Wang Chong thought in his heart: "Situ Depei, could it be the person from Yangzhou Baxiu who is Situ Youdao and the word Depei? Could this person be my senior brother?"

Wang Chong thought for a moment, then pushed the table up, and without anyone talking, he directly broke into the private room.

The young men and women who were watching the excitement couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Wang Chong suddenly break in, because he was only eleven or twelve years old, too young, otherwise he would have been blasted out by this group of young men and women with high spirits.

A beautiful girl in a yellow shirt said softly: "We are a gathering of friends, but we do not welcome outsiders, where are your lords? Go and find them!"

How bold is Wang Chong? Even Emei dares to go once, and of course he will not have stage fright.

He clasped his hands on his wrists, arched slightly, and said with a smile: "I am Yangcheng Tang Jingyu, I heard someone call Brother Depei by his name just now, but Yangzhou Situ has a way?"

Although Wang Chong is an uninvited guest, his bearing is extraordinary, and he has never been underestimated.

The scholar who had just ascended the stairs pinched a bamboo chopstick in his hand, smiled slightly, and said: "It turned out that I was a nine-year-old who was a little prodigy who was selected for Xiucai and was famous in eight cities in two provinces and eight cities, and I was Situ Youdao." ”

Wang Chong really didn't know the literary name of "Tang Jingyu", but it was so prosperous, even Situ Youdao, who was far away in Yangzhou, had heard of it, and his heart couldn't help but feel slightly relieved.

Originally, he just bumped into it, and prepared a lot of words, if this Situ Youdao is really one of the eight shows in Yangzhou, he will naturally find ways to "properly" make friends, since the other party has heard of "him", there is no need to say more.

Several young men and women from the Yang Cao family present here, born in a martial arts family, don't care much about the fame of a Xiucai, but listening to Situ Youdao, this young man was a Xiucai at the age of nine, a famous little prodigy, or his attitude was slightly soothing, and he glanced at it a little.

Twelve Lang Cao Pi also pinched a bamboo chopstick in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little Brother Jingyu came just in time, and please come to the table to watch me and Situ Depei compete with the sword." ”

Wang Chong did not refuse, bowed his hand slightly, and sat down under Situ Youdao, with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, quite Wei and Jin style, especially his young age, which made all the young men and women present admire.

Cao Pi raised the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and shouted: "I'll come again to teach Brother Situ's Wanli Fenghou Sword!"

Situ Youdao pointed out the bamboo chopsticks in his palm, and Lang smiled: "Twelve Lang, please!"

The two of them competed with swords in the air, and the two bamboo chopsticks were exquisitely drawn, and every move and style contained superior martial arts principles.

Wang Chong looked at it for a moment, but felt a little bored, he was not a martial arts master, but a cultivator, thinking of swordsmanship, it was a flying sword technique that traveled thousands of miles and beheaded the enemy.

The martial arts of the two have not yet reached the innate level, and they can't really be angry, so this kind of sword competition in the air is just a pure change in the number of moves, and the competition on the sword can be called very "elegant".

But if you want to come with someone like Wang Chong, why bother with this kind of effort, you really have to compare swords, his Yuanyang sword poked straight over, it was ten Situ Depei, plus ten Cao family twelve langs, and they were also accounted for.

No matter how subtle the swordsmanship changes, the sword weapon in his hand is not sharp enough, and the shot is not fast enough, it is just a silver-like wax spear head.

Otherwise, how could the Daomen Flying Sword have two methods of refining form and refining quality?

Cao Pi and Situ Youdao fought for nearly a hundred moves, and his forehead gradually sweated again, and he secretly said in his heart: "Situ Depei really deserves to be known as Wanli Feihong, this way Wanli Fenghou Sword is really powerful, my master's Jinshi swordsmanship pays attention to changes in internal strength, and the tricks are inferior." ”

Cao Pi was bold, he drank immediately, the bamboo chopsticks in his hands shook eight times in a row, forcing Situ Youdao to retreat, so he threw down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and shouted: "The Wanli Fenghou Sword is really exquisite, and I am really inferior in my tricks." It's just that Cao Twelve is not convinced, and wants to really ask for advice, how about we go outside?"

Situ Youdao drank and said, "Okay! The two of them walked away and jumped out of the window.

Situ Youdao wiped it on his waist, and a soft sword popped out, and under the sun, the cold light shone brightly.

Among the children of the Cao family, some people had already prepared a long sword, shook his hand and threw it, Cao Pi took the long sword in the air, and did not draw the sword, but just held the hilt and shook it slightly, and the scabbard flew out, and the long sword in his hand took advantage of the situation to hold a sword flower, pointing directly at the five big points on the back of Situ Youdao's shoulder.

The two of them were in mid-air, they had already fought each other, the two swords had fought several times, Cao Pi landed on both feet, only felt a light in his hand, and when he raised his hand to look, he didn't feel embarrassed, and the hundred refined steel long sword in his hand that he bought with a lot of money had been broken into two, and there was only half a cut sword in his hand.

Situ Youdao didn't take the opportunity to take out the sword, put away the soft sword with long sleeves, smiled slightly, and said: "My family's hibiscus sword is quite sharp, and it hurt the blade of Twelve Lang, I really regret it!"

He wanted to explain a few words, so he stopped the battle, Wang Chong said with a smile upstairs: "The younger brother just happened to get a sword recently, so he temporarily borrowed the brother of the Cao family to compete in the sword!"

Wang Chong stole the magic bag of Qin Xu, the son of the red line, among which there were more than a dozen swords used by the heroes of the rivers and lakes, which were too long to take out, so he chose a soft sword and pretended to take it out of his arms!

Cao Pi was about to refuse, but when Wang Chong took out the soft sword, his eyes could no longer be taken off.

This soft sword is called a coil!

Coiled together, the black and swarthy ones are inconspicuous.

Wang Chong shook his hand away, and suddenly turned into a long sword full of cold light, just looking at the appearance, you can know that it must be a divine weapon that blows hair and breaks hair, and sharpens iron like clay.

Wang Chong didn't show off any swordsmanship, he took a wine cup, but the horizontal sword swept lightly in front of him, and the wine cup didn't move at all. Wang Chong stretched out his hand and lifted it gently, and there was an extra porcelain ring in his hand, and the upper half of the wine cup had been cut off, and it was three points shorter out of thin air.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed together, no one had ever seen such a sharp sword, and the twelve lang of the Cao family had seen a few good blades, but he had never seen such a good sword.

Even Situ Youdao was shocked, and secretly thought in his heart: "This sword is unparalleled, far better than my family's heirloom Hibiscus Sword, if Cao Pi holds this sword to fight me, in case he hurts the Hibiscus Sword, wouldn't he be ashamed of the ancestors?"

Situ Youdao's hibiscus sword is passed down by the ancestors, where is it willing to fight hard with the pan?

Wang Chonghan smiled and threw down the sword, Cao Pi was really reluctant to refuse, took the soft sword, played with it for a while, and then said reluctantly: "Such a sword, it is hard to find." I compete with Situ Depei for a sword, if this sword is damaged, I can't afford to compensate for it!"

Cao Pi raised his head and said to Situ Youdao: "This sword contest is over, I admit defeat! My swordsmanship is indeed slightly inferior to Brother Depei." ”

When Situ Youdao heard this, a big stone also fell in his heart, why wasn't he afraid of damaging his own Hibiscus Sword?