Duan Qianqiu secretly shouted "not good".

Behind him was a window, and outside the window was the street, and this was the third floor.

The sword light was already slashing towards his feet like a match.

This third senior brother's swordsmanship is indeed much higher than that of other female swordsmen.

But his sword still missed.

Because as soon as Duan Qianqiu saw his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, he turned around and smashed the window lattice and jumped out of the window.

Under the window were some fruit vendors, and Duan Qianqiu fell from the sky and smashed on one of the wooden wheeled carts selling pears.

The car was smashed, the pears scattered and rolled down, and Duan Qianqiu was drowned in a pile of pears.

His back hit the ground first when he fell, but he could no longer care about the pain in his back as if it were shattering, and he got up with his hands on the ground in embarrassment, and ran towards the street.

Behind him, there was the shouting and scolding of the hawkers, as well as the shouts of the third senior brother and several female swordsmen.

Duan Qianqiu didn't walk far, and there was a sound of clothes skimming the air behind him, and then he was kicked on his back, and under the great pain, he flew out, and the whole person lay on the bluestone paved street.

Next to him was a stall selling noodle soup, he felt the cold sword intent attacking from behind, and subconsciously, he grabbed a small bench and turned around to block the incoming cold.

"Whoosh", the blade of the sword entered the wood, pierced the bench, and slashed over Duan Qianqiu's shoulder.

Duan Qianqiu broke out in a cold sweat, if it weren't for his reaction, this sword would have pierced his throat long ago.

Seeing this, the diners eating noodles at the noodle stall were so frightened that they fled in all directions, shouting: "Kill, kill!"

The second sword came one after another, Duan Qianqiu could only push the table next to him to the third senior brother who drew the sword, and the dishes on the table smashed to the ground with a clatter, temporarily slowing down his advancing speed, Duan Qianqiu chirped the right time, got up and continued to escape.

As soon as he ran out, a group of men and horses blocked the way, and the armored warrior led by him kicked Duan Qianqiu over with one kick and shouted: "Which one who doesn't have long eyes dares to rush into Yue Wang's car." ”

Next to him, two other warriors rushed up like wolves, grabbed Duan Qianqiu, clamped his arms, and twisted behind his back, Duan Qianqiu couldn't move at all.

The third senior brother just rushed to the front of the horse team, and when he saw this, he stopped, put the sword back into the scabbard, and saluted the warrior with a fist: "I am the second-generation disciple of Xuanjian Zhai, the first-grade swordsman Qin Hong, who is arresting the thief who stole the swordsmanship of our sword hall and molested the female disciples in our hall. ”

Seeing that it was the swordsman of Xuanjian Zhai, a look of respect appeared on his face, and he pointed at Duan Qianqiu and said, "Is this the thief you are talking about?"

"Exactly. ”

The warrior turned around and walked towards Duan Qianqiu, and without asking any questions, he slapped Duan Qianqiu in the face.

The corners of Duan Qianqiu's mouth were bleeding, and he didn't say anything more, just looked at the warrior calmly and coldly.

When the samurai saw his stubborn and arrogant appearance, his heart became even more angry, and he was about to fight for the second time, when a cold and arrogant voice came from the luxurious carriage in the horse guard: "Why have you been delayed for so long?"

When the warrior heard this, he stopped beating Duan Qianqiu's hand and replied respectfully: "His Royal Highness the King of Yuyue, my subordinates have caught a thief who stole swordsmanship from Xuanjian Zhai and molested a female disciple. So delayed. ”

"Oh, there is such a thing, and who dares to go to Xuanjian Zhai to spread wilderness?!" The people in the carriage lifted the curtain, and immediately a eunuch leaned down and knelt beside the carriage as a staircase, and the people in the carriage stepped on the eunuch's back and walked down from the carriage.

I saw that this person had a handsome face, but his cheekbones were high, the corners of his lips were pursed, and his eyes were cold, looking very cold and cruel. He was wearing a purple robe and a gold and jade belt around his waist, and along the way, he walked with a dragon and a tiger, and he was dignified and mighty.

