Chapter 264: Look at this bowl

Lin Xuan was wearing a red robe, facing the cold wind and the warm sun, walking in the crowd.

His steps are brisk, and he has a gentle smile on his face, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze.

"Look at my weak willow wind swordsmanship!"

A young man's face was full of pride, and he carried a sword and swung it at the girl in front of him.

The girl's face was pale, and she didn't avoid it, as if she was scared stupid.

"Buzz!"

The flickering sword stopped half a foot in front of her, unable to move forward.

"What are you doing?" the young man said dissatisfiedly, "If I hadn't stopped, you would have been in danger!"

"Hey, hey!"

The girl smiled slyly and smirked at the boy's neck.

"What do you mean?"

The boy lowered his head, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his face was full of disbelief.

A sword with a cold light was resting on his shoulder at this time, and if the other party moved his position slightly, his life would be in danger.

"You're cheating!!"

The young man put away his sword, his face indignant.

"I'm not convinced!"

"How can anyone compare swords like this?"

"Hmph!" the girl snorted coldly, she sneered, "The rivers and lakes are not as simple as you think......"

Everywhere in the main hall, people were clamoring to fight, and they were all gearing up and eager to try.

Guanghan Academy cultivates disciples in this way, at least so that its disciples can have rich experience in facing battles, although it is inevitable to be injured, but it is better than talking on paper.

Temperament.

Means.

Martial arts.

These three aspects can be improved unconsciously, although it may affect private relationships, but in the future, you can at least protect your own life.

"Lin Daxian!!"

A sharp and incredulous voice broke Lin Xuan's contemplation.

A fat man's eyes widened, and his body trembled.

"Are you Lin Daxian?"

The fat man rubbed his eyes, as if suspecting that he had recognized the wrong person.

"Wang Fugui?"

Lin Xuan sighed lightly, and he asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"How did you become like this?"

Wang Fugui circled around Lin Xuan several times, and he frowned, as if he had discovered something strange.

In his opinion, the gloomy aura on this Lin Daxian was swept away, as if he had changed people.

"I just think the environment here is very good, so my mood has changed a lot!" Lin Xuan smiled faintly and didn't explain too much.

"Brother Wang, come with me......"

At this moment, a young man with a sallow face and sweating profusely walked quickly, he looked up at Wang Fugui, and said in a hurry: "I heard that there are two peerless masters dueling in front of the Sword Palace, let's go and have a look!"

"Okay!" Wang Fugui listened to his words, his eyes lit up, obviously very interested in it.

"Daxian will go and have a look?"

He didn't wait for Lin Xuan to reply, he grabbed him and ran quickly.

"It's ......"

Lin Xuan was a little speechless, but he also wanted to see the so-called master duel, so he didn't refuse.

"This fat man is running so fast, it's like a gust of wind, if you don't see it with your own eyes, I can't believe there is such a person!"

"You see that he walks violently, he seems to be a master with unique skills, and I don't know which genius disciple he is!"

"Tsk!"

"This bloated body can react so flexibly, if the real person can't be ......"

People looked at Wang Fugui's speed, and most of them had a look of banter on their faces.

......

Under the bright sunshine, two lonely backs confronted each other in the distance.

Loneliness is two words with a deep meaning, because when ordinary people think of this word in their minds, they will always be unconsciously sad.

These two give people the same feeling, as lonely as snow.

"Aren't these two fools Shangguan Pheasant and Ouyang Soy Sauce?"

Wang Fugui's originally happy face instantly became gloomy, he grabbed the placket of the person next to him, and asked coldly, "You brought me here just to see this?"

"Forehead ......"

The man hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "These two people have extraordinary temperaments, they shouldn't be ordinary people, you see their posture......"

"Bang!"

Wang Fugui hammered his fist on the head, and said scoldingly: "What kind of posture, be careful that I beat you into a fight!!"

"Look at these two masters, this ethereal bearing, this lonely and invincible look, maybe they are the legendary masters of thousands of miles!"

A young man glanced around, and he said aloud, "Although these two people are standing still, there is a vast pressure exuding near them, as if two high mountains are standing in front of them!"

The young man raised his foot and gently put it between Shangguan Pheasant and Ouyang Soy Sauce.

"Oops!!"

"Oops!!"

He screamed, his voice tragic and poignant, as if he had been hit by an invisible force, and the whole person flew upside down and fell to the ground.

"What a terrible power!"

"What an amazing momentum!"

"With just a trace of pressure that overflows, the bones of my whole body are broken, is this the aura of a master?"

The young man covered his face and sighed, crying with tears.

"Oops...... To die ......"

"Oops...... To die ......"

"It hurts...... It hurts to death......"

Everyone looked at this scene, looking at the young man lying on the ground and rolling, all of them had strange faces and forced a smile.

"This person is sick in the brain!" someone sneered: "Such an obvious trust, think Lao Tzu can't see it?"

