Chapter 335: A Young Man Raises His Fame, Bai Yujing's Great Swordsman Appears
From Qu Lianghong's attack to Fang Yuan's counterattack and seizing the sword, almost all the prominent figures in Lucheng were occupied in the main hall between the lightning and flint.
Fang Yuan grabbed the sword to show off his power for Penglai Holy Land, while Qu Lianghong stood there with a blank look on her face because she lost the sword in her hand. She has always been competitive and has a stubborn personality. If she were to lose with one move in normal times, it would be nothing. But now,
However, she deeply felt that she had betrayed the reputation of the Holy Academy.
"Hmph, the name of the Holy Court is indeed true!"
Fang Yuan laughed wildly, causing a group of people to laugh in agreement.
Qu Lianghong's body froze on the spot. Even though it was just a fight, she knew she was no match for Fang Yuan. However, personal matters were small and the reputation of the Holy Court was big. She bit the tip of her tongue and planned to fight with her life.
I saw her suddenly clenching her fists, and a strong energy spread out, blowing the entire hall. People with low cultivation levels could not even breathe.
"If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you won't be able to get your sword back today."
Fang Yuan mocked at the corner of his mouth and grabbed the big Yin Yang Sword behind his back. Before the sword was drawn out, the sword's intention had already overshadowed Qu Lianghong's fist intention.
Su Shouzhuo frowned and secretly clasped his hands in his sleeves.
Among the four of them, Han Wen, who had always been the most steady, looked at Mo Pinglan inexplicably."
As if in response to Han Wen's gaze, at the critical moment, Mo moved on the railing.
His figure floated over.
Appeared between Fang Yuan and Qu Lianghong.
boom!
Qu Lianghong, who was full of determination, had no time to retract her fist and punched Mo Pinglan in the back.
Although the terrifying punch had reduced its strength at the last moment, it still hit Mo Pinglan hard. On weekdays, Mo Pinglan, who was punched in the nose by Qu Lianghong and screamed, swayed slightly.
Just as straight as before.
Fang Yuan was about to draw his sword in front of him, but his hand was strangely stiff in the air.
His extremely proud smile also stopped abruptly.
It's not that he doesn't draw his sword.
But he couldn't draw the sword!
Because the big knife he had just snatched from his hand had now fallen on Mo Pinglan's hand like a ghost. The sharp blade was placed on Fang Yuan's neck. The cold light was so strong that the skin on Fang Yuan's neck oozed fine...
of blood beads.
Taoist Xuantian suddenly opened his eyes. He actually planned to take action against Mo Pinglan with his cultivation level in the eighth realm.
Fortunately, Mo Pinglan took the knife away from his hand little by little and smiled contemptuously.
"Penglai practitioners are nothing special."
He turned around and put the knife in Qu Lianghong's hand.
A little blood quietly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Qu Lianghong's eyes remained unblinking. She walked bravely to Mo Pinglan and whispered: "I...do you... hurt?"
"Just don't hit me in the face next time."
Mo leaned on the railing and sat back down in his seat. In front of everyone, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and licked his fingers bloodthirstyly.
now.
The hall was silent.
The reversal of things.
So fast.
From the time when Fang Yuan came forward to smear the reputation of the Holy Academy, grabbing the sword and showing off his power, to being forcefully suppressed by Mo Pingrail, only a few dozen breaths passed. The practitioners from the aristocratic families who were invited to the main hall were all stunned by the fights.
The most suffocating.
Undoubtedly Fang Yuan.
He came out of Penglai Holy Land this time because he wanted to show off his skills and become famous all over the world. He wanted to get over the sadness of not getting the top spot on the Demon Slayer List and let the world see what he was capable of.
But he comes from Lucheng.
Last night I met an expert at Wangxianju, but he didn't get his sword and ran away in a panic.
Today, he planned to conquer the Holy Courtyard in the city lord's palace and become famous. Although he got a sword, he also failed to draw it.
It’s just that he failed to draw his sword.
The person who forced him into such an embarrassing situation was not Gu Yusheng, whom he hated day and night.
He is just a student from the Holy Academy who ranks at the bottom of the demon-slaying list.
Don't lean on the fence.
There was a person he had never paid much attention to. He still remembered this person's embarrassment on the sword ladder during the Mid-Autumn Festival Demon Slaying Conference. It had only been a few months, and he seemed to have changed the world.
