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- Chapter 365 Seeking Revenge
Xiao Yuesheng told her about her punishment and that she would not be expelled from the sect and could practice cultivation again. Du Wenxiu showed a hint of joy.
" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head. She was really loyal to the Yanxia Sect, but it was not strange to think about it. She was an orphan. Wu Wanyun adopted her, and the Yanxia Sect was her home.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "In that case, you should think about it carefully. My method will be painful, so don't blame me."
Du Wenxiu said calmly: "If you can maintain your cultivation, suffering a little is nothing."
Early morning
The sun suddenly lit up the western half of the valley. Half of the lake was in the sun and the other half was in shadow.
The green grass is covered with dew, as clear as pearls.
Seven huts are located around the small lake, vaguely shaped like the Big Dipper. Xiao Yuesheng's house is located in the north, facing the mouth of the valley. The two huts to the west are the boudoirs of Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun.
He originally wanted to build a small pavilion by the lake and set up a few corridors, but later he felt that the pavilion was too windy, so he gave up the idea and turned it into its current simple state.
Xiao Yuesheng was practicing Kung Fu next to his house. His movements were slow, one move after another, as if he was making slow gestures, just like people practicing Kung Fu in a pear garden.
With a gentle push of both palms, the green grass beneath your feet moved forward. With your palms retracted, the green grass stood up and fell backwards.
With his movements, the surrounding green grass rises and falls, like the waves of the sea.
Even if you can't see the power of his martial arts, just by looking at its power, you can tell that it is extraordinary. Far away, to the west of the small lake, Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun are also practicing martial arts, with focused expressions.
The sun shines over the mountain wall and shines in the valley. The two girls are just to the west, bathing in the sunshine. Their clothes are snow-white, their hair is like clouds, and their skin is like white jade. Black and white contrast with each other, making them more vivid.
The three masters and apprentices looked at each other across the small lake and practiced their martial arts separately.
Some time has passed since Du Wenxiu was deprived of his martial arts skills. Since then, Xiao Yuesheng has never stepped into the Yanxia Sect.
Although he did not object to Wu Wanyun's strict sect rules, he would inevitably have grudges because of Du Wenxiu. Moreover, in the Yanxia Sect, except for Sun Yuru, everyone else in the Yanxia Sect was now hostile, thinking that all disasters originated from him.
Living here, he was bored, but fortunately there were two disciples, Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun, who chatted with each other to relieve his boredom, which gave him some fun.
Song Jingsi has a calm temperament, thinks more and talks less, like a pool of autumn water, her temperament is quiet and elegant, even if she doesn't speak, she is comfortable.
Song Jingyun, on the other hand, is lively, innocent and straightforward. She can't keep words in her heart and will say whatever she wants. She is vaguely similar to Sun Yuru's temperament. Their friendship has also developed rapidly. After she is practicing, she goes to play in the Yanxia sect. Send a message for Sun Yuru, talking about the big and small affairs in the Yanxia sect, just like a small microphone.
Since her martial arts was revoked, Du Wenxiu has been staying in her own courtyard, as if she has retreated into seclusion. On weekdays, it is rare for the disciples of the Yanxia Sect to see her pure and beautiful figure, so they are more and more attracted to Xiao Yuesheng. angry.
Sun Yuru ran over to take a look and talk to him from time to time, but nothing was different as usual. She knew the whole story and the truth best, and she also felt that something was wrong with everyone in the sect. Not only was she not grateful to Mr. Xiao, but she was hostile to him.
????????????? But it is related to the reputation of the senior sister. From Wu Wanyun to Sun Yuru, this matter has been kept secret. The disciples only knew that the senior sister violated the order and returned, but they did not know the whole story. They only thought that the senior sister fell in love with Xiao Yuesheng.
Sun Yuru felt guilty because of this, and felt that the entire faction could not stand up to Mr. Xiao.
She is the third senior sister. Although the disciples of the Yanxia Sect feel uncomfortable because she runs so frequently, they cannot say anything out loud and can only turn a blind eye.
