I am not a serious young man

Wang Tong looked at Zheng Jian carefully, and suddenly laughed loudly: "So it's him!"

When Ouyang Xiyi heard the words, his tall and mighty body turned around, and he asked doubtfully, "Do you know him?"

Wang Tong said with a smile: "I didn't see it at first, but at this time he showed his hand, and the old man guessed it! He became famous on the coast of the East China Sea, sword-cutting the leader of the Haisha Gang, Han Gaitian, and then on the Huai River. After defeating Du Fuwei, in today's world, who else can have such a strong young man besides him?"

Wang Shichong also understood, clapped his hands and laughed, "Extremely extreme! Besides 'Huitian Swordsman', who else has such a demeanor! Do you think so, Zheng Xiaoyou?"

Immediately, everyone present understood and looked at Zheng Jian in shock.

Being able to defeat Du Fuwei, the "world in the sleeves", already speaks volumes.

"This kid is so terrifying!" Many people said this at the same time.

Ba Fenghan was staring at Zheng Jian with bitter hatred at this moment, he couldn't advance or retreat for a while, he was caught in a dilemma.

If it is said that he was only defeated by Zheng Jian, Ba Fenghan has nothing to accept. After all, he is not an undefeated God of War. The key is that Ba Fenghan was really disgusted by Zheng Jian's mouth...

WTF?

With such advanced martial arts, why are you pretending to be crazy in the crowd?

Ba Fenghan believed in his heart that Zheng Jian was deliberately humiliating him!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he looked at Zheng Jian. If eyes could kill, Ba Fenghan would have already cut Zheng Jian into pieces...

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The atmosphere is awkward, subtle, and stiff.

Everyone present had different thoughts in their hearts, but they all kept quiet tacitly.

At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly came. The sound of the flute was so wonderful that it seemed to come easily, but it was melodious and frustrating.

As the sound of the flute suddenly became high-pitched, suddenly resentful, reaching infinitely high, and turning infinitely low, everyone in the venue was mesmerized by it.

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Chapter 152 I, Zheng Jian, Will Call You the Strongest

Listening to Xiao Yin, Ba Fenghan, whose hatred was hard to get rid of, gradually became calm.

The sound of the flute is like an infinite misty sound from afar, but to Ba Fenghan's ears, it is like he is walking alone in the lonely smoke of the desert, arousing his deep pain and joy, telling the story in his heart .

In Zheng Jian's ears, it was another feeling. Zheng Jian unconsciously sighed in his heart that Shi Qingxuan's flute skills were indeed superb. Compared with Liu Zhengfeng, who was proud of the world, he was a little less heroic, but more A bit soft, each has its own merits.

"What kind of feeling would it be if Shi Qingxuan played "Swordsman"?" Zheng Jian suddenly had an idea in his heart, and immediately the idea began to grow crazily.

"Forget it, after listening to the sound of the zither, Zheng is happy, so I don't mind the villain's mistakes, and I don't care about you Ba Fenghan... But, is there anyone here who is good at playing the qin?" When the xiao sound faded away, Zheng Jian said.

Hearing Ba Fenghan's words, the veins on his forehead started to twitch again, what do you mean by "adults don't remember the faults of villains", and what's more, you have been provoking me, okay?

"Brother Zheng, it's not enough for you to listen to your sister's flute. You still want to listen to the piano?" Shan Wanjing, who had been intoxicated by the melody, asked in surprise when she heard Zheng Jian's words.

"That's not true, it just so happens that I have a music score here, which is a qin and flute ensemble. When I heard Shi Qingxuan's flute sound, I really wanted to listen to this qin and flute ensemble. It's just that you, Brother Zheng, don't know how to play the qin, so That’s the question.” Zheng Jian explained in a rare way.

There was tenderness in Ouyang Xiyi's eyes, and he said loudly: "Since Qingxuan is here, why don't you come in and see, so that Uncle can see how much you look like Xiuxin."

Ba Fenghan also said generously, "If I can see Miss's face, I will die without regret!"

From the eaves, a soft voice came, "Seeing each other is worse than not seeing each other, Qingxuan is here to play a song for the two uncles..."

