Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

No one expected this turning point. The originally crowded crowd backed away with a "crash", immediately giving them a large space.

Some of the crowd whispered openly, and they were already discussing their origins.

The Fuyao sect has been out of people's sight for a long time. Except for the great power who became the thousand-year king and 8-year-old tortoise at that time, few people have heard of it so far. All the way on the pier, there was a show about what it means to be rich and powerful, so that others couldn't figure it out. They all heard about the prodigal sons of this faction.

Although the practitioners can ignore the riches and honors of the mundane world, but what about the island master?

Yan Zhengming, who didn't come out to deal with people very much, didn't know that at this moment, they and his party seemed to have become a thorn in the eyes of others.

Cheng Qian, who stood up at this time, looked only eleven or twelve years old, holding a lonely wooden sword in his hand, like a child's toy, standing there motionless.

Someone in the crowd already said bitterly: "This kid is so crazy, isn't there an elder in the sect to take care of him?"

Another person said: "Why, haven't you heard that the island master allowed them to enter the lecture hall? Which decent sect would send its own children to other people's lecture hall?"

"That's strange, why is the island owner so partial to them?"

"Who knows? The young master from a rich family, maybe he is a relative of the royal family, maybe the family bought some treasures with a lot of money to impress the island owner and allow them to come in."

"This is really the spring and autumn dream that anyone can dream of asking for immortality. Is the road of cultivation so easy?"

Yan Zhengming was insane, and he became more and more aware that Cheng Qian, the young master, was just as reliable as a mirror—it just seemed to exist!

His face was frosty, and he almost gritted his teeth and whispered: "Cheng, Qian!"

Cheng Qian is not deaf, of course he heard other people's comments, and he recalled it almost immediately - it turns out that their life on the island will not be sad in the future, but has already begun to be sad.

After the ostentation, the news of the world came quickly, and Cheng Qian almost suspected that what the master said when he boarded the ship was a prophet.

But that's it...

Cheng Qian didn't actually intend to do anything, he just made a gesture to show the people on Qinglong Island.

Firstly, the opponent has just been defeated, and there is no reason to go to the ring again. Secondly, he also knows his age, not to mention these immortals, even in the mortal world, there is no such thing as a big man who cares about fists with a ten-year-old boy. reason.

It wasn't until then that Cheng Qian realized that he was a little bit stuck.

If he had a clever and clever mouth, he might just be prevaricated at this time and it would be over. He is not a big man, he is only as tall as someone's chest, and it doesn't matter if he loses face. Little life is the most important thing——Cheng Qian was born Will not be a naughty naughty boy.

His mind turned quickly, and he went through all the moves that were coming and going in the ring just now in his mind. After the pass, not only did he not retreat, but he turned his heart and thought: "Do it, do it, I will do it!" Not necessarily afraid of you."

Cheng Qian didn't take a step back, and ignored Yan Zhengming's warning. He cupped his fists as if there was no one else around, and said to the casual swordsman: "I have also learned swordsmanship at home for a few days, but I am not good at it. Jian, I also asked this brother to give me some advice."

I don't know which Yeluzi sect the defeated Sanxiu swordsman came from, and he can afford to let go of his face. Hearing this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "I don't dare to be a teacher. Since the young master can stay without taking the test In the lecture hall, there must be something unique and extraordinary.”

As soon as he said that, the people around him laughed softly - most of them laughed at him for being shameless.

Someone watching the excitement interrupted and said, "Second brother Zhang, since this little brother challenges you, you should accept it. If you win, why don't you ask the island owner to open a back door for you too!"

Han Yuan said angrily: "What if you lose? Get down on your knees and call... oh!"

Li Yun covered his mouth and firmly suppressed the shit-stirring stick.

The defeated swordsman raised his eyebrows pretendingly: "Ah, what did that little brother just say? What if I lose?"

Cheng Qian slowly leveled the wooden sword, made a gesture of raising his hand, and said indifferently: "Don't dare, junior brother speaks out of words, I'm laughing at you—please."

Yan Zhengming was so angry that he was about to go forward and grab Cheng Qian back without hesitation, when he slipped a step, a folding fan that came from nowhere suddenly swung across in front of him, blocking his way.

I saw that it was a man dressed in a long robe and dressed as a scholar, with a pair of slender eyes, he glanced at Yan Zhengming in a restrained manner, and said with a frivolous smile: "Hey, don't rush to stop the head of Yan, let me let you go!" Let's take a look at the kung fu of your noble disciples."

"Get out of the way!" Yan Zhengming knocked the man's wrist with the bottom of his saber.

Li Yun: "Brother, don't..."

Before the tail of Yan Zhengming's sword touched the corner of his clothes, an invisible force hit his scabbard, and the force traveled along his hand to his chest, and Yan Zhengming retreated with one blow After taking three steps, his chest felt so tight that he almost vomited blood.

Li Yun quickly helped him from behind: "Brother!"

Yan Zhengming swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and stared fiercely at the man in the robe.

The man didn't pay attention to him at all, and opened the fan in a leisurely manner, pretending to fan the fan in front of him, and the words "Think Twice Before Acting" were written on the fan happily.He smiled meaningfully: "It's not the bearing of a head to be so reckless."