"Woof woof" a dog bark suddenly sounded, and a big black dog came out of Song Jingyun's house and barked in the direction of the valley entrance.
"Saihei!" Song Jingyun shouted hurriedly.
The big dog purred twice and ran to Song Jingyun, rubbing its black satin-like body against her calves and wagging its tail.
"Get down!" Song Jingyun shouted.
The big black dog immediately lay down at her feet, looked up at her face, wagging its tail, and moaned softly, as if it was coquettish.
Song Jingyun stopped and touched its neck with her small white jade hand. It immediately squinted its eyes, rolled over, and lay down on its side, as if sleeping.
Song Jingyun pursed her lips and smiled, looking up at the valley. She knew that Sai Hei was smart and clever. Calling him like this meant that someone was coming, and he was a stranger.
"Mr. Xiao! Mr. Xiao¡ª¡ª!" A clear call echoed in the valley, and the girl pretended to flash out from behind the green grass at the mouth of the valley and shouted loudly.
Xiao Yuesheng slowly finished his work and said calmly: "What's the matter?"
That was a female disciple of the Yanxia Sect, across the small lake, she bowed from a distance and said crisply: "Sir, Third Senior Sister said, please come and have a look."
"What happened?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, seeing that Sun Yuru did not come in person, but sent someone over, obviously unable to escape.
"People from the Donghai Gang are here again!" The girl has bright eyes, good looks, and a clear voice, not much inferior to Sun Yuru.
There are many Yanxia sects for such beautiful women.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Yes, I understand, Ziyu, please go back first."
"Yes!" The girl nodded obediently and bowed again. Seeing that he actually remembered her name, she felt inexplicably excited and trotted back.
"Master, let's leave quickly!" Song Jingyun tapped her toes, fluttering, came to Xiao Yuesheng, and said eagerly.
The big dog named Sai Hei followed her, running very fast, never falling behind, and never leaving her side.
Song Jingsi stood there without moving, still practicing her boxing skills quietly, as if she didn't hear or see him.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her sideways: "You are so energetic!Why are you meddling in so many other things?!"
Song Jingyun chuckled, with a thick skin, staring at him with big bright eyes: "Master, aren't you going?"
Xiao Yuesheng looks young, but his demeanor is calm and his eyebrows are full of vicissitudes of life, which gives people a feeling of youth and maturity. Coupled with his two mustaches, he looks even more old-fashioned, so Song Jingyun calls him an old man.
"Well, we don't need to worry about the Yanxia Sect!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, looked up at the sky for a few days, nodded and said: "Jingsi, let's just eat."
"Yes, Master." Song Jingsi responded and slowly stopped her efforts.
"The two girls came from scholarly backgrounds. Song Jingsi has been cooking since she was a child. Although she is not a top-notch chef, she studied with Sun Yuru and became better than her master.
The food she cooks is exquisite and delicious, similar to southern cuisine, and can be tasted again and again. Xiao Yuesheng likes it very much.
"Master, do you really not want to go and have a look?" Song Jingyun asked again, unable to conceal her anxious look.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said: "If you go, all the female heroes and young heroes of the Yanxia Sect will definitely think that we are nosy."
Song Jingyun hesitated, glanced at him carefully, and said slowly: "But Master, if you don't go, Aunt Sun will blame Master for being petty!"
"How presumptuous!" Xiao Yuesheng glared, snorted, turned around and left: "Eat!"
After saying that, he strode towards a pine house in the east.
This room is simple, elegant, and quite spacious. When you enter it, you don't feel like you are sitting in the room at all. On the contrary, it is a bit brighter than outside.
Song Jingyun stuck out her tongue, lowered her head and said softly to Sai Hei: "Sai Hei, Master is so fierce, isn't he?"
Saihei blinked his eyes and looked at her eyes, as if he could understand her words. He whined twice and wagged his tail.
"Hehe, let's eat!" Song Jingyun chuckled twice and ran towards another room, which was the kitchen, to help her sister serve food.
