Me and my Jianghu Tavern

At least until now, no one can tell what kind of character and swordsmanship this person is and how superb his swordsmanship is. All he knows is that this person is expected to become the next Jianghu sword fairy.

How rare, there are only two or three sword immortals in the world, if there is another one, I'm afraid they will become famous all over the world.

Li Qingfeng, who was standing on the west ring, looked in Zhang Ming's direction, but saw that Zhang Ming seemed reluctant to come down.

Li Qingfeng faced Zhang Ming's direction, cupped his sword and said, "Please come down to explain, sir."

He called Zhang Ming Mr.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, including those who were watching not far away. Some of the hands holding the tea trembled slightly, some made a slight gasp, and some suddenly widened their eyes.

This "sir" shocked everyone.

Immediately looking at that line of sight, everyone saw the person standing on the corridor, dressed in white, with a long emerald-colored sword pinned to his waist, without a hilt, no matter how he looked, he looked like an ordinary person. The only thing is that the sword is a bit eye-catching.

Zhang Ming cursed secretly in his heart, this kid is not a thing.

He obviously looks like a handsome young man, but he does such an embarrassing thing.

"Who is that?"

"never seen it."

People in the audience frowned, thinking about the identity of this person, but they were at a loss, but there were also people who knew about Zhang Ming. You must know that there were other people around that day when the palace gate was broken in Kyoto, and the sword guard outside Liangzhou City of.

Zhang Ming was silent for a moment, and the top of Yanshan Mountain also became quiet for a moment.

All eyes were on Zhang Ming.

Jiang He grinned, as if mocking, and said, "I'm calling you, hurry up."

"You can shut up." Zhang Ming sighed.

It's not a good thing to refuse, and seeing Li Qingfeng like this, I guess it will be impossible if I don't go down.

The old Daoist of the Qin Tianjian had a good plan, and he didn't know how to move the head disciple of the Haoran Sect.

Su Tan saw Zhang Ming's intention to leave, and just said, "Be careful, shopkeeper."

Zhang Ming folded his hands on the back of Su Tan's and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm not so bad, your shopkeeper."

"I'm going."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ming took the emerald green long sword around his waist and rushed to Xilei.

Seeing this, Li Qingfeng smiled slightly, satisfied in his heart.

He really wanted to see this swordsmanship again, the sword that he saw outside the city that day, the flying fairy from the west was really beautiful, there is nothing to say, and the reed crossing the river without dripping water, it made Li Qingfeng feel so happy Although Ming is not a sword fairy, he is already like a sword fairy.

Zhang Ming stepped onto the ring and said, "The stinky Taoist priest must have asked you to come here."

Li Qingfeng didn't deny it either, and said, "It's just a coincidence."

Zhang Ming curled his lips. This kid was full of righteousness, but he didn't look like a good guy. He glanced at that stinky Taoist priest.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said impatiently, "Let's fight."

To be honest, Zhang Ming didn't know whether he would be able to fight or not. In the past three or two months, Li Qingfeng on the river might have lost by half a point, but now he couldn't say for sure.

A person who can be cruel and self-defeating is not an ordinary person, two or three months is enough for Li Qingfeng.

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Seeing Zhang Ming on the stage, the idiot immediately patted the master next to him, and said a little excitedly, "Your Highness, I have seen this person before."

The young man raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Idiot, I can hear what you are shooting."

After a pause, he asked again, "Very powerful?"

The 'fool' nodded, his face full of admiration.

The young man touched it, thinking that Li Qingfeng couldn't make this idiot so excited, it seems that this person is no better than Li Qingfeng, so he couldn't help asking: "Is it as good as Sister Annian?"

The idiot thought about it, but shook his head, he didn't know either.

"Didn't His Highness send me out of the city to deliver silver taels that day? I also saw this person outside the city. Until now, I still clearly remember this person wielding a sword..." As he spoke, the idiot became a little dazed, and his mouth He muttered: "It's really beautiful!"

