[Main Sword Three] Bloody Frost

In the early morning of the next day, under the flower tree in front of Tianze Tower, the disciples of the Tibetan sword elite who came to do the morning class were slightly surprised to see a strange silver-haired boy standing next to the big village owner.Judging by his clothes, he should be a disciple of Chunyang, but he didn't care about his silver-haired and blue-eyed hidden sword disciple who was different from ordinary people.

Hangzhou can be regarded as a prosperous place. They have seen too many strange-colored eyes of barbarians in the Western Regions, and they have long been familiar with it.

Ye Ying said lightly: "Let's start the morning class."

Seeing that the master didn't say anything else, the disciples of Tibetan Sword began to do morning lessons peacefully.

After meditating, he practiced the Four Seasons Sword Technique over and over again. Wenshuijue and Shanju Sword Intent are the foundation of Hidden Sword and Sword Technique. As an elite disciple, he must master the two skillfully and switch freely.

After the Tibetan sword disciples finished their third swordplay practice, the white-haired village owner with his eyes slightly closed tilted his head slightly and asked, "Little friend, would you like to experience it?"

"That's exactly what I meant." The silver-haired boy still carried the scarlet sky red lotus on his back, but he didn't intend to take it out of its sheath. Instead, he pulled out the sword from his waist and jumped down.

Seeing him jumping down suddenly, the disciples of Tibetan Swords stopped their swordsmanship practice in unison, only to hear their master say indifferently: "This is a visitor from Chunyang, let's compete with him."

The silver-haired boy saluted with his sword, and said loudly: "Ming Feiran, a disciple of Chunyang Yuxu, is here to appreciate the art of Tibetan swords. Please enlighten me."

Since the opponent has already called for a fight, how can the Tibetan sword disciple back away?

Naturally, I will fight without hesitation!

The face of the silver-haired boy looked younger than any of them. Because he was not sure about the other party's strength and didn't want to take advantage of him, the dozen or so disciples looked at each other and decided to send the number one in the middle and upper reaches of them first. Let's fight together, so that the opponent can adapt to the martial arts of hidden swords first.

As soon as Ye Ying heard the footsteps, Ye Ying knew who the challenger was. The dozen or so Tibetan sword disciples were doing morning lessons in front of his Tianze Building almost every day, and they were often pointed out by him. Ye Ying was well aware of their strength. chest.At this time, seeing that the strength of the people in the battle was ranked above the middle, he shook his head almost imperceptibly.

This group of disciples usually walk in Hangzhou at most, it seems that it is time to send them out for a tour.It seemed that this discussion came at a very timely time, so that they would know not to judge people by their appearances.Although Ming Feiran is young, his strength should not be underestimated. It is not easy to be placed in the high hopes of Chunyang executives.

No matter what, losing also has its benefits, and there should be gains.

Ye Ying's mind is clear, and he never speaks much, and it is the same at this moment. He listened to the sword chanting quietly, and the winner was decided in a short time.The silver-haired boy withdrew the long sword that was resting on the neck of the other party, and said in a flat tone, "Give it up."

The sword disciple was ashamed of being defeated so quickly in front of his own master, but seeing the calm look in his eyes, his impetuous heart couldn't help but calm down.He said with a bright face: "I lost, you are very powerful. But the next brother is stronger than me, so be careful."

"Thank you for reminding me." Sensing the other party's kindness, the silver-haired boy smiled slightly.

Ming Feiran is as simple and clear as a beam of moonlight or a handful of white snow. Anyone who has been with him usually leaves a good image of him.

Just like the Tibetan sword disciple who was defeated at this time, he has a good impression of his neither arrogant nor impatient demeanor.

Ye Ying stood quietly by the guardrail, listening to the sound of the swords when they clashed, feeling the surge of air between them, with a calm smile on her handsome face.

To become elite disciples, besides their aptitude, they must pass the test of heart and mind. After today, they must also be very quiet and think about moving.Before Ming Feiran left Tibetan Sword, such a scene might be seen every day.

