illegitimate child?
The smile on Chen Changsheng's face suddenly froze.
All the back disciples and seniors who knew the inside story were also dumbfounded.
Dean Feng’s illegitimate son?
You are really good at guessing!
Some people who knew the inside story were speechless.
The wine connoisseur in the high pavilion not far away just took a sip of wine and spit it out. He coughed wildly and his whole old face turned red.
illegitimate child?
How dare you say that!
The old man surnamed Qin, who was brushing his beard, was so shocked that he almost lost his white beard.
"It turns out he is Dean Feng's illegitimate son." Xia Qingshan and Jiang Rou, who didn't know the inside story, both had expressions of sudden realization.
On Zhuque Street, an uproar broke out.
Dean Feng’s illegitimate son?
Suddenly, the excitement and heated discussion was like a buzzing of thousands of bees, making the whole city of Chang'an noisy.
On the gold and silver table.
Su Yuheng's eyes lit up, full of gossip.
Dean Feng has an illegitimate child?
This is really unexpected~unthinkable~.
"Master must be very interested in this matter." Su Yuheng said secretly.
Emperor Qian and Li Xianyuan were both silent.
The two knew the inside story.
"He's really good at guessing." Emperor Qian couldn't help but complain.
Li Xianyuan pondered: "This is reasonable."
"Humph, it's just ignorance." Emperor Qian snorted coldly. He had no good impression of Chu Xiu at all.
The eldest prince Li Yuanxiong looked hesitant and wanted to ask Chen Changsheng about his true identity, but when he glanced at the sneer on Emperor Qian's face from the corner of his eye, he lost the courage.
Most of the other princes are like this.
…
Finally try the high platform.
Most of the candidates were surprised and had expressions of "I see."
The 'illegitimate son' Chen Changsheng felt that his whole person was not well.
Since the Invincible Nineteen States, there has been basically nothing in the world that can make him lose his composure.
At this moment, he felt extremely messy.
illegitimate child?
I am my illegitimate son?
How dare you think about it!
Chen Changsheng's face turned dark and he glared at Chu Xiu fiercely.
This bad thing is probably intentional.
In fact.
This was really Chu Xiu's first guess.
However, seeing Chen Changsheng's livid face and the unusual expressions of the disciples around him, Chu Xiu understood that he had guessed wrong.
"Not an illegitimate child?" Chu Xiu thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Are you the grandson of Dean Feng?"
If he is not an illegitimate child and his surname is not Feng, then his grandson is most likely.
"Grandson, your uncle." Chen Changsheng couldn't help but swear, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
The faces of all the back disciples also turned a little dark.
"Not my grandson?" Chu Xiu was surprised and frowned slightly, "Could it be Zeng..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng struck out with the short stick in his hand, "Zeng your sister!"
Chu Xiu's expression was stern, and an afterimage was instantly left on the spot.
"Huh?" Chen Changsheng said softly, standing in front of Chu Xiu's afterimage.
"Young man, you don't have martial ethics." Chu Xiu sneered, with lingering fear in his heart. The speed of Chen Changsheng's explosion in that moment really shocked him.
Chen Changsheng stared at Chu Xiu and ordered: "Get into formation."
"Okay." Mr. Eight nodded, and then a group of disciples from the back mountain set up the Eight Extremes Enormous Spirit Trap Formation on the martial arts stage again.
Chu Xiu tilted his head slightly, glanced at Mr. Eight, and asked doubtfully: "Why don't I feel anything?"
He saw the Bagua pattern composed of true energy passing through his body and covering the entire martial arts stage.
But he felt nothing.
Mr. Eighth smiled and said: "Probably because you are really in the first realm."
"..."
On and off the stage, many people showed strange expressions.
At this moment, everyone was sure that the already world-famous number one on the Fuyao list was really just in the beginning.
"Is that so?" Chu Xiu was noncommittal and looked up at Chen Changsheng, "Are you sure you want to fight me in the first realm?"
