother really doesn't want to, then the senior brother and I will have to be injured to fight... As he spoke, Feng Linwan had already begun to cough wildly.

Tang Ci's face darkened, and at this time, where could he say anything to refuse, so he could only nod and say: "Since it is a matter of senior brother, then junior brother I... Naturally, it is also incumbent. ”

Seeing that Tang Ci agreed, Feng Linwan's face was full of guilt.

Regarding Tang Ci's character, Feng Linwan is accurate.

He doesn't have so much love, love and ambition, but he is particularly willing to give to the 'own people' he identifies.

This is also why, with Tang Ci's inner show, it was unexpectedly deceived by people with such clumsy lies to the world.

It's not that he can't perceive it's a scam, it's just that he's simply willing to believe in someone he wants to believe.

The wind swept across the sky, and there were no clouds.

Under the martial monument at the gate of the city of Tianxia, the swordsman in Tsing Yi, wearing a hat, stood alone in the wind, and his shadow seemed to follow the long sails shaking around, also shaking together.

Compared with the sharpness when he first entered the Tianxia City, the current martyrdom of Yan is nothing more ordinary.

Only the square scarf tied to the hilt of the knife was still as white as ever.

People have been waiting at the gate of the city for a long time, but the young hero who was amazing for a while, as if he was about to sweep the entire city of the world, did not come as expected.

Although everyone knew that the battle between Qin Changfeng and Yan was martyred, there was no verbal agreement.

However, if Qin Changfeng really avoided fighting today, then he would immediately plummet if he stepped on the name set up by Xie Qinghou and Su Xiu.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"It can't be fear!"

There was a buzz around them.

"I heard that the inn where Qin Changfeng stayed last night has been burned to the ground, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come today. A charlatan whispered.

"What?

Then there was a knowing sneer.

There is no shortage of markets for conspiracy theories, not to mention... This is not fake news.

Yan Martyrdom just stood in place, silent, and unresponsive.

However, a disciple of the Martial Sect stood up and said loudly: "Qin Changfeng is a despicable villain, using shameless means, he luckily won the second prince and the fourth prince in one and a half moves, and now that the eldest prince is invited to fight, he does not dare to come, it can be seen that he is really a gutless rat, but I am afraid that the reputation of the rivers and lakes is also rumored." ”

Another disciple of the Martial Sect followed: "Senior brother is serious, this person can not only win the two sons by tricks, but also a talent. It's just that now that I know that I want to fight with our eldest son, after all, he is cowardly, if he doesn't come, it is right. If you come, not only will you lose and be ashamed, but if you are not careful, your life will not be guaranteed, then wouldn't it be a big loss?"

Many martial sect disciples around followed suit, but it was lively.

Most of the onlookers belong to the kind that think they are very smart.

After a few words, he was guided to think again, and then scolded Qin Changfeng for his cowardice and despicability.

It's Qin Changfeng's brainless fan... Most of them were women, but they all stood up and began to argue with those around them who were watching the excitement.

The congested city gate was a little more lively and noisy than the vegetable market for a while.

"That... I'm here for Senior Brother Qin. "A not too loud voice, in the midst of the noisy noise, seems very inconspicuous.

No one even seemed to hear it.

"Quiet!" Yan's martyrdom voice was like a blade, sweeping around sharply, and the originally noisy human voices suddenly quieted down unconsciously because of this sound.

Yan Martyr's gaze shifted along the voice he heard before, and quickly fell on Tang Ci's body.

Tang Ci was dressed in a simple gray robe, holding an unpretentious iron sword in his hand, and slowly walked out of the crowd, and then hugged his fist at Yan and said: "Big Prince! Senior Brother Qin was attacked by someone last night and was seriously injured, so he couldn't come to fight today, so how about fighting in the next game?"

Before Yan could reply, a disciple of the Martial Sect who had deliberately stirred up the noise before said: "Courageless rats, despicable and obscene, I didn't dare to come to fight, so I pretended to be seriously injured, but I sent an unknown junior to send him to death." ”

"Boy, don't you pee and look at yourself, are you qualified to take the eldest son's knife?"

As soon as it started, there were a lot of people around to cater to it.

Even those girls who originally belonged to Qin Changfeng's brainless fans also had many complaints.

What they want to see is Qin Changfeng, who is chic and handsome, and has excellent martial arts and literary talents, not a little swordsman who is not good-looking.

Tang Ci's expression had not changed in any way, but Yan Martyrdom suddenly took off the hat on his head and looked at Tang Ci seriously.

He could feel that there was a very strange feeling that was spreading from Tang Ci's body, making him pay attention to it unconsciously.

"It turns out that this world is only allowed to allow the three young city lords of the world to fight against my senior brother Qin, but don't let me, a fellow junior brother, fight on my behalf and deal with a game?" Tang Ci's words seemed to be self-deprecating, and there was no bias, but it fell on the ears of many people, but some of them were particularly harsh.

Yan Guigui's eyes were like knives, and he swept fiercely past the few martial arts disciples who were still guiding public opinion.

"Don't shut up yet, embarrassed, get out!" A voice as cold as a knife came out, and the disciples were frightened and didn't dare to say more.

Yan Martyrdom rolled his eyes, and then said 'please' to Tang Ci.

Obviously, he holds his own identity and wants Tang Ci to make the first move.

Tang Ci didn't shirk, and still slowly pulled out his long sword from the scabbard.

After thinking about it, the void gestured twice, and then stabbed a sword crookedly.

The sword came slowly, tremblingly, and seemed to be crooked.

Even if you find a random martial artist who has practiced the crop handle style for a few days, he can make the sword look better than him.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

But Yan's eyes suddenly froze, his eyes didn't move, and the hand holding the handle of the knife didn't know why... But he could not pull out the knife in his scabbard.

Feng Linwan once explained to Tang Ci that if you stab a sword, you want to be fast and accurate.

Use the fastest and shortest distance to penetrate the enemy's most vital parts.

But at this moment, Tang Ci has clearly lost all these three tips.

Neither fast, nor ruthless, nor accurate.

However, it has a shadow that encompasses all sword momentum, even if it is a little immature, but it already has a peerless edge.

Others don't know, but in the face of this sword, Yan was martyred, and he felt that this sword was inexplicable, as if it was a joke.

I also felt that this sword was extremely difficult to deal with.

He even forgot how to go under the knife for a moment.

Syllable!

The long knife slashed out with its scabbard.

Others looked at it, this was Yan Martyrdom who didn't even bother to use the knife, and he looked down on Tang Ci, the opponent.

Only Yan Martyrdom understood that he was suddenly connected and forgot how to use the knife, so he had to use this method of turning a knife into an axe to forcibly split the embarrassing situation in front of him with violence.