Yu Wenfeng wholeheartedly invited a fight, and as he spoke, he took a heavy step. At the same time, the strength of the sword came out with the step, and the wooden floor cracked with a long snake-like crack, heading straight towards the sky.

But Yue Cangqiong gently put down his wine glass. He didn't move, but like a mountain in front of him, the cracks on his body split into two parts and dodged to both sides. But he heard Yue Cangqiong sigh: "Why fight again, there is a sky outside the sky.

, there is a sword on the sword, before the divine sword, I have already bowed my head." Although he was admitting defeat, Yue Cangqiong's face was calm and calm, without any shame.

On the contrary, Yu Wenfeng's face darkened and he said: "You have improved a lot over the years, don't you want to try to advance yourself? You know the world is so big, except for me, few people can test your perfection!"

Yue Cangqiong said: "Although I don't know where my ultimate is, I know that my ultimate must be below you. What the Sword God pursues is the supreme swordsmanship. You shouldn't look down and focus on me, the loser."

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Yu Wenfeng said coldly: "There are many ups and downs in the journey of swordsmanship, but who can always win without defeat? Does one failure make you lose your morale?"

Yue Cangqiong laughed at himself and said: "The winner is king and the loser is the enemy. The sword of the emperor can withstand a temporary defeat, but it cannot withstand repeated defeats. I will not engage in a competition with no chance of winning. I will send this battle first."

, when I see a chance of victory someday, I will be engaged to go to Tianjian Peak for advice."

Yu Wenfeng remained silent, but his sword intent was rising steadily, as if he was trying to force out the fighting spirit beyond the sky, "squeak-squeak-" the invisible sword intent turned into tangible sword energy, and sword marks appeared out of thin air, with Yu Wenfeng as the center.

spread.

The four Ying Feiyang were caught in the middle, as if they were caught in a storm, but they all responded differently. Xie Lingyan turned from stillness, moved lightly with lotus steps, if he transformed into water, drifted with the current, and transformed himself into Yu Wenfeng's sword intention.

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Ming Ye was as solid as a rock in the water, standing still. Although he felt the sword energy penetrating into his bones and marrow, he still refused to dodge.

But Ying Fei Yang, his eyes were clear, his momentum was fierce, and his sword intention was also flamboyant. Although it was far from being able to compete with Yu Wenfeng, it was still like a ship in the rough waves. Although it disappeared and appeared in the rough waves,

However, he also set sail and sailed against the might of heaven. He crossed the sky and was not moved by Yu Wenfeng's sword intention, but he didn't realize that the sky was high and he had a desire to compete.

At this time, a fifth young man arrived.

"Amitabha!" Accompanied by the clear and melodious chant of the Buddha, an elegant figure slowly walked up the stairs at a moment of tense tension.

As soon as this person appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere at the scene was relieved. Everyone thought in unison: "There are such handsome people in the world!"

The visitor's cheeks are as smooth as jade, and his eyebrows are like green feathers flying sideways. Under the eyebrows, there is a pair of black and white eyes that are as picturesque as a painting, looking forward to someone. He smiles slightly, as if the flowers are blooming and the moon is shining, and the whole Luoyang Tower is brightening for no reason.

Xie Lingyan and Miao Miao were both proud of their appearance, and at this time they also felt ashamed of themselves.

When Ying Feiyang saw this smile, he couldn't help but blush and his heart beat. Then he got agitated and slapped himself hard in his heart, thinking to himself: "Are you crazy? Why are you crazy about men! Besides, you are still a monk!"

Yes, although the person's features and face were not as handsome as those of a man, his well-proportioned body, slender body, and shiny bald head clearly showed that he was a young monk.

Although the monk has a bald head, it does not look ugly at all. Instead, it adds a radiant and holy brilliance. With a woman-like face, it is like a Bodhisattva walking out of a mural. The moment he appears, it dilutes the solemnity in the scene.

Sword Intention, while his feet moved forward slowly and slowly, his body was like a void, and the air was like a torrent of Sword Intent coming in and passing by. In an understatement, he had stepped into the middle of the top floor.

Yue Cangqiong raised his sharp eyebrows and said, "It turns out that Master Shi Chuxin has arrived."

Hearing the name, Xie Lingyan said "Oh?" and said No wonder, obviously he had heard of it.

Shi Chuxin clasped his hands together and said with a beautiful smile: "The Sword Emperor is joking. How can a young monk be called a master if he is young and has little knowledge?"

"It is true to be young, but shallow knowledge may not necessarily mean that Master Shi Chuxin has profound Buddhist teachings. Three years ago, at the age of a child, he gave a lecture in the Buddha Heart Zen Temple. His words were followed by Dharma, and the sky was full of flowers. All the monks in the Buddhist lineage were impressed. Although I was just a spectator.

, I also feel a sense of purity in my body and mind. But I don’t know why Master is here today?”

