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"I'm Cangzhou Zhao Yifeng, come to challenge you Xiao Yihan!" the majestic young man shouted loudly, his voice booming, like spring thunder. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the hall, everyone's internal skills are good, but his voice is loud, like the sound of a bell, which makes his head buzz.

They were shocked, they didn't expect this Zhao Yifeng to have such a deep internal force!

As he spoke, Zhao Yifeng suddenly stretched out his hand, "choked", pulled out the long knife on his back, shook the blade, the cold light shook, the red silk fluttered, and the momentum was amazing.

Xiao Yuesheng laughed, shook his head, and turned his head to look around.

He thought to himself that if Nanyun and the others were here, they would have jumped out a long time ago, and they would have thrown him to the point of shame, or he would be embarrassed and angry, and he would not have to go out in person.

Zhao Yifeng held a long knife in his hand, staring at Xiao Yuesheng with blazing eyes, as if he wanted to devour people, and his face was full of provocation.

He also knew that Xiao Yihan was very famous, and he was afraid that he would not do anything with him, so he could only take the initiative to provoke him and anger him, or he might do it.

Such an act is a real risk, Xiao Yihan shocked the world with a sword, his heart is ruthless, and he is also well-known all over the world.

But this is also a shortcut to fame, besides, Zhao Yifeng is quite confident in his martial arts, he has had several adventures, and his internal strength is profound, even if he is a master of Fang Zheng who practices the Yijin Sutra, he is not afraid.

And the knife technique he practiced was obtained from an ancient silk silk, the knife style is simple, powerful, and difficult to match.

He is confident in his heart that there are only a few people in the world who can match him.

Therefore, he is ambitious, unwilling to become famous little by little, but wants to challenge Xiao Yihan, and the world will hear about it, and if he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster!

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, and said: "Cangzhou Zhao Yifeng, Zhao Shaoxia, your martial arts are not weak, and you are indeed a hero out of a young man." ”

"Pass the prize!" Zhao Yifeng smiled loudly, his expression was proud, and his eyes were slanted.

Xiao Yuesheng was still not angry, his expression was gentle, and he smiled lightly: "However, you are too late, I have already sealed my sword and retired to the mountains and forests, and I will no longer be a person in the martial arts." ”

Zhao Yifeng was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed, his face showed disbelief, and he turned his head to look at the rest of the people, his eyes were like blades, trying to see the truth and falsehood.

"This Zhao Shaoxia!" Lin Pingzhi stood up, took a step forward, and saluted with a fist: "What Mr. Xiao said is true, Mr. He has gone into hiding, you are here to challenge, it is not in line with the rules of martial arts!"

"Who are you sacred?!" Zhao Yifeng snorted disdainfully, squinting at Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi smiled slightly, his eyes shone slightly, and his expression was elegant: "Under Lin Pingzhi, Xi is the head of the Huashan faction." ”

"You are Lin Pingzhi, the head of the Huashan faction?!" Zhao Yifeng squinted at him, without a surprised look, he glanced at him, shook his head and sneered: "It's really better to meet than to be famous, but so, but so!"

Everyone showed a look of surprise, they didn't expect him to be so loud that he didn't put the head of the Huashan faction in his eyes, the world is so big, such an arrogant person is extremely rare!

Lin Pingzhi smiled angrily, immediately retracted, his sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Lin Pingzhi is below...... If you want to do it with Mr. Xiao, you don't have that qualification yet!"

Yue Lingshan was dressed in a peach-colored Luo shirt, delicate and beautiful, and snorted: "That's it...... What is Mr. Xiao's identity, whoever wants to challenge it, just challenge it, isn't it a big mess in the world?!"

"Okay, that's the case, I'll defeat you first!" Zhao Yifeng sneered, took the long knife and slashed it directly.

In the cold light, a sword light hung down like a match, like a waterfall hanging upside down, the cold air was fierce, and everyone around could feel it.

Lin Pingzhi's figure flashed, and he easily avoided this knife, and the long sword was not unsheathed.

In Zhao Yifeng's sneer, the sword light flickered, like a ball of silver surging out, surging up like a tide, drowning Lin Pingzhi.

"Senior brother, can Xiao Linzi beat him?!" Yue Lingshan's bright eyes did not blink, staring at the silver mang in the field, Qingli's face was full of worry, and she asked Ling Hu Chong.

Ling Hu Chong was dressed in a green shirt, sitting lazily, with a chic and uninhibited bearing, and the long sword hung on his waist, which was more like a scholar's sword.

