Immediately, he sneered and said, "What? The 'holding the waist' pie? I've never heard of it. I don't think this sutra hall can enter. Any cat or dog can come in with the relationship of three aunts and six mothers. What will try on Qinglong Island is to try to make a name for yourself, to deceive you fools who don't know the inside story!"

Tang Wanqiu, the guardian of the Dharma next to the Qinglong Terrace, obviously heard it, and her face suddenly looked ugly, but she didn't dare to leave her post without permission, so she could only stare here, her eyes like knives, between the black-faced man and the Fuyao faction. Everyone took a look. Probably because he wanted to kick out the black charcoal head who dared to speak rudely on Qinglong Island and these little brats who came in through nepotism.

Yan Zhengming was unmoved when he heard it, and said to himself, "Anyway, he scolded Qinglong Island, what does it have to do with me?"

So he sneered and walked away.

Cheng Qian was not as heartless as him, he had already seen Tang Wanqiu's face.

Although this black charcoal was rude to Qinglong Island, it was provoked by their Fuyao faction. Originally, the island owner had been dissatisfied with the repeated summons of the island owner several times. better.

Yan Zhengming: "Xiao Qian, go."

Cheng Qian turned a deaf ear, his fingers slowly crossed the edge of the wooden sword, stood on the spot, and said slowly: "Oh? So, this Xiongtai whose sword was broken by someone... must be very talented and practical. already?"

Chapter 34

No one expected this turning point. The crowd that was originally crowded "crashly" backed away, and immediately made room for them.

Everyone was openly chatting, and they were already discussing where they came from.

The Fuyao sect has been out of sight for a long time. Except for the great master who became a thousand-year-old and eighty-thousand-year-old guī, few people have heard of it so far. It is such a sect that no one knows why. All the way on the dock, there was a show of what a rich and noble person is, so that no one else would know it, and everyone had heard of the prodigal sons of this faction.

Although the practitioners can ignore the wealth of the world, what about the island owner's special consideration?

They didn't know Yan Zhengming, who didn't come out to fight with people very often. At this time, their group had become a thorn in the eyes of others.

Cheng Qian, who stood up at this time, looked at the appearance of only eleven or twelve years old, holding a solitary wooden sword in his hand, like a child's toy, standing still in the same place.

Someone in the crowd said bitterly: "This kid is so arrogant, isn't there any elder in the sect to take care of it?"

Another humane said, "Why, didn't you hear that the island owner allowed them to enter the lecture hall? Which decent sect would send its own children to someone else's lecture hall?"

"This is surprising, why is the island owner so biased towards them?"

"Who knows? The young master from a rich family, maybe he is some kind of royal family. Maybe it was some treasure that the family bought with a lot of money that moved the island owner and allowed them to come in."

"This is really the dream that anyone can do the dream of asking the immortals. Is the road of cultivation so easy to walk?"

Yan Zhengming is crazy, he is getting more and more naive, Cheng Qian, this young master's trustworthiness is just a mirror - it just seems to exist!

His face was frosty, and he whispered, almost gnashing his teeth: "Cheng, Qian!"

Cheng Qian was not deaf, so of course he heard other people's comments, and he recalled it almost immediately - it turned out that their life on the island would not be sad in the future, but had already begun to be sad.

After the ostentation, the news of the world came quickly, and Cheng Qian almost suspected that the words Master said when boarding the ship were prophets.

However, this is what happened...

Cheng Qian didn't actually want to do it, he just made a gesture to show the people on Qinglong Island.

First, the opponent has already lost, and there is no reason for him to enter the ring again. Second, he also knows his age, not to mention these immortals, or the mortal world, and there is no big man and a teenager. the truth.

It was only then that Cheng Qian realized that he was having a hard time riding a tiger.

If he changed his mouth and was smart, he might just be a jerk at this time and it would be over. He is not a big man, he is only on the chest, and there is nothing to lose face. Small life is the most important thing - but Cheng Qiansheng Don't be a rascal.

He quickly changed his mind, and for a while, he went through all the moves that came and went in the ring just now in his mind. When he finished, not only did he not retreat, but he turned his mind and thought: "If you do it, do it, I will do it. Not necessarily afraid of you."

Cheng Qian didn't take a step back, ignored Yan Zhengming's warning, clasped his fists as if no one else was there, and said to the loose cultivator swordsman, "I also learned swordsmanship for a few days at home, but I'm not good at learning, so Master won't let me change it. Tie Jian, I also asked this brother to give some advice."

The defeated loose cultivator swordsman did not know which wild road Zimen sent out, but he was quite able to put it down as far as his face was concerned. Hearing this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "I don't dare to take advice, since the young master doesn't need to participate in the test, he can stay. In the lecture hall, there must be something unique."

As soon as he said a word, everyone around him laughed softly—most of them laughed at him shamelessly.