Shi Chuxin smiled and said, "I'm ashamed to say it, but the young monk heard that someone was hosting a banquet here, so he shamelessly wanted to get some good luck, but he didn't expect that the banquet was actually the Sword Emperor."

Then he turned to Yu Wenfeng and said: "You are as sharp as a sword and as outstanding as a god. You are the sword god Yu Wenfeng? The young monk has admired his name for a long time. When we meet today, he realizes that it is even more famous. But in this high-rise and bustling city, there is no one who can prove the sword.

Therefore, such a tense situation may disturb ordinary people, so I ask the Sword God to be considerate."

Yu Wenfeng remained silent and unmoved.

Shi Chuxin sighed and said: "When the young monk came up, he happened to meet the Gongsun family. The Gongsun family asked me to bring you a message." The monk cleared his throat and said: "I can't afford to pay for the house in Luoyang Tower. You

If you dare to demolish the building again, I will deduct you to them." Shi Chuxin's voice was also neutral, and the cadence was particularly pleasant. Accompanying that enchanting face, even though it was just a message, it imitated the charm of Aunt Gongsun.

Complete.

When Yu Wenfeng heard this, a look of emotion appeared on his stiff face, and the sword spirit around him dissipated like a tide. He turned into a wilted and dull old man again, and he sat down without saying a word.

When Yue Cangqiong saw this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "The god of swords is also driven by him. According to me, the best swordsman in the world should be Gongsun Auntie."

Ying Feiyang couldn't help but secretly marveled. He had also heard some stories about Yu Wenfeng and Aunt Gongsun. Aunt Gongsun's dance captivated the city, and her sword music revealed the secrets of heaven. Yu Wenfeng loved swords and became obsessed with them. Naturally, he was attracted by her sword dance and attracted her.

He regarded it as an opportunity for his own breakthrough, but Aunt Gongsun was famous all over the world. Every performance would attract a sea of ​​spectators, and it was difficult to find a place. Yu Wenfeng was short of money and could not afford the high fees. In order not to miss her performance, he actually

He sold himself to the Twelve Houses of the Red Pavilion, worked as a servant, and allowed himself to be manipulated and despised, in exchange for the opportunity to watch Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance at close range. He had been a slave for decades, and it was rare except for the annual dance break.

Free day.

The dancers and singers are already low-class people, and the servants of these singers are even worse than the low-class people. People with knowledge feel that he is dedicated to the sword and uses the sword with sincerity. But more ignorant people regard him as a low-class person.

The butt of the joke, a majestic swordsman, is so addicted to women that he slanders his reputation and hangs out with a dancing girl, which is really a source of laughter.

Although he heard Qingku talk about this, but after seeing it with his own eyes, Ying Feiyang still found it difficult to adapt. At this time, he heard a magnetic female voice coming from downstairs. The sound was not loud, but it clearly fell into everyone's ears, "Sword Emperor

That's too much praise. He is a cheap person. The more he doesn't get it, the tighter he becomes. From the slave's point of view, the Sword Emperor allowed him to fight too easily back then. Otherwise, he might be just following your advice now.

, I just want the opportunity to discuss swords with you." His tone sounded like hatred, resentment, anger, but it was also ups and downs like a song, which was really nice to listen to.

Yue Cangqiong heard the sound and said loudly: "Since everyone, Gongsun, is here, why don't you go upstairs to meet us?

But I heard Aunt Gongsun politely refuse: "Forget it, you people are talking about martial arts and swords, how can I have any room to comment?"

"The Gongsun family's sword dances in all directions. He is the first person in history to enter the Tao through dancing. I should be happy to be able to discuss swords with the Gongsun family."

Gongsun Auntie chuckled and said: "Ha, to the slave family, a sword is just a dance weapon, used to entertain people. It is very different from your murderous swords. They are separated by mountains, so it is difficult for them to have anything in common.

I won’t disturb you anymore, Yu Wenfeng, I’ll grant you a half-day leave, just don’t forget to go back to the Red Mansion.” As he said that, his voice spread farther and farther, and he actually left.

Xie Lingyan leaned forward and asked aggrievedly: "We just want to have a meal. It seems that we shouldn't disturb our seniors. Can we leave now?" The two greatest swordsmen in the world were still at war with each other just now.

The activities have ceased for the time being, but sitting with them still makes me feel frightened.

"Senior sister, do you know what you are rejecting?" Before Xie Lingyan finished speaking, Ying Feiyang opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe it.

Yue Cangqiong smiled and said: "You girl, I just said that although you are not bad in talent, you lack the dedication to the sword. Do you think they have any intention of leaving?"

Needless to say, Ying Feiyang, Ming Ye also said nothing, and found a seat to sit down. Miao Miao lacked some opinions, but also sat down next to Ming Ye. Xie Lingyan gritted his teeth when he saw this, and showed off his usual fearless attitude.

He gestured and said: "Huh, I said it was a banquet, but I didn't see you serving the food. If I want this girl to stay, Senior Sword Emperor must not be stingy!"
Chapter completed!