Hearing this, Zheng Jian didn't know that Shi Qingxuan was going to leave, he didn't care about the abrupt beauty, he just jumped up...

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Zheng Jian had already landed on the eaves, blocking Shi Qingxuan.

In front of Zheng Jian, this beautiful figure was slender and graceful, with a perfect body and a pure and refined temperament, like a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world. She was dressed in a long emerald green dress and covered her face with a light veil, elegant and quiet, like a laurel orchid.

"Young Master, why did you block Qingxuan's way?" Shi Qingxuan was stopped by Zheng Jian, but she was still calm and elegant, without any anger.

Zheng Jian pondered for a while, scratched his head and said, "I have a bold idea, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Down below, Ouyang Xiyi and Wang Tong suddenly stood up, and Ouyang Xiyi even shouted: "Don't be rude, Qingxuan!"

Do you have a bold idea, what bold idea?

Shi Qingxuan's expression under the veil became a little astonished, "My lord... please tell me."

Zheng Jian chuckled, and said: "There is a question that has been bothering me for a long time, and I can't think of an answer. Why is it that the sun is shining on us, but when we talk, it is us that are sunbathing?"

Shi Qingxuan: "..."

Wang Tong: "..."

Ouyang Xiyi: "..."

The resentment value from Ouyang Xiyi +500.

Shan Wanjing covered her face with her hands, "It's over, it's over...Brother Zheng fell ill again..."

Zheng Jian was surprised, what the hell, is Shi Qingxuan so quiet?

"Young Master's question, Qingxuan can't answer..." Shi Qingxuan said softly, and was about to leave, she really couldn't understand the magical operation of the person in front of her.

Zheng Jian hurriedly stopped, "Hey, don't worry, don't worry! I was joking just now, and that's not why I stopped you. That's right, I have a sheet music here, it's very difficult, very difficult, as difficult as going to the blue sky! It's unprecedentedly difficult The kind! After listening to your flute technique, I think you should be able to play it, you...would you like to try it?"

Shi Qingxuan immediately stopped in her tracks, saying that she wasn't interested in anything else, but when it came to rhythm, and said that it was an unprecedented difficulty, Shi Qingxuan immediately became unconvinced. In this world, there are still tunes that can't be played well?

Seeing this, Zheng Jian knew that Shi Qingxuan's curiosity had been aroused, so he took out the score of "Swordsman" from his bosom, "Hey, take a look, if it doesn't work, it's understandable! After all , it's really...too difficult."

Shi Qingxuan stretched out the catkin to take it, opened it, and immediately revealed a surprised expression, "This looks a bit like the long-lost "Guangling San", but... some parts are different from the ancient rhyme, but the changed The place... seems to be very good."

"Are you interested in trying this piece?" Zheng Jian smiled, "However, this is an ensemble piece, but I don't know who can play it with you in terms of piano skills..."

"Maybe I can give it a try and play a duet with Miss Qingxuan." The one who spoke was the great Confucian Wang Tong, his eyes were filled with excitement, why did he say excited, because the eyes of this old man began to burst into tears...

"Tsk tsk... The old guy seems to have seen Shi Qingxuan think of her mother..." Zheng Jian slandered in his heart. It seems that Wang Tong was also Bi Xiuxin in the past... Licking dogs, as expected, ended up with nothing... …

Cihang Jingzhai, there is never a shortage of licking dogs, which one are you?

"Alright." Shi Qingxuan pondered for a moment, but finally wanted to give it a try, so she agreed.

Immediately, the crowd became excited, even Ba Fenghan looked at Zheng Jian with a pleasing look, they all had to thank Zheng Jian, otherwise Shi Qingxuan would have left long ago, how could there be a second song?

At that moment, Wang Tong ordered someone to fetch the zither, with a solemn but serious expression.

Whether it's Shi Qingxuan or Wang Tong, they are really smart people, they only read it once, and they memorized the score by heart.

Well, Wang Tong must be, because he is really bald...

