"Admit defeat!"

"Xiao Chengfeng actually gave up!" As Xiao Chengfeng surrendered, the audience immediately exploded.

People couldn't believe it and talked a lot. They had been waiting for so long. They had been waiting for almost an hour. They wanted to watch a wonderful competition, but Xiao Chengfeng only said two words, admitting defeat.

This made the people around him feel that they had been deceived, and they were very angry, but what was the use of anger? Xiao Chengfeng was a swordsman, and no matter how bad a swordsman was, he was not comparable to ordinary people.

The one who came over was even more angry than Yu Qiushui. He jumped up in the air and took a step down. The sword in his hand fell like a meteor, pointing directly at Xiao Chengfeng's throat.

Xiao Chengfeng looked at Yu Qiu Shui, who was approaching with great momentum, without retreating, his clear eyes were calm and composed.

The sword energy brought strong winds, rolling up the hem of Xiao Chengfeng's clothes, like a violent storm coming on the pavement. He still didn't even move, calmly and calmly, smiling as he looked at the sword that was only an inch away from his throat.

A violent dark red light surged under the originally dark blue sword. Luo Yunqing was so frightened that he did not even dare to breathe. He had been following Yu Qiushui for so long, and he had never seen him angry before.

"Say it to me again." Yu Qiushui stared into Xiao Chengfeng's eyes, and the anger in his eyes wanted to burn Xiao Chengfeng out.

He originally wanted to force Xiao Chengfeng to take action, but now it seemed that he would rather die than draw his sword, so what could he do?

"I said, I admit defeat. I can't beat you, so why should I overestimate my own capabilities? Is it fun to roll around on the ground and get covered in ashes? My clothes are so valuable." Xiao Chengfeng shrugged, as if to make a statement

A fact that verifies a fact. He really earned his second place in the Sword Immortal Rankings through his elder brother, or it could be said that he bought it.

Bai Wuyi is a scholar. People call him Mr. Xiao Chengfengjian, perhaps because of his scholarly temperament.

He was not afraid of anything, even though Yu Qiushui's sword was already pressed against his throat. If it trembled even slightly, blood would flow and he would be killed on the spot.

"You actually gave up." Yu Qiushui roared feebly, and he suddenly felt that all his strength was dumped on the cotton.

"It's not like swordsmen say you can't admit defeat! I know what it means to admit defeat." Xiao Chengfeng smiled seriously. "And haven't I already given my sword to you? I will never touch a sword again in this life, nor will I

When I practice sword again, do you think the second ranking in the Sword Immortal Ranking is important to me? No matter first or second, it’s just a false name."

Xiao Chengfeng looked indifferent to worldly affairs, as if he had no more desires and no worries.

Yu Qiushui endured it for a long time, and finally he took back the sword in his hand. With so many people here, Xiao Chengfeng had already given up, and he really had no reason to attack him again.

But now that he has admitted defeat, it means that he has lost his rights as a swordsman from now on, and Yu Qiushui can challenge Xiao Ruyi openly.

"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot one thing." Xiao Chengfeng suddenly showed his gums. He took a brush from the butler's hand and strode away under the crowd's gaze.

Go to the Mingjian Pavilion ten feet away and cross out a line on the Sword Immortal List.

"This will be perfect!" He took a step back and clapped his hands with satisfaction, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

He completely crossed out the words "Sword Master" and "Xiao Chengfeng" ranked second on the Sword Immortal List, along with the astonishing number below.

Yu Qiushui looked at him coldly. He had never thought that someone in the world could be so shameless. This Master Sword was obviously even more shameless than that naughty boy Luo Yunqing.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. Today I am here to declare a challenge for my brother. Tomorrow will be the same time, and my brother will greet you on the ring." Xiao Chengfeng smiled and waved, and walked in again.

Fulu Inn.

A farce ended here.

Everyone knows that the Fulu Inn is the foundation of the Xiao family, and the arena in front of the Fulu Inn was also built by the Xiao family. The Xiao family is a big family in Wandu City, so everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

People shook their heads and dispersed. The number of people in the inn was reduced by half in an instant. They all came to see the excitement, but it was not satisfactory at the moment.

Yu Qiushui walked into the inn with a gloomy face, glared at Luo Yunqing who was sitting on the chair, then walked to the table next to him and sat down.

People passed by him, and no one cared about him as a swordsman along the way, how many dangers he had experienced, and how many injuries he had suffered. All they wanted to see was the competition, and only bloodshed could stimulate their numb nerves.

Luo Yunqing looked at Yu Qiushui pitifully, as if he was repenting for what had just happened.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm not angry." Yu Qiushui sighed softly. He knew what Luo Yunqing was going to say. They had been together for so long, and he knew what he was going to do as soon as Luo Yunqing poked his butt.

But he still guessed wrong.

"I just ate too much, I want to go to the toilet." Luo Yunqing looked at Yu Qiushui innocently, holding her stomach.

"..."

"Go, go." Yu Qiushui waved his hands feebly, he wanted to be alone and have some quiet time.

"But I don't have paper." Luo Yunqing glanced at Yu Qiushui again.

"..."

Luo Yunqing carefully placed the basket of eggs on his back on the table, and then rushed towards the back garden of the inn like a fly.

"You are indeed here." In the back garden, a handsome man in white was sitting on a coffee table made of stones, drinking a pot of tea alone.

A swordsman in black descended from the wall, stepped on the grass in the garden, and moved forward quietly, like an assassin who had been planning for a long time.