Soon, the food was ready and placed in front of Xiao Yuesheng. He sat at the front table with a large window behind him.
Song Jingsi sat down and asked softly: "Master, are Aunt Sun worried?"
Xiao Yuesheng lowered his head to eat and remained silent.
Seeing him like this, Song Jingsi stopped trying to persuade him and shook his head slightly towards Song Jingyun, signaling her not to talk any more, so as not to anger the master.
Song Jingyun curled her small mouth helplessly and ate hastily.
After dinner, Xiao Yuesheng stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."
Song Jingyun was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Master is wise!"
Xiao Yuesheng stopped, turned around, glanced at her, and hummed: "If I don't go, wouldn't I be unwise?"
Song Jingyun smiled hurriedly: "Hehe, no matter what you do, Master is wise!"
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, turned around and walked out of the house, walking towards the mouth of the valley. From a distance, he saw Ziyu who had just come standing there, stamping his feet, looking very anxious.
Xiao Yuesheng came to her and waved his hand: "Just lead the way."
"Yes!" Ziyu responded, turned around and walked away. Her feet were light and nimble, as if they were not touching the ground. It was obvious that she had good light skills.
The mountain wind was hunting, the two women followed closely behind their master, and the big dog Saihei followed closely at the feet of Song Jingyun, quickly passing over the hillside and turning towards the valley of the Yanxia Sect.
Soon, they saw a group of people standing on the martial arts field from a distance.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, said: "How many people did they come?"
"There are ten people here in total." Ziyu replied hurriedly, her feet slowing down. She didn't have enough internal strength to speak and perform Qing Kung at the same time.
"Well, I'll go there first." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, his feet fluttered, as if he was riding the wind, and floated away, seemingly gently, and in the blink of an eye, he was already on the martial arts field.
Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun did not have enough internal strength to be so fast, so they could only rush from behind.
When they arrived at the martial arts arena, Sai Hei was so tired that he stuck out his tongue and panted heavily. His eyes were still fixed on Song Jingyun, not relaxing for a moment.
On the martial arts field, there are clear barriers between people and horses on both sides, separated by two feet, and there are ten men on the outside. They all have a calm demeanor, and their master's momentum is fully revealed.
On the other side, there are Wu Wanyun and many disciples behind him. Although there are many people, there is no noise. They just look at the opposite side silently, and their eyes form a pressure.
A clear and clear voice floated up: "Master Wu, my gang leader came here this time to resolve the conflict. Although my father was killed at the hands of a disciple of your sect, I don't want to cause a big fight and cause the brothers in the gang to lose their lives."
Xiao Yuesheng stood behind the disciples without revealing his figure. However, those disciples were all staring at the opposite side with too much attention and had no time to pay attention to their surroundings and did not notice his arrival.
Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun stood behind their master, looked up, and saw a young man speaking opposite, handsome and handsome, like a jade tree standing in the wind.
Behind him, ten people stood in an arch, all of them with extraordinary momentum, like stars arching over the moon, very majestic.
"Master, he is the leader of the Donghai Gang?!" Song Jingyun asked in surprise.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Yes, the son will inherit the throne from his father."
"His father was killed by you, Master, right?" Song Jingyun whispered.
Song Jingyun has heard Sun Yuru say several times that he is good at the Donghai Gang.
Sun Yuru is extremely proud of the Donghai Gang. Its danger and power make her feel inexplicably excited every time she talks about it.
Wu Wanyun said lightly: "I wonder if Gang Leader Zhao has any clever ideas?"
She is dressed in a goose-yellow robe and has a bright face. Standing among the disciples, it is difficult for others to think that she is the master, and they often think that she is a disciple of the same generation.
Zhao Fengyuan stood with his hands behind his back and said loudly: "Instead of fighting and suffering heavy casualties, how about we decide the winner or loser through a martial arts competition?"
"What kind of comparison?" Wu Wanyun asked.
Zhao Fengyuan smiled and said: "Win two out of three games, how about my two senior brothers and me competing against the disciples of your sect one by one?"
