There are many failures in the country

Ordinary people usually want to lose when they fight, but it is not only rare for someone to keep undefeated by putting water, but also kill some people, it really kills two birds with one stone.

Looking back on what he had experienced in the past few months, Shen Ling realized that no matter who he was facing, Yue Xingfeng always used tricks to let go, and he was in a state of fighting and winning. Wouldn't it be possible to expose his identity with just one move?

Right now, the three people in Jiuyi Mountain have set up a three-talented formation, and their sword moves are closely linked, making it impossible to find any flaws for a while.Although Yue Xingfeng and the others are all masters, their cooperation with each other is extremely poor, and they have their own opinions.

Seeing this, Shen Ling was very worried.One look at the face of a certain sect master, and you can tell that they are not good people. If one of them accidentally loses, there is no guarantee that they will not be fined to chop off a finger or something.

It is really ugly to play so passively even though his strength is higher than that of Jiuyi Mountain.

Especially Yue Xingfeng, what kind of trick did he use?Shen Ling not only had a headache, but also a sore eye. Even if it was to conceal his identity, he shouldn't have used his sword moves in such a mess, like a monkey.

Monkey?A thought flashed through Shen Ling's mind, and he carefully looked at Yue Xingfeng's walking and footwork, which seemed quite regular.

Sure enough, where Yue Xingfeng stepped, Le Ziqian and Shizhou stepped on one after another... Could it be that his messy swordsmanship coincided with a plan to break the formation?

The result was obvious. Although the process was a bit tangled, the three of Yue Xingfeng still defeated the Nine Yi Mountain Sword Formation.

The middle-aged man named Chen Yang said the same nonsense as Yue Yi, and was escorted back to the room.

After repeated persuasion failed, a certain sect master was a little impatient: "This group of bulls have a temper, shameless! What good is it to be a grassroots bandit with Le's, and then I will conquer the country with me and become a hero who founded the country. The glory and wealth will be inexhaustible. It's more decent than messing around in the rivers and lakes. Don't you think so!"

"That's right, what the sect master said is true." Yue Xingfeng's three people were really knowledgeable, and their acting skills were good, a certain sect master immediately picked up the words, and their behavior was even more dogleg.

"You, come here." A certain sect master was referring to Le Ziqian.

Shen Ling's heart rose to his throat, and he only heard the sect master say: "You played well, you fought hard, this is very good."

Only then did Le Ziqian take advantage of the position he was standing in, and now he echoed, "Thank you, Master, for your appreciation."

A blind-eyed sect master raised his finger and circled it: "Then the next one, it's up to you."

Le Ziqian said: "Yes, sect master."

"Boom, boom..." It was the sound of a wooden staff being tapped to the ground, calm and orderly.

"Elder Mu, did you sleep well last night? I treated you differently, and specially ordered someone to clean up the bedroom for you." The voice of a certain sect master was very polite, and he even got up to greet him personally.

The Elder Mu he was talking about was none other than the old Nanyue man holding a tiger-headed golden-hooked staff.

To be able to treat this sect master with care, this Elder Mu has a lot of background.Shen Ling guessed Yue Xingfeng's identity from Yue Xingfeng's avoidance, vaguely confirmed his origin, combined with the books he had read in the past, he couldn't help feeling respect for this old man.

Elder Mu's complexion was gloomy, and he must have stayed up all night, but his eyes were shining, and when a certain sect master spoke, he suddenly became angry.He shook his long stick: "Don't think that I, Mu Yuan, will succumb to you for a small favor! This old man is only loyal to the Nanyue royal family all his life, and will never turn against a shameless villain like you!"

A certain sect master got his nose turned gray, his face turned pale with anger, he sat back holding his breath, and his tone changed: "Elder Mu, I treat you very politely, you are so ignorant of good and evil. , is of no benefit to you! You mean the royal family of Nanyue? Hahahaha, haven’t you given up after being exterminated for decades? country? Wishful thinking!"

Mu Yuan snorted softly: "Who said that my lord didn't leave any blood? The old man told you that the power of South Vietnam has never gone, so don't try to gather forces from the world to replace it!"

"It's really a centipede, dead but not stiff. You little Nanyue, how can you fight against the power of the Central Plains martial arts!" A certain sect master slowed down his voice, and said, "Old man, let him go if you want, at worst, you will submit to me. When things come to an end, I will give you a few cities to restore your country. You and I will each get what we need, how about that?"

"Hmph! The old man said that the old man will only be loyal to the Nanyue royal family all his life!" Mu Yuan shook the staff angrily, and the tiger's head on the staff also showed red eyes.

"You don't have to drink a toast, fine." A certain sect master pointed at Le Ziqian, "You, go."

"Yes, sect master." Le Ziqian stepped forward after receiving the order without any hesitation in his eyes.

Shen Ling was terrified from the side, clearly seeing that Le Ziqian's gesture of holding the sword was different from that of just now, and there was even a bit of murderous intent in his eyes.Could it be that, he wanted to stop at this point...and then look at Yue Xingfeng, why is his eyes so calm?

