[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

The man in black was a little far away from Yang Jing, and was obstructed by the Song family, so he didn't know where Yang Jing got this sword. In addition, he thought that all the weapons Yang Jing used to were cut off. What's more, he didn't care about it being used casually for temporary use. The man smiled strangely, and pretended to persuade: "Eldest young master, why do you do this? The Song family is not related to you, why should you do it for him?" home and become enemies with your real relatives?"

The more the man talked, the angrier he became, and later he became infected, and unconsciously used a lecture tone.

Yang Jing held the Dongming Lingxi sword, and it became more and more smooth. The aura in his body automatically circulated very smoothly. After comparing it, he found that the aura was blocked and sluggish in his body before. Yang Jing was shocked and shocked by the sudden change He was happy, but after hearing the man's words, all the joy dissipated. He felt a fire ignited in his heart, and even the aura in his body became irregular. He slowly straightened his face, and his dark eyes flashed After disdain, my mind couldn't help recalling the Yang family's various reactions to him after occupying this body, disgust, disdain, teasing, calculation, but no concern. Nose snorted and sneered, "A real relative?"

After chewing those few words, he actually started to laugh slowly, his straight nose was slightly wrinkled, the corners of his mouth were slightly opened and raised, his fair face was dyed a little red, the surrounding was silent, only listening to the clear tone, like beads falling Yupan, when he had laughed enough, he raised his voice abruptly, looked at the man and repeated, "Real relatives?"

The man frowned, hearing Yang Jing's sarcasm, feeling sorry for Dean Yang in his heart, with sparks in his eyes, he waved the weapon in his hand, and said in a low voice: "If that's the case, please teach me, Eldest Young Master!"

Yang Jing couldn't say why, compared to the inexplicable self-confidence just now, now he really felt that he was stronger than the other party, and he could even see the other party's subtle expressions or movements clearly, and he completely grasped the other party's reaction in his heart.

This time he didn't take a roundabout tactic, he directly rushed over with the Dongming Lingxi sword, the three Dongming suits activated the speed bonus, his body was tall and straight, like a nimble flying swallow, he came to the man in the blink of an eye, It landed lightly and silently, and the wide blade of the sword was in front of the man's eyes in an instant, with a dazzling blue edge.

The man's heart tightened, and he leaned backwards. After several backflips, he landed three meters away. He broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know why Yang Jing's movements suddenly became so agile, and his movements were not as slow as before. Before he could think too much, Yang Jing had already chased him like a ghost, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed down head-on with awe-inspiring killing intent.

He was caught off guard just now, but now the man suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, collected his mind, looked at the long sword that seemed to him unpretentious and unpretentious, his eyes flashed cruelty, he used the same trick to dodge Yang Jing's attack sideways, swung the stab with his right hand to block, the weapon When they intersected, there was a clang, sparks that were even more gorgeous than before erupted.

Yang Jing was not as strong as the man, but he used the posture of pressing down to put all his weight on his body. The man wanted to extinguish Yang Jing's arrogance, not because he wanted to hit him, but because he wanted to cut off his sword again. , but he didn't use all his strength, he grasped the strength in his hand, and he was just right to contend with Yang Jing, his eyes were focused on the part where the weapons intersected, he was confident in his stabbing, and there was a slight smile on his face.

After the Dongming Lingxi sword is unsealed, Yang Jing can see its attributes. This sword is worthy of being exclusive to the Dongming Temple. Weapons made of precious materials are severed to vent evil spirits.

The two competed, and the Song family watched with trepidation. Song Chu was stunned, his mind was at a loss, and only the faint green glow of the wide sword was in his eyes. He had complicated thoughts, doubts, surprises, and too much to think about. Asking Yang Jing, he really wanted to rush forward to separate the two of them, and immediately cleared up his doubts. This eagerness made him restless, like a fire was burning in his heart, but his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar. Unexplainable self-denial, the hilt in his hand was just an ordinary hilt like dust, and no one looked at it when it was placed aside, but it shined brilliantly in Yang Jing's hands.

Everyone present was concerned about the competition between Yang Jing and the man. Only Mr. Song was a little worried about his little grandson. However, he was a little far away from Song Chu. He glanced over there, but he didn't attract Song Chu's attention. He sighed silently. , His hands trembled a little, and he turned his gaze again.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound of clicking, and the smile on the corner of the man's mouth widened. He subconsciously thought that Yang Jing's weapon was lost again, but his smile quickly froze on his face, because he realized that the crack was not Yang Jing's sword, but the crack. Is his own long thorn.