"If I used to believe that those two things were masters, but now I don't believe a word!" someone sneered.

"This man looks so fake, normal people can see at a glance that he is pretending," someone said disdainfully......

"Murong Shen hurts ......" Wang Fugui looked at the funny young man, his expression was cold, and he was angry in his heart.

He hates other people's self-righteousness the most, and in his opinion, the actions and behaviors of Shangguan pheasants are playing tricks on them.

"It's really unpleasant...... Wang Fugui clenched his fists and sighed: "I really can't control myself......"

......

"Although I have just entered the rivers and lakes, I have never lost to anyone, let alone met an opponent!" Shangguan Pheasant slowly rubbed the long black knife in his hand, as gentle as stroking his lover.

"I have nothing else to ask for in this life but to lose once, hoping that someone can beat me!"

"Good!"

Ouyang Soy Sauce's face was full of admiration, and he raised the red scimitar and held it above his head.

"Yu learned knives at the age of ten, became a master at the age of fifteen, and visited the sages of Causeway Bay at the age of sixteen, but no one could discuss knives with me......"

"Hahaha......"

Ouyang Soy Sauce laughed, and Lang Sheng said: "It's my honor to meet a swordsman like you!"

"Hahaha......"

Shangguan pheasants also laughed, and there was relief, melancholy, and excitement in the laughter.

A sense of loneliness that no one talked to, no one understood, swept over the two of them.

"What are these two fools pretending to be, are they deliberately trying to lure us into action to discredit our reputation?"

"Pretending, the frog at the bottom of the well, it's not worth a damn!"

"Look at these two people, they don't look like two bowls, these bowls are big and round, these two people are long and wide!" A young man surnamed Wu said: "Seeing the two of them, I can't help but think of a poem I wrote back then......

"Ahem!"

He cleared his throat and spoke again: "Yoyo, you see that this noodle is long and wide, just like this bowl is big and round!"

"Yoyo, you, come here, eat, I think, the food is delicious, I'm happy!"

"Yo Yo!

Everyone felt Ouyang soy sauce and Shangguan pheasant, and the lonely breath that came to their faces instantly set off a big wave of rendering.

"What color do you think the rivers and lakes are?"

At this moment, Shangguan Pheasant suddenly raised his head, he looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes, and showed a look of nostalgia.

"The rivers and lakes are naturally red!!" Ouyang Soy Sauce said coldly.

"Red?" Shangguan Pheasant was puzzled, his face full of doubts.

"The blade is blood-red, red as blood, red as the sky and the sun......"

Ouyang Soy Sauce paused, he pointed to the red scimitar in his hand, and said with a wicked smile: "Since my knife is red, why can't I dye the rivers and lakes red?"

"What color do you think the rivers and lakes are?" Ouyang Soy Sauce asked with a smile.

Shangguan Pheasant was silent, and after a long time, he replied again: "Black!!"

"What's the explanation?"

"The blade is pitch black, black as changeable people's hearts, black as the quiet night sky......"

"How?"

Shangguan Pheasant smiled slightly, his eyes showed essence, and he replied: "My knife is black, so it can naturally dye the rivers and lakes black!"

"Groan!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, Shangguan Pheasant raised the black long knife, cut off the breeze, and he whispered: "This knife is a sharp weapon in the world, the blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels......"

"Good knife!" Ouyang Soy Sauce nodded, his face full of smiles: "It is indeed a good knife!"

"Buzz!"

He lightly tapped the scimitar in his hand, and said solemnly: "This knife is cast by overseas cold iron elites, blowing hair and breaking hair, the knife is three feet long, weighs two catties and seven taels, and has a front of three feet and three." ”

The eyes of the two intertwined in the air, as if colliding with countless sparks.

A dark cloud drifted by, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be darkened at this moment.

The people looked at each other and felt their mouths dry, for they could no longer find the words to describe these two madmen.

Obviously, it was just two knives used by the academy disciples when they practiced, but they were blown into the sky and became a divine weapon.

Recalling the words of the two of them when they were talking, everyone suddenly felt that their throats were clogged, and they couldn't say a word.

"The blade is pitch black, black as changeable people's hearts, black as the quiet night sky......"

"The blade is blood-red, red as blood, red as the sky and the sun......"

"This knife is a sharp weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, and a net weight of seven catties and thirteen taels. ”

"This knife is cast by overseas cold iron elites, blowing hair and breaking hair, the knife is three feet long, weighs two catties and seven taels, and the front is three feet three. ”

Others spend half a day explaining their grievances when dueling, but the opening words of these two madmen have a power that cannot be described in words, and can make any superfluous words pale.

A young man blushed, looking at the sword in his hand, and began to think about the weight and material of his sword.

"This sword is three feet three feet long, weighs seven catties and three taels, and is indestructible!!"

"Hey, hey!"

He smiled, lost in fantasy, and looked a little demented.