Now in the eyes of everyone, it is obvious who wins and who loses.

Glancing down at the long sword in his hand, Yi Zixuan was secretly frightened, if it wasn't for the ninth form of the Feiyun Sword Technique, he would never be so easy.

The nine-style flying cloud swordsmanship is divided into three levels, four levels to be exact, but the first two styles are the foundation, and from the third style onwards, it can be regarded as a true comprehension of the sword rhyme.

Among them, the third, fourth, and fifth styles belong to the first weight of the sword rhyme, and if the weight is light, the sixth, seventh, and eighth styles belong to the second weight of the sword rhyme, and if the weight is heavy, only by comprehending the third weight of the sword rhyme, the weight is free, and the ninth style can be performed.

Moreover, among the nine sword moves, there are also their own emphasis, the fifth style of wind and clouds and the sixth type of cloud convergence belong to the group attack sword move, and the fourth style of cloud steaming and the sixth style of cloud dense cloud belong to defensive sword moves.

As for the remaining offensive sword moves, naturally the ninth type is the most powerful, and Yi Zixuan has only learned it for a short time, and it has not yet been used in actual combat.

It stands to reason that Yi Zixuan's self-created fusion sword move, Feiyun Lore, has now fused the first seven sword moves, and the power is even better than that of the ninth type of cloud splitting, so it should be a better choice.

But in fact, this move not only required a lot of Yuan Force and physical strength, but also concentrated all his mental thoughts, and he had already made up his mind that he would definitely not use it until the time of life and death.

Otherwise, once you consume too much, you will completely lose your self-protection power.

"I lost. ”

Chen Yong half-knelt on the ground, holding a knife in one hand, supporting his body, with a panicked expression, and said: "I think I, Chen Yong, am conceited and qualified, although he is only a cultivator of the Daoji Small Perfection, but in the Song Mansion, it is said that it is an existence of the same level, that is, among the more than ten Daoji Great Perfectionists, except for a few, none of them are my opponents······"

"There are countless geniuses in the world, and Chen will naturally not be arrogant, but I have always felt that those geniuses are just that the resources they have are far beyond ordinary people······ It wasn't until I met the little brother today that I really understood the truth that there are people outside the world and there is heaven outside the sky. ”

"Forget it, it's just a shame to say this. ”

Chen Yongqiang stood up and hugged his fists and said: "Thank you for the mercy of my little brother, otherwise, I, Chen Yong, would have died here today." ”

"Why say thank you?"

Yi Zixuan shook his head, glanced at Song Minghui, and said indifferently: "No hatred or resentment, why should I take your life." ”

Song Minghui is not stupid, and naturally understands the meaning in Yi Zixuan's eyes.

He had the heart to refute, but now that the guards around him were all defeated by the other party, even the strongest Chen Yong was not an opponent, and as for his own little cultivation, it was insignificant.

Hearing Yi Zixuan's words, those stall owners and tourists also turned their eyes to Song Minghui, their expressions were very disdainful, and they didn't even bother to disguise at the very least.

"This little brother has a good character, unlike some people, hey······"

"Who said no, it was originally something that others bought, but they had to take it by themselves, and others were unwilling to sell it, so they would cut off people's hands and feet and take people's lives at every turn, how vicious!"

"If you want me to see, the more incompetent people are, the more arrogant and domineering they are······"

"Not bad!"

······

"Bastard!"

The more Song Minghui listened, the more ugly his face became, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled hysterically: "You bastards, bed bugs who live in the stinky ditch all day long, do you know who you are scolding?"

"Yes!"

A voice sounded at the right time, teasing: "We are scolding a scumbag, what's the matter? The identity is extremely noble, and the second son of the Song Mansion is also interested, do you want to scold this scumbag with us?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, the people of the Song Mansion have always behaved domineeringly in Tianyang City, and these monks living at the bottom have been more or less oppressed, and now they finally have this opportunity, so don't take the opportunity to relieve the resentment in their hearts.

Even if there is no grudge, they are willing to go along with the voice and get a little cheap.

"Enough!"

Song Minghui's face was black and terrifying, and his cruel gaze was like a sharp blade, sweeping over everyone, and everyone who was seen by him felt as if there was a gust of wind blowing, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Gradually, the laughter slowly stopped.

Song Minghui said viciously: "What you said is right, no matter how incompetent I am, that is the second son of the Song Mansion, with a noble status, you humiliate me so much, aren't you afraid that I will let the masters in the mansion retaliate?"