The whole world is strange.
Fang Yuan wanted to draw his sword.
However, Mo leaned on the railing and had already returned to his seat.
He drew his sword again.
It is even more embarrassing and embarrassing.
"Don't lean on the railing, I will remember your name!"
Fang Yuan's hand slowly lowered, and he twisted the blood beads on his neck with his fingers. When he walked towards the Penglai disciples, he found that there was cold sweat on his back.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why is Lucheng so quiet? It turns out that all the excitement is here!"
Just when the atmosphere in the main hall was strange, a ray of light seemed to penetrate directly through the ceiling above the main hall and fell into the main hall. A man in white gradually gathered in the light and shadow, holding a jade-inlaid spiritual sword.
When he took it out of its sheath, the swords of the practitioners in the hall trembled.
Howling incessantly.
These swords seemed to obey the sword in the hand of the man in white.
Even Fang Yuan, who had just walked near the Penglai disciples, the Great Yin Yang Sword behind his back also made a squeaking sound.
Beside the main seat of the main hall, Su Shouzhuo held down the other hand with one hand, and the hidden sword was moving excitedly.
Su Shouzhuo couldn't help but look at Han Wen, and out of the corner of his eye he looked at the sword on Han Wen's waist.
When the swords roared, Han Wen's sword remained motionless, still hidden in its sheath, and Han Wen's expression remained calm, as if he was not surprised by what happened just now and what is happening now.
Su Shouzhuo looked shocked.
All the swordsmen present were frightened. Han Wen was not a swordsman and only carried a sword. Why was his sword so quiet?
The person who broke into the main hall was Bai Yujing, a great swordsman.
Mo Pinglan's voice reached Su Shouzhuo's mind: "Brother Su, you don't understand Korean very well. He is different from us. He is not from the same place. As the saying goes, he who has thunder in his heart and a face as flat as a lake can be a general, and the sword held by the general is
, how can you succumb to others?"
"Great Sword Cultivator!"
Suddenly, an exclamation came from the hall.
The person who stood up was none other than Yin Hua, the head of the Yin family.
"Could it be that you are Cen Jiulian, the Great Sword Immortal of Bai Yujing?"
"I never thought that before I fell into the mortal world, I would already be famous in the mortal world."
The man in white spun to the ground, and a lotus sword energy bloomed under his feet, causing his face to hurt.
Cen Jiulian's proud eyes looked around, fell on Fang Yuan, and said contemptuously: "Fang Yuan, if your brother Fang Qicheng knew that you had lost the reputation of the Great Yin Yang Sword, he would definitely regret giving this sword to you, right? In my opinion,
, you won’t be able to become a great sword cultivator within ten years, so it’s no wonder you’re being ridiculed in the face.”
"you!"
Fang Yuan's face turned pale.
"Okay, Fang Yuan, step back."
Taoist Xuantian said.
Cen Jiulian seemed to have just seen Taoist Xuantian at this moment. She slightly restrained her arrogance, cupped her hands and said: "Junior Cen Jiulian, pay your respects to Taoist Xuantian."
"Um."
Taoist Master Xuantian did not dare to take any arrogance and nodded slightly.
"Has your honorable master ever come down to earth?"
Hearing this, Cen Jiulian's voice became louder and louder, and she replied: "Master Tianhe has been in seclusion for decades, and he wants to be promoted to the Great Sword Immortal. The skills of this junior are all taught by the sword spirit left by the master before he went into seclusion."
hiss!
Cen Jiulian’s words.
The people in the main hall took a deep breath, their eyes filled with shock and envy.
This person turned out to be a disciple of Tianhe Sword Lord, one of the five great sword immortals. No wonder he was already a great sword cultivator at a young age. What shocked everyone even more was what Cen Jiulian said. That day, River Sword Lord actually wanted to attack the great sword immortal!
Xiaoxuanjie.
Is there a great swordsman?
From the perspective of everyone present.
Unknown.
It can be seen how terrifying the background of Bai Yujing Holy Land is.
Taoist Xuantian was confused by Cen Jiulian's words.
He just chuckled and twisted his beard and said: "More than half a year ago, I heard that a sword cultivator in the Holy Land fell to the sword of a sword-carrying man. I thought it was my little friend, Master. It's okay if it's not. It's okay if it's not."