"Is there really such a god?" The young man didn't believe it, so he continued to read.

The two above Xi Lei confronted each other.

At this moment, everyone focused their eyes on Xi Lei.

On the third floor of the Yanshan Sword Tower, a small window opened a crack, and the wind and snow drifted into the building along the gap. Behind the gap stood an old man who opened the door before.

The old man's eyes were deep, looking at the two people on the stage, he looked back at the long sword stuck in the middle of the attic, remembering what the Taoist said earlier, but he couldn't recover for a long time.

"It's snowing a bit..." The old man just raised his head and said, then closed the window.

He stood in front of the sword, watching...watching...

Some crazy.

He was born because of this sword, but he has never been down the mountain for hundreds of years in the deep sword building. He only knows that there is endless snow on this mountain, and there are endless swords to guard.

Maybe it's because the days are not so good, and there is more snow this time than in previous years.

Turning his gaze to the arena, Li Qingfeng looked at Zhang Ming and asked with a little respect, "How do you want to compare, sir?"

"It's up to you." Zhang Ming frowned, somewhat gruffly.

It's either losing or winning. At Li Qingfeng's level, it's nothing more than a matter of one sword and two swords. If you have the skills to speak, it's better to end it sooner.

Li Qingfeng nodded and said with a smile: "Then it's as sir said, sir please."

Zhang Ming was not polite either, he stretched out his two fingers, his eyes became deep, and he called softly, "Yu Ruyi."

I saw the emerald green long sword rising from his waist, hanging by his side.

Seeing this scene, Jiang He, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but tsk his lips, shook his head and said, "Sure enough, there is no sword intent."

He thought this kid was hiding it for himself, but he really didn't have sword intent.

I don't know how the sword is practiced like this. I don't have the slightest sword intent on my body, but I don't lose the momentum at all.

Li Qingfeng held the sword in his right hand, and slowly raised his head, just like the normal human and animal harmless appearance before, Qingfeng in his hand pointed at Zhang Ming, raised his hand and waved it.

"Om..."

Everyone only felt a pain in their ears, and hissed everywhere, and I don't know how many people covered their ears.

Zhang Ming's pupils shrank slightly, but he reacted quickly.

"Break his sword energy."

With a faint sound, Yu Ruyi turned into a Changhong and went straight to the sword energy that came, but they were stalemate.

Li Qingfeng didn't use all his strength, but only three points of strength.

However, Zhang Ming was already going all out, full of pressure.

Without sword intent, and without sword heart, even though Li Qingfeng retreated from the half-step sword fairy, he was not comparable to Zhang Ming.

On the corridor, Su Tan pursed his lips, his face was full of worry, and his palms were stained with sweat.

"break."

With a sound of Zhang Ming falling, the sword energy finally turned into nothingness.

Maybe this is the difference, other people's things are not as good as what you get from your own practice.

Chapter 395: Six Flying Swords

Compared with before, Li Qingfeng put more pressure on Zhang Ming. I don't know what happened to Li Qingfeng in the past six months. He broke his sword heart and lost half a step of the sword fairy realm. He was even stronger than before. top half.

To be honest, Zhang Ming's martial arts experience was picked up for nothing, and it was not his own after all.

Let alone a lunatic like Li Qingfeng.

Dare to give up the opportunity to step into the sword fairy, how can such a person not be crazy.

With just one move, Zhang Ming had even foreseen his own ending.

Three points win, seven points lose.

Back then, Zhang Ming could have said he scored eight points, but now he doesn't even have five points.

In the past six months, I have been wasted.

On the other hand, Li Qingfeng, although he has not explored the Sword Immortal again, he has surpassed by more than a tiny bit.

Now that it is like this, even Zhang Ming has to say admiration.

"It is said that Li Qingfeng of the Haoran Sect has a great understanding, and he should be the person who is most expected to enter the realm of the sword fairy in the world today, but now it seems that it is true."