When everyone heard this, their faces showed fear, and when they were embarrassed, someone said: "Why aren't you afraid?" Your Song family has a great cause, and you are as good as a cloud, and it is naturally easy to take revenge on us, but ······"

"Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes! We set up stalls to sell goods, and we have already traveled all over the world, and we have offended you Song Gongzi, so it's a big deal to change places and hide in the mountains, what can you do with me? Besides, you don't even know who we are, so what can you talk about revenge?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone did have some truth when they heard it, and after laughing a few times, they all took advantage of the night to leave, and at the end, before leaving, some people spat in the direction of Song Minghui and said, "Phew! ”

"Chen Yong, you waste!"

Song Minghui's face turned red, and he was instantly annoyed and angry, but he had no one to vent to, and scolded Chen Yong is scolding: "If it weren't for you, why would this son suffer this humiliation!"

Chen Yong sighed, slowly walked to Song Minghui's side, and said: "Second son, his subordinates are incompetent, they want to be punished, listen to them, but it's getting late, let's go back to the house first." ”

"Humph!"

Song Minghui was almost angry, glared at Yi Zixuan from afar, didn't look at the injured guards, and left alone, Chen Yong didn't dare to slack off, and followed closely.

After a while, even the injured or unconscious guards helped each other out, and the alley became quiet again, until only two people remained.

Yi Zixuan held the sword, came to the man, and said solemnly: "Under Yi Zixuan, thank you brother Tai for borrowing the sword, Yi Mou remembered it." ”

"In Xia Chutang. ”

The man took the sword, but he was very polite: "It's just a trivial matter, but it's just a gesture, so why worry about it." Chu is also a good sword, and he wanted to sit with the little brother to discuss the sword, but unfortunately tonight is not a good day, you and I are destined to meet again. ”

"Goodbye. ”

After Chu Tang, the man with the sword, left, Yi Zixuan didn't want to stay long, took out the animal skin scroll wrapped in ore, followed a few high-rise buildings with more eye-catching images, and left in the direction of the Zhong family's armor casting workshop.

Zhong's Forge Workshop.

Lin Zhan drank half a cup of tea, and as soon as he put down the cup, he saw a middle-aged man pushing the door in, with bulging muscles all over his body, his face was dark, and there was a strong flint smell on his body, obviously he had been working in the blacksmith for many years.

"Haha, it turned out that Brother Lin was here, and Zhong went out for something, so Brother Lin waited for a long time, sorry. Zhong Tai laughed twice, raised his big fan-like hand, and arched his hand again and again.

Lin Zhan couldn't laugh or cry, and said helplessly: "Brother Zhong, you and I have been friends for more than 20 years, so there is no need for these false courtesies, right?"

"That's what I said, it's my brother, I'm in love, don't blame my brother, please take a seat. ”

Zhong Tai said twice, with one hand in the hand, he invited Lin Zhan to sit down, poured new tea again, and said with a smile: "You haven't been here with me for half a year, I don't know what's going on?"

Lin Zhan was not verbose, and said bluntly: "Visiting Brother Zhong today, I do have something to trust, first, I want to buy a large number of weapons, and secondly, I want to ask my brother to tailor a high-grade mortal-level sword for one of my younger brother's juniors." ”

"Is this a high-grade mortal soldier? This thing is not too difficult, I will do it myself, I will definitely live up to my brother's trust, I don't know who made it?" Zhong Tai had no choice but to agree.

"That kid's name is Yi Zixuan, and he just went out, but he should be back soon. Lin Zhan glanced at Tiansedao.

Knock knock!

After a cup of tea, Yi Zixuan found the room where the two of them were, and knocked on the door politely before asking, "Uncle Lin, can I come in?"

"It's a coincidence, as soon as we talk about people, people come. Lin Zhan glanced at Zhong Tai, Zhong Tai nodded, and Lin Zhan said, "Zixuan, come in, meet your Uncle Zhong." ”

Yi Zixuan pushed open the door, put the animal skin roll in his hand on the table, and said with a fist: "I've seen Uncle Zhong." ”

"The lad is nice and very energetic. Zhong Tai's first impression of Yi Zixuan was obviously very good.

Lin Zhan also nodded, but when he saw that Yi Zixuan, who was originally empty-handed, was now bringing back a beast skin package, he was curious: "Zixuan, what is the thing in your animal skin package?"