Chapter 345 Blocking the Way and Inviting a Battle
"Humph! What's so great!"
After Qin Yun left Yunjian Villa, Fang Ziling wrinkled her nose and muttered.
Qin Yun and Fang Ruobing's meeting again was lackluster. The two didn't have much to say. They just agreed on a time to go to Qianchao City together. Then Qin Yun drank a cup of Yunwu tea and left, not feeling at all that he had wasted a time with the two of them.
Precious time spent with a peerless beauty.
His calmness made Fang Ziling feel very unhappy.
Fang Ziling's impression of Qin Yun was not very good. She always thought that Qin Yun was not worthy of Fang Ruobing at all, and she didn't know why Mrs. Fang agreed to the marriage.
Although this time Qin Yun took the initiative to come to the door and put an end to the thoughts of those pestering suitors, which benefited her a lot, there was still an inexplicable tangle in the girl's heart.
Especially what Qin Yun said before entering the door, she still felt indignant when she thought about it: "Why do you have someone you like? Is there anyone better than Sister Ruobing in this world?"
Fang Ruobing, who was putting away the tea sets, smiled faintly, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, with a breathtaking beauty, but such a smile rarely appeared on her face.
"There must be someone better than me in this world..." Fang Ruobing said softly: "Actually, I really have to thank him this time, otherwise I don't know if I can continue to live in Yunjian Villa in the future."
Since joining the Tiancheng Sword Sect, Fang Ruobing and Fang Ziling have had an endless stream of suitors. Although she doesn't lie to anyone, the sect also has its own rules and regulations. But she can't stand up to others overtly or covertly.
coveted and oppressed.
Within the Sword Sect, people like Qin Xiaoyue are considered small figures. Zhong Yong relied on Zhong Shi Dao's power and connections, which indeed put a lot of pressure on her. Even the master could not protect her, so she could only avoid it by practicing alchemy and sword practice in seclusion.
But this was not a long-term solution, so she thought of using Qin Yun's name and identity to tide over the difficulties.
No matter how arrogant and shameless Zhong Yong is, he cannot be rude to the fiancée of his fellow disciple. Besides, Qin Yun is still a disciple who was received and commended by the master, so he must not be treated lightly.
It was Qin Yun's duty to help her, and it was also a favor!
Fang Ziling pouted. Although she was still unconvinced, she said nothing more.
Fang Ruobing sighed softly, but her mind flew to her hometown thousands of miles away.
Three days later.()
Qin Yun, Fang Ruobing, Fang Ziling and Fang Feicheng, the four of them left the Tiancheng Sword Sect together. One of the members of the special envoy for the ceremony.
Qin Yun and Fang Feicheng had a relationship once. At that time, Fang Feicheng, as a lobbyist for the seventh prince Yan Lingyun, invited Qin Yun to join the latter's camp, but Qin Yun declined.
This time Fang Ruobing and Fang Ziling return to their hometown to visit relatives, and Fang Feicheng naturally has the duty to accompany them. After getting the permission of the sect, he and Qin Yun will join the special envoy in Yanjing.
Qin Yun had a very good impression of Fang Feicheng. This young man of the Fang family was kind-hearted and well-connected within the Sword Sect. However, after the seventh prince Yan Lingyun returned to Yanjing a year ago, his influence was undoubtedly greatly weakened.
Otherwise, Fang Feicheng could protect his two sisters without Qin Yun's intervention.
Fang Ruobing and Fang Ziling each rode a white horse. They were as beautiful as jade and mink-coated cavalry. They galloped on the road and formed a pleasing scenery. They soon left Xuanwu City far behind.
In the afternoon, the four knights left the mountain gate of Jianzong.
Although the mounts of Fang Ruobing and others were all fine horses, they were far inferior to Qin Yun's black horse. After running for hundreds of miles, they were already showing signs of fatigue. They were puffing out white air and were soaked with sweat all over their bodies.
Fang Feicheng cherished his horse power, so he urged his mount to catch up with Qin Yun and said, "Junior brother Qin, we are staying in the small town ahead. The Baiyun Inn there is relatively clean."
It's actually still early for the weather to get dark now, but Qin Yun has no objection: "Okay!"
He pulled up the reins to slow down Wu Zhui, and Fang Feicheng took the lead and rushed ahead.
Suddenly, a bright sword light shot out from the woods beside the road, and landed in front of Fang Feicheng like lightning, only a few feet away from the horse's head!
The attack came without warning, so fast that even Fang Feicheng had no time to react. The mount under his crotch was frightened and suddenly stood up with a neighing sound.
However, Fang Feicheng is an innately strong man. How could he be knocked off his feet by the frightened horse? He immediately lost his temper and forced his mount down. He instantly pulled out the long sword with his right hand and shouted sharply: "Who is it? He is so sneaky and worthy of using a sword?"
Fang Feicheng is also a swordsman, so he can naturally tell that the opponent's sword does not have killing intent, but is purely for interception.
But even so, he was still very angry.