Yue Xingfeng's expression clearly had nothing to do with him, which made Shen Ling quite surprised.

According to Mu Yuan, he was loyal to the Nanyue royal family wholeheartedly.It was impossible for Yue Xingfeng to remain indifferent to this kind of loyal minister who lost his country and still missed his old master.However, now he watched Le Ziqian pass by with his sword.

As for Le Ziqian, as the sixth prince of Da Chongguo, there is almost no possibility of showing mercy in the face of a rebellious party trying to restore the country.The conversation between Mu and Yuan just now revealed too much, could it be because of this that Yue Xingfeng was so indifferent?

Shen Ling was very worried, and said that he was being detained right now, and if something happened again, it would be a disaster.But, thinking about it in depth, this is not an extra problem at all. What exists between them is by no means a problem that can be solved by a one-on-one fight.

At this time, Le Ziqian had already drawn the sword arc, no matter the strength or precision, it was stronger than the previous battle.He really wanted to kill Mu Yuan in Yue Xingfeng's face?

When the prince of the court faced the veterans of the subjugated country... Shen Ling didn't dare to open his eyes to look, for fear of blood splashing on the spot, Yue Xingfeng couldn't hold back at that time.

With a "bang", it seemed that the weight was offset.

"This old guy is really capable." A certain sect master couldn't help praising, and then handed the tea bowl to Shen Ling, "Help me add tea."

"Yes, sect master." Shen Ling tried to calm down, and after taking the tea bowl, he couldn't help but glance at Mu Yuan from the corner of his eyes.

It actually blocked it!Mu Yuan just waved his staff with one hand and blocked Le Ziqian's sword!

From a rough look, Mu Yuan is in his sixtieth year, his hair and beard are all white, as an elder of the clan, his martial arts are unavoidably formidable.Facing Le Ziqian, who is superb in swordsmanship, he has the aura of a landslide in front of him without changing his face.

Just one move made Shen Ling's respect for him a little higher.

Mu Yuan's face was solemn, the golden hook on the tiger's head clasped Le Ziqian's sword sharply, and without a word, he lifted the long staff, combined with his footwork and quickly retreated, dragged Le Ziqian out half a foot with his sword, and then Raise your left palm and hit the long stick.

Le Ziqian's eyebrows twitched, obviously underestimating the enemy.At this moment, the sword edge is restrained, and it is not easy to draw it out again.However, Le Ziqian didn't hesitate too much, and directly shook out his inner strength, breaking the sword.

This is not over yet, Le Ziqian backed away a few feet with the broken sword, turned over suddenly, and a strong wind spun out from his toes, violently overturning the golden hook on the tiger's head.The blue waves of arrogance swaying in the sky can be faintly seen.

Mu Yuan was overwhelmed with astonishment, he couldn't believe that a person could have such power at such a young age, that is to say, holding a stick with both hands, wrapping it half a circle, and then slashing upwards, just in time to meet the broken sword that struck instantly.

On the other side, Shen Ling was pouring tea a few feet away, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even know that the tea was full.It wasn't until his hands were burned that he hurriedly covered the tea bowl, put it on a wooden tray, and handed it to a certain sect master.

The door master took a sip of tea, and spit out directly: "You can't even pour tea! You don't want to live!" Before he finished speaking, he grabbed his throat.

In the blink of an eye, a silver light suddenly appeared, it turned out to be the sharp edge of the sword that was broken just now!

Because of a certain sect master's words, no one cared about the battle between Mu Yuan and Le Ziqian for a while, and naturally they didn't know how the sword edge came so suddenly.

"Master, be careful!" Le Ziqian suddenly abandoned Mu Yuan, stepped forward with a broken sword in his hand, and deflected the edge of the sword.

"You lost." Mu Yuan's voice came one after another.

The tiger-headed golden hook was resting on Le Ziqian's neck. No matter what the reason was, he had indeed lost.

A certain sect master was furious, and shook off Shen Ling: "What are you doing! Do you think a small sword edge can hurt me? What you have to do is to defeat this old fellow! Naturally, someone else will do the unnecessary work. !"

Mu Yuan said quietly: "If you are willing to gamble and admit defeat, you will keep your word. Can you let him go?"

A certain sect master said angrily: "If you don't want to be detoxified, just leave! And I can only wish you, senior, to die in a foreign land."

"You!" Mu Yuan looked resentful and helpless.

"Come on, take him down!" A certain sect master waved his hand, and the waiter outside the gate immediately led Mu Yuan away.

Yue Xingfeng silently retracted his two fingers into his palm. When the broken sword struck him just now, he had deflected the edge of the sword.With Le Ziqian's eyesight, it was impossible not to see that the move was not threatening, but he still stepped forward with the sword, pretending to be the savior.

Unless, he... wants to lose?

Shen Ling rubbed her neck and stood up. Hearing a certain sect master scolding Le Ziqian loudly, she felt that the situation was not good, so she wanted to help, but she took a step, but was stopped by someone.

Yue Xingfeng pulled him behind and said softly, "Let's see."