This sudden change immediately surprised Passepartout, Tuoba and the others, and they all blurted out.
After succeeding with the sword, Fengjiao did not pursue him, but decisively drew his sword and retreated, quickly retreating several feet away. His eyes swept around, and then he lowered his head and stared at the blood stained on the sword. He remained motionless and said nothing.
I don't know whether he was in a daze or thinking, but Lu Qingyan and others rushed forward to rescue Han Baodiao.
"It hurts badly."
After some exploration, Lu Qingyan raised her head and said through gritted teeth, "Fortunately, the sword missed the heart and was not fatal."
Tuoba Shishen and Yuwen Splitian both breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly drew their swords and turned around, with blazing anger in their eyes, and almost simultaneously took steps towards the direction of Fengjiao.
"Elder brother, please step back."
As Yuwen Splitian walked, he said loudly, "It's my turn next."
"Second brother, why don't you step back first."
Instead of retreating, Tuoba Killed God ran faster and faster, laughing and saying, "I see that guy is unhappy. If I can't beat him up, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."
"What a coincidence, I saw that his hands were itchy and he wouldn't be happy if he didn't beat him."
Yuwen Litian did not give in, but instead took a diagonal step, trying to push Tuoba Killing God away with his fat body, "You are a senior brother, but you have to be on a first-come, first-served basis, right?"
"Damn fat man, you..."
"Shut up!"
Seeing that the two of them were almost quarreling over the opportunity to fight with Fengjiao, Passepartout suddenly turned serious and yelled, "Get back here!"
The two of them were taken aback, immediately stopped arguing, and both turned to look at him.
During this period, the four major disciples had to undergo Passepartout's demonic training every day. The harsh methods and the dangerous environment exceeded the limits of imagination. One can't help but wonder whether there is still a human being in this man's body.
sex.
As a result, although the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion improved by leaps and bounds, it also left a huge shadow in the hearts of the four of them.
A psychological shadow named Passepartout!
Hearing his scolding, the two people, who were naturally unruly, found it difficult to resist.
"Mr. Lu."
Finally, Yu Wenlitian was determined and calm, and asked bravely, "Isn't it my turn?"
"You two together are no match for him."
Passepartout's answer,
But it was beyond their expectations. "You want to compete with a hammer?"
"Wang Twelve, what do you mean?"
Without waiting for the two to retort, he suddenly turned to look at his fellow junior fellow student Wang Twelve across the street, and said coldly, "You're actually cheating and you can't afford to lose?"
"You're such a damn girl that you can't afford to lose!"
Wang Twelve frowned, with a rather unhappy expression, "I don't know that there are other souls in this kid's body. We have lost this round."
As soon as these words came out, Tuoba Shishen and others were all taken aback, and couldn't help but look at Fengjiao up and down.
Other souls?
A soul more powerful than Fengjiao?
Could it be...!
Hearing these four words, Li Yirufang, who was sitting at the stone table in the distance, felt her heart tremble, her face suddenly changed, and a terrible thought appeared in her mind unconsciously.
At this moment, she was enjoying Master Hao's excellent cooking skills while observing this rare kendo competition in the world.
This is also the first outsider to receive such an honor since the birth of Kunwu Sword Palace.
She never thought that something would happen if she just watched a competition.
"What do you mean you lose?"
Passepartout said resolutely, "If he hadn't been cheating, he would have been defeated by Mr. Han just now. A loss is a loss. What's the point?"
"What Mr. Lu said is wrong."
At this time, Feng Jiao seemed to have woken up, and suddenly looked up at him. His tone was calm and calm, with no trace of fear on his face. "Even if you are under one body and two souls, you will win if you win. Could it be that in the sword palace competition, special physiques are not allowed?"
Have you participated?"
"Do you still want to quibble?"
Passepartout sneered and did not refute, but looked directly at Wang Twelve, "What did you say?"
"The reason why Passepartout caught me and refused to let me go was not because you had changed your soul."
Wang Twelve shook his head helplessly and said, "It's because you are not a swordsman now."
Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment, seemed a little dissatisfied, and opened his mouth to refute.
"Don't think that just because you have a sword in your hand, you are a swordsman."
As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Wang Twelve spoke first, "You know, sword cultivators are a very special group, representing the purest and most pious pursuit of the supreme swordsmanship. It is not
A person is not a weapon, nor is it a fighting style, but a spirit and a yearning. A true swordsman can often tell at a glance whether the opponent is the same as him or not. Feng Jiao just now could barely do it.
