The middle-aged man held his thumb on the purple jade wrench as if showing off, and the mocking smile spread across his slightly pale face, and slowly turned around, waiting for everyone's amazement.

"Idiot!"

"This guy is stupid, right, that broken wrench can also be compared to the spirit stone?"

"Haha, damn it, this old boy is so illiterate."

"It's still fucking showmanship, hurry up and roll with your tail between your legs"

The middle-aged man's mocking smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and the ridicule from the audience made his white face red, but he didn't know why in his heart.

The discussion spread in the audience, and the competition became a farce before it started, and after a few breaths, most of the onlookers in the audience knew what the spirit stone was, and the people who originally laughed at Yang Qing all pointed the finger at the middle-aged man who was in great embarrassment in order to save face.

The ten singers to be selected are beautiful at this time, with longing, anticipation, and greed...... , There are many rich and noble people among the tourists, although there are many taels of silver, but they don't care, and this spirit stone is not a mortal thing, the aura of heaven and earth contained in it is of great benefit to the body, that is, when you go to bed at night, you can prolong your life by holding it to sleep.

The importance of the spirit stone to the monk is self-evident, and it is even more rare among the people, and there are still some people among the onlookers who do not realize the preciousness of the spirit stone, including the middle-aged man who is inexplicably ashamed.

The middle-aged man was a little annoyed and angry, but he couldn't hold back his outburst, and said angrily, "This spirit stone is counted as a thousand taels of silver, then ......"

"If I win, this spirit stone will be given to the Oiran" Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Yang Qing said coldly, and the middle-aged man's noise was as upset as a fly.

"Good, good, good!" the middle-aged man said fiercely, biting his lip, and walked out of the ring with a wave of his sleeves.

"Let's get started!" the sword-wielding guard was expressionless, but his slightly trembling voice and eager eyes betrayed what he had in mind.

"Boom!"

The sword-holding guard's long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light appeared, and the narrow three-foot sword body was quite sharp, and he threw a sword flower casually, causing the onlookers to applaud.

Yang Qing didn't dare to hold it up empty-handed, put away the spirit stone, and wiped his right hand on his chest, and the long stick as black as ink fell silently.

"Shh......h

The audience was instantly silent, and boos rang out, and it was unknown where the eight-foot-old long stick came from, leaving only a few people with unchanged faces and watching carefully.

Without waiting for the 'boos' sound in the audience to disappear, Yang Qing had already rushed forward with a long stick and Wulie, leaving a little strength, and slashed down at the guards.

"Whew!"

Yang Qing collected a few points of strength, lest he try to kill people in the ring, but his speed was not slow at all, and with a whistling sound that pierced the air, it turned into a jet-black curtain and slashed down.

This guard is more than half a hundred years old, his body is not sinking at all, he sees the fierceness of the stick, and he does not resist hard, his left foot is the axis, his right foot kicks the ground, and his body turns half a circle like a spinning top, and he retreats.

"Brute force!" the guard didn't resist, and after casually turning sideways, he watched the black curtain fall from the tip of his nose, and said with a blank face.

Yang Qing didn't answer, and the little bit he kept was mentioned, regardless of the falling stick, the right hand holding the stick was raised and pushed, and the head of the stick at the end of the long stick hit the guards directly.

The guard's face changed, he lost his calmness, his body hurriedly leaned back, and at the same time he raised his sword, but he couldn't do it first.

"Clank!"

The end of the long stick Wulie came extremely fast, and the blade of the sword moved to his chest, and the two collided together.

"Whoosh"

The blade of this narrow long sword was very tough, and when the head of the long stick collided, the tip of the sword facing down bounced up like a poisonous snake, and a gray cold light slashed through it, hitting Yang Qing's abdomen.

Yang Qing saw that the situation was not good, and his left hand didn't have time to flick the tip of the sword, and without waiting for the strength on the stick to be exhausted, he pulled the long stick and jumped back.

The tip of the sword is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and it is only half an inch away from the close-fitting black power suit.

"Kick, Kick, Kick"

The middle-aged guard leaned back, took three steps back, and then unloaded the strength on his body, still feeling pain in his chest, as if someone had been smashed with enough strength, squinting his eyes, and looking solemn.

Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, still cold, and he secretly said in his heart, "This person has a lot of combat experience."

The middle-aged guard took a breath, lifted his true qi, and Zhou Tian ran to smooth the pain in his chest, and before he could take the initiative, Yang Qing had already rushed up again.

Punctuality, oblique splitting, and reverse point, although there is force in the hand, it still forces the middle-aged guards to keep retreating.

This middle-aged guard operates true qi, and each sword has a thousand catties of strength, and his strength is stronger than that of a monk who is full of innate triple naïve yuan, but he has less true qi in his body, and his stamina is insufficient, so he is not as good as a monk who knows the sea realm.

Yang Qing made a few moves, leaving the middle-aged guards powerless to fight back, and couldn't help but secretly say that they were bored in their hearts, and the interest of wanting to take this opportunity to ask for some experience faded a lot.

The onlookers in the audience, seeing that Yang Qing's moves were simple but the middle-aged guards who fought only had the power to parry, couldn't help but feel that the guards had deliberately lost, and they all began to mumble dissatisfiedly.

"Fight quickly!" said impatiently, being pointed at by a group of people like a monkey, making Yang Qing want to leave as soon as possible.

He had no grudge against the middle-aged guard, although he was irritable in his heart, he didn't want to hurt the other party's surname, so he used about 2,000 catties of strength to knock him off the stage with one blow.

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate in my heart, pulled in a few steps, and a blow fell.

The guards were old and serious, not affected by the onlookers, and when they saw the long stick that was splitting down, they did not dodge, and the long sword was raised, and a few sword shadows appeared quickly.

"Ding Ding ......"

A dense crisp sound sounded, Yang Qing's determined blow turned out to be fruitless, and his right arm exerted force to stop the long stick that was going back against the split, and he was shocked in his heart, he found that the old man's sword was similar to the four-style external stormy waves in the "Nujiang Stick Method".

The onlookers were all excited to see such a fancy swordsmanship, and some of them applauded and applauded vigorously, and the blush on the middle-aged man's face had disappeared, and he laughed proudly again and said, "Good fight!"

However, the ten singers on the stage who were to be selected were in a hurry, once Yang Qing lost, the spirit stone would fall into the hands of others, and they would lose their chance.

Yang Qing stood with a stick, his mind turned sharply, the swordsmanship of this middle-aged guard was by no means a showmanship, each of the sword shadows was a substantial attack, a total of nine paths, each with different strengths, one stronger than the other, and the nine paths superimposed some three thousand catties of power.

This sword technique tripled the strength of the middle-aged guard!

As soon as the middle-aged guard remembered the profit, he struck again, his face was solemn, his face was tense, and the sword shadow of the Dao Dao appeared again.

Yang Qing didn't fight back, but just collected a few points of strength to block it, and retreated quite embarrassed for a while.

There were heavy swords in the ring, and the onlookers under the ring applauded loudly.

After a few times, Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, but the middle-aged guard's face was tired, but he had already seen the hope of victory, and for the spirit stone that could greatly increase his strength, the sword shadow continued.

Yang Qing's divine sense swept over the sword body, savoring the wonder of this swordsmanship, and when his body retreated, he had a little understanding in his heart, and his clarity about the waves in the four external styles was also deeper.

The swordsmanship of the middle-aged guards is based on the power of true qi, divided into nine paths, and played in turn, so there will be nine sword shadows, which is difficult to describe in words, Yang Qing also knows nothing, and I don't know how to disperse the true qi, unless Yang Qing can see the secret of the swordsmanship.

I don't know the details, but it helped Yang Qing deepen his understanding of the stormy waves, it is to turn the strength into ten parts, how to divide and how to use it is the key, with his Yang Qing's realm at this time, he can also do it, and the stormy waves hit three times the arm strength.

And Yang Qing learned from Wang Erli to use the strength of his whole body roughly, and the strength of his whole body was about twice that of his arms. Two by two, with Yang Qing's realm, he can't control it, and he can't beat six times the strength of his arms in a stormy wave.

