Did the villain act like a spoiled brat to the master?

In the end, Yuyang still failed to get what he wanted.

He was surrounded by Gu Ruoqing for a while, and finally Gu Ruoqing couldn't bear it anymore, and with a wave of his hand, Yu Yang was thrown out by a gust of wind.

Gu Ruo felt that this sudden incident was a bit strange, so he went to the center early the next morning to discuss with Qing Liansheng.

But young people never care about the affairs of the elders.

This year's Qingyun Martial Arts Tournament was held as scheduled. The sun was scorching and the wind was raging. The aura in the trial square was dazzling with the momentum of the sword.

Once the square outside the Central Pavilion was bustling with people running to watch the martial arts tournament, the North Hall seemed a little deserted.

Yu Yang had just finished training on the back mountain.The sun was shining today, and he was in a comfortable mood. He returned to the North Hall humming a little tune, with a jug of wine dug out from nowhere in his hand.

He is not wearing his disciple uniform today, but is wearing a black and red robe. He looks valiant in the sun. Occasionally he squints his eyes, or occasionally chuckles when he thinks of something interesting, and that aggressive handsome face instantly becomes Bright and eye-catching.

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang!"

Someone came running, yelling loudly.

Yuyang turned his head when he heard the sound, and raised his eyebrows: "It's you, what's the matter? Who deliberately provoked?"

The visitor was none other than Brother Yang's number one fanboy, the president of the "Northern Temple Bully" fan club - Zhang San.

Zhang San stopped panting and waved his hands, "Brother Yang! I finally found you! Why are you in no hurry for today's martial arts competition? There are only three more rounds to come!"

Yu Yang was noncommittal, with a lazy voice: "That kind of meaningless contest, whether to go or not, makes no difference."

He's been hanging around Gu Ruoqing recently, and he's not interested in these show-of-skill competitions.

He doesn't even know who his opponent is.

"Okay, let's not talk about that," Zhang San looked around, "Brother Yang, I'm looking for you this time, and I have something else to do."

"Ok?"

"Well, the end-of-year exam is about to start soon..." Zhang San scratched his head and said in a low voice, "Brother Yang, you also know that Gu Xianshi's spiritual power technique has countless people hanging on it."

"Especially the magic practice that was newly opened a few years ago, oh my god, that is so abnormal! If it fails, it will have to be rebuilt..."

Zhang San cried and said: "Brother, you don't know, if I rebuild it again, I will have to go back to my mother's belly and rebuild it."

"So what do you want?"

Zhang San immediately regained his spirits.

"That's right...Brother Yang, aren't you and Gu Xianshi very close..."

When Yu Yang heard this sentence, the corners of his mouth immediately turned up, and he said, "Well, yes, it's very intimate, so what?"

"So everyone hopes that you can take care of Gu Xianshi more recently, so that the old man can maintain a happy mood during the test, and it is best to draw the key points before the test..."

Before Yu Yang could speak, he suddenly heard a powerful spiritual announcement from the sky——

"Let's start the [-]th match: Lin Zizhu defending the lei square; Yu Yang attacking the lei square!"

As soon as Zhang San heard this, his eyes widened excitedly: "It's your turn, Brother Yang! Go, go!"

Yu Yang was frowning when he was pushed to the teleportation formation by Zhang San. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the competition site.

There was a sea of ​​people in the square, and the black disciples cheered heartily. When they saw Yu Yang appearing, they let out excited cries like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.

There was no wavering in Yu Yang's heart.

But come here, let’s fight.

He lifted the altar of wine in his hand expressionlessly, and Zhang San immediately went up to take it very understandingly.

With a flash of sword light, Yu Yang's figure landed on the ring.

For a while, the wind was buzzing, the young man's expression was indifferent, and the black and red robe seemed to gather the power of the world.

"Zizhu met Senior Brother Yu." Lin Zizhu was wearing a blue student uniform, with a delicate face, and greeted him gently.

But in fact, Fen Xi's extremely unbeatable voice was transmitted to Yu Yang's ears.

"Hahahaha Yuyang, you scumbag, surrender, or it will be ugly if you lose in a while?"

Yu Yang also passed the sound transmission: "Don't worry, I will leave you a breath in a while and let you climb down."

Fen Xi sneered: "You can't defeat me."

Yu Yang: "Really. I heard that there will be an end-of-year exam soon."

Fen Xi was startled, and sent a message: "What do you mean?"

Yu Yang: "If I remember correctly, you have been suspended four times, right? If you hang up for another year, you should be demoted to pull weeds?"

Fen Xi was poked at the sore spot, and couldn't help saying: "Whether you want to fight or not, don't delay me going back to review!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Zizhu rushed forward with his sword raised: "Surrender to death!"