It is the third prince of the current emperor, Yue Wang Yang Yuxing.

Yang Yuxing walked up to Duan Qianqiu with great interest, looked at it carefully, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then a smile slowly spread from the corners of his tight lips, as if sneering and sneering, and finally he suddenly turned around and slapped the warrior hard.

The warrior covered his face and stood with his head down, Yang Yuxing raised his voice and shouted: "You bold minion, you dare to say that this son is a thief who steals swordsmanship and molests women, do you know who he is?"

The samurai's face was swollen on one side, and he said hesitantly: "My subordinates don't know!"

Yang Yuxing no longer looked at him, turned back to Duan Qianqiu and said loudly: "He is Duan Qianqiu who killed Yan Song, the Heavenly Father of the Peach Blossom Paradise Giant Thief!" With that, he raised his hand, and the warriors who were still holding Duan Qianqiu on both sides immediately let go of Duan Qianqiu's arm.

As soon as these words came out, all the people who practiced martial arts in the field flashed with a look of surprise and disbelief.

Heavenly Father Yan Song, for decades, there have been many bloody cases, and there will be a case every few years, abusing and killing officials in Yehuang City or people practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall, his deeds are secretive, and his deeds are cruel, Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyin have joined forces to arrest him for many years, but nothing has been found.

Many martial arts families in Yehuang City have a deep blood feud with him, but Yan Song's martial arts are too high, even if he hates, he can't help it. After hearing that Duan Qianqiu was the one who killed Yan Song, he was half-convinced in his heart: "Such a person with sparse martial arts and a waste-like appearance, even the second-generation disciples of Xuanjian Zhai can't beat him, can he kill Yan Song?!"

Qin Hong didn't believe it even more, because he had fought with Duan Qianqiu just now, and with Duan Qianqiu's performance, he was afraid that even the lowest-level nine-rank swordsmen in their martial arts hall would not be able to defeat him, and how could he be the opponent of the Peach Blossom Source Killing God Yan Shen. But since King Yue said that Duan Qianqiu was, he didn't dare to refute it.

Duan Qianqiu looked at Yang Yuxing's style, and only then did he hear the warrior call him His Royal Highness King Yue, so he saluted and said, "Grass people Duan Qianqiu see His Royal Highness King Yue." It's just that I don't know how His Royal Highness King Yue recognized it. We should have never met. ”

Yang Yuxing saw Duan Qianqiu's attitude of neither humility nor arrogance, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "When this king returned to Yehuang City with Qin Shiyao and you, he once saw you unconscious, and at that time he also wanted to get acquainted with the big hero, but he didn't expect to be happy. Today, it seems that Brother Duan is really a miracle and extraordinary. ”

Duan Qianqiu could hear the irony in his words, but now that he had lost all his martial arts, even if he wanted to kill himself, it would be easy to do it, not to mention just a few words of humiliation, so he also lowered his head and remained silent.

Yang Yuxing, the king of Yue, saw that he was silent, so he continued to provoke: "This king knows that Duan Gongzi is good at using a sword, but this king likes to use a sword, and he will visit him another day. The father once praised Duan Gongzi in front of his ministers, and the evil demons were easy to dispel, and this king really wanted to see it. ”

"Martial Champions?" Duan Qianqiu heard this, and he finally knew why Yang Yuxing provoked him as soon as he came up.

Yang Yuxing, the king of Yue, is crazy about martial arts, and is the one with the highest martial arts among all the princes, and it is difficult to find opponents in Yehuang City.

Duan Qianqiu smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness King Yue is only afraid that he will be disappointed, Duan Mou has only woken up today since the battle with Yan Song, and his martial arts have been completely lost, and he is like a wasted person." ”

Yang Yuxing snorted coldly: "Isn't Duan Gongzi's move to look down on this king and disdain to compete?"

Duan Qianqiu was speechless, and now he finally understood what it meant to be involuntary as soon as he entered the rivers and lakes.

It is difficult to be a master, and it is even more difficult to be a master who has lost all his martial arts.