"Otherwise?" Chen Changsheng was angry.
Chu Xiu said calmly: "I know that your realm should be very high, but at the beginning, if you want to fight with me, you are not qualified enough."
Chen Chang laughed angrily.
"You are very brave." Chen Changsheng sneered, "How dare you talk to me like this."
Chu Xiu looked at Chen Changsheng and shook his head, "Forget it, let's fight twice, one at the beginning, and then one at the peak!"
"..."
Some people who were familiar with the inside story held their breath, and people who were very familiar with Chu Xiu, such as Jiudaoren, Mo Baicao, Tang Jiabao, etc., were all frightened.
"There is no afterthought." Chen Changsheng said with a smile, "Soon, you will see what the true first state is."
Chu Xiu said no more.
"Since you want to be defeated, then I will make it happen for you."
The sun was rising, the moment of decisive battle arrived, and the whole city of Chang'an fell silent.
On Zhuque Street, the crowds were thick and dark, and the crowds gathered in the surrounding pavilions were finally trying the high platform, the gold and silver platform... everyone was waiting for this moment.
Even those who thought they knew the inside story and had predicted the outcome of this battle in advance were holding their breath and full of expectations at this moment.
At this moment, the world seemed to be still.
The wind stopped.
In front of Mr. Eighth, there is a small stove with a pot of cold wine on it.
On the martial arts stage.
Two young figures, each on one side.
The wind blows and the clothes are gone.
The two streams of light were like two comets colliding, passing by each other in an instant and exchanging positions.
The sword is unsheathed.
Chu Xiu lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword in his hand quietly.
Click.
The light yellow mahogany sword was broken into two pieces from the middle of the sword body, and the tip fell to the ground.
Chu Xiu's pupils shrank sharply, an abnormal red flashed across his originally pale face, and the energy and blood in his body surged.
This mahogany sword has been with him for more than three years.
It has split boulders, cut through steel, and pierced black armor.
In his hand, this ordinary mahogany sword seemed to be able to cut through anything.
At this moment, it’s broken!
The other side.
Chen Changsheng also lowered his head and looked at the intact short stick in his hand.
This short stick was made by Zhao Wangsun, the fourth apprentice.
It looks like an ordinary wooden stick, but in fact it is harder and stronger than black iron.
"He actually blocked my stick."
Chen Changsheng's eyes flashed with disbelief.
In the picture he envisioned, the short stick should hit Chu Xiu directly on the forehead.
He never thought that Chu Xiu could block his short stick.
Although, this was just a wave of his hand.
They both turned around at the same time, facing each other again.
When everyone saw clearly that the wooden sword in Xiu's hand was broken, some were calm and some were shocked.
More people were shocked.
"How is this possible?" Meng Xiaochuan was horrified and speechless.
Just now, he didn't see the movements of these two people clearly at all, but he still understood Chu Xiu quite well.
In the first realm, Chu Xiu was absolutely an invincible monster.
With one move, the sword breaks!
In Meng Xiaochuan's opinion, this was too dreamy and unreal.
"So fast..." Jing Yun's eyes flashed with shock. The speed of these two people in the first realm was completely unimaginable.
"His sword is broken." Mo Shaoyun, the proprietress's heart trembled, suddenly very nervous.
She was nervous not because she thought Chu Xiu would lose, but because she was nervous that Chu Xiu had lost and could not bear the defeat.
Zhu Yourong and Xia Chuxue's thoughts were very similar to those of the landlady.
They are nervous and distressed.
Some people who are familiar with the inside story have relatively calm expressions.
This situation was actually within their expectations.
On Suzaku Street.
In the dark crowd, noises broke out one after another.
Countless people couldn't believe their eyes.
With just one move, Chu Xiu's sword broke?
This is unacceptable to many people.
Especially those gamblers who spent a lot of money, or even lost all their money to buy Chu Xiuying, some people directly let out heart-rending wailing...
