Everyone in the restaurant became red-eyed when they saw that their sect members were defeated and An Xiaoyu was forced to take action due to the situation.
There are also five monks who have weighed the strength that Ye Leng showed before and feel that they are indeed unbeatable. They do not dare to rush forward to compete. After all, if they lose again, Qingfeng Valley will lose face even more.
Xu Huaigu slammed the sword box on his back on the table, and a loud noise suddenly spread throughout the restaurant. Everyone in Qingfeng Valley, including the five members of the Fuyao Sect, all looked at him.
The disciples of Qingfeng Valley all know Xu Huaigu. After all, he has practiced in Qingfeng Valley for half a year and will soon represent Qingfeng Valley in the Zixia Sect Taoist Conference. Xu Huaigu is also a well-known figure in Qingfeng Valley.
Everyone became excited when they saw Xu Huaigu making moves. You must know that Xu Huaigu's ability to stand out in the selection of Qingfeng Valley did not rely on Xie Qingyun, but on his true ability.
But of course, Xu Huaigu hid more. The old man with a white beard glanced at Xu Huaigu and said to Yin Zishi beside him: "Finally I can't hold my breath anymore. You will take a closer look at his methods later and don't waste this opportunity." Yin Zishi said displeased: "Elder Chen, I really can’t figure out why we need to use such dirty methods to obtain information in advance. Isn’t this contrary to our sect’s swordsmanship?” The old man with white beard said: “Why should I worry about this now? When I was in the sect, it was already I have already said that this Zixia Sect Taoist meeting is very important. You must get into the top three, and the rest of us can get into the top twenty if we can. For this result, we have to look ugly. That's all." Yin Zushi frowned. He didn't want to come, but Elder Chen insisted again and again, so there was nothing he could do.
The surrounding area became lively again because of Xu Huaigu's action. Someone shouted excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Xu, show them some color and let them know that we in Qingfeng Valley are not easy to mess with!"
"You're right, let them know the consequences of provoking us in Qingfeng Valley!" Someone else was shouting something, but Xu Huaigu couldn't hear it clearly.
He just looked at the sword box in front of him, then opened it and took out the short sword
"Cangshui" is held in the palm of your hand. This was once the sword of Deng Zhiyuan, but now Xu Huaigu uses it to deal with Ye Leng of the Fuyao Sect.
The old man with a white beard looked at the sword, his face was shocked, and he said in confusion: "Isn't this the sword of Elder Deng? Why is it in the hands of this kid? Could it be that I saw it wrong?" Yin Zishi stared at the sword. Holding the sword, he frowned, remembering what Deng Zhiyuan had said to him before he left the Fuyao Sect.
She said that she once met a child named Xu in Binxi.
The "Cangshui" sword was given to him. A few days ago, news came that he was in Qingfeng Valley and would also attend the Zixia Sect's Taoist meeting, so Deng Zhiyuan asked Yin Zishi to pass a few words.
Deng Zhiyuan's personal instructions were naturally kept top secret, and no one around him, including Elder Chen, knew about it.
Yin Zizhi originally planned to go find Xu Huaigu, but he didn't expect that this man was in the restaurant at this time, and was about to attack Ye Leng. His impression of the Fuyao Sect would not be much better.
Yin Zizhi couldn't help but blame the stubborn old man in his heart for ruining Deng Zhiyuan and what he had ordered. After such a turmoil, he was really embarrassed to find Xu Huaigu again later.
But the matter has come to this, and there is no room for recovery. We can only take one step at a time. Xu Huaigu carried this snow-white dagger that belonged to Fuyao Sect, walked downstairs step by step, and then walked to Ye Leng.
Ye Leng also found it unbelievable and asked with a cold face: "The sword in your hand belongs to our Fuyao Sect. Where did it come from?" Xu Huaigu told the truth: "It was given to me by senior Deng Zhiyuan and Deng of your sect." Ye Leng thought Xu Huaigu was teasing him, and turned blue with anger, saying, "Nonsense, you are a disciple of Qingfeng Valley, how could our elder Deng give you the sword? You must have stolen it!" Seeing that things were a little out of control, Yin Zushi quickly reprimanded through the Heart Lake sound transmission: "Shut up! Ye Leng, you just ask this fellow Daoist Xu, you don't have to worry about the origin of the sword in his hand!" Ye Leng heard Yin Zushi's words and quickly stopped, feeling a little depressed. , why did Yin Zizhen come in such a way?