He glanced at the field and smiled faintly: "Little junior sister, don't worry, although his sword skills are wonderful, he can't help the senior brother in charge!"

"I didn't expect this guy's knife skills to be so powerful!" Yue Lingshan snorted lightly, as if admiring and complaining.

Although Ling Hu Chong was sitting there lazily, as if he was casually glancing at the situation in the field, his mind had been focused on Zhao Yifeng's sword technique.

Zhao Yifeng's knife technique is like a raging storm, endless, surging endlessly, like the Yangtze River, and the power is amazing.

Ling Hu Chong turned his head to look at Yue Buqun: "Master, this person's sword technique is extremely powerful, but I don't know which way it is?!"

As a disciple of a famous and decent family, his knowledge is high, far beyond the ordinary masters in the martial arts, although the Huashan faction is in decline, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, Yue Buqun's knowledge is wide, and it is also rare in martial arts.

Yue Buqun's face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like a star, he is wearing a Confucian shirt, a light robe, and his bearing is outstanding.

He stared at the middle of the field for a long time and shook his head: "This person's knife technique is weird, it seems to be the Heshuo Chen family knife, but it is not very similar!"

Seeing this, Yue Lingshan's figure flashed, and she jumped to Xiao Yuesheng's side, approached him, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, sir, what kind of sword technique do you see he is performing?!"

Her tone was quite polite, inexplicable, and she still had a little resentment towards Xiao Yuesheng, as if he owed him something.

Although she knew that this was a little inexplicable, she couldn't get rid of it, so she came according to her own mood and was not polite to Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced lightly, and her warm gaze fell on her face, penetrating her subtle thoughts, and it was not strange.

He pondered for a moment and said softly: "He used the Ghost King Sword Technique, the Sword Technique of the previous dynasty,...... I thought it was lost, and I don't want to have another heir!"

Yue Lingshan was surprised and said, "You really know?!...... Ghost King Sword Technique?!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly, smiled, and didn't say anything more.

At the beginning, he searched for all the secrets of martial arts in the world, imprinted them in his mind, integrated them into one, and entered martial arts with Taoism.

At that time, he was already in a mellow mind, undamaged and unblemished, and had the ability to never forget, but whenever he saw it, he could be deeply imprinted in his mind and could not forget.

Now, two generations later, he is as clear as yesterday and has not forgotten.

This Ghost King Sword Technique was collected by him in the first generation, and it can be regarded as the Sword Technique of the Hidden Sect, which is extraordinary, but it is blindly strange and fierce.

Although it is fierce and fierce, the knife momentum is endless, and its matching mental method is extremely strange, and he had praised it at the beginning.

However, this knife method has a drawback that is difficult to eliminate.

Yue Lingshan's waist twisted, jumped twice, returned to Ling Hu Chong's side, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I know, it's called the Ghost King Sword Technique!"

"Ghost ...... King...... Knife...... Law ......?" Ling Hu Chong muttered to himself, his sword eyebrows straight, staring at a cloud of silver in the field.

At this time, Zhao Yifeng's knife technique was like electricity, and the silver mang shrank and rose, swallowing and spitting, like a human breath, enveloping Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi still didn't take out the sword, but just walked under his feet, relying only on footwork, not touching a piece of clothing, and he seemed to be at ease.

But it looks extremely dangerous, often when there is no room for it, the long knife sticks to his body, and the slightest difference is to be stabbed.

Zhao Yifeng's eyebrows were open, his eyes widened, and he burst out with scorching electric light, which was terrifying, one knife after another, endless, and the momentum was compelling.

In the hall, the cold air overflowed, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Zhao Yifeng's long knife waved, forming a cloud of silver, which was like a giant piece of ice, emitting a steady stream of cold air.

"Xiao Linzi is really!" Yue Lingshan stomped his feet and said softly: "If you don't clean him up, you'll freeze to death!"

Ling Hu Chong said with a smile: "The senior brother of the head of the sect wants to understand this sword technique. ”

Yue Lingshan snorted lightly: "This ghost king's sword technique is very ordinary, I can't help him at all, what's there that I can't figure out?!"

What she meant was that she didn't look down on this set of knife techniques.

Ling Hu Chong shook his head: "Little junior sister, you are wrong, this set of sword techniques is extremely powerful, if you change someone, I am afraid you will not be able to catch it." ”

Yue Lingshan snorted lightly, there was no squeak, since it was Senior Brother who said this, then it can't be wrong, Xiao Linzi has a heart.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred moves passed, and Zhao Yifeng's knife momentum was continuous, like a long river, endlessly.