He walked behind the man in white, who was facing away from him. The man in black slowly grasped the sword in his hand, but in the end he still didn't pull out the sword. The man in black and the man in white sat down face to face.

If anyone were here at this moment, they would find that the two men, black and white, look very similar, as if they were carved from the same mold. It was like there was a mirror between the two of them, looking at each other, only seeing each other's faces.

But if you look closely, you will find that the man in black has a thin beard on his lips. These trimmed beards make him look older and his facial features are deeper and more determined.

Xiao Ruyi, he is the leader of this sword immortal list.

The Proud Swordsman is the honorific title that people give him.

In fact, swordsmen like Wang Yigui, Zhang Yijian, Lu Sanlang, Xiao Shiyi, etc. all have their own names, but their reputations are not famous enough and no one remembers them.

Although they are both on the sword immortal list, people often only remember the top few.

The latter one replaces the previous one, the new one replaces the old one, and the old one is gradually forgotten by people, even the name is not left.

Luo Xiaofeng is an example.

It has been ten years since the establishment of Mingjiang Pavilion. Luo Xiaofeng has been at the top of the list for seven years, but in the end he ended up penniless and without a happy ending.

"How about it? Are you disappointed that I didn't fight against Yu Qiushui?" Xiao Chengfeng smiled and poured a cup of tea for his brother.

"This pot of tea is specially brewed for you. Your favorite drink is White Jade Longjing."

Xiao Chengfeng and Xiao Ruyi are brothers, but their personalities are completely different. Xiao Chengfeng is always quiet, and his sword is also very quiet. The noble prince's sword always reveals sadness, so he named his sword Shang.

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But Xiao Ruyi is different. His sword is domineering and strong, just like his temperament, he loves to travel around the world.

Therefore, the Xiao Family Inn is basically managed by Xiao Chengfeng, and Xiao Chengfeng has not been back for a long time.

"Like the wind, ride the wind." Xiao Ruyi muttered something.

"I'm really not used to calling you Chengfeng. Didn't your previous name sound good?"

Xiao Chengfeng's real name was Xiao Rufeng, but he later changed his name to Xiao Chengfeng.

"Rufeng, what are you doing like the wind? Are you like a dragon like you, wandering around without seeing its end?" Xiao Chengfeng sneered.

Xiao Ruyi did not answer his words and slowly raised the teacup in her hand.

It has been a long time since he drank from the White Jade Dragon Well. In the past year, he has traveled around the world, and the number of swordsmen in Mingjian Pavilion has been increasing every day. He has seen many swordsmen, but none of them are worthy of the sword in his hand.

Aolai Jian is as proud as him

Arrogant and disdainful of fighting with the weak.

Xiao Ruyi slowly took a sip of tea. He knew that his brother was complaining about him, blaming himself for abandoning everything in the family and not caring about it.

He is a swordsman who practiced swordsmanship to the point of becoming obsessed with it, and he did not even see his biological mother for the last time.

Before she died, his mother kept calling his name, but Xiao Chengfeng could not replace his brother because his mother could see their difference at a glance.

Xiao Chengfeng hated his brother, hated practicing swordsmanship, and hated the so-called Sword Immortal List.

Yu Qiushui's confusion came from this, so when he crossed out his name from the list of sword immortals, he felt a sense of relief.

He didn't care about the ranking at all, he didn't care about the sword immortal list, and he didn't care about the name of the swordsman. He waited in the inn from morning to noon, and what he was waiting for was not Yu Qiushui at all, but Xiao Ruyi, his brother.

"I know you hate me." Xiao Ruyi drank all the tea in the cup, but the tea was still the same sweet and bitter.

"So I'm back."

"Isn't it because of Yu Qiushui that you came back? You still want to fight with this young man who is famous for his reputation. If it weren't for the familiarity with his swordsmanship, you might not come back until tomorrow, right?" Xiao Chengfeng

He continued to sneer, he knew his brother too well, so he abstained, which was a kind of revenge on him.

"There is also this reason." Xiao Ruyi sighed, "I promise you, I will never leave after tomorrow. No matter victory or defeat, life or death, I will stay with you. You have done enough for this family.

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"Actually, the reason I came back this time is to warn you not to accept Yu Qiushui's challenge, because you will die."

This time it was Xiao Chengfeng's turn to be silent for a long time. He did not expect that his brother would be so gentle. The original pleasure of revenge was gone, which made him feel a little bored. He thought that what he did would make his brother angry and make him

He was furious, but he didn't expect that the sword-mad brother he once was had changed too much.

"Do you think you can really beat him? Ghost Swordsman Wen Zhaochen and Snake Sword Immortal Chang Feng both died in his hands." Xiao Chengfeng asked suddenly. He knew that Xiao Ruyi had fought with Wen Zhaochen before.

Yu Qiushui could kill even Wen Zhaochen, how strong was he? Xiao Chengfeng abstained. He knew that his strength was not as good as that of his elder brother, so naturally he would not be Yu Qiushui's opponent.

Xiao Ruyi thought about it quietly, then he took the teapot from Xiao Chengfeng's hand and filled the cup in front of him again.

"I don't know, over the years, too many people have died under my sword. I have seen too many deaths, and my sword and hands are covered with blood. I know that I am not a good person, but I want to have a true relationship with Yu Qiushui.

Let’s have a real fight, because he is an opponent worthy of drawing my sword.” Xiao Chengfeng said seriously.

"Oh, can a swordsman repent?" Xiao Chengfeng sneered and waved his hand.
To be continued...