It turned out that Yuquanguan was promoted to meet Siyunguan and lost in the last two Wanguan Conference competitions, and the head Jingxin Zhenren saw that he had repeatedly failed under the old rival Jin Ping, and his heart was very depressed, so he spent all day thinking about the best way to restrain Siyun's swordsmanship, and he summoned the four masters of his seniors and peers to retreat to study the weaknesses of Siyun's swordsmanship, and it took nearly a year to finally come up with these wonderful moves that could suppress Baiyun Songtao's swordsmanship. The disciples who participated in the conference had already practiced these moves to perfection, and only when they were on the martial platform could they be handy, and the enemy would be suppressed to fight first.

Qing Yuan usually has very strict self-requirements when he practices swords, as long as he is slightly off the size between his hands and feet, he will immediately correct it, every move must be practiced perfectly, and he can't let himself make any mistakes, he thinks that only in this way can he win the praise of his master, so his Baiyun sword moves make it extremely authentic, and it is precisely because of this that his moves that follow the rules and do not seek change make the cracking moves that Jingxin and others come up with are put to use. At this moment, Qing Yuan on the martial arts platform even ate a defeated move, his sword moves have begun to panic, Yuan Feng is also a rare good hand in the Yuquan view, he saw the right time, the long sword waved a lead, Qing Yuan long sword seemed to be uncontrollable, zhì was also led away, Yuan Feng swept Qing Yuan with his feet, and Qing Yuan wolf bèi was picked up on the ground.

"It's useless, Siyun's swordsmanship is not as good as Yuquan's swordsmanship at all, no matter how hard you try, it's in vain, hurry up and admit defeat so as not to be ashamed here." Yuan Feng didn't take advantage of the momentum to pursue, but just stood with his sword and mocked coldly.

"Shut up! Siyunguan swordsmanship is definitely not inferior to any swordsmanship in the world. Qing Yuan's most hated thing in his life was to insult the person who thought about the cloud view, his red eyes were frozen because of the excitement of the drama just now, and he entered the memories of his childhood:

It is a desolate mountain road everywhere, the road is disorderly and some overturned wooden cars, the car and the ground are messy scattered with wooden boxes loaded with goods, and the wooden boxes are all open mouth and the bottom is facing the sky, the goods inside have disappeared, what is even more terrifying is that there are more than ten corpses lying around the truck, they are all porters dressed up, only the two who died on the side of the carriage are very gorgeously dressed should be the boss and his wife, it is obvious that this is a caravan that has just been sacked by horse thieves......

At this time, a strong wind blew, and several heroic figures landed on the road, the leader of the golden crown and the hair were bundled, and a pair of eyes sparkled to prove that the spiritual power cultivation was extremely high. This person is the current head of Siyunguan, Jinping Zhenren, who shook his head and sighed sadly when he saw the tragic situation on the road: "It's a pity that I was a step too late, and let the thief succeed in doing evil." ”

Suddenly, the body of the proprietress next to the carriage was moving, and a small head crawled out from under her corpse, it was a little boy of about six or seven years old, his body was stained with blood from his parents' wounds, "Daddy and mother......" He cried and shook his parents' bodies vigorously, but unfortunately no matter how he shook his parents, there was no movement. It is not difficult to see that the reason why this little boy survived was because his parents used their own bodies to help him block those ruthless knives and axes.

Jin Ping saw that there was a ray of joy in his heart, and walked over with a peaceful face and said gently: "The deceased is gone, you don't have to be sad anymore, the child is poor and asks where you are from, and what other relatives are at home?"

The child raised his head, the tears on his face were mixed with the blood, and he looked very pitiful, and a pair of small eyes looked at the person in front of him with some vigilance, and shook his head when he felt that the other party had no malice.

Jin Ping knew that a child had suffered a great change, and he couldn't adapt for a while and didn't ask any more questions, so he ordered one of his disciples to stay and take care of the child, and he took the rest of his disciples to pursue the murderous thief.