When practicing swords, don't forget to cultivate your heart. Use the heart as the sword, and it is to hide the sword.

Falling flowers are flying, in Ye Ying's eyes, the world is not only darkness, but also the hidden sword villa, relatives and the ubiquitous way of swordsmanship.

Unknowingly, Ming Feiran had already stayed in Hidden Sword Villa for more than half a month.

Every day with those Tibetan sword disciples to learn from each other, the relationship between each other has become closer.Occasionally during morning classes, Ming Feiran even got a few pointers from the big village owner.

He briefly wrote down his recent situation on the letter paper, after thinking about it, he couldn't help telling that self-willed and lawless guy to restrain himself as much as possible, and always provoke others even though he knew his physical condition was not good... Such behavior is really worrying.

Putting the written letter into a roll and stuffing it into the bamboo tube, the silver-haired boy raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and tied the bamboo tube to the carrier pigeon's feet.

This carrier pigeon was arranged by Mo Yu, and the Valley of the Wicked also has one or two hidden strongholds in the main city. As long as the carrier pigeon brings the letter back, Mo Yu will receive his message sooner or later.

After letting go of the carrier pigeon, Ming Feiran looked at the sky and sighed slightly. If it wasn't for the Valley of the Wicked...it wouldn't be such a trouble to send a letter to Mo Yu.

It’s very convenient to switch to Maomao, that guy will send a letter almost every ten days and half a month (Xie Yuan feels a little bit heartbroken, just feels that he is disgusted: ... Xuanying, if you have any questions, you can talk to your uncle To put it bluntly, why bother so much?), if it is not difficult for pigeons to ensure safety due to the long distance, it is estimated that the frequency will be more frequent.

Mo Yu has made amazing progress in martial arts in the past two years, and now he has established a firm foothold in the Valley of the Evil. He first directly challenged a 'ten evil', and successfully defeated him to replace him, and then proved himself with his strength and achievements.

The last time he wrote to Ming Feiran, he told Ming Feiran that he was now one of the new 'ten evils', and he had already become famous in the previous camp battle.

In fact, Mo Yu never told Feiran and Mao Mao about this.

When he first entered the Valley of the Wicked, he had another attack, blood spattering three feet in the hall.Mo Yu's martial arts progressed so rapidly, maybe he did not borrow the secret of Hongchen to suppress the madness factor.

There was always a kind of fear lurking in his heart. He was afraid that one day when he could not control himself completely, he would personally... kill his most important friend and brother.

In the dead of night, he always had a nightmare.In the dream, he seemed to have personally killed an existence that was very important to him.However, when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything.It's just that kind of faint fear has been tormenting his heart all the time, making him restless.

Occasionally, he would also think of a long time ago, when he was chased...and left that broken home.

He still doesn't know who killed his relatives.

The Valley of the Wicked, Little Shaolin, Mo Yu occupied this place as the leader.

In the past two years, his black hair has grown a lot, and his figure has also grown a lot. The once immature boy has gradually matured after experiencing the tempering of the Valley of the Wicked.

At this moment, he was thinking about a question, the female swordsman named Lin Keren in the Kunlun battle last time... I always feel that she is a bit familiar, very similar to the person who died long ago.

Maomao was too young back then, I'm afraid she couldn't remember her appearance clearly, maybe... I should tell Ah Ran.That matter has always been a knot in his heart. If that person had survived back then, maybe Ah Ran's knot in his heart could also be untied.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Yu still made a decision. Now that he is in the Valley of the Wicked, he can't go to investigate. Maybe the silly boy Mao Mao only remembers the name Xiao He, so let Ah Ran confirm it himself.

Without further hesitation, Mo Yu raised his hand and wrote, telling the truth about what he saw and guessed, then sealed the letter and handed it to Mo Sha to send it.

Mo Yu stood on a high place with his hands behind his back, looking at the dim Sansheng Road in the distance, and sighed silently, hoping that the result will be as he wished.

