Dongjuncheng, Dongyang Bridge.
At this moment, countless people from the seven countries in East County are gathering at both ends of the bridge, looking forward to the next battle.
Some business-minded vendors directly set up stalls on the left and right.
There are food for sale, supplies for sale, and even swords for sale on the street.
The main focus is on one thing, swordsmanship.
"This sword of mine is three feet and one inch long. It was forged by Zhushen Mountain Villa. This sword must drink blood when it comes out. Linghu Chong, I see that it is not easy for you to practice martial arts. Now go back and show your fault to your fellow martial arts fellows in Dongjun. Let's expose it. Otherwise, don’t blame me, the sword doesn’t have eyes!”
An old swordsman from the Wu Kingdom looked at Qin Yun coldly.
This person is a master and has seven swords under his sect. However, just in the morning, he was provoked by Qin Yun one after another.
That's how it is in the world of martial arts. If you fight the young, the old will always come.
But this is the effect Qin Yun wants. If he doesn't force Ye Suifeng out, how can he save the little medical fairy?
Qin Yun looked solemn and flicked the long sword in his hand.
"This sword has no name. I bought it from a roadside stall. It's enough to defeat you!"
"Arrogant, suffer death!"
The master followed the sword and took the lead in attacking.
The onlookers exclaimed: "It's Laiyang Old Sword's unique move, the Shadowless Sword, so fast!"
"Nonsense, this is an excellent swordsmanship that the Sword God has taken seriously!"
"No, what is Linghu Chong doing? He is motionless. Could it be that he is frightened?"
"Look, he's moving. Is he juggling? It's such a slow swordsmanship that even my three-year-old can do it."
"No, that's not slow, that's extremely fast!"
"Zheng~~"
With a sword roar, Qin Yun passed by Grandmaster Laiyang.
A strand of long hair fell from Qin Yun's temples, but the sword in his hand was broken in response.
The Dongjun martial artist let out a long sigh of relief. If he was really ruined by an outsider, how could that Dongjun martial artist hold his head high?
But at this moment, Old Laiyang was kneeling on one knee, covering his chest: "What a... What a fast sword!"
"Bang!"
Old Laiyang fell to the ground suddenly.
"What? One move, another move!"
Qin Yun smiled and picked up Old Laiyang's sword.
"I'll keep your sword. Whenever you defeat me, it won't be too late to come back and get it!"
"Pfft~"
The old man Laiyang spurted out a mouthful of old blood. For a swordsman, the sword is life. The sword is where the person is, and the sword dies and the person dies.
He turned over and jumped off the bridge in shame and anger. Fortunately, a fellow martial artist picked him up.
"Grandmaster Laiyang, why did you drown yourself?"
"Yes, this person is too evil. It only takes one sword to defeat the enemy. You have worked very hard!"
"Damn it, the God-casting Conference is coming soon, and martial arts colleagues are gathering together. Is this outsider trying to overwhelm me, the heroes of East County?"
"I don't know if he has found a suitable great caster."
At this time, a boy carrying a sword stepped forward.
"Linghu Chong, my master hopes to cooperate with you and become famous all over the world together!"
Qin Yun smiled and said, "Who is your master?"
"Don't listen to him, Master Linghu, cooperate with us. My master is a serious descendant of the Mo Sect, and his forging skills are extraordinary. He came here to win the title of the divine craftsman."
Qin Yun's eyes lit up when he heard that he was a craftsman.
"Okay, I will seriously consider it, but it will have to wait until I finish challenging Ye Suifeng!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked again.
"Oh my God, how old he is, he is about to challenge the Grand Master!"
"Is it possible that the myth of the undefeated Sword God Dongfang will be shattered?"
The East is undefeated?
Qin Yun really couldn't stand it any longer. How could the old man look like Dongfang Invincible in this situation?
Qin Yun glanced at Yang Yong, who was watching the battle in the crowd, and motioned for him to follow these disciples of the Great Caster closely and find out where they lived.
Of course, Qin Yun definitely didn't want to kidnap anyone. He just wanted to invite him back to Qiongzhou Island in a "friendly" manner. After all, Qin Yun's ambitions were too great. He wanted to rub many industrial machines by hand. How could a craftsman with no interests do that? OK?
One Luban is not enough!
Of course, these boys carrying swords didn't know that Qin Yun was already thinking about their master, and even the children like them.
There is no way, who told Qin Yun to be so thirsty for talents?
Old Man Laiyang's defeat soon caused a sensation in Dongjun City, but what Qin Yun didn't expect was that the old turtle Ye Suifeng would remain unmoved.
"I, Linghu Chong, am here to challenge the Sword God. If Ye Suifeng doesn't come before the end of time, then the title of Sword God should be given to me!"
"Extremely arrogant!"