This person clearly came here to trouble them!

The casual swordsman had already failed in the Qinglong test anyway, so he simply broke the jar and didn't care at all that Cheng Qian only had a tattered wooden sword in his hand, and even put aside his superficial politeness. Peeled over.

This is not the end, he got his sword from no one knows where, it is blessed with a spell, and this casual swordsman does not know what kind of strange skills, the sword wind has not yet arrived, and the evil wind that blows people's skin hurts Already arrived first.

The wooden sword was not a solid object. Cheng Qian knew that he didn't have the skill of his master, so he avoided the sharp edge and turned around to get out of the way.

Seeing that he only backed away but didn't respond, the casual swordsman immediately went insane, jumping up and down to make his useless sword moves like flowers and butterflies, forcing Cheng Qian to dodge all over the field.

The scholar in robes standing in front of Yan Zhengming looked at the two people in the arena as if he was playing a monkey, and said with a smile: "The junior brother of your sect is young, but he has the determination to strike late."

He "praise" Cheng Qian with a sarcasm in a sarcasm, he would only run away with his head in his arms, and Yan Zhengming's knuckles holding the saber turned blue. Ever since he was a child, has he ever been bullied like this?

The casual swordsmen in the arena pressed forward step by step, and said with a smirk, "Is your sect's superb swordsmanship just to teach you to dodge?"

While speaking, the wooden hairpin on Cheng Qian's head was injured by the sword wind he brought up, and it was broken in two immediately, and most of his hair fell out immediately.

Loose cultivator swordsman: "You'd better go home and eat milk... Ugh!"

Cheng Qian was caught off guard at this time and fought back.

He jumped sideways, tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and then turned around with a sword "Sea Tide Watching the Moon".

This is the opening chapter of Haichao swordsmanship, coincident with the sound of Jiang Haitao's sudden grandeur, and the way of opening and closing, the wooden sword rolled past like a thousand waves, and there was a faint thrilling whistling, which forced the scattered Xiuqing couldn't help but stagnate.

Two kinds of people are suitable for this kind of move, one is the one who is stupid and rough, let you do whatever you want, I will blow it away; the other is the one who is cruel and black, such as Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian practiced swords very diligently, but he hadn't fought with people very much. He didn't have an on-the-spot reaction, and no matter how proficient his moves were, even if the casual swordsman whose sword was broken by someone was not high-level, he couldn't be someone else's. opponent, so Cheng Qian didn't want to see the trick from the beginning.

When Cheng Qian watched the battle, he could tell that the loose swordsman's sword moves were full of craftsmanship, so he ventured to guess that the opponent's moves should not change much.

Before, he concentrated on dodging left and right, because he only prepared one move at all, and waited for the opponent to get carried away with victory and pursue the attack, and then handed that broken move into his hands.

The wooden sword precisely tore apart the loose swordsman's sword wind, rubbed the edge of the iron sword, dodged the sharp edge cleanly, and took the Fuyao faction's unique mentality of using spells to hone the meridians, and slammed it hard on the scattered swordsman. Repair the face.

Of course, the Wufeng wooden sword wouldn't let his blood splatter three feet on the spot, but the loose swordsman was still stunned by the beating on the spot, and saw a bloody gash at the corner of his mouth, tearing his lips into three There was a rabbit's mouth, and a bruise was left on his face, which swelled into a steamed bun in the blink of an eye, and he didn't know if he lost his teeth.

There is a saying that slapping people does not slap people in the face, this slap was so shocking that everyone was almost in an uproar.

Even the scholar with the folding fan in his hand was stunned: "What a mean brat."

Cheng Qian succeeded in one blow, and already regretted it a little, feeling that he might make things worse.

Therefore, he didn't dare to show any favors, but just retracted the wooden sword expressionlessly, the tip of the sword drooped vertically to show respect, folded his hands together, bowed his head and apologized: "I offended, thank you for your enlightenment."

The casual swordsman covered his face and was speechless, the scholar holding the folding fan raised his eyebrows, took his Sansi folding fan back into his palm, and commented thoughtfully: "It's so cruel and restrained, which is a bit interesting."

When Cheng Qian lowered his eyes, he glanced at Qinglong Terrace from the corner of his eye, and saw a few guardians whispering to each other, and Tang Wanqiu even smiled a little. Then he wiped the cold sweat from his palms on the hilt of his sword, feeling that he could Barely regarded as successful and retired.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, "Let's cause less trouble and offend others in the future."

But the matter was obviously not over yet. Although Cheng Qian seriously apologized, when he turned around with the wooden sword in hand, there was still an inhuman roar behind him.

"Stop, little bastard!"

Then, there was a sharp "woo" sound behind him, and Cheng Qian instinctively hid to the other side, but someone in front of him blocked his way impartially, Cheng Qian was almost unable to avoid it, so he had no choice but to raise his hand as much as possible in vain. wooden sword.