Wu Wanyun was noncommittal and asked: "So what if you win, what if you lose?"
"If the noble sect wins, the grudge against my father will be wiped out, and the Donghai Gang will no longer cause trouble for the Yanxia sect!" Zhao Fengyuan said solemnly.
"What if we lose?" Wu Wanyun said.
Zhao Fengyuan sneered: "If your faction loses, hand over my father's murderer!"
"Master!" Li Tianyong and Yang Guangyuan said at the same time.
They were dressed in sapphire blue attire and looked heroic. When it came to talent, they were not inferior to Zhao Fengyuan at all, but even better.
Wu Wanyun lowered her head and muttered, thoughtfully, then turned her head, her clear eyes slowly passing over the disciples.
"Why, isn't Master Wu confident that he can beat us?" Zhao Fengyuan sneered, staring at Wu Wanyun closely.
Wu Wanyun's clear eyes fell on Xiao Yuesheng behind the crowd and looked at him.
Xiao Yuesheng turned his eyes away from her.
Zhao Fengyuan said coldly: "Success or failure, Master Wu can just decide. Is it possible for the leader of a sect to be so indecisive?!"
Wu Wanyun nodded: "Well, this is a good idea, so it's settled."
"Good! Enjoy it!" Zhao Fengyuan clapped his hands and praised, with a smile on his handsome face.
He waved his hand, and two people stood behind him. They were about forty years old. They were both thin and average-looking, with dull expressions and slightly squinted eyes, as if they had not woken up.
Zhao Fengyuan clasped his fists and said: "These two senior brothers and I, I wonder which master you will send to fight?"
Li Tianyong took a step forward, turned around, cupped his fists and said to Wu Wanyun: "Master, disciple, please fight!"
Wu Wanyun pondered for a moment, looked at him, and then at the three people, frowning, obviously not optimistic about him.
"Master, as the second disciple, I have unshirkable responsibilities!" Li Tianyong said hurriedly.
Wu Wanyun sighed and nodded: "You have to be careful, winning or losing doesn't matter, just don't get hurt!"
"TeacherFather, don¡¯t worry! "Li Tianyong was full of confidence, nodded and said solemnly.
He was also playing drums in his heart, but he was the second disciple of the Yanxia sect, and the senior sister's martial arts was abolished. No matter what, it was him who should take the lead.
These two middle-aged men have extraordinary cultivation, and I am afraid they are no match for them. However, in the current Yanxia Sect, I am the strongest in martial arts. If I don¡¯t stand out, how can others compete with me? !
He took two steps forward, came to the field, drew his sword out of its scabbard, placed it in front of him, and shouted: "Li Tianyong of the Yanxia Sect, please give me your advice!"
A middle-aged man stood up, opened his eyes, looked at him lazily, and said calmly: "Leng Zifeng of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, please give me your advice!"
Wu Wanyun frowned. She seemed to have never heard of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, but as soon as the man opened his eyes, she felt something bad in her heart. This man was really dangerous.
Just as the two were about to take action, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the field: "Wait a minute!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a slim and graceful figure walked out of the Yanxia Sect, wearing a pink Luo shirt and a smile as bright as a flower. It was Sun Yuru.
She smiled at Li Tianyong and said: "Second senior brother, there is no way to kill a chicken with a bull's knife. Leave this scene to me, junior sister!"
"Second junior sister, you?" Li Tianyong frowned.
He also felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was dangerous, and his heart was filled with warning signs. However, the more dangerous he was, the more he could not give in to the junior sisters and brothers beside him.
Sun Yuru smiled sweetly and said: "Hehe, second senior brother, there is another one. It's your turn to be the next one! The fun comes after the rear axle!"
Li Tianyong¡¯s face darkened: ¡°Junior sister, don¡¯t mess around, go back quickly!¡±
Zhao Fengyuan¡¯s face was tense, and his face was like spitting fire. He stared at Sun Yuru and said in a low voice: "Since Miss Sun is so interested, Li Shaoxia might as well make it happen. I have no objection."
