"10,000 catties of spiritual rice!"

When he heard this number, the corners of Song Beiye's eyes couldn't help jumping. Rao is the land of Shenzhou is abundant, and the output of spiritual rice is extremely huge, but for the true inheritance of an inferior sect, the number of 10,000 catties is not idle. What's more, when Liang Qiufeng spoke, his eyes burned and he looked very confident.

He wants to use 10,000 catties of spiritual rice as a bet to fight with him!

To fight, or not to fight?

The problem was kicked back to his side all of a sudden, Song Beiye swallowed his saliva, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be wondering if it would be the other party who deliberately bluffed and scared people.

However, Liang Qiufeng's expression was calm, and the slightest flaw did not leak out.

When they heard that they were betting on 10,000 catties of spiritual rice, the people of Zhongnan Sword Gate were also in an uproar, and they took it for granted that the master of the gate dared to make this request, and he must be confident.

"The master of the door is mighty!"

Immediately, someone shouted loudly to help the voice.

But it was the Abin.

Master Gu Chengyang glared at him.

Abin's neck shrank, but the other teenagers around him were stimulated and shouted in unison.

The sound condensed and gathered, and the mountains were shocked.

Hearing this, the representatives of the thirteen sects were all shocked: this newly established Zhongnan Sword Sect looked chaotic and had no masters who could do it, but it had a strong centripetal force and a vigorous and upward spiritual outlook.

This is often lacking in the gradual disappearance of the old sects.

Liang Qiufeng stood up and took a step forward: "Song Gongzi, how is it?"

Song Beiye gritted his teeth, so far, he can't admit cowardice, besides, he also has a great chance of winning: "Please let the master of Liangmen go." ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Liang Qiufeng's mouth, and with the sword in his hand, he walked out and confronted him.

Song Beiye took a breath, although his cultivation realm overpowered Liang Qiufeng, but somehow, he was always uneasy, so he had to be cautious.

As a genius, it is one thing to have outstanding qualifications, but you also have to keep up with the actual combat experience. If the eyes are empty, the pride and complacency often reap the consequences.

These are all clichés.

"Please!"

With a simple word, the sword in his hand swished, and it stabbed over.

This sword seems to be sharp, but in fact it is virtual and real, and it is more of a kind of spy. Compared to the battle with Zuo Ming just now, there is no doubt that the strategy has changed significantly.

Liang Qiufeng grasped the injury sword, took a step to the left, and gently let it go.

The two sides fight, you go back and forth, and the speed of attack and defense is very fast. In just a few moments, more than ten rounds of battle have been fought.

It's just that many people present can see that the two people in the battle are secretly forbearing, and they haven't shown their true skills at all, and they just probe each other.

In fact, it is no wonder that no matter how you say it, one side of each other is the host and the other side is the guest. If you start a life-and-death struggle as soon as you look at each other, the taste will be completely different.

The sword shadow was vertical and horizontal, and Song Beiye became more and more sure in his heart: it seems that this Liang Qiufeng is not as powerful as the legend, even if the sword qi is condensed, it must not be stimulated casually......

Suddenly, Liang Qiufeng let out a long laugh: "Since Song Gongzi is so polite, then Liang will take the initiative." ”

After that, the sword momentum changed in vain, and Sen Senran was sensitive.

If the two of them were like drinking at the table just now, you toast me with a glass, I toast you with a cup, at least they still maintain the surface politeness, then now Liang Qiufeng's initiative is equivalent to holding a big jar of wine in his hand, forcing the other party to drink it all in one go, and see if he can't choke you.

Dry!

Song Beiye hesitated, but was preempted by Liang Qiufeng, and he was very unwilling. Unfold the sword technique in time, use the moves that you are proud of in your life, and immediately seize the advantage.

The two of them fought fast, and the sound of the blades colliding was incessant, like beads falling on a jade plate, rolling non-stop.

During this period, the true qi burst out, shooting out all around, sneering, and stabbing countless irregular small holes in the ground, densely packed, like a beehive.

This is the distinguishing feature of the Airway Warrior Battle.

The two sides fought fiercely, fully engaged, and soon fought a real fire.

Song Beiye wanted to defeat Liang Qiufeng in one fell swoop, stomp on the face of Zhongnan Jianmen to the ground, and raise his name, but Liang Qiufeng couldn't be obediently at the mercy of others.

For the onlookers, the expectations of victory and defeat are also great, and they are so engrossed in watching that they are reluctant to blink their eyes more.

Liang Qiufeng's swordsmanship is a bit unique, looking scattered, but occasionally a sword comes out, it is an unexpected sword, which can change the situation of the battle at once.

It can be seen from this that Song Beiye learned swords, paid attention to systematization and unification, and his hard work was basically used in a proud martial art; Liang Qiufeng learned more miscellaneous, and his kendo attainments were all based on "Sword Heart Carving Dragon" as the core, and "Yongzi Eight Swords" as the form of the table.