At this moment, a hand grabbed his elbow violently, Cheng Qian tilted his center of gravity, and hit the man's chest directly, only to hear two clear metal collision sounds and a cracking sound, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly ——The Sanxiu swordsman who had been slapped in the face in righteous indignation slashed behind him without hesitation, and Cheng Qian was pulled away by the senior brother who rushed out suddenly.

Yan Zhengming's saber, which hadn't had time to draw it out of its sheath, knocked the loose swordsman's sword aside.But the brother Heitan of the loose cultivator took advantage of this moment to throw a piece of broken silver with great strength, and hit the tail of Yan Zhengming's saber. He turned a corner and scratched Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

Cheng Qian's eyes turned red in an instant.

Yan Zhengming was furious at first, but before he could get angry, he had already been defeated by the sharp pain of "severe injury"—his next move was to draw a sword and slash someone, but it didn't take shape because he felt that half of his injured body had already There is no power to restrain the chicken.

Of course, outsiders don't know the reason for this. From others' point of view, this too young Master Yan just held his sword and remained motionless, showing a sophistication rarely seen in young people.

Yan Zhengming took a long breath of cool air calmly, and then said slowly: "I have learned a lot today."

When things got to such an extent, Tang Wanqiu, who was next to Qinglong Terrace, finally spoke up.

It was inconvenient for her to leave Qinglongtai, and she stood far away, but her voice came out word by word, as if it exploded in everyone's ears: "Qinglong will try to leave the field as soon as possible, and not stay in the field to make trouble, you take it as this Where!"

Seeing that the people from Qinglong Island had come out to speak, the Sanxiu brothers looked at each other, but they didn't dare to continue to challenge. They stared at Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming viciously, then disappeared into the crowd and left.

Yan Zhengming hissed softly, put down Cheng Qian, and said in a low voice, gritted his teeth, "Go."

Cheng Qian tightly grasped the corner of his sleeve, the brocade clothes almost made a few holes with his fingers, and he whispered in Yan Zhengming's ear almost inaudibly: "I want their lives."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback, barely suppressed the grinning expression, and asked with some paralysis: "What did you say?"

Cheng Qian glanced at his blood-stained shoulder with red eyes: "One day I will crush them all to ashes."

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and slapped him on the back: "Nonsense... hiss, ouch... talk nonsense and slap your mouth!"

Cheng Qian took a deep look at him, wrapped his arm around his neck, and supported him to walk back. Sure enough, he stopped talking, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of immature hatred—meaning he didn't say anything. Yes, but this account has already been engraved in my heart.

Some very big-hearted people seem to have some kind of special ability. No matter how happy or angry they are, as long as there is someone who is more emotional than him, he will immediately calm down like a god.For example, Yan Zhengming, he seemed to be angry just now, but after hearing Cheng Qian's words, he actually felt that his anger had subsided a lot.

Li Yun hurriedly came over to support Yan Zhengming, and released Cheng Qian's hand. Cheng Qian followed silently, without raising his eyes, staring down at the ground in front of him.

The four of them returned to their temporary residence on Qinglong Island without a word.

"Forget about the copper money," Yan Zhengming saw that Cheng Qian's expression was still not right, and he was a little afraid that he would really kill and steal, so he persuaded a little clumsily, "It was you who slapped someone else's face first, and no one can bear it. Don't be bothered."

Li Yun didn't expect to hear such words from the elder brother's mouth in his lifetime, so he glanced at him in horror, raised his hand tremblingly, and reached out to probe the elder brother's forehead.

Cheng Qian said nothing.

Yan Zhengming seemed to have discovered something suddenly. He turned half of his body like a zombie, reached out and lifted Cheng Qian's chin slightly, and said with some surprise: "Oh, copper coins, are you crying?"

For some reason, this discovery made Yan Zhengming a little bit elated, and even the injury didn't hurt so much. He happily raised his half-damaged tail, and said tremblingly: "Is it because I feel sorry for your brother and me? Alas, thank you You are so filial, or I will give you a special gift today to serve tea and water for the head."

Cheng Qian slapped his hand away: "Get lost!"

Then he rushed into his yard without looking back.

Yan Zhengming searched around, and saw a black stone pillar in a porch, and directed Li Yun: "Help me over there."

Li Yun thought he had something important to do, so he hurriedly carried him to the stone pillar. Seeing Yan Zhengming staring at the stone pillar intently, he asked with some concern, "Why... Senior brother, is there anything wrong with this gate pillar?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Yan Zhengming replied happily, "It's pretty clear."

It took Li Yun a long time to realize what he meant, and suddenly a sentence popped out in his heart: "It's really a dog who can't change eating shit."

Yan Zhengming looked at his image against the reflective stone, and thought that the small injury on the shoulder was harmless, and Bingmei had a special charm, and he was still very charming.

Cheng Qian's red eyes gave Yan Zhengming a strange feeling, as if a little wolf cub who ignored him all day long and gave him a mouthful for nothing suddenly secretly licked his wound in the dead of night. Don't mention more ironing posts.

In such an ironing post, the head of Yan took his big butt wound with "Oh, ah, yo", leaned on the wall delicately and entered the room, and was beautifully dressed in the midst of the frenzy of the gangsters. A vase that shatters when touched.