That unforgettable scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes. He was held with a sword across his neck, humiliated and humiliated by her.
Sun Yuru turned around and gave him a sidelong glance: "You idiot, now you have become the gang leader, your Donghai Gang is finished!"
Zhao Fengyuan's face changed, turning into an iron-blue color, just like the color of the bottom of a nest. His eyes were bright, like a burning torch that could burn people to ashes.
Sun Yuru smiled sweetly and said: "Hee hee, you are really overestimating your own abilities by trying to compete with me on your three-legged cat's martial arts!"
Her words were like knives, piercing Zhao Fengyuan's heart.
Zhao Fengyuan took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face, but it was extremely ugly.
He took another deep breath and said calmly: "Miss Sun, don't use your words to defeat my senior brother. It's never too late to talk big!"
Sun Yuru smiled and said: "Okay, let's see how embarrassing you are!"
Zhao Fengyuan smiled lightly and said: "Master Wu, let's talk about it first. During the competition, the sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that there will be three advantages and two disadvantages. Do you think?"
Wu Wanyun nodded: "If there is any damage, it is inevitable."
Zhao Fengyuan clapped his hands: "Okay, Master Wu, be happy, that's it. Even if there is damage, we can't use excuses to take revenge and cause trouble afterwards, how about that?"
"Okay!" Wu Wanyun nodded.
Sun Yuru shook her head and smiled, with a look of disdain on her face, snorted twice and said: "You idiot, you are quite vicious!"
Zhao Fengyuan listened as if he didn't hear it, and his teeth were already gritted in his heart, but his face was just stiff and ugly, and his smile was even more ugly than bitter.
"Master, this gang leader is quite interesting." Song Jingyun chuckled.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "After all, he is young and his Taoism is not deep enough. He needs to continue practicing for a few years."
Song Jingyun raised her head and glanced at him, thinking in her heart, she is young and the master is not old either, so why is his Taoism so high?
The middle-aged man opened his eyes, with cold light shining out, like two long swords being unsheathed at the same time, and shouted: "Let's do it!"
He drew the sword with his right hand, passed it gently, and stabbed Sun Yuru.
"Second Senior Brother, give way!" Sun Yuru pushed Li Tianyong away, unsheathed his sword, twisted his waist and thrust out without showing any signs of weakness.
The two swords stabbed straight at the same time, and it turned out to be a move that would kill them both.
Sun Yuru bit her lower lip lightly, without changing her moves, and stabbed straight. Even if the opponent stabbed herself, she could still stab him.
She knew in her heart that her own internal strength might not be as good as the opponent's. If she really showed her skills, she might not be as good as her. She would have to fight hard.
The man did not change his moves. One of them stabbed the chest, the other stabbed the lower abdomen, and stabbed straight out. Everyone in the scene screamed.
Song Jingyun pulled Xiao Yuesheng's sleeve tightly, feeling so nervous that her heart was about to jump out.
"Ding." The middle-aged man changed his tactics midway, flicked his wrist, and shook his head.The sword opened the tip of Sun Yuru's sword, and the two passed by each other.
Sun Yuru suddenly heard a clear voice in his ear: "Jade Rabbit Step!"
As soon as she heard it, she knew it was Xiao Yuesheng who was talking. She was overjoyed and confident. She suddenly realized that she had forgotten to use the Jade Rabbit Step.
She moved her feet, and her body suddenly swayed, and two shadows appeared, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were two people.
People exclaimed, feeling inexplicably surprised. Even Wu Wanyun was also surprised, and then realized that it seemed that Yuru had mentioned that Mr. Xiao had taught himself and his senior sister a set of footwork called Yutu Steps, which was very special. Fun.
She was in a depressed mood these days because of Du Wenxiu's incident, so she never had time to ask, so she just thought about it now.
The middle-aged man turned around, saw this situation, sneered, and slashed straight with his long sword, slashing at the two figures at the same time.
Sun Yuru moved his feet, stepped back a little, and then came out of the sword light, and took advantage of the situation to lift the long sword.