This place is not far from the gate of Jian Zong, and is also within the sphere of influence of Tiancheng Jian Zong. Someone dares to intercept four Jian Zong disciples, which is definitely a naked provocation.
No matter how kind and pure his character is, he will never give up, otherwise he will lose the face of the sect.
Qin Yun, Fang Ruobing, and Fang Ziling behind them stopped moving at the same time, pressing their sword hilts in preparation for battle.
Among the three of them, Qin Yun is in the third level of innate realm, Fang Ruobing has also stepped into the innate realm, and although Fang Ziling is a bit inferior, he is only a master of Qi refining, and his strength should not be underestimated. Together with the combined efforts of the four of Fang Feicheng, they are enough to compete with the high-level innate ones.
The strong one.
A gray-shirted swordsman slowly walked out of the woods, his steps calm and steady.
He was quite tall, probably in his thirties or forties, with disheveled hair and a shaggy beard. His clothes were filthy and torn. He looked extremely miserable, much like one of those poor and low-level swordsmen in the world.
The gray-shirted swordsman held a simple long sword in his left hand, which was obviously worth a dozen taels of silver in a weapons shop.
But neither Fang Feicheng nor Qin Yun underestimated each other because of this. The powerful momentum of the sword just now was not something that ordinary people could display. It was definitely an innate-level swordsman.
Fang Feicheng asked in a deep voice: "Excuse me, your name, why do you want to intercept us?"
His eyesight and experience are quite high, but he can't tell the opponent's level of strength at all, so he is a little more wary, and his questions have become much more cautious.
There are countless strange people and strangers in the vast rivers and lakes of Kyushu. The opponent is by no means an ordinary person. Fang Feicheng is not willing to take action without knowing the details.
The gray-robed swordsman stood ten steps away and raised his head.
His face was gray, his thin cheeks were covered with traces of wind and frost, his cheekbones were high, and the outline of his face looked like it had been struck with a sharp axe. His pair of black eyes were as deep as the abyss, giving people a sense of
It feels extremely special.
"I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for him..."
The swordsman in gray shirt said slowly, he took half a step forward and made a sword move with his hand.
The sword pointed at was surprisingly Qin Yun!
Fang Feicheng's pupils suddenly shrank, he stared at the other party and shouted: "The sword points to Tiancheng, you are a disciple of the Sword Sect!"
He was very familiar with the sword posture displayed by the opponent. It was the most common starting sword posture used by Sword Sect disciples to test their skills in sword competitions. The movements were standard and experienced and could not be performed by outside sword cultivators.
"The sect's iron law is that fellow sects are not allowed to kill each other. Aren't you afraid that the sect's laws are strict?"
It is very common for the disciples of the Sword Sect to compete and learn from each other, and there are also duels to resolve grievances, but no one would quietly ambush on the roadside to intercept and invite a fight.
In response to Fang Feicheng's scolding, the gray-shirted swordsman tugged at his lips and gave an indifferent, sarcastic smile.
He said coldly: "The sect is very strict. I am not a disciple of the Sword Sect now. Will the sect be useful to me?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm here today only to see Qin Yun. If you must stop this matter, then don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-shirted swordsman took another step forward. His aura suddenly surged, and he emitted a sharp aura like an unsheathed sword. The innate pressure instantly enveloped Fang Feicheng!
Fang Feicheng's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his eyes showed horror.
His realm has reached the pinnacle of the fourth level of Xiantian, and he is considered a leader among his disciples. However, under the pressure of the other party, he feels completely powerless to compete.
The gray-shirted swordsman is definitely stronger than him, and even stronger than Qin Yun!
But Fang Feicheng also had his own pride. How could he easily retreat under the intimidation of the other party? A look of perseverance immediately appeared on his face, and the long sword in his hand suddenly glowed with light green light.
"Senior Brother Fang, since he is here to see me, let me pick him up no matter what!"
At this moment, Qin Yun jumped up from Wu Zui's horse, swept forward seven or eight steps in the air, and landed firmly in front of Fang Feicheng, right in front of the gray-shirted swordsman!
Qin Yun did not know this gray-shirted swordsman, but since the other party came to provoke trouble, even if he knew that he was not as strong as the other party, he would never shrink back, let alone hide behind Fang Feicheng.
A faint smile appeared on the gray-shirted swordsman's face, and he said: "You are indeed very brave. I heard that you killed Huagang Patriarch in the Battle of Ling Yang. Today I want to see what kind of person you are, who can actually use the innate realm to
Cut off Huagang."
His smile looked indescribably sarcastic.
Qin Yun smiled and said: "That's just my luck. The opponent's cultivation is restricted by the Ten Earth Divine Power Formation. Otherwise, the ten of me combined may not be our opponent."
"You are honest..." The gray-shirted swordsman's smile showed a hint of appreciation: "Then I don't know if your luck will be as good today. Someone paid me to check your appearance. I'll wait here.
It’s been a long time.”
After hearing his words, Fang Feicheng, Fang Ruobing and others all changed their faces.
Qin Yun smiled even brighter and said without hesitation: "How much will he pay? I'll pay double the price!"