At night, Jin Ping finally exterminated the thief and returned to the road, and saw that the little boy was eating the dry food distributed to him by his disciple, and knew that his love had stabilized, so he walked to his side and asked, "What is your name, child, where is your home, and do you still have relatives at home?"

The little boy shook his head in the same way, and Jinping thought that he might not be able to remember his situation when he was young and frightened. In the meantime, he was ready to go back to Siyunguan, and he couldn't leave a child, so he had no choice but to bring it back to Siyunguan.

This little boy was Qingyuan when he was a child, and he couldn't remember his origin when he came to Siyunguan, so Jinping accepted him as a disciple and included him in Siyunmen. Qing Yuan has always been depressed in Siyunguan's life, and he doesn't talk to other people, and he seems to be lonely.

Once Jin Ping saw him in a daze again, he couldn't bear to come forward to condole: "Why is Yuan'er alone here in a daze, if you have something on your mind, you can talk to the master." ”

Qing Yuan heard the master's gentle condolences, and had been suppressing the bitterness in his heart, and finally couldn't help but pour out a "wow" cry: "Yuan'er remembered that my father and mother who loved me the most died and couldn't even remember my hometown, I have no relatives and no home in this world, and from now on I will become a homeless." ”

"Silly boy, how can you be a lonely person, you can regard Siyunguan as your home, you can treat your senior brother as your relatives, since you came to Siyunguan, you are no longer alone. Jin Ping reached out and gently stroked the top of Qingyuan's head and comforted.

"Regard Siyunguan as my home, and my senior brother as my relatives......" Qingyuan muttered, suddenly feeling a trace of sweetness and warmth in his heart, slightly opening his eyes blurred by tears, and his lips moistened by salty snot showed a shallow smile, revealing a few jagged front teeth. At this moment, he has already made up his mind that the rise and fall of Siyunguan is his own rise and fall, and he must not let people damage Siyunguan in the slightest......

Therefore, Qingyuan absolutely could not tolerate someone insulting Siyunguan's swordsmanship, and stood up again with his waist straightened.

"What a desperate fellow, so don't blame my men for being ruthless. Yuan Feng's face began to become grim.

Qingyuan's long sword swung out a blue shadow and floated towards Yuanfeng again, and the two of them turned from the bland sword competition just now to a desperate fight. I saw Qing Yuanda striding diagonally around the opponent's back, and the tip of the anti-bow sword pointed at the opponent's head, making it the "sitting alone on the David" in the Baiyun swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, Yuan Feng had already seen that Qing Yuan had this vertical sword to open the tip of the sword, and the spiritual power infusion flew up with a heavy foot and kicked Qing Yuan's back waist. The strength of this kick was strong, and Qing Yuan was kicked to the point of spitting blood, and he flew to the edge of Wutai.

Qing Yuan tried to get up with his hands, but his waist hurt sharply and he was heavily on the ground, and he didn't give up and struggled to stand up again. Seeing this, Duan Xiyun, who was preparing for the battle next to Wutai, hurriedly stepped forward to persuade: "Senior brother, admit defeat, don't let yourself be injured by a few insulting words from the other party." ”

"It doesn't matter if he insults me, but it's not okay to insult Siyun's swordsmanship!" Qing Yuan got up again and returned to the center of Wutai.

Duan Xiyun was stunned when he heard this, and at this time, he saw that Qing Yuan's back seemed to have become as huge as a mountain, and recalled the unyielding determination to fight to save the reputation of Siyun Guan in Qing Yuan's eyes just now, and his heart was filled with supreme respect for this senior brother.

Yuan Feng saw that Qing Yuan's injury was not light, this time he turned to use the Hui Yuquan sword technique, and the moves were all fierce killing, Qing Yuan lost too much blood from the sword wound all over his body, and his steps began to be a little vain, how to parry Yuan Feng's fierce attack was undoubtedly only beaten......