"Ding" The tip of her sword hit the opponent's sword exactly, and the two swords intersected with a crisp sound. It was obvious that they were not ordinary swords.
The middle-aged man frowned and felt an inexplicable force coming from the sword. His palm felt numb, as if an electric current was flowing through it.
He was startled, and with a strong burst of internal energy, he drove away the numbness in his hand, but the sword was inevitably delayed for a moment.
The master struggle, one of the differences, but the difference between heaven and earth. This stagnant kung fu, Sun Yuru jumped, the long sword stabbed, and it was extremely strange.
The middle-aged man was shocked. He saw a cold light approaching fiercely, and it was about to stab his throat. He hurriedly blocked it.
His sword is extremely fast, much faster than an ordinary person's. An ordinary person would never be able to make it in time, but his sword is very fast, and he arrives just in time.
With a "ding" sound, the two swords intersected again.
Sun Yuru, carrying a long sword, twisted her waist and moved one step horizontally, as if her feet were floating on the water, her movements were graceful.
She stepped down, and suddenly another figure appeared, and the two figures attacked the middle-aged man at the same time.
The middle-aged man sneered, dismissing such a psychedelic movement technique. With a shake of his long sword, two sword flowers appeared and attacked two figures respectively. They were both illusory and real.
Sun Yuru's swordsmanship was light and swift. With a faint thrust, he met two sword flowers, but his feet were taking a small arc step.
"Ding" the two swords crossed again, Sun Yuru's body trembled, the two figures merged into one, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly drew her sword and retreated.
The other party's internal energy is like a surging river, vast and vast. He is far inferior to me, so he has the idea of ????avoiding the truth and attacking the weakness.
"Three stacks of sunshine!" Xiao Yuesheng's voice rang in her ears again.
Sun Yuru suddenly realized, her spirits lifted, and she cursed herself for being a pig, forgetting all the things that Mr. Xiao had saved.
Her feet fluttered again, her body swayed, and she turned into two figures, one on the left and one on the right, attacking the middle-aged man together.
Faced with her current physical skills, the middle-aged man knew in his heart that he could only use clumsiness to overcome cleverness and use strength to overcome the enemy. He did not panic, with a sullen face and eyes like lightning, and stabbed out another sword, imagining two swords. Flower, forcing the opponent to fight with him.
He is quite confident. When it comes to swordsmanship, she may be exquisite and her footwork is even more exquisite, but when it comes to internal strength, she is beyond compare.
Amidst the sound of "chichi", Sun Yuru's sword light was sharp, thrust straight out, facing the middle-aged man's two sword flowers, and let out a clear cry.
Sun Yuru's face turned red, as if the red clouds surged past, then drifted away and then receded.
The middle-aged man¡¯s face was livid, his hands were numb, and it was difficult to hold the long sword. With a clang, it fell to the green bricks.
He really didn't expect that a weak woman on the other side could be so cunning in terms of internal strength. After one wave, there was another wave. Just after he had withstood the second wave, the third wave suddenly hit him. Again and again, not again and again, he was caught off guard. Then he said, his arms were numb and it was difficult to hold the sword.
Sun Yuru tiptoed, stepped forward, jumped up, and thrust out the sword. Just as the middle-aged man was about to avoid it, the tip of the sword was already in front of his throat.
Sun Yuru sheathed her sword, put it back into its sheath, moved neatly, cupped her fists, smiled, and said: "Cheng Rang, you are defeated!"
The middle-aged man was quite dissatisfied, but when he thought about the chill still in his throat, he couldn't help but shake his head, sigh, and nodded: "Yes, I am defeated."
After saying that, he leaned over to pick up the sword, put it back into its sheath, slowly walked back to Zhao Fengyuan, and said, "Junior brother, I'm ashamed."
Zhao Fengyuan said hurriedly: "This girl is too difficult to deal with, senior brother, don't worry about her."
He spoke with great respect, without the slightest hint of blame.
The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, closed his eyes slightly, and remained silent, as if he had fallen into trance or fallen asleep.??The statue stands there.