The man was horrified, he looked around anxiously, and subconsciously withdrew some strength. How could Yang Jing let him dodge, Mou Zujin pressed down again, and then the clicking sound continued, and a twisted shape appeared on the pitch-black thorn. The tiny cracks twisted, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, and finally there was a crisp sound, and the so-called extremely hard long thorn broke into several pieces.

The man couldn't believe it for a moment, lost his usual alertness, and stared blankly at the broken weapon in his hand.

Yang Jing took every subtle expression into his eyes, and suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if the plot where the Qingfeng sword was cut off just now was re-enacted, but the roles were reversed, he thought that he must have been so stupid at that time, So Yang Jing didn't feel relieved at this time, instead he didn't want to look at the man's expression any more. Without even thinking about it, he turned his wrist and pushed the man out with the hilt of his sword, and the man fell out. At this moment, I felt the turbid air in my heart spit out.

The man came back to his senses, but he was powerless, his body lost his balance and fell out, but he had good physical fitness and adjusted his posture in the air, so that when he landed, he was not as embarrassed as Yang Jing just now, but Yang Jing was not as kind as he was. , I saw that the man had just fallen to the ground, and Yang Jing had already chased him, with the broad sword against his neck.

Yang Jing held the sword in one hand, leaned over and half leaned, staring straight at the man, his eyes were full of smiles, Yang Jing did not forget the tone of the man's lesson just now, holding the sword and pressing down again, his lips Qingqi, "What are you, why should you teach me?"

The man was so ashamed at the moment, the corners of his eyes were red, but he couldn't say a word. All his subordinates were anxious and wanted to step forward, but because of the sword in Yang Jing's hand, they shouted in one go: "Young Master!" , don't deceive people too much!"

"Hmph!" Yang Jing snorted coldly, retracted his sword, and kicked the man with his foot. His crisp voice pierced the air, "Get out, I want to take Song Chu away, and let Yang Ting come to me in person!"

At this moment, the man still did not forget to defend his respected Dean Yang. He had a liver-colored face, veins bulging on his temples, and his lips were pursed into a straight line. Calling your father by his name?"

Yang Jing kicked over again, "Get lost!"

Although I didn't say that it's okay if Yang Jing wins, but the man was ashamed to stay in a daze for a while, and led him away without saying a word. Before he left, he gave Yang Jing a hard look. Eat him alive.

Yang Jing didn't care at all, just after showing off his prestige, he got the exclusive weapon of Dongming Guan, his heart was like eating honey, immersed in joy, he completely forgot that this weapon belonged to the early Song Dynasty, and he didn't know it at all. What does holding a sword mean to Song Chu.

After the people from the Academy of Sciences left, the Song family surrounded them. They knew Yang Jing's identity, so they had complicated feelings for him. They didn't know how far Yang Jing would go to fight his father for Song Chu, but anyway, today did help them. So they expressed their thanks.

After expressing his thanks, he let Song Chu out. Just now Song Chu had a lot of questions to ask, but he really faced Yang Jing, but he didn't know where to start. He could only see the sword in Yang Jing's hand, and said hesitantly: "Master, this sword..."

It was only then that Yang Jing remembered that the Dongming Lingxi Sword belonged to Song Chu. He also wondered where Song Chu got it, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He waved it twice fondly, and said casually, "Where did you get the Lingxi Sword?" ? Just as I can use it, give it to me."

Song Chu's expression darkened, and he murmured: "So this is called Lingxi Sword..."

After saying this sentence, he lost his mind and didn't say anything else.

Rao Yang Jing also sensed that something was wrong with him, and remembered that Song Keyang said that the Academy of Sciences wanted to arrest Song Chu for research, and that he was not a human being, so he couldn't help but put away his laughing expression, and asked seriously: "What's going on? Why did the Academy of Sciences arrest Song Chu? Do research, research what?"

He didn't shy away from mentioning the Academy of Sciences, but the other Song family members were a little embarrassed. After all, the dean of the Academy of Sciences was Yang Jing's biological father. He was angry, but he couldn't say anything bad about the Academy of Sciences in front of Yang Jing. Song Keyang, the most innocent, snorted, stared at the direction where the Academy of Sciences left, and cursed in a low voice: "There is no good thing in the Academy of Sciences!"

Song Keyang's parents glanced at Yang Jing in embarrassment and gave him a small pinch, but they still cared about Song Chu all the time.

Yang Jing looked at Song Chu, and then looked at Mr. Song suspiciously.

Mr. Song turned all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and finally turned into a wry smile. He coughed and said hoarsely: "Master Yang, thank you for your help this time. Let me go into the room to discuss the details. This sword..." Speaking of this, he looked at Song Chu with a complicated expression, and sighed quietly, "This sword is of great significance to Song Chu."

Song Chu's mother lowered her head and shed tears silently.