The atmosphere on the third floor of the entire floor suddenly fell silent and a little depressing.

On the table just now, Liang Qiufeng and Sun Zhengfei used square inches of land as a ring, and tea as a lure, you came and went, and they kept making moves.

This kind of confrontation is very different from the usual warrior fights, and it seems quiet. However, this is also the characteristic of the three-level tea party, if it is the interlocutor and the gatekeeper, opposing each other, and fighting without scruples, then it is not called a tea party, and it is not the main purpose.

Wendou has the rules of Wendou. In fact, from another point of view, it is more difficult. In addition to their own cultivation, they also pay attention to skills, and often skills are more important than cultivation.

Perhaps this is a deliberate act by the government, which is more beneficial to the interlocutors, and it can be regarded as a kind of fairness to find a balance.

Liang Qiufeng went all the way upstairs, not thrilling, the first level was a clever victory, and was considered to be a clever man; the second level was to break through the force, rude, and the spectators believed that he had a secret skill and won at a huge price.

Then came the third level.

Surprisingly, Liang Qiufeng did not show any decline, as if he was not affected by the use of secret techniques, and was still calm and vigorous.

This is contrary to common sense.

The guerrilla general was stunned, and he couldn't figure it out: In this way, the explosive power that Liang Qiufeng exerted in the second level was not the result of the forbidden technique at all?

If it weren't forbidden, why would it have such amazing power?

The mystery is still unsolved, and a new one is coming.

In snatching the tea, Liang Qiu Feng pointed at it, I don't know whether it is fingering or swordsmanship, but he got the second cup of tea from Sun Zhengfei's eyes and drank it leisurely.

"How much of the box-pressing kung fu is still hidden in this son's body?"

This question surfaced in everyone present. Looking at Liang Qiufeng's eyes, everything was different.

If Sun Zhengfei didn't care about being drunk the first cup of tea by Liang Qiufeng, then the second cup was drunk, and he was very devastated.

"The unpredictable finger of the ghost, if it is used again, and I am not sure to intercept it, what should I do?"

He was inexplicably a little panicked.

Liang Qiufeng smiled: "Please Mr. Sun pour the third cup of tea." ”

Sun Zhengfei stared at him deadly, as if he wanted to see through and dig out the hidden secrets.

"Please pour tea!"

Liang Qiufeng spoke again.

"Humph!"

Sun Zhengfei snorted coldly, feeling that he was suppressed by a hairy boy, and he lost his face, so he picked up the teapot and poured the third cup of tea according to the intention of his heart.

The tea is quiet and a cup of filling.

This is the last cup.

Tea was placed on the table, quietly, only the curling heat rose.

Waiting for the other party to pour the tea, Liang Qiufeng, who had been urging earlier, remained motionless, sitting upright, his eyes burning, and looking at Sun Zhengfei.

It's a bit of a seething.

If it was at the beginning, he would be looked at like this by Liang Qiufeng, he would disdain it, thinking that the kid was just bluffing and pretending. But after the previous two cups of tea, especially the unpredictable fingering, all perceptions suddenly changed.

On the contrary, he felt that Liang Qiufeng had no fear, and he would strike a fatal blow at any time.

Don't forget, Liang Qiufeng hasn't really come out of the sword yet.

Regarding the information and information of Zhongnan Village, many Nanling sects have already explored it clearly, and it is determined that they are definitely authentic sword cultivation origins.

But when it comes to sword cultivation, most of the cultivation is on a sword. It's just that today, Liang Qiufeng's expression has subverted cognition.

In this way, if the sword is drawn, what kind of amazing landscape will it be?

The two of them sat like this, you look at me, I look at you, and after watching for a while, no one moved, and the atmosphere was very strange.

The onlookers were also calm and silent. Some people slandered in their hearts: This Liang Qiu Feng broke through the three levels, which must have been deliberately set in advance, and each level had a different way of breaking through. It can be seen from this that this kid is not only for breaking through the guò, but also for the ingredient of Liwei.

Before the sect was established, the prestige was erected first.

Then when the Zhongnan Sword Gate was established, the other sects did not dare to act rashly and came into chaos.

It's just that in Shenzhou, in Nanling, Wei is so easy to stand? The tea party passed the pass smoothly, but it just stepped into the threshold, and the road behind it was long.

A sect, even if it is just an inferior sect, but if you think that you can rely on a few low-level guys in the air path to bare the lintel and stand tall, it is simply a dream.

Suddenly, there was a strange flow of qi upstairs, as if some divine weapon had been born, stirring up the air to become sharp. Brushing on people's bodies, like mangs on their backs, is very uncomfortable.

Everyone showed shocked faces, looked sideways, and landed on Liang Qiufeng. To be precise, it fell on the saber that fell on his waist.

The sheath is from the hand of the young, the workmanship is excellent, and it is very meticulous, but the materials are relatively ordinary.

However, at this time, on the body of this simple sword, there was a pounding sword momentum emanating from it.

The sword is in the sheath, not out of it, but first gathering momentum.

A true great swordsman, that sword is never drawn at the sight of someone. Most of the people who use swords at every turn are low-level sword-wielding warriors, looking mighty, but in fact they are vain.

The sword momentum is virtual and invisible. But the people upstairs were all airway-level martial artists, and they could feel it immediately, and some people even subconsciously bowed their waists, instinctively making a defensive posture.

Sun Zhengfei, who was sitting opposite Liang Qiufeng, was even more like a great enemy, his eyes were blazing, he didn't blink, staring at Liang Qiufeng's hand holding the sword to see when he would take out the sword.

Liang Qiufeng smiled suddenly, looking brilliant upstairs in the depressing atmosphere: "I'm going to take out my sword." ”

He actually said such a sentence.

To show that it is above board?

And or, deliberately misleading, confusing the audio-visual?

Sun Zhengfei swallowed his saliva with a grunt, only to feel that his palms began to sweat, and he was uncomfortable, and said: "Come out, what are you talking about." ”

Although he was talking, he didn't relax at all, for fear that Liang Qiufeng would attack. This guy is young, but he is cunning more cunning than the old rivers and lakes.

Laugh at!

Liang Qiufeng drew his sword out of the sheath, and the edge flashed.

Out of the sword, straight stab.

Point Sword Pose!

Sun Zhengfei's eyes widened, revealing despair. He suddenly found that even if Liang Qiufeng greeted him before he took out his sword, even if he knew that he was out of the sword, it was still useless. With such a short distance and such a swift sword style, there is no certainty of blocking it at all except for retreating.

The sword is shrouded and unstoppable.

Sun Zhengfei's body retreated violently, retreating in a hurry, smashing a table behind him into pieces, where could he take care of it? He clearly felt that if he retreated a little slower, he would die under the sword.

With a sword, the dust settles.

Sun Zhengfei retreated a few feet away, and only Liang Qiufeng was left sitting alone at the original table. The sword momentum was put away, and Jian Feng picked up the third cup of tea, held it, and faced him from afar:

"Thank you, Mr. Sun, for three cups of good tea!" (To be continued.) )