Yu Yang stood motionless, calmly said: "I win, I will copy it for you this year."

Fen Xi: "!"

Everyone was still holding their breath, and in the next second, they saw Lin Zizhu's foot slipped and lay obediently under Yuyang's feet.

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows.

Fen Xi's voice was disgusting: "Brother, come and ravage me!"

A game for the Final Four is like this, it's over before it even starts.

Yu Yang glanced at Fen Xi, snorted softly, patted the dust off his clothes, turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly there was another spiritual notification from the top of his head——

"Let's start the final competition: defending the lei square, Yu Yang; attacking the lei square, Yun Qianqiu!"

There was another wave of uproar among the crowd.

Many people set their sights on the ring again with high expectations.

Yun Qianqiu and Yu Yang, these are the two most accomplished swordsmanship disciples of Taizong Qingyun in the past ten years!And they are all direct disciples of Gu Ruoqing, the chief elder of Emperor Qingyun Taizong!

When these two fought against each other, it was like a fight between gods and gods, a rare encounter.

After the briefing was over, Yun Qianqiu flew onto the ring and faced Yu Yang, who had dark eyes, in silence.

For a moment, the female disciples in the audience whispered shyly, exclaiming how handsome the two were.

"Senior Brother Yun." Yu Yang hooked the corner of his mouth and cupped his hands.

Yun Qianqiu also returned the gift, "Junior Brother Yu."

Although the two treated each other with courtesy, the atmosphere between them seemed to be full of invisible swords and swords, which was extremely oppressive.

"Senior brother Yun, I'm not polite to you, brother."

Before Yu Yang finished speaking, the two exchanged hands.

In an instant, the spiritual power and sword light on the stage made people dizzy. No one spoke around the square, and they all stared nervously at each move of the two swords.

A master's fight is usually only in seconds.

Soon, the two rounds were over.

Yu Yang and Yun Qianqiu each won once.

In the third round, the competition reached its climax, the crowd finally reacted, and the shouts became louder and louder. The whole square seemed to be ignited and exploded, full of voices.

"Senior Brother Yun, it's too slow to fight like this. Why don't we stab each other with swords, whoever can survive to the end wins?" Yu Yang looked at Yun Qianqiu and smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Yun Qianqiu nodded: "Okay."

Then, in the midst of everyone's attention, the two swords collided violently.

With a sound of "bang--", the sound of metal colliding was like thunder and explosions, and the scene was full of inspiration.

But soon, everyone sighed in disappointment.

I saw that Yu Yang's sword barely lasted for a moment, and it quickly broke into several pieces and flew away.

Yu Yang showed regret, "It seems that today is an unfortunate day, this sword was broken here, what a pity."

Yun Qianqiu looked gloomy and did not speak.

Yu Yang arched his hands, and continued: "But senior brother is better at it, and Yu Yang has gained a lot."

The young man in black has a bright smile, a slender and strong figure, and a chic demeanor, as if he doesn't care about success or failure at all, and looks very romantic in the sun.

There was a little girl secretly blushing, thinking of the name Yuyang in her heart.

"Senior brother, Yuyang still has something to do and needs to go back to the North Hall first, so I will take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, Yu raised his hand, and the wine jar in Zhang San's arms flew to his palm again.Then, a formation lighted up under his feet and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Yun Qianqiu looked at the looming Hanqing Pavilion in the north, and silently got off the ring.

"Senior Brother Yun's swordsmanship has improved to a new level recently, and he can defeat Junior Brother Yu with a single sword." A graceful figure in a white dress approached, with a soft voice, "Xing'er admires it."

Yun Qianqiu looked at the gentle woman with a veil in front of her, and shook her head

He knew that the last move was not because of his superior skills, but because of Yu Yang's intentional release.

"That's not his saber, he didn't want to fight me."

The sword that Yu Yang participated in the competition today was just a rough iron sword.

Yun Qianqiu remembered that the sword Yuyang pulled out was made of black iron, covered in black, with red inlaid blades, a look he had never seen in the fairy world.

That sword, just looking at it, can make people feel cold all over.

He never figured out how this kind of evil sword, which seemed to grow in the sword mound in the magic cave, would appear on Qingyun Taizong's sword mountain.

"No matter what," Xiao Xing'er looked at Yun Qianqiu with her beautiful eyes, her cheeks were a little flushed, "In Xing'er's eyes, senior brothers are the most powerful."

Yun Qianqiu looked at Xiao Xing'er's white clothes, and couldn't help lowering his eyes, but politely said: "Thank you, Xing'er."

Gu Ruoqing finally got a sum of money from Chen Xiao.

Qing Liansheng's suzerainty can be described as honest and upright, and the savings in the sect's treasury are too small to bear to look at directly. Gu Ruoqing couldn't bear to ask Qing Liansheng to allocate funds for this trip, so he could only force Chenxiao, a local tycoon, to pay.