However, "Yongzi Eight Swords", called Eight Swords, is actually eight sword trajectories, which can be said to cover the changes in the world's sword momentum, and melt into one furnace, or point, or horizontal, or apostrophe, or fold, there is no one like it. Therefore, if you master the essence of it, other swordsmanship can be turned into your own use and show your own style if it falls into the hands of Liang Qiufeng.

Of course, at this stage, his attainments in "Sword Heart Carving Dragon: Yongzi Eight Swords" are still very superficial, and it is impossible to achieve the realm of Dacheng that gathers the strengths of all families.

Even so, it can be used to deal with Song Beiye, but it is enough.

At the beginning, Liang Qiufeng had a sword in the east and a sword in the west, and another sword in the middle, but it was chaotic. As the sword momentum took shape, it rose coherently, and the sword moves that looked like children's graffiti gradually merged, just like countless branch streams merging into rivers, continuous, turbulent, and irresistible.

The sword momentum is surging!

Rivers can annihilate mountains.

The more Song Beiye fought, the more frightened he became, his confidence was shattered little by little, and his steps began to retreat.

Some people watching the battle sighed: Song Beiye has been defeated......

Sonor!

With a loud roar, the sword in Song Beiye's hand was almost unstable, and the person fell backwards and flew out, standing on the ground, sweating profusely, and was shocked to see Liang Qiufeng.

"You lose, leaving 10,000 catties of spiritual rice. ”

Liang Qiufeng collected his sword, in fact, he took advantage of the situation to regulate his breath. It's been a long time since he's been fighting people so heartily, and in addition to one victory, he has a deeper understanding of the way of the sword. Sure enough, the best ladder of progress is to participate in battles and realize the Tao through battle.

Song Beiye cried with a sad face and said, "Master Liangmen, I only have a thousand catties of spiritual rice on me......"

He and the other sect representatives originally came to Shenbi Peak as guests, and they were also preparing to get rid of Ma Wei, where would they have so much spiritual rice on their bodies.

Liang Qiufeng said: "The spirit rice is not enough, and the pill is made up." ”

Song Beiye took off the spiritual rice bag around his waist, took out the Qiankun bag, and finally liquidated, all the things that could be realized added up, only more than 5,000 catties of spiritual rice, which was still not enough.

"Not enough? Then this sword is barely worth five thousand catties of spiritual rice. ”

Liang Qiufeng took up the idea of the sword in Song Beiye's hand.

"What?"

Song Beiye quit: This sword is a treasure, given by the teacher, and the value is extraordinary.

"You want to pay off?"

Liang Qiufeng's face changed like a flip book.

Song Beiye couldn't let out the cruel words, and snorted: "I can't write an IOU?"

"No credit. ”

The Liang Sect Master refused resolutely.

In the end, Song Beiye had no choice but to be cheeky and borrowed 5,000 catties of spiritual rice from representatives of other sects, and put them together and handed them to Liang Qiufeng.

Hey, it's a shame to be left home......

Some representatives of the sect who had friction with the Zhushan Sect couldn't help but secretly laugh. If this matter spreads, I believe it will soon become a big laughing stock in Nanling.

Song Beiye thought that someone would stand up for him, but at this time he realized that he was still too young. Before challenging Liang Qiufeng, those people deliberately blew the wind and said something about the united front to jointly embarrass Zhongnan Jianmen, but once they were defeated and lost their position, many faces immediately lost their enthusiasm.

It's not that they are on the side of the Zhongnan Sword Gate, but these sects are also hopeful in their hearts, and they are willing to watch the Zhushan Gate come out of the ocean.

Fortunately, there are still some friends who are willing to lend the spiritual rice, otherwise they can't take out the rice, maybe the sword in their hands can't be kept.

Abominable, hateful......

His face was flushed and seemed to be oozing blood.

"The master of the Liang Sect is really good at swordsmanship, so that Xiao Mou looks itchy, and he is noncommittal, whether he can appreciate his face, and fight with him in the next battle? ”

Suddenly, a person stepped out, thin and wearing a green shirt. A pair of Danfeng eyes look feminine.

Xiao Yangding, the deputy gang leader of the inferior sect Wuyang Valley, the realm of the sixth stage of the qi path, can be said to be the person who has the highest cultivation among the many representatives of Shenbi Peak who came this time.

With the cultivation of the sixth stage of the airway, finding a martial artist of the second stage of the airway, where is this a challenge, it is clearly a bully.

All the sword sects were filled with righteous indignation, and they almost couldn't help but scold, scolding this Xiao Yang for relying on the strong and bullying the weak, and being shameless to die. However, everyone is even more worried that once the matter is big, it will be out of control. After all, the shape is stronger than people, one is not good, today is the opening day of the sword gate, and it will also be the time to delist and extinguish the door.

An old man suddenly shook out of the hall, and said with a smile: "The gambling battle of 100,000 catties of spiritual rice, the old man is quite interested, Liang Qiufeng, I took this job." ”。 )