Xu Huaigu just smiled magnanimously and said: "First of all, I only represent Qingfeng Valley in the Taoist meeting, and I am not a disciple of Qingfeng Valley. Secondly, as for whether my sword was stolen, you can ask senior Deng Zhiyuan when you go back. I believe She will tell you the correct answer. What I have to do now is to use this Fuyao Sect sword to teach you a lesson." Ye Leng just received a scolding from Yin Zishi for no reason, and he felt very unhappy. When Xu Huaigu said this, he felt even more angry. He didn't care where the sword came from, he just wanted to have a good fight to save his face.
He still picked up the light blue sword from before, kept his pace, and waited for Xu Huaigu to make the first move. Xu Huaigu was naturally rude, raised his dagger and charged towards him.
Unlike Qingfenggu's swordsmanship, Xu Huaigu had never seriously learned swordsmanship, so his way of using the sword was a bit wild.
Although it doesn't look good, his sword skills were learned through life and death fights. From the demon wolves in Huangqi Mountain, to the monks in Xingqing City, to Jie Prison, Hangxun Secret Realm, Lucheng and Baihai, every journey between life and death made Xu Huaigu's swordsmanship more exquisite and cold-blooded.
At this time in Qingfeng Valley, Xu Huaigu was very confident in his swordsmanship. Compared with Ye Leng in front of him, his swordsmanship would only be higher and not worse.
A simple slash of the sword slashed downwards, and Ye Leng blocked it with his sword. There was silence in the restaurant, except for the sharp sound of the collision of two swords.
Xu Huaigu used about seven points of force to strike the sword, but Ye Leng could barely block it and took two steps back. Xu Huaigu also used his remaining strength to flip backwards in the air before landing firmly on the ground.
Although no one was injured after this sword attack, the difference in demeanor was enough to show the strength between the two.
Ye Leng was a little flustered. He noticed that the opponent's sword was very powerful, and he was definitely not weaker than himself, and his control of the sword was extremely exquisite. Otherwise, he would never have been able to land the sword so freely and freely after it was released.
He no longer chose to stay, but took the initiative to raise his sword and go out. The light blue sword in his hand drew an arc in the air and rushed towards Xu Huaigu.
Xu Huaigu smiled calmly and did not retreat. He actually slashed his head with his sword. Two swords that exerted enough strength met in the air.
This brutal and unreasonable sword frightened Ye Leng. He used all his strength with this sword, and it was so powerful that he should never be able to resist it.
But this man actually refused to dodge. How confident was he in his own strength? Don’t you know that Fuyao Sect’s swordsmanship emphasizes heavy swords?
Fortunately, the result of this sword told him the answer. The moment Ye Leng touched Xu Huaigu's sword, he felt as if there was a mountain blocking him in front of him, as if a sword had struck a huge rock and he could no longer move forward.
This sword that relied on his own strength did not get any advantage at all in Xu Huaigu. Ye Leng held on tightly, allowing himself to take only three steps back, which was not too ugly. On the other hand, Xu Huaigu only took one step back to stand firm.
If Ye Leng still had some hope for himself with the previous strike, then after this strike, he already knew that he had no chance of winning.
Ye Leng's biggest reliance was the strength of his sword. He had relied on this move to defeat the Qingfeng Valley disciple before, but when Xu Huaigu's swordsmanship was superior to his strength, he had no choice.
Xu Huaigu sneered, as if he was mocking him, and then handed out another sword. However, this sword was more skillful than the previous sword, and it was not just a sword.
Ye Leng stared intently at the sword, and finally saw the flaw at the last moment and used his sword to block it. He was almost killed by this sword, and he was still afraid.
However, Xu Huaigu didn't give him any chance to breathe. After the sword, he turned around in the direction of the sword and struck Ye Leng with another sword.
Ye Leng retreated and used his sword to resist again. Then, Xu Huaigu handed out several swords one after another. Each sword inherited the strength and arc of the previous sword, so there was no need to turn when the sword was drawn, and the sword could be more swift.
Ye Leng was forced into danger by these consecutive sword attacks and had already retreated from the center of the restaurant to the wall. Each subsequent sword blow by Xu Huaigu made him even more embarrassed. He had long lost the arrogance he had when he ridiculed Qingfeng Gu's swordsmanship. .
The reason why Xu Huaigu stabilized Ye Leng's head is actually very simple. In terms of strength that you are good at, I am not inferior to you in the slightest, but I am still proficient in the swordsmanship skills that you do not have!