Chen Xiao's family has been in business for generations, and they are extremely rich. They are simply representatives of all evil capitalists.

After Gu Ruoqing succeeded in making soft and tough tricks, the sky was already approaching dusk, and the annual martial arts tournament was also being cleaned up.

He heard that it was Yun Qianqiu who won the championship again this year, so he wasn't too surprised. He planned to find a time to send some magic weapon to express his comfort, and the etiquette passed.

Gu Ruoqing returned to Hanqing Pavilion, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of wine.

"Master." A familiar voice sounded.

Then, a pair of hands helped him straighten his collar, and helped him take off his outer robe embroidered with faint fine lines.

When Gu Ruoqing heard this, he sighed, but followed his movements and turned sideways: "Why are you here today?"

The man was obviously still in high spirits in the arena just now, but now his voice was a little bit aggrieved: "I have nothing to do, so I can't come?"

Gu Ruoqing said: "I was thrown out last night, did I learn a lesson?"

Yu Yang was dissatisfied: "The disciples came here today, but to convey the aspirations of the disciples."

Gu Ruoqing was puzzled: "What is your inner voice?"

Yu Yang rolled his eyes and said with a smirk: "A disciple wants me to give Master a response, saying that Master's question is inappropriate."

When Gu Ruoqing heard it, it was the students below who sent representatives to give feedback on teaching.

He immediately asked seriously, "What's wrong?"

Yu Yang looked at him, and said sincerely: "A lot of disciples below said that the teacher's question is too simple."

Gu Ruoqing was taken aback.

Is it simple?

But why are there still so many people hanging on the southeast branch?

"Because it is too simple, everyone disdains to do it, or do it casually, otherwise they feel that filling in the correct answer is an insult to their intelligence."

Yu Yang's expression seemed absolutely true, he was filled with sighs, and was taken aback by Gu Ruoqing.

"is that so……"

"Yes! So Master should make the questions more difficult, and the amount of questions should be larger. It's better to use the questions that I usually test, so as to arouse everyone's desire to challenge, and the pass rate will be higher!"

Gu Ruoqing thought for a while, and said, "Although there is something wrong, it still seems to make sense."

"Yes! I think so too."

Gu Ruoqing nodded.

But what he didn't know was that through Yu Yang's reaction, the failure rate of the North Hall this year successfully surpassed that of the South Hall. ".

But at this time, Yu Yang just smiled like a harmless puppy, and began to hug Gu Ruoqing as if asking for credit: "Master, I have reflected the wishes of the disciples, should I be praised?"

Gu Ruoqing couldn't help laughing: "What do you want?"

"Not much, I just hope that Master can autograph and engrave my saber personally, okay?"

After speaking, Yu Yang put a sword on Gu Ruoqing's table.

When Gu Ruoqing saw it, he couldn't help but gasp.

The evil sword is completely black, the two sides of the sword body are like fishbone-like sharpness, and the blade is glowing red, just like the bloody baptism before the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

"Hate" is the name of this sword.

The sword is like a person, just one word sums up Yu Yang's life in the book.

Gu Ruoqing couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroked the cold blade like the fangs of a beast, and said, "This sword...have you named it?"

"Not yet," Yu Yang looked at Gu Ruoqing and frowned, "What's wrong with Master? Don't you like this sword?"

"If Master doesn't like it, I'll melt it down tomorrow, smash it into rotten iron, and throw it under the cliff."

Gu Ruoqing shook his head: "The sword you pulled out must be destined for you."

"This sword...is called 'Breaking Hate'."

Hatred comes, love comes from the heart.

Standing beside Gu Ruoqing, Yu Yang watched as Gu Ruoqing held the red-burned puncture needle, rolled up his long sleeves, exposed a part of his arm, and carved two strong and powerful characters on the black sword.

When the fire light faded, Gu Ruoqing covered the notch with cinnabar.

He channeled some spiritual power into the word "Breaking Hate" to ensure that the engraving is smooth and even.

Gu Ruoqing thought about it, just in case, and took advantage of Yuyang's inattention, and left a trace of consciousness on the sword.

In this way, if something goes wrong with the sword and its owner, he will be the first to know.

Yu Yang looked at Gu Ruoqing's engraving with his head bowed, his white hair fell down his shoulders to the side of his face, but it couldn't block the serious and peaceful eyes of the fairy on the mountain top.

At that moment, he had an illusion that the years were quiet.

But Yuyang is always rebellious.

Seeing Gu Ruoqing's appearance of bending over and leaving the world quietly, he couldn't help but want to do something to disturb him, offend him, want to see how he looks at him with reproachful eyes but sighs and endures.

Then he did.