All the Siyunguan disciples present calmed down, they quietly watched as Yuan Feng ruthlessly inflicted his punch and kick on Qing Yuan's body without being able to stop it, and their grief only remained silently in their hearts.

I saw Yuan Feng fiercely raise the big sword and slash straight down, only to hear the sound of the whirring sword coming to the face Qing Yuan's terrifying horizontal sword to block, the two swords collided with a loud bang, Yuan Feng used all his strength with this sword, how could Qing Yuan's weak body resist and retreat a few steps before the opponent's strength was reduced, but despite this, his arms were numb and the long sword almost got out of his hand, and at this time Qing Yuan was already approaching the edge of Wutai.

Yuan Feng did not let the opponent have a room to breathe, the long sword attacked again, Qing Yuan swung his sword away, and then swept the opponent's middle with a horizontal sword, Yuan Feng jumped high and cut the tip of the sword, Qing Yuan raised his sword to block, Yuan Feng fell and kicked Qing Yuan in the chest, Qing Yuan had retreated to the edge of the martial arts and his body was shaky, Yuan Feng took the opportunity to turn around and kick Qing Yuan on the cheek, Qing Yuan was kicked a few times and flew out of the martial arts.

Seeing this, Duan Xiyun flew over to help the weak Qing Yuan, and when he saw that his left cheek was red and swollen, and a distinct shoe print was imprinted on it, the anger in Duan Xiyun's heart had reached the extreme, and he asked excitedly, "Senior brother, are you okay?"

Tears had blurred Qing Yuan's eyes, he stretched out his hand weakly, and then suddenly shook Duan Xiyun's hand and asked with a painful face: "Senior Brother Yun's sword technique is not worse than Yuquan's sword technique, right?"

Duan Xiyun's eyes were also moistened with tears, and he also shook Qing Yuan's hand that was beginning to soften, and said, "Yes, Siyun's swordsmanship is definitely not worse than Yuquan's swordsmanship!"

"Senior Brother is useless and failed to save Siyunguan's face, Senior Brother Yun will depend on you next, and you must not let others look down on our Siyunguan. Qing Yuan fainted after saying this sentence with all his might.

The head of Jinping personally came to check on Qingyuan's injury, and other disciples also rushed up to check on the injured Qingyuan.

At this time, Jingxin, the head of Yuquan, also hurriedly walked over and asked with a face full of concern: "The injury of the virtuous nephew is not a big problem, right? Alas! It is all to blame for my lack of teaching to let the disciple accidentally injure the virtuous nephew, I hope that Brother Jinping will not be surprised." He also loudly accused Yuan Feng in public of taking too heavy a shot regardless of the friendship between the two factions.

"Brother Jingxin doesn't need to blame himself, the apprentice can only blame him for his lack of skill. Jin Ping looked at Jing Xin's coated appearance and felt angry in his heart, and he was also worried about the apprentice's injury, so he didn't bother with him, and returned to Siyun's camp with Qingyuan to heal.

And Duan Xiyun was still stunned, there was still hot blood stained by Qing Yuan's palm in his palm, and the anger in his heart ignited the raging fire in his heart that had been extinguished, burning his blood veins all over his body to boil. ["Ziyang, I've only begged you once since we met, and I'm begging you again now so that I can complete all the next competitions?" Duan Xiyun couldn't suppress the fire in his heart and pleaded. ]

["Xiaoyun, don't mess around, this battle has been won, and the next opponent will be Shangguan Rui in the Holy Spirit realm, even Xu Leping is not his opponent, let alone you. Ziyang never thought that Duan Xiyun was also interested in this competition. ]

["You once said that Shangguan Rui is a very amazing young man, and you won't understand it if you don't fight him personally, so I want to compete with him once with my own strength, and I want to know how far the gap between us is. ”]

[Ziyang was stunned when he heard this, he saw in Duan Xiyun's eyes the determination to ignore it, closed his clear eyes and said sadly: "This is originally your body, so why bother to ask for this seat.] ”]