On the west side of Zhuque Street, in a high pavilion.
The wine connoisseur stood in front of the window, having put down the wine gourd, feeling a little bitter in his heart.
In fact, even though he had been attacking Chu Xiu, he still thought that Chu Xiu could not defeat that one...
However, somewhere deep down in his heart, he had always been lucky.
What if?
At this moment, Chu Xiu's sword was broken, and his luck was completely gone.
Only a lot of bitterness remains.
The disciple's failure is also the master's failure.
"Have a break..." Jiang Rou looked worried.
Xia Qingshan said in a deep voice: "Xiao Xiu is too frivolous. Losing once is not a bad thing."
The old man surnamed Qin sighed secretly as he brushed his beard.
This was within his expectation. How could that one lose?
"I hope this boy named Chu can get over this failure as soon as possible."
…
On the gold and silver table.
Emperor Qian clenched his fists and stared at the broken sword in Chu Xiu's hand.
In fact, his mood is very complicated.
On the one hand, he knew very well that Chu Xiu could not defeat Chen Changsheng, and he was happy to see Chu Xiu suffer a blow.
But deep down in his heart, he wanted to see someone who could truly challenge Chen Changsheng.
Even though that person was Chu Xiu whom he had always wanted to get rid of.
At this moment, Chu Xiu’s sword was broken.
In the nineteen states in the world, who can still challenge Chen Changsheng?
Emperor Qian's heart was completely cold.
Li Xianyuan stared at Chu Xiu's broken sword, speechless.
This result was within his expectation.
Deep down, there was some disappointment.
"Those two are so fast." Su Yuheng was shocked. Can the first level explode with such speed?
is that a lie?
…
On the martial arts stage.
"No wonder they all think so highly of you." Chu Xiu whispered.
Chen Changsheng stared at the broken sword in Chu Xiu's hand and said slowly: "You are really good."
This is what he thinks.
"The battle has just begun." Chu Xiu said coldly, the sharpness and fighting spirit in his eyes were like raging fire, wanting to soar into the sky.
His fighting spirit was completely aroused.
"Oh?" Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "The sword is broken, why don't you admit defeat?"
"Who said my sword was broken?" Chu Xiu sneered and sheathed the sword directly.
"No matter which realm you are in, you will never be my opponent." Chen Changsheng said calmly, "Being able to withstand my blow is enough to prove your talent."
Chu Xiu sneered and slowly closed his eyes.
"Boom~."
"Boom~."
"Boom~."
In Chu Xiu's body, the blood was surging, the orifices were opening and closing, and the internal organs were making a dull sound like a drum.
"Huh?" Chen Changsheng was surprised. He heard a faint sound coming from Chu Xiu's body, as if something was waking up.
"interesting."
Chen Changsheng smiled.
He realized that he had underestimated this little guy.
"I hope you can give me some surprises." Chen Changsheng's eyes exuded some sparkle.
Uh-huh!
Chu Xiu drew his sword and turned into a stream of light, attacking Chen Changsheng in an instant.
The sword is half wood and half ice, filled with cold air.
Chen Changsheng's expression was calm, he raised his wooden stick and struck Chu Xiu directly.
boom!
The ice sword and wooden stick hit each other and made a 'bang' sound.
"Retreat!" Chu Xiu shouted, and his right hand exploded with great force. The sword, which was half wood and half ice, seemed to be carrying the power of a huge wave, pressing straight against the wooden stick.
Chen Changsheng held the wooden stick with his five fingers and tightened slightly.
His feet remained motionless and his eyes were calm and unruffled.
"retreat!"
Chu Xiu shouted loudly again, veins popped out in the right hand holding the sword, huge strength was rising, and the sword that was half wood and half ice pressed forward.
Chen Changsheng's eyes condensed. His footsteps and body did not move, but the short stick in his hand moved slightly back uncontrollably.