In this way, Ye Leng could not win this competition no matter what. When Xu Huaigu made up his mind to draw his sword, the result was already determined, Ye Leng would definitely lose.
Seeing that Xu Huaigu had the upper hand like a broken bamboo, everyone around him was overjoyed and shouted excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Xu, teach him a lesson for us, and we'll treat you to a drink!" When Xu Huaigu drew his sword, he still had the thought to respond: "I don't have the ability to drink. Xiao, you have to be more generous!"
"That's natural! To defeat him, even if you drink for a month, we have to collect it for you!" Xu Huaigu laughed heartily, and his sword became more fluent, and he really looked like a swordsman.
Liu Waner looked at him from upstairs, showing a happy smile that she hadn't seen in a long time. An Xiaoyu, who had a tense relationship with Xu Huaigu before, actually put aside her prejudices and laughed.
When Qingfeng Valley is normal, although there are gaps between the disciples and there are cliques, but when outsiders want to bully Qingfeng Valley, everyone can put aside their personal hatred and face the outsiders with the same hatred.
This is the cohesion of a sect and the foundation and spirit of a sect based on East Fuyao Continent. In contrast to Liu Waner and An Xiaoyu, the Fuyao Sect's faces were all ugly, especially the old man with the white beard.
His face was livid, and he had no intention of drinking anymore. He just stared at Xu Huaigu who was drawing his sword, and said to Yin Zashi: "This man is so difficult to deal with. He is definitely one of the candidates to win the championship in this Taoist meeting. Zishi, face him. , what do you think you have a chance of winning?" Yin Zishi replied truthfully: "If he has no other means, then I will not lose. But if he still has some hidden abilities, then I can't tell." The old man with a white beard sighed. He took a breath, and at this moment, Xu Huaigu finally swung his sword, hitting the exhausted Ye Leng against the wall, and then used sword to sword to hold him down.
Ye Leng gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. After all, this was his first provocation. If he gave up, he would lose face.
The old man with a white beard knew that Ye Leng had lost, so he was ready to stop it for him. But just when he was about to speak, Xu Huaigu suddenly held the sword in his backhand and hit Ye Leng's chest hard with the hilt.
The strength of Xu Huaigu's blow was very particular. It wouldn't kill him, but it would definitely cause him great pain.
Ye Leng didn't expect it. He felt a sweet sensation in his throat and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He injured the bones in his chest, and even if there were pills, he would definitely not be able to recover in ten and a half months.
The old man with the white beard was startled before he realized Xu Huaigu's intention. He was furious, slapped the table and stood up, saying: "What a cruel and vicious boy! He has obviously lost, but you still want to hurt him, how unreasonable!" Xu Huaigu said Pretending to be suspicious, he asked: "Did he lose? But Fellow Daoist Ye did not admit it. I thought that Fellow Daoist Ye wanted to continue fighting with me. It seems that I misunderstood what he meant. I'm really sorry." Where is this? Apologize, this is clearly a provocation!
The old man with the white beard was embarrassed and cursed: "You uneducated boy! Let me teach you a lesson!" After saying that, a sword intent actually spread out.
As an elder, this man actually dared to use his realm to draw a sword at this time! Xu Huaigu gritted his teeth and stood still facing the sword intent, not retreating at all.
Compared to him, many disciples with lower cultivation levels around him could hardly stand and were forced back several steps by this arrogant sword intent.
At this moment, another wave of sword intent suddenly appeared above the restaurant, and then everyone saw only a white afterimage flash past. In addition to being shocked, the atmosphere became even more tense.
Yin Zizhi felt a chill on the back of his neck. It was a flying sword hovering there, with the tip of the sword facing him.
It was an immortal weapon, so it was so fast that the old man with the white beard could take Yin Zishi's life in an instant before the old man with the white beard could react.
The person who drew the sword was An Xiaoyu, who had already reached the sixth level and refined an immortal weapon as his natal flying sword. She said coldly: "You dare to draw your sword and try it." Yin Zizhi was very calm. He turned to look at An Xiaoyu from above and secretly wrote down her face and name.
Among the people present, the one who was most frightened at this time was the old man with the white beard. He is very aware of the importance of Yin Zushi to Fuyao Sect. He is like a destined Nine Realm sword cultivator, so his life is more important than his own.
Just when the farce couldn't end, a cold-faced woman walked in and said: "Enough has happened, it's time to break up." Between heaven and earth, those sword intentions that were about to explode immediately disappeared, and the flying sword disappeared. It returned to An Xiaoyu's eyebrows.
