long sleep thinking about leisure

In the next few days, it was calm for a while.

But the good times didn't last long, Wei Changmian treated Song Yu so differently,

It was obvious to all that Song Yu was not convincing at all, and Chen Anyang must have spread something with embellishment, and made a lot of enemies in this way.

Not to mention the dissatisfaction of everyone in the mansion, even the outside world said that Wei Changmian had indulged Song Yu too much, and the great reputation of the Patriarch of the Wei family slowly dissipated in the midst of different opinions.

Mang Mountain, Fuyue Town

Song Yu has been waiting here with a group of disciples for a long time, and Qi Zhaoyuan and his party are on the other side.

Before Song Yu entered the Wei family, Qi Zhaoyuan was quite valued by Wei Changmian, but ever since their patriarch met Song Yu, they never saw anyone else in their eyes.Accustomed to being flattered by other people, Qi Zhaoyuan has always been proud and arrogant, so he naturally hates Song Yu deeply, and doesn't want to work with this person.

"Young Master Qi, in fact, you don't need to follow, Song Yu can defeat that demon by himself!" He held the Tianji sword in one hand, crossed his arms, leaned against a towering tree, and said disdainfully to the man , he knew that Qi Zhaoyuan had long disliked him, but he wanted to provoke him.

Qi Zhaoyuan squatted behind a stubborn stone, already showing displeasure, he endured it, and only returned to him lightly.

"My lord ordered you and me to cast down demons together. Is there any reason for Zhao Yuan not to come?"

With a sneer, Song Yu said again, "Just don't cause trouble for me!"

"Young Master Song, Young Master Qi, we've found it!" The spies in the distance shouted at the two of them.

Song Yu didn't even look at Qi Zhaoyuan, and led his subordinates to walk forward

Seeing his arrogance, Qi Zhaoyuan was already furious, his tone became serious, and he yelled at the people behind him

"Go!"

The group of disciples shuddered and hurriedly followed.

There is already a fight ahead

After they rushed over, they saw Song Yu holding a sword in one hand and pointing at a disciple of the Wei family.

"Song Yu! What are you doing!" Qi Zhaoyuan, who rushed over after seeing this, yelled at him

But suddenly he saw that Wei family disciple running straight towards him and attacking him quickly, only then did he understand what was going on

That disciple was probably possessed by an evil spirit.

He quickly drew his sword out of its sheath, and the disciples following behind him also drew their swords, but the demon's swift and fierce attack caused him a lot of losses.

In a hurry

"Song Yu! What are you doing standing there?" He shouted at him urgently

"Watching a show! Young Master Qi, a mere little devil, can I still use it? I'll leave it to you, Young Master Qi!"

Qi Zhaoyuan had already been pushed to the ground by the demon, holding his sword in front of his chest, and the disciples who came with him were either dead or wounded.

Immediately, the Tianji sword pierced through the disciple's body, and blood dripped onto Qi Zhaoyuan's face drop by drop.

After pushing the demon away, he sat up, panting heavily.

The man stood in front of him, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he sneered

"Incompetent bungler!"

Then I heard Song Yu shouting to his subordinates

"gone."

He was furious.

However, it was true that he was inferior to others just now.

Thinking of this, he clenched his right hand into a fist and hammered it to the ground.

Song Yu had already taken everyone to the inn to rest, and the dinner was talking and laughing, very lively.

suddenly

With a "snap", Qi Zhaoyuan pressed the sword on Song Yu's table.

Hearing this sound, everyone cast their gazes one after another, looking at this Mr. Qi in surprise.

Song Yu stopped in the air with the chopsticks holding the dish, saw Qi Zhaoyuan, threw the chopsticks away, and asked

"Young Master Qi, what are you doing?"

"Song Yu, let's have a competition. If I, Qi Zhaoyuan, lose, I will be convinced to you from now on without any complaints. But if I win, you will get out of the Wei family and never appear in front of the lord!"

"Oh? Mr. Qi is really interested, but why should I agree to you! It was Wei Changmian who recruited me into the Wei family, what has it to do with you?"

"Less nonsense! To compare or not to compare?"

"Hahahahahaha, if you ask me to compare, I will compare and spread the word, where will I put Song Yu's face?"

He answered slowly, took a sip of his wine

"Hmph! I thought you were some kind of genius, but it turns out that's nothing more than that!"

His hand that raised the wine glass suddenly fell and slammed it hard on the table.

"It's okay to compare, but you are at your own risk!" After saying that, he got up and went out, walked to the door and turned his head slightly, looking at the man with a sinister smile.

Song Yu and Qi Zhaoyuan were already standing at the two ends of an abandoned back alley.

The whole body of Tianji Sword exudes crimson golden light, burning with murderous aura, hanging in the air, pointing the sword at Qi Zhaoyuan who is opposite

Afterwards, Song Yu put one hand behind his back and the other in front, still with a smile on his face

"Young Master Qi, can we start?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Zhaoyuan had already moved in front of him and stabbed at him.

I saw the man in black holding the stabbed sword with his bare hands, turned around, held the Tianji sword in his hand, and placed it on the opponent's neck.

"you lose!"

"Hmph! Song Yu, don't underestimate people!"

After speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly the gravel on the ground was shaken up and lifted off the ground.

Song Yu hurriedly shot himself into the air.

Qi Zhaoyuan burst out of the ground almost instantly, appeared in front of him again in an instant, and slapped him on the chest

Tianji and Ren slid on the ground for a while before stopping.

Song Yu knelt on one knee, with the point of the sword touching the ground, one hand resting on the hilt of the sword, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

sneered

"The technique of reaching the sky and escaping from the earth, I'm afraid Mr. Qi thinks too much of me!"

Qi Zhaoyuan on the opposite side was panting heavily, with bulging veins on his head and soil stains all over his body, he was very unbearable

The technique of reaching the sky and escaping from the ground consumes a lot of spiritual power. He thought he could hit it with one blow, so he put all his eggs in one basket and used this technique. Who would have thought that Song Yu's skill was so profound.

At this moment, he knew very well that he had lost, and his defeat was a complete mess.

"Master Qi, have you run out of tricks?"

The man's mouth was still bloodshot, and he stood up slowly, covering the light in front of Qi Zhaoyuan's eyes.

He carries spiritual energy in his hand,

No, no, it's fire!

How can it be?

Mohism's secret technique quenching!

Qi Zhaoyuan couldn't believe what he saw.

"Song Yu, you!"

In just an instant, the person who spoke was swallowed by the fire and turned into coke,

This quenching is not an unstoppable profound secret technique, but Qi Zhaoyuan is at the end of his strength, and his spiritual power is exhausted, so even this small quenching can no longer resist.

"Found it, they're here!" The group of disciples just now was not as good as the two of them, they searched for a long time before rushing over, and they saw the scene in front of them.

"Song... Young Master Song! You..."

Song Yu held the sword and walked through the group of disciples clutching his chest, and fell down and passed out after just two steps.