"God knows." The old man was very big. If he wanted to open the front window of the carriage to see, he had to arch his head and back slightly, which was very unpleasant.
So Lao Sanjin stepped out of the carriage, dragging the fat boss out with him and dragging him away.
Fortunately, everyone in the caravan was shocked by the young man's sword at this moment, and no one saw this ridiculous scene: a slender old man eight feet away, half lifting and half dragging a fat middle-aged man who looked almost the same, out of the carriage. , the latter's face was filled with sorrow, which was beyond words.
"The first move is indeed a show of force. I didn't expect that this business trip would really make me meet a good swordsman. With just this sword, I, Tang Bufeng, am willing to make friends with you." Yun Zhong put away his sword, Tang Bufeng Bu Feng also took the knife back to his side and laughed loudly, but his tone was surprisingly kind, "May I ask what the taboo is for this move?"
"There is no name for what you get by accident." Yun Zhong also smiled, but sighed in his heart.
After all, I still haven't understood the essentials of this Luan Ying style. Wu Shuang once said that there are two key points to the Dao Luan Ying style. The first is to be fast and brisk. The opponent does not move and the sword is close to the body without noticing it. Now it is barely qualified. But the second thing is the strength entangled in the sword. If it is practiced to a high level, it can make the weapon fall out of hand or even injure one's own vitals. Today's Yun Zhong is far from strong enough. So much so that Tang Bufeng was able to block it with one stab of his sword, and there would be no other remaining effect.
As for why he concealed the name of the sword style from Tang Bufeng, Yun Zhong was a little cautious. Now is the critical moment for Zhang Qing's death. It would be inappropriate to reveal the name of the sword style openly.
There is no way, walking in the world is not easy, everyone in the world is willing to walk in the world calmly and act without any scruples. But when the ability is not good, after all, life comes first and freedom comes last.
"I'm getting more and more curious now. The first move is indeed good. If I'm not wrong, this sword has some softness, but it can still be faster than the thunder. It's rare. The second move, please." Tang Bufeng leaned his sword on the ground and said calmly. .
On the slope in the distance, Lao Sanjin frowned.
You, Tang Bufeng, are indeed a good swordsman, but the previous move, holding the sword towards each other, was only acceptable. Why did you put the tip of the sword on the ground this time? Once the young man has more than one quick sword move, it will be much more difficult than before to attack him first, and it is easier said than done. This kid is pleasing to the eye everywhere, but with his arrogant and arrogant temperament, even a heroic man like Lao Sanjin can't look down upon him.
On the other hand, the leader didn't say a word, he just watched the changing situation on the field with piercing eyes.
Yun Zhong hung the sword to his waist and smiled slightly, "Counting the time, there is not much time left before lunch, so why not I use the remaining two or three moves together. As for winning or losing, it depends on whether brother can handle it properly. But still Please rest assured, the remaining two swords are not meant to kill people with speed."
Tang Bufeng nodded, still holding the knife.
"This young man is quite interesting. There's no point in giving advice to someone before making a move." The head of the family seemed a little dissatisfied with Yun Zhong's straightforwardness, shaking his head and sighing.
But he was teased by Lao Sanjin next to him, "I said that scholars are cruel, but you still don't believe it. I, Lao Sanjin, don't know if the teachings of saints you have read in the past two or three decades are just this solid food." Swallow it. How can a young man master swordsmanship if he doesn’t have a heroic spirit? He is always thinking about winning through trivial means. If he is only seeking temporary happiness, he will suffer big losses sooner or later."
The boss smiled and was noncommittal.
How could he not know the difference between a scholar and a martial artist? But in the end, many things tend to lead to the same destination through different paths, no matter how high the position is.
In the field, Yun Zhong tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his breath flowing around his body. As early as just now, he had already thought about his next two moves.
One move once hit the back of the old snake in the second realm.
One move used the snake's spine to create eaves for the building and cut off the life of Wang Kongding's energy in Lihua Village.
In an instant, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man drew his sword, then sheathed it, sheathed it, and then unsheathed it.
Pulling out a sword is like a new painting on the corners of a woman's eyebrows, and pulling it out again is like a heavy cloud opening up the moon. It was as if thousands of streams of light were flowing out of his sword.
When the sheath was retracted, there was less than three steps between the two.
Everyone outside the court didn't know how the young man moved up, but in the next moment, the young man came quietly like a cloud.
The swords struck each other, and Tang Bufeng had a ferocious smile on his face. Unexpectedly, among the younger generation in Qiling, there are such rogue young talents. It is really difficult to find any flaws in this sword.
But how could he, Tang Bufeng, be an ordinary person? For example, didn't all the bandits who looked down upon this crazy martial artist die under the sword?
Tang Bufeng twisted the blade without retreating at all, and faced Yun Zhong's move to climb the stairs. The cold cold blade rushed straight towards the sword's edge, intending to forcefully remove it. You need to know that the sword is capable of heavy and heavy blows, and the sword is sharp and clear. With the sword in hand, there is no need to give way.
But the sound of swords clashing that followed made Tang Bufeng's heart sink.
Yun Zhong's sword seemed to be ruthless and life-threatening, but it was not a murderous move. When the sword struck, Yun Zhong's sword followed the force of Tang Bu Feng's long sword and swung upwards with extreme briskness. Therefore, the force and the sound of the weapons striking were particularly weird, like the strings of a harp collapsing, and extremely harsh.
With just one movement of the sword, the sword in the palm of the young man in white was raised almost several inches high with the force of the long sword. The boy's steps were very light, and he jumped up with the force of the sword, sheathed the sword and struck again.
If Tang Bufeng felt wary after seeing the young man Yi Jianluan greet him, then the young man had never despised the wild and wild Madman Tang in front of him. Climbing up the stairs with just one move obviously won't gain the upper hand, and the sword move downstairs that follows will be of no use.
So the young man pretended to pour all his energy and energy into climbing the stairs, but in fact he came out again and slowly entered, taking back most of his strength, and then used his strength to fly up, and then went out and down the stairs.
At this moment, Tang Bufeng was unable to retaliate in time, his strength was exhausted, and he was already at an extreme disadvantage.
Tang Bufeng had no choice but to use the back of the sword to forcefully drive downstairs with the sword, and his wrist was shaking.
At this time, Yunzhong displayed waterfalls again.
The waterfalls overlap each other, and the light of the swords coils around, as if they are as bright as the sunshine in the sky.
Everyone in the caravan knew that Tang Bufeng had the opposite temperament to his real name. If he got mad, he might be the immortal from the mountain, and Madman Tang would have to stab him with his knife a few times. There were many masters encountered in Qiling, but most of them were defeated by the former and left in shame and anger, but they never saw this martial artist take a step back.
But Tang Bufeng retreated again and again today, almost retreating more than a foot away from where he was.
Lao Sanjin's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't help but say, "Master, where did this young man come from? Ever since Qiling's swordsmanship declined, and if we go back a few decades, I'm afraid I won't be able to find out. Two servings, right?”
The leader touched the bridge of his nose and wondered for a long time, "I don't know the details of this young man. I only know that his master told him before he left not to let him compete with others. This kid is so crazy that he can drink a pot of it."