Sun Yuru walked back slowly, came to Wu Wanyun's side, grinned at Xiao Yuesheng who was behind the crowd, and did not say hello.
She turned around and glared at Zhao Fengyuan, squinting at him with disdain.
Zhao Fengyuan turned his head and did not look at her, lest he would be furious and make an unfavorable move on impulse.
He pointed at another middle-aged man and said in a deep voice: "In the first game, you win. In the second game, my senior brother will appear."
Li Tianyong hurriedly came out, cupped his fists and said, "Master, I'll do it!"
Wu Wanyun frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said: "You have to be careful, but protect yourself and don't be greedy for credit."
Li Tianyong nodded: "Disciple, don't worry, master."
He turned around, took a few steps forward, cupped his fists and said, "Li Tianyong of the Yanxia Sect, please teach me!"
The middle-aged man lazily opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and said coldly: "Jing Wucheng of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, please enlighten me!"
He is colder than the middle-aged man just now, and there is no emotion in his dazzling eyes, like snow and ice.
"Please¡ª!" Li Tianyong unsheathed his sword, held it upright in front of his chest, and using the immortal to guide him, he attacked and everything was stable.
He knew in his heart that when it came to swordsmanship, he was probably no longer as good as the third junior sister, and the opponent's internal strength was deeper. The only solution now was to patiently look for opportunities and see if the opponent would make mistakes before he could win. Otherwise, There is defeat but no victory.
??The middle-aged man is also very steady, with a long sword raised, his moves are mature and steady, there are no flaws, and he is not in a hurry to win.
The two of them were going back and forth with swords, one move after another, every move. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves had passed, and there was still no change on the field. It was so steady that it could make people doze off.
Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun looked puzzled.
Song Jingyun comforted Sai Hei, raised his head and asked, "Master, which one of them can win?"
Xiao Yuesheng said calmly: "People from the Great Wilderness Sword Sect."
Song Jingyun tilted her head and said doubtfully: "It looks like it's half a pound of weight!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "This person behaves strangely. He clearly had a chance to win, but he failed to win. It seems that he has ulterior motives."
"Is he not well-intentioned?" Song Jingyun immediately became energetic and asked hurriedly: "Is it because of the reality of the Yanxia Sect's swordsmanship?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Well, it's very possible."
Immediately, he cast an appreciative glance, and Song Jingyun beamed as if she had eaten honey, and almost cheered.
Sun Yuru's ear suddenly heard Xiao Yuesheng's voice: "Yuru, go and call your senior sister over and let her take action."
Sun Yuru was startled, turned around and looked back, then looked at Xiao Yuesheng.
The master of the master was obviously abolished.
Xiao Yuesheng said warmly: "I have my own opinion, just go and call her."
He used the technique of transmitting sounds into secrets. Others could not hear him. They could only see his lips parted, as if he was mumbling to himself.
Sun Yuru¡¯s trust in him was deep-rooted. Hearing this, he nodded quickly, turned around, pushed aside the crowd, and ran out quickly.
"Huh!" A muffled groan suddenly came from the field. Li Tianyong covered his right arm and staggered, obviously injured.
The middle-aged man stabbed Li Tianyong with one sword, then stabbed him again without stopping.
"Despicable!" "Stop!" "You still draw your sword?!"
Waves of angry shouts erupted from the crowd. They wanted to rush forward to stop him, but they were too late. However, Wu Wanyun also had time to stop him.
This sword, contrary to his steady style, was as fast as lightning and as fast as a meteor.
"Chi¡ª¡ª" Amidst the long and sharp whistle, a white light flashed across everyone's eyes.
The tip of the sword had touched Li Tianyong's clothes. As soon as the white light came, it hit the sword. The sword flew out of his hand, spun around in the air, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Li Tianyong took advantage of the situation and retreated. His left hand was full of blood. The blood flowed down his right arm and dripped on the green bricks.
Everyone looked back and Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled at everyone as a greeting.
Wu Wanyun turned around, saluted him, and said loudly: "Thank you, sir, for saving my life!"