Someone who is watching the fun and doesn't think it's a big deal interjected: "Second brother Zhang, since this little brother challenges you, you should do it. If you win, you might as well let the island owner open a back door for you!"

Han Yuan said angrily, "What if you lose? Kneel down and call... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Li Yun covered his mouth and suppressed the shit-stirring stick.

The defeated swordsman raised his eyebrows in a pretentious manner: "Ah, what did that little brother just say? What if I lose?"

Cheng Qian slowly flattened the wooden sword, put his hands up, and said lightly: "Don't dare, the junior brother said nothing, he laughed - please."

Yan Zhengming was so angry that he wanted to grab Cheng Qian back regardless of how he stepped forward, and only took a step forward. A folding fan from nowhere suddenly slammed in front of him, blocking his way.

I saw that it was a man dressed in a robe and dressed as a scholar, with a pair of slender eyes, he glanced at Yan Zhengming introvertedly, and said with a frivolous smile: "Hey, Sect Master Yan, don't be in a hurry to stop him, too. Let's see the kung fu of the noble disciples."

"Get out of the way!" Yan Zhengming directly knocked the man's wrist with the bottom of his saber.

Li Yun: "Senior brother can't..."

Before Yan Zhengming's sword tail touched the corner of his clothes, an invisible force hit his scabbard. The force went down his hand and reached his chest. Yan Zhengming retreated with a blow. After three steps, chest was so tight that almost vomited blood.

Li Yun hurriedly helped him from behind: "Senior brother!"

Yan Zhengming swallowed the sweetness in his throat and stared fiercely at the man in the robe.

The man didn't pay attention to him at all, and opened the fan in a leisurely manner, fanning it in front of him pretending to be, with the words "Think before you act" written on the fan. He smiled meaningfully and said, "It's not the bearing of a leader to be so reckless."

This person is clearly here to trouble them!

That loose cultivator swordsman had already lost in the Qinglong meeting anyway, and he simply broke the jar, and didn't care that Cheng Qian only had a tattered wooden sword in his hand. cut past.

This is not the end of the point. He got his sword from somewhere, and there is a spell on it. In addition, this loose swordsman does not know what strange exercises he has cultivated. already arrived.

The wooden sword is not a solid object. Cheng Qian knew that he did not have the skill of Master, so he avoided its edge and turned away.

When the loose swordsman saw that he only retreated and did not accept the move, he suddenly became insane, and jumped up and down to use his fancy sword moves like a butterfly.

The scholar in robe standing in front of Yan Zhengming looked at the two of them in the field as if he was playing a monkey, and said with a smile, "The junior brother of your school is not very old, but he has the will to attack others."

In his tone, he "praised" Cheng Qian with a sarcastic tone, and said that Cheng Qian would only hold his head and run away.

The scattered swordsmen in the field took a step by step, and grinned: "Does the noble swordsmanship of your school teach you to dodge and dodge?"

While speaking, the wooden hairpin on Cheng Qian's head was injured by the ground sword wind that he brought up, and it was immediately broken into two pieces, and most of his hair was immediately scattered.

Loose Swordsman: "You'd better go home for milk... eh!"

It was at this moment that Cheng Qian was caught off guard and fought back.

I saw him jump sideways, his toes tapped on the ground lightly, and then he turned around and slashed "Hai cháo Mochizuki".

This is the beginning of the sea cháo swordsmanship, the sound of the waves of the river and the sea is suddenly loud, and the road is wide open and big. San Xiu couldn't help but stagnate.

Two kinds of people are suitable for this type of move. One is the one who is stupid and rough, and you can do whatever you want, and I will blow it away with a plane; the other is the cruel and black hand, such as Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian practiced the sword very diligently, but he didn't deal with people very much, and he didn't react on the spot. No matter how skilled he practiced his moves, he wouldn't be able to do it—even if the skill of the loose cultivator swordsman whose sword was smashed by someone was not high, he couldn't be someone else's. opponents, so Cheng Qian didn't want to see tricks and tricks from the beginning.

When Cheng Qian watched the battle, he could see that the swordsman of this loose cultivator was full of craftsmanship, so he took a risk and guessed that the opponent's hand should not change much.

Previously, he concentrated on dodging left and right because he had only prepared one move, waiting for the opponent to get carried away and chase after the victory, and then hand over that move to himself.

The wooden sword accurately tore the sword wind of the loose swordsman, rubbed the edge of the iron sword, and avoided the sharp edge neatly. Carrying the unique mental method of the Fuyao school to hone the meridians with spells, he slammed it hard. Scatter on the face.

Of course, the Wufeng wooden sword would not let him splatter three feet of blood on the spot, but the loose swordsman was still stunned on the spot, only to see a bloody opening in the corner of his mouth, tearing his two lips into three. The rabbit's mouth left a blue and purple blood mark on his face, and it swelled into a steamed bun in the blink of an eye. don't know if he lost his teeth.