Everyone looked for the voice and saw Qi Bingxian leading several disciples from Ye Suifeng's sect to the foot of the bridge.
Yue Sui volunteered: "Senior brother, let me go and meet him!"
But he was stopped by Qi Dangxian: "You are no match for him. I can feel that he is different. Stay back!"
Qin Yun smiled and looked at Qi Bingxian: "Hey, here comes the old turtle's disciple, the little turtle!"
Qi Dangxian glanced at the old man Laiyang who had fought with him before. He almost lost to him at first, but he didn't expect that Linghu Chong actually defeated him with one sword.
Qi Dangxian muttered: "I hope your sword is as hard as your mouth!"
"bring it on!"
After saying that, Qi put his sword on the hilt without moving, staring at Qin Yun's movements like a wolf with his eyes. Qin Yun's expression was serious, but he became serious.
Wang Menghu once said that Ye Suifeng's special skill is the sword drawing technique borrowed from the great master Fusang!
It is said that the longer the sword is drawn and the momentum is drawn, the more powerful it will be.
Of course, Qin Yun would not give Qi Bianxian a chance to draw his sword. He rushed forward and stabbed him with a simple blow.
Qi Bingxian suddenly drew his sword and slashed.
"Dang~"
Qin Yun paused, and the sword in his hand broke again.
Qi Dangxian sneered: "Are you worthy of competing with my master?"
Qin Yun smiled and picked up a long knife from the vendor on the side.
"Actually, I'm good with a knife!"
As he said that, he slashed forward with all his strength. Qi Dangxian was secretly shocked. The person in front of him was actually a master of both swords and swords?
Old Laiyang, who had just been picked up and comforted by others, wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. He was obviously a swordsman, and he actually defeated him with a sword.
Shame on you!
This time, Qin Yun did not confront Qi Bingxian head-on, but used his body skills to fight him. Qi Bingxian became more and more frightened as he fought. He always felt that the figure and even the moves of the person in front of him were somewhat familiar.
Until Qin Yun overcame his defense, turned his sword into a fist, and struck directly in front of him.
Qi Dangxian finally remembered the scene of his defeat in Shangjing City that day.
"Bang!"
Qi Dangran flew out with a nosebleed.
Qi Dangxian: "Who are you from Qin Yun?"
Qin Yun smiled and said: "I am his senior brother. Why, have you forgotten the taste of Jeet Kune Do?"
Qi Dangxian's chest heaved up and down, and he touched the sword in the sword case behind him. This was supposed to be used to fight Qin Yun, but he didn't expect a senior brother to come out halfway.
At this time, Qiu Wanning in the crowd frowned. There was someone in Yue who called himself Linghu Chong, but that person seemed to be Qin Yun himself. Why did this "Linghu Chong" call himself Senior Brother Qin Yun now?
Qiu Wanning silently wrote it down, preparing to talk about it later with Yue Sui.
Qi Dangxian was furious. He was the most talented person in Northern Qi, but he was defeated by Qin Yun in Daxia. He has been practicing hard since then. Who would have thought that when Qin Yun was seriously injured and fell into a coma, another senior brother of Qin Yun would show up?
He can't bear it anymore, he will do his best!
But at this moment, eunuchs from Wu Palace hurriedly came from a distance.
"Order of the Sword God, tomorrow at the God-casting Conference, he will accept the challenge from Young Master Linghu, and the winner will be the Sword God!"
Qin Yun's heart sank. We've reached this point, and this old turtle still doesn't come out?
"Okay, I, Linghu Chong, will wait for one more day!"
After speaking, he walked slowly down the long bridge, but no one dared to stop him.
After being brought back to the yard, Qin Yun checked Han Jiangxue's recovery from his injuries. Of course, the acupuncture was mainly torture, but it was not serious.
"how's it going?"
Han Jiangxue shook her head: "Just rest for a while! What are you going to do next?"
Qin Yun smiled and said: "Go straight to Chaozhou! Then I will snatch you to be the wife of the village!"
Han Jiangxue blushed: "I am your royal sister-in-law!"
Qin Yun: "Only in name, he and I are not close."
Han Jiangxue: "..."
Qin Yun covered Han Jiangxue with a quilt: "The person you asked to find hasn't been found yet. I'll go see Master Lu first. You can take good care of your injuries."
Han Jiangxue suddenly stood up and hugged Qin Yun.
"Don't go, I didn't ask you to find him..."
Qin Yun asked: "Then what do you mean?"
Han Jiangxue leaned towards Qin Yun and exhaled softly: "I just want to tell him that I already have a man who is more worthy of my trust!"
After speaking, he bit Qin Yun's ear and pushed him down on the bed.
Qin Yun turned her over without any courtesy.
"Leprechaun!"
Han Jiangxue smiled charmingly: "Call me sister-in-law!"
Qin Yun: "..."