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, smiled slightly, and said nothing more.
Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun held their heads high and were indescribably proud. For a while, when they arrived at the Yanxia Sect, the atmosphere was not very friendly, all because they were Xiao Yuesheng's disciples.
At this time, they were finally able to feel proud and proud. They felt that their hearts were so happy that it was hard to describe, and they wished they could look up to the sky and scream and laugh.
"Gang Leader Zhao, you have won this battle!" Wu Wanyun turned around and said calmly.
She was angry and murderous. The other party obviously wanted to take people's lives. In the first scene just now, Yu Ru showed mercy, but they dared to do this. It was really too much!
"I give in!" Zhao Fengyuan clasped his fists, smiled, and said with a chuckle: "That Li Shaoxia's injury doesn't matter, right? The attack was a little heavier, so don't take offense!"
Wu Wanyun smiled faintly: "When you compete in martial arts, you will inevitably hit harder. It doesn't matter. Don't worry about it."
"Master Wu has a broad mind, I admire him." Zhao Fengyuan said with a smile.
He slowly stood up, took two steps forward, and said, "I wonder where the top disciple of your sect is. I want to compete with Miss Du."
Wu Wanyun frowned: "She is in retreat and cannot come out."
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Zhao Fengyuan raised his sword eyebrows and chuckled: "Isn't it because I heard that I was coming down, so I just stayed away?"
Wu Wanyun¡¯s anger surged and she said in a deep voice: ¡°You can¡¯t believe my words?!¡±
"Haha, I don't dare, I don't dare." Zhao Fengyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Since Master Wu said this, I will take it as true. I wonder which disciple of your sect can fight with me?"
Wu Wanyun said calmly: "You are the leader of a gang. If they take action, wouldn't they look down on you too much? I will accompany you personally!"
Zhao Fengyuan was startled and said with a smile: "You are a senior, I don't dare to take this position. It is better to invite a disciple to come out, so as not to make the world laugh at Master Wu for bullying the young!"
Song Jingyun covered her mouth and chuckled, shook her head, and said: "Master, this guy is really interesting. He is obviously afraid of Master Wu!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled, shook his head and said, "That's not entirely true. He's mostly just pretending."
"Eh? Are you pretending?!" Song Jingyun was surprised.
Xiao Yuesheng looked at Song Jingsi: "Jingsi, what do you think?"
Song Jingsi nodded and said softly: "It's exactly what the master said. According to the disciples, he is also pretending. There is no hint of hesitation in his eyes. It is obvious that there is deceit in it."
She added: "Besides, as far as the disciples know, Aunt Du's martial arts skills are better than those of others. Since he dares to challenge Aunt Du, how can he be afraid of Master Wu?"
She speaks slowly, delicately and elegantly, but clearly and logically.
Song Jingyun was very angry and said bitterly: "Okay, this guy is so cunning, I was almost deceived by him!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said calmly: "You need to be more careful in the future, so as not to be sold out and help others count their money."
"Master¡ª¡ªFather¡ª¡ª!" Song Jingyun twisted her waist and said angrily: "How can I be so stupid!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded lightly: "Stupid people often think they are smart!"
Song Jingyun stamped her feet and glared at him angrily: "Master - father -!"
Song Jingsi pursed her lips and smiled, turning her head so as not to let her see her.
Suddenly, a cold voice slowly sounded: "Master, it's better for you to be a disciple!"
The sound came from behind the crowd. When the disciples heard the sound, they shouted and opened a passage to reveal the speaker.
Du Wenxiu was wearing a snow-white Luo shirt, looking here indifferently, as cold as ice, and her eyes became more and more indifferent. People felt that the senior sister was getting further and further away from them, as if she was standing on the top of the iceberg, and would soon ride away in the wind and turn into a fairy in the heaven. .
"Wenxiu, what are you doing here?!" Wu Wanyun frowned.
Du Wenxiu walked softly and slowly walked through the crowd and came to her: "Master, since he wants to fight with his disciple, let's do as he wishes." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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