Counting one, you are definitely not the one you are now."
"If I guess correctly."
Mr. Hao in the distance couldn't help but interject, "This little brother Feng's natal weapon shouldn't be a sword, right?"
After hearing what the two said, Fengjiao immediately fell silent.
"I originally planned to select the strongest among the six people to join the Sword Palace."
Passepartout looked at Wang Twelve again, "What should I say now?"
"what ever."
Wang Twelve shrugged, as if he had lost interest in this competition, and his face was full of indifference, "Anyway, both of my sides are out, so who to choose is up to you to choose one from the four.
"
"Mr. Wang."
Feng Jiao suddenly said, "Since Feng won, why was he eliminated?"
"Didn't I say that you..."
"Ever since entering Kunwu Sword Palace, Feng has never heard that only sword cultivators can participate in this competition."
Before Wang Twelve finished speaking, Fengjiao interrupted, "Besides, I also won with swordsmanship before, so now I suddenly talk about whether I am a swordsman or not. It would be too far-fetched, and I'm afraid I won't be able to convince everyone."
"You guy..."
Wang Twelve was stunned by him, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute. He couldn't help but glance at Passepartout in the distance.
Of course, he didn't want the people he trained to lose to Passepartout, so when he heard Feng Jiao being so rude, his face looked displeased, but he wasn't very angry inside. Instead, he felt a faint expectation of a comeback.
"What a shameless bitch!"
Passepartout sneered and said, "Everyone knows that Kunwu Sword Palace only recruits sword cultivator disciples. Otherwise, there are many powerful people in the world. Why don't you ask Yuan Wuji to participate in the competition? Or simply let the Lord of Chaos come.
!”
"Mr. Lu's words are wrong."
Feng Jiao was not afraid and argued with reason, "Feng only knows that this is a contest between you and Mr. Wang. Before today, he had never heard of recruiting disciples. Why can't he participate? Now you see it
When my disciple is defeated, he suddenly adds such a rule. It really depends on one's mouth to win or lose. If everyone is like you, then what's the point of the world's hard training?"
"How dare you talk to me like that."
Passepartout's face darkened, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes, "You
Don’t you want to live anymore?”
"Sir's strength is far superior to that of Feng. If you want to kill or behead him, I will naturally be unable to resist."
After being threatened by him, Fengjiao still showed no fear and continued to talk, "It's just that justice is in the heart of the people. Mr. Lu killed a small character like me, but it brought shame to the master of the sword and the entire Kunwu Sword Palace. I don't know if it's worth it."
not worth!"
"What the hell..."
"This boy is right."
Just when Passepartout was about to go berserk, Yuchi Chungou, the master of the sword who had been watching coldly for a long time, suddenly said, "You two used competitions to select disciples for the sword palace, but you did not tell him that he was only a cultivator.
Why can't you come and participate in the duel between them?"
"I knew you would tear me down."
Passepartout glared at him angrily and said, "With a master like this, I don't know what evil I have done in my previous life."
"Little guy, you are not a swordsman. Even if you continue to compete, you will not be able to become my disciple."
Yuchi Chungou chuckled, then turned to look at Feng Jiao, "But it's really unfair to deprive you of your qualifications. How about this? I can agree to your request within my ability, how about it?"
"As expected of the Master of Swords!"
Feng Jiao put his sword back into its sheath, bowed respectfully to him, and praised loudly, "The magnanimity and style are very comparable to others, Feng Mou admires him!"
"Just forget about flattery."
Yuchi Chungou waved his hands impatiently and said, "If you have any requests, feel free to ask. Remember, you only have one chance."
"In that case, Feng will tell you directly."
Fengjiao was silent for a long time, and finally said, "I once heard Mr. Wang mention that there is a Kunwu sword wall on the mountain behind the Sword Palace, which contains the secret of the supreme sword. I dare to ask the master to allow me to observe it for ten days."
As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around.
Whether Passepartout or Wang Twelve, including Mr. Hao, the expressions of everyone in the Sword Palace became extremely strange.
"Is this what you want?"
Yuchi Chungou seemed worried that he heard wrongly, so he asked specifically, "Observe the Kunwu Sword Wall for ten days? Are you sure?"
"Exactly, Feng has nothing else to ask for."
Feng Jiao replied categorically, "If ten days are too many, five days will do."
"no problem."
Yuchi Chungou immediately laughed and answered very readily, "Ten days will be ten days, I promise you!"