His momentum did not decrease but increased, a knife was as ruthless as a knife, as if he had drunk wine, and his blood was getting stronger and stronger, which was difficult to stop.

Lin Pingzhi still walked alone, not hurrying or slow, every time he dodged, it was a fraction of a second.

Zhao Yi was so angry that he yelled, and he almost hit him every time, but he couldn't reach this point.

No matter how dull he is, he knows that the other party is deliberately playing, like a cat playing with a mouse.

This made him, who had always regarded himself very high and empty-eyed, angry and furious, and wanted to slash him in two with a knife to vent the hatred of being humiliated.

But his knife skills are exquisite, powerful, but his footwork and body are weak, under Lin Ping's body method, his body is like a stupid bear, dull and abnormal, and he can only be played.

Yue Lingshan looked a little unbearable, shook his head and sighed: "Senior brother, Xiao Linzi is also broken, isn't this deliberately trying to anger him?!"

Ling Hu Chong glanced at Xiao Yuesheng with a smile, and saw that his eyes were warm, his expression was gentle, and there was no anger at all, he shook his head and sighed, sure enough, he was worthy of Mr. Xiao, he was open-minded, far from being comparable to others, and he was beyond his reach!

He didn't know that Xiao Yuesheng was not open-minded.

In Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, a Zhao Yifeng, although his martial arts are good, in front of his martial arts, he is like a child, and he disdains it.

If he really touched his scales, he would never be so generous.

At this moment, the curtain of the door was lifted, and four people floated in, all of whom were slender and graceful, like swaying flower branches.

They were all dressed in moon-white practice clothes, thin silk and satin, shining, sticking to their bodies, highlighting their graceful figures.

"Master!" Jiangnan Yun's soft voice sounded, everyone heard it, and they couldn't help but feel **, Master Fang Zheng practiced strictly, and could stabilize his mind, and the four monks behind him were all in a state of mind, his heart was shaking, and he was busy closing his eyes, moving the Buddha beads, his lips moved, and he secretly recited the mantra of King Ming.

Jiang Nanyun walked in front of everyone, and as soon as he stepped in, he stepped in front of Xiao Yuesheng in one step, making it a technique of shrinking the ground into inches.

The eyes of everyone present shrank and stared at her.

"Have you finished practicing?!" Xiao Yuesheng gently bowed his head, stroked the mustache on his lips, and asked with a smile.

"Well, Master, what are they doing?!" Jiang Nanyun nodded, his bright eyes swept everyone, he bowed, his demeanor was all right, and he asked lightly.

Song Jingsi, Song Jingyun and Zheng Xiuzhi also floated in, curling Nana, like a weak willow supporting the wind.

The three of them came to the front and saluted: "Meet the Master!"

They speak in unison, the warbler is rippling, or crisp, or mellow, together, with a unique charm, like a chorus.

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Get up,...... Nanyun, you can introduce your junior sisters. ”

Jiang Nanyun agreed softly, gentle as water, and introduced Master Fang Zheng to the three junior sisters one by one, his voice was glutinous and soft, and he still shook people's hearts, and everyone needed to keep their minds, which was quite difficult.

This is Jiang Nanyun's deliberate so, secretly tricking his mind, and deliberately playing tricks to show his dissatisfaction with them coming to the door together.

Master Fang Zheng titheed and said, "The two Song girls are polite, let's meet again,...... Miss Zheng, congratulations, the old man is happy in his heart!"

Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun titheed and glanced at Zheng Xiuzhi.

They remembered that the little junior sister had said that before she came to Lin'an, she had been healed by Master Fang Zheng by him, and because she was unable to return to heaven, she recommended coming here.

"Master don't come here unharmed?!" Zheng Xiuzhi saluted, showing a grateful look on her face.

She was able to enter the master's door, and her chances were all because of Master Fangzheng, if it wasn't for Master Fangzheng, she wouldn't dare to come.

Moreover, Master Fang Zheng, with the respect of the abbot of Shaolin and the first person on the faintly righteous path, actually healed himself, a nameless little woman, and did his best to heal, although there was nothing to do in the end, she was still grateful.

The two said a few words, and Jiang Nanyun introduced them one by one.

There were not many people in the field, and after a while, the salute was over, and there was still a fight in the field, and the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, which was about the same as the weather outside the villa.

"Master, what's going on?!" Jiang Nanyun leaned over to Xiao Yuesheng's side, his figure exuding a faint fragrance.

Xiao Yuesheng laughed: "He came to challenge me!"