"I don't think so. Half a year ago, he broke most of his sword heart, and it will be difficult to step into it again."

Everyone had their own thoughts, but they were shocked by Li Qingfeng. This kind of strength is better than before. Although they gave up half a step of Sword Immortal, their strength has not increased but decreased.

It is worthy of being a high-ranking disciple of the Haoran Sect.

On the west ring, Zhang Ming looked at Li Qingfeng, Li Qingfeng looked indifferent, but Zhang Ming frowned.

The sound of the sword sounded, and Yu Ruyi surrounded Zhang Ming's side, but suddenly the tip of the sword pointed forward, and a strong force surrounded the sword.

hum~

There was a roar in everyone's ears, and some people couldn't stand it and covered their faces and ears.

Li Qingfeng raised the sword in his hand, but found that he couldn't dodge it. He turned his head, and Yu Ruyi brushed past his ear, cutting off three or four strands of hair.

Looking at it this way, Li Qingfeng didn't dare to take it lightly anymore, after all, he is a gentleman, so how could it be so bad.

Li Qingfeng's skill of controlling the sword is so powerful, the best way to break it is to hit the person who controls the sword directly, just disturb the mind.

"Three feet of cool wind can calm the sufferings of the world."

Li Qingfeng flicked his wrist and raised a sword flower, but he didn't care about Yu Ruyi who turned around behind him, her footsteps grew like lotuses, but she turned into a phantom.

Seeing him approaching, Zhang Ming had no choice but to back away, dodging Li Qingfeng's sword with his toes like a ghost.

The eyes of those watching were brightened, and they all praised: "It's so light."

The lightness of the footsteps is a bit confusing, never seen before, and even looks like a ghost like this, sure enough, the person who can make Li Qingfeng call Mr. is definitely not a second-rate guy.

I just don't know what this person taught Li Qingfeng.

Zhang Ming summoned Yu Ruyi back and stood by his side, so compared to this, he was still afraid of Li Qingfeng's close-up moves.

Looking at it this way, he has already fallen into a disadvantage.

Those who were beaten could only retreat one after another, not daring to fight at all.

Li Qingfeng stopped, sighed and said, "Sir, it seems that you haven't made any progress in half a year."

"The water in the south of the Yangtze River nourishes people, and the girls are also beautiful. Besides, I can't be regarded as a person in the rivers and lakes, and I can't be considered to have learned swordsmanship by myself, and..." Zhang Ming paused, smacked his lips and said: "Don't call me Mr. I can't afford it."

"I don't care, I just want to shout, it's another matter whether the sir answers or not." Li Qingfeng smiled.

Zhang Ming looked up at him and said, "If we fight you, the odds of winning are only [-]%. It's meaningless to fight like this. It's better not to fight."

"That's not acceptable." Li Qingfeng looked at Zhang Ming with a smile.

Zhang Ming was speechless, this guy is really messing around, he doesn't really want to fight anymore.

If it was Li Qingfeng back then, he might still be able to give it a try, but not necessarily now, he said [-]% of the time, but he couldn't even say [-]%.

Zhang Ming was also in a hurry, and murmured: "I need to clean up."

"****." Zhang Ming looked back at Jiang He in the corridor, and shouted, "Borrow two swords."

"How many handles?" Jiang He asked.

Zhang Ming said calmly: "Take as many as you have."

Jiang He clicked his tongue, thinking that this kid is motivated and angry, which is a bit interesting, but he has never seen him in real action, and it can be regarded as a feast for the eyes.

"The five handles of the sword are all lent to you."

After finishing speaking, Jiang He slapped the railing, the box behind Jiang He shook open, five swords rose into the air, Jiang He slapped the hilt, and the five swords shot out like arrows.

None of these five swords is bad.

"Treasure sword...five handles! What's the origin?" Everyone was startled, they must know that the person who can have such five handle swords is definitely not a low-level person.