After knowing it in his heart, Yang Qing didn't want to delay any longer, and just when he wanted to fight back, the middle-aged man had already put his sword into the sheath.

"I've lost!" The middle-aged guard looked depressed, he couldn't attack for a long time, he was already tired, and when he saw Yang Qing's expression as usual, he knew that the defeat was decided.

"Huh?"

Most of the onlookers were surprised, how could they admit defeat so much with such an advantage just now, and they were puzzled and even believed that the middle-aged guards secretly released water, and only a few onlookers knew the doorway.

"No! than, you give me a comparison, you waste, why do you admit defeat" The smug middle-aged man's face changed, and then he was annoyed and yelled.

"I have been protecting you for three years, the oath has passed, forgive me for my farewell" The middle-aged guard hugged his fist at the middle-aged man and said coldly, after saying this, he hugged Yang Qing again, turned around and walked out of the ring.

"You come back for me......" The middle-aged man was annoyed, panting for breath, and was about to catch up.

"Stop!" Yang Qing jumped in front of the middle-aged man in a few steps, stopped him, and said coldly.

"You, why did you stop me" The middle-aged man shrank his neck in fright, and asked sharply, and several guards beside him did not dare to step forward, so they could only cling to the middle-aged man's side.

"Silver!" Yang Qing stretched out his hand and said coldly.

"You ......" the middle-aged man pointed with trembling fingers, not knowing whether he was angry or frightened.

"Here, hurry up", "This person still wants to be lazy!", "Where did that ability go just now?" ......

Before Yang Qing could speak, the onlookers had already accused.

Yang Qing stopped talking, his eyes staring coldly.

"Here you go!" the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth, and then trotted out with the guards.

Calmly put the silver ticket of a thousand taels into his arms, Yang Qing and many onlookers came to the stage, the oiran was not selected, Yang Qing could not leave, although it was quite painful to give away a spirit stone for nothing, but it was also the right to pay the bill for a moment of recklessness.

The Oiran continued, during which the singing was beautiful, or the orchestra was clear, or the dancing posture was amazing, or the sword was fluttering, Yang Qingben watched with interest, but after a long time, he fell into the contemplation of the stick method 'stormy waves'.

He has never coveted the swordsmanship of the middle-aged guard, for no other reason, the sword law is to indulge the true element with divine consciousness, and the turbulent waves lie in the control of the body, which can also be said to be the fit between the soul and the body.

One hour, Oiran was selected, a woman who was about to reach the peach and plum years, wearing a lotus lotus dress, with tassels, hollow short chain gold earrings, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a refined demeanor, which made people feel fresh and elegant in this hot weather.

The woman did not show her talents, but only stopped on the stage, and the red flowers beside her were already piled up, and she won the name of the Oiran without saying a word. At this time, he stood on the stage without smiling, his eyes were lowered, and when he received the spirit stone, he looked at Yang Qing who looked helpless.

Yang Qing kneaded his left arm with his right hand and walked on the stage, and was about to leave after giving the spirit stone, but Yang Qing still had the duty to escort the dart, so he finally got a fragrant kiss, made his face slightly red, and left in the laughter of the onlookers.

At night, Moon Lake City is not quiet, it can be said that the sound of pulp and lights are ten miles long, and the singer plays the turbid waves, flashy and extravagant.

The crescent moon is shy, hiding in the thick clouds, there is no evening breeze, making people panic, as the night gets thicker, the rain falls in the clouds, and the night rain becomes more and more dense, making the canopy boats and eaves crackle.

The sultry atmosphere was far away, the night rain was falling loudly, and from time to time there was a roaring thunder, and the humid and cool air greeted the door, and I couldn't help but feel refreshed.

The night rain outside was drenched, but the house was dry and cool, Cheng Wanliang and a few people gathered around the round table of the inn to eat, whether it was flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the river, what they had seen or heard, they were all there, Yang Qing was sullen and silent.

Just as Yang Qinghu was eating Haisai, the backyard of the inn sounded the sound of fighting, the sound of weapons colliding, and panicked cries for help.

Cheng Wanliang and the others were startled and rushed out together, while Yu Yashan and his wife were already hiding under the table.