"Zheng...Zheng...Zheng...Zheng..." Wang Tong took the lead to play the piano, and the audience fell silent, listening to the sound of snow falling... Uh, no, it was quietly listening to the sound of the piano.

"This old thing really has two brushes..." Zheng Jian also had to admit, no wonder he dared to volunteer to play with Shi Qingxuan, his piano skills are not far behind Qu Yang...

Next, Shi Qingxuan's flute sound reappeared, it was quiet, moving, and fascinating, and instantly pulled everyone present into the artistic conception of this wonderful ensemble of qin and flute.

"This Tang version of "Swordsman" has a special flavor..." Zheng Jian said in his heart, compared to Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, Shi Qingxuan's flute skills are naturally not inferior, and even slightly better than Liu Zhengfeng. The melody is full of the artistic conception of the light, the wind and the moon. After all, Shi Qingxuan is really quiet and natural, and she is in a state of seclusion, and her emotions are quite natural. She can also take Wang Tong with her to gradually adapt to the changes in the score.

"This flute skill, I, Zheng Jian, would like to call you the strongest!"

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Chapter 153 Ba Fenghan: I Think I'm Alright Again

At the end of the song, everyone was intoxicated listening to it, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

Just now Shi Qingxuan's flute sound was shocking enough, but now, with such a music score, it can be regarded as a lingering sound that lasts for three days.

Shi Qingxuan also had her beautiful eyes closed, and she was still reminiscing about the song "Swordsman" for a long time, and her temples were also slightly fragrant and sweaty, which showed that she had spent a lot of effort.

However, for this piece of music, it is totally worth it.

"Thank you, son, and thank Uncle Wang for the ensemble. This matter is over, and Qingxuan will not stay any longer..." After all, Shi Qingxuan was Shi Qingxuan. After returning the score to Zheng Jian, she drifted away without further delay.

Wang Tong was already in tears at this time, and he didn't know whether he was moved by the song or remembered his past emotional hurts. In short, this old guy is already old, crying like a child...

As for Ba Fenghan, he stared blankly at the direction the beauty was going away, still unable to extricate himself...

With a glance, Zheng Jian saw Ba Fenghan's affectionate eyes, staring straight at the direction Shi Qingxuan left.

"Hey, who is that, do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, I can give you a few tricks. After all, in my opinion, your sword technique is the dung beetle confinement—scratching and scratching."

Ba Fenghan's handsome face is so dark again, you are the dung beetle, your whole family is dung beetle!

The resentment value from Ba Fenghan +999.

"Puchi..." Fu Junyu in white beside her laughed so hard that she couldn't close her legs. She found that Zheng Jian was indeed a wonderful person. He could smoke the seven orifices of his popularity with just a word. This ability was unique in the world.

Ba Fenghan originally had a good impression of Fu Junyu who was next to him, but when he saw Fu Junyu laughed again because of this, his resentment towards Zheng Jian suddenly exploded, "Come on, come on, you and I will fight another three hundred rounds! "

The resentment value from Ba Fenghan +999.

Fu Junyu smiled, and Ba Fenghan suddenly felt that he could do it again, the key was that he used a knife just now, and he still had a sword in his hand to strike together!

"Yo yo, you rheumatoid cold, you dung beetle hit a high wall - what kind of hard shell are you pretending to be, the weather has cleared and the rain has stopped, so you think you can do it again, don't you? Today, your brother Jian will let you I know why the flowers are so popular!" Zheng Jian was still on the road of flirting with Ba Fenghan, he was catching Ba Fenghan and sucking him to death...

The resentment value from Ba Fenghan +999.

Everyone in the courtyard started to laugh again, Ba Fenghan is a barbarian, Zheng Jian hates Ba Fenghan, whether it is Wang Tong, Ouyang Xiyi or Wang Shichong, they are all happy to see it.

At this moment, Ba Fenghan really hates himself for not learning a few foul language, being hated by Zheng Jian, but he has no power to fight back...

Ba Fenghan didn't speak anymore, he directly held the sword at his waist with both hands, with a handsome face, he regained his composure, and the moment he kicked his right foot back, his whole body was like an arrow flying straight towards Zheng Jian.