Still unaware of the horrifying news he was about to receive, Ming Feiran was invited to visit Qixiufang with his Tibetan sword disciples.

Ye Fangze put one hand on the shoulder of the silver-haired boy, and said with a shameless smile: "Xiao Feiran, let me tell you, the girls in Qixiu are not as rough and thick as us, so you must be careful when the time comes." Don't invite people to compete again, this is too confusing. We are here to watch the singing and dancing, remember?"

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, the silver-haired boy lifted the hand on his shoulder with two fingers expressionlessly, and tossed it away casually. His bright dislike made the other two girls who were dressed in jewels beside him feel the weight. The young master laughed out loud.

"Tsk tsk, Fangze, your name is really correct. I like to play, so don't spoil Feiran. Be careful that you will feel better if the big owner finds out."

"That is to say, Feiran is obviously more popular with the big villa owner than you, but don't make Feiran into a dishonest person like you, maybe the senior brother from Chunyang Yuxu's lineage will come to you Tea (duel) time."

Ye Fangze, who was disliked, didn't take it seriously. He has always been unrestrained and unrestrained. The second villa owner had a headache for a long time, but this guy is so talented and makes people reluctant to waste money.Ye Hui loved and hated him at the same time, and more than once privately sighed why Ye Fangze was so lazy.

If it wasn't for the big villa owner, maybe this guy would have been thrown into the sword mound to hone his temper.

Not caring about Ming Feiran's disgusting gaze, the man in golden attire with a hidden sword put his hands on them with a playful smile, and pressed most of his body together, "Don't listen to their nonsense, Xiao Feiran, Brother, I will take you to see it well, how can you not have a few confidante friends in this world~"

Sighing helplessly, Ming Feiran averted his gaze, it was a bit hurtful to look at these golden attires all day long, so let's change the horizon.

As for some out-of-shape guy on his shoulders...

The silver-haired boy raised the corners of his lips slightly, thinking about how to mention a certain person to the Second Villa Master, Xu Sichun, so it's better to make a decision earlier, so as not to harm the innocent.

Ye Fangze suddenly shivered, shook his body, and muttered to himself: "It's strange, it seems to feel a chill."

The silver-haired boy said calmly: "Don't be so delicate, it's cold in what weather."

"Delicate?!" The bastard who was said to be delicate suddenly frowned, dismissed the premonition just now as an illusion, and continued to chat with the silver-haired boy.Until the other two companions couldn't bear it any longer, they pulled out their epees and swung them up, "Shut up, delicate Granny Fangze, you almost talked about such a small thing, and your ears are covered with calluses!"

"Hun Dan, you are still not brothers, you actually attacked my handsome face! What if you are turned off by the girls in Xiufang later?!" Someone who was avoiding it touched his intact face , I rejoiced for a while, and then continued to die, "Oh~ I know, you must be afraid that I will attract the attention of the girls, so you want to ruin my handsome face first, right? It's too insidious! !!"

The two Cangjian Second Young Masters who were named as insidious looked at each other and smiled sinisterly, "Hehe...that's right, we want to attract more attention for you! You're welcome, Fangze, are we brothers? "

"Come on, don't hide, accept our brotherhood!" After finishing speaking, the two tacitly agreed, one left and one right, raised the epee, and then... shot, face, swung——

"Stop!!!" Someone struggled and let out a scream.

The silver-haired boy quietly stepped aside as if nothing had happened, avoided the fight between the three of them very naturally, and sighed slightly melancholy as he looked at the big boat under his feet.

How old is Ye Fangze, why is he still so outspoken? I really don't have a long memory... Fortunately, the boat is strong enough, otherwise let them swim all the way.

. . . He will certainly supervise carefully in the boat.

Fortunately, the hidden sword villa is rich and powerful, and the quality of the ships it belongs to is also very guaranteed.Under the struggle of the three little yellow chickens trying to restrain themselves, the creaking big ship arrived at the pier of Qixiufang safely.

The silver-haired boy got off the boat, looked back at the tortured ship, and couldn't help sighing, it's really not easy...

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