"Challenge Master, you-?!" Jiang Nan Yunming's eyes widened, and he suddenly smiled, like a flower, while shaking his head gently.

He calls himself Cangzhou Zhao Yifeng, and his ghost king sword technique is really extraordinary. Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly.

Jiang Nanyun glanced at it and nodded: "Well, his internal strength is not weak, and it is not strange to have this idea." ”

"Nanyun, just throw him out!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand.

Jiang Nanyun lifted the placket, like a skirt, pursed his lips and smiled: "The disciple obeys!"

She turned to the middle of the field and said, "Young darthead, let me meet him for a while!"

Lin Ping's body is like fluttering, moving when it encounters the wind, Zhao Yifeng's long knife is swung up, bringing up the knife wind, and he moves with the knife wind, and he has no strength.

Hearing Jiang Nanyun's soft honey-like voice, he shook his head and smiled: "You don't need Miss Jiang to come out, this seat can do it for you!"

After that, his figure flickered, and suddenly appeared behind Zhao Yifeng, as fast as a ghost, and extremely fast.

Zhao Yifeng saw a flower in front of him, suddenly felt bad, kicked the soles of his feet, and rushed forward, as fast as a galloping horse, and ran out two feet away.

He saw the opportunity quickly, and his internal strength was strong, so he ran forward this time and directly threw off Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Ping was stunned, sneered, and the killing intent was faint.

Zhao Yifeng came to challenge, if he looked calm and respectful, he would not say anything, but admired his courage.

But he is so invisible to Mr. Xiao, he is unbearable, and he can only kill him, thinking that the world will punish him.

If not, after Mr. Xiao goes into hiding, won't everyone else want to bully him?!

With a murderous intention in his heart, he didn't leave his hand anymore, Lin Pingzhi's long sword flashed, and people only felt a white light pass in front of them, and it appeared in front of Zhao Yifeng's eyebrows in an instant.

Zhao Yifeng kicked under his feet, and he didn't have time to show his technique, but he just tried his best to fall backwards, trying to avoid the sword.

But although his body is fast, compared to Lin Pingzhi's sword, it is far inferior, the sword light flashed, and the tip of the sword had pierced his eyebrows.

A soft whistling sounded, and a white light flew out of Jiang Nanyun's left hand, slashing through a white light, and instantly appeared in front of Lin Ping's sword.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and Lin Pingzhi's sword was hit by the white light, and it deviated a few inches upward.

The tip of the sword slashed an arc, slid across Zhao Yifeng's forehead, shaved off a few strands of hair, and the cold air penetrated into his head through his forehead, and his cold air rose.

He had never been so close to death, he thought he was not afraid of death, what joy did the husband have in life, and what fear did he have in death?!

Now he knows that he is wrong! Faced with the opportunity of life and death, he knows the preciousness of life.

"Shao darthead, there is a guest here today, seeing the blood is ominous, spare his life!" Jiang Nanyun said with a smile, graceful and graceful.

Lin Pingzhi nodded, not displeased, turned around and glanced at Zhao Yifeng, shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and turned back to his seat.

If he had changed someone else, he would have been angry if he suddenly shot out his long sword and saved Zhao Yifeng's surname.

Zhao Yifeng stood firm, his face flushed, and his eyes flickered.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly and said softly: "Zhao Shaoxia, your Ghost King Sword Technique, the fire is not deep, just practice for a few more years!"

Zhao Yifeng raised his head violently and looked at him, looking like he had seen a ghost.

This secret book was obtained by him in a cave, and no one else knew about it, and looking at the color of the cloth, it was obvious that it was a long time, and it must not be a thing of this dynasty.

And such a long-standing secret must be older than Xiao Yihan's age, but now that it is shouted in his mouth, how can he not be surprised.

"I'm no longer a martial artist, and I don't want to kill anymore, so I'll make an exception today,...... You go!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said lightly.

"The green mountains do not change, and the green water always flows......"

Jiang Nan Yundai frowned, and interrupted him with a light snort: "Okay...... If you come again, be careful!"

She didn't see the previous situation, so she didn't have killing intent, she just thought, if so many people gathered in the mountain villa today, if it was stained with blood, it was indeed ominous, so it was better to spare his life first.

It's just that he dares to come to the door to challenge, but this wind can't last.

After saying that, the figure suddenly disappeared in place, and appeared in front of him at the same time, his right palm was erected, and he slapped it lightly.

Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache, smiled slightly, and sighed secretly: It is worthy of Nanyun, and he has a heart with himself!

(To be continued)