His attack is as natural as the tide, with a natural posture, which is amazing.

"Swords and swords come out together, this is a bit interesting..." Zheng Jian smiled, and at the same time he also rushed out his sword.

In an instant, the two fought against each other, and the surroundings were chaotically cut and criss-crossed.

It is true that Ba Fenghan's sword and sword are different from just now. His sword energy and sword energy complement each other, covering a three-foot radius around him, making everyone watching the battle back unconsciously, for fear of being hurt.

Zheng Jian, on the other hand, moved back and forth with a single sword, combined with his erratic movements, in this three zhang space, he fought against Ba Fenghan frantically, without defending at all.

Ba Fenghan knew that Zheng Jian's skill was completely out of line with his age, so he had been avoiding confrontation with Zheng Jian's skill. His footwork was also extremely strange, dodging left and right like a ghost, trying to find someone who would win in one blow. Chance.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although Zheng Jian has a single sword, he almost has the upper hand!

However, because of this, no one underestimated Ba Fenghan. It wasn't that Ba Fenghan was too weak, but that Zheng Jian was too strong!

Ouyang Xiyi stared at the battle situation with a pair of tiger eyes, "This Zheng Jian can't see his mastery at all from his swordsmanship. His swordsmanship is completely different from any sect in the world. It seems to be a powerful and unconstrained style, but it also implies the ultimate swordsmanship." Reason! The most important thing is that he has a long pulse, and his skill is so deep that even the old man can't believe it! Who is so good at teaching such a terrifying successor..."

"Even Mr. Ouyang, you can't see this person's way?" Wang Shichong's eyes flickered strangely, "Huangshan Yimin" Ouyang Xiyi has been famous for more than [-] years, and now he is old, and the masters he has seen are not counted. It counts, but now, even Ouyang Xiyi can't see the origin of Zheng Jian's martial arts...

"However, his aura gave me a somewhat familiar feeling. It's specious and hard to say." Ouyang Xiyi pondered for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face.

"You also feel this way?" Wang Tong was also paying attention to the situation of the battle, and when he heard Ouyang Xiyi's suspicion, he immediately continued, "I also have this feeling, but it's just for a while, I can't remember what this specious feeling is. What."

At this moment, in the battle circle, Zheng Jian suddenly thrust out a sword from an extremely strange angle. With this sword thrust out, the whole courtyard suddenly became gloomy!

"This sword?" Wang Tong and the others stood up at the same time.

Facing this sword, Ba Fenghan suddenly had a feeling of being locked in by death in his heart, just like the critical moment when he was fighting with the wolves in the Northland when he was young.

I saw Ba Fenghan suddenly let out a long howl, slashing out with a knife and a sword, the last move of "Fenghan Seven Styles", "Desert Storm"!

The ferocious sword aura and sword aura blend together to form an entangled sword aura, regardless of each other, like a tornado, spinning at a high speed, meeting Zheng Jian's indescribably terrifying sword.

This sword is actually the No. 14 sword of Yan Shisan's Thirteen Swords of Death. Zheng Jian has not learned the No. 15 sword like the kingdom of death, but it is only the No. 14 sword, which is in Zheng Jian's hands at the moment It also burst out a palpitating terrifying sword energy!

The moment this sword energy collided with Ba Fenghan's sword energy, a wave of air visible to the naked eye exploded suddenly!

Ba Fenghan's sword spirit wanted to block Zheng Jian's strike, but was wiped out inch by inch.

Ba Fenghan's tiger's mouth burst open, his hands were stained red with blood, blood vessels bulged and muscles knotted on his arm, he tried his best to stop it!

However, it didn't work!

The tear-stained sword still contained a terrifying sword energy and completely broke through Ba Fenghan's true energy!

Fu Junyu screamed and closed his eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

Ba Fenghan's eyes were about to burst, but he could only watch helplessly as the tear-stained sword broke through everything and came before his eyes.

This was his first battle in Middle Earth, and he came here with endless faith, thinking that he could become famous in one battle.

"Am I going to die?" Ba Fenghan felt desperate and sad.

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