From the bottom of his heart, Tang Ci refused.
But since Qin Changfeng is a fellow disciple, it seems difficult to refuse.
"Junior Brother, this matter is not only related to my face, Senior Brother, but also to the reputation of our entire sect. We can lose or die, but we cannot retreat without a fight. If Junior Brother is really unwilling, then Senior Brother I will have to be wounded and fight... ·." As he spoke, Feng Linwen began to cough crazily.
Tang Ci's face darkened. He could not say any words of rejection at this moment. He could only nod his head and said: "Since it is senior brother's business, then junior brother I... naturally am obligated."
Seeing that Tang Ci agreed, Feng Lin's face was full of guilt.
Regarding the character of Tang Ci, Feng Linwen was very accurate.
He doesn't have that much love, love or ambition, but he is extraordinarily willing to give to his "own people" whom he identifies with.
This is why, with Tang Ci's inner talent, he was deceived into Tianxia City with such clumsy lies.
It's not that he can't detect that this is a scam, it's just that he simply wants to believe who he wants to believe.
The wind swept across the sky, cloudless.
Under the martial monument at the gate of Tianxia City, a swordsman in blue, wearing a bamboo hat, stood alone in the wind. His shadow seemed to be swaying with the long sails swaying around him.
Compared with the sharp-edged appearance when he first entered Tianxia City, Yan's return now is ordinary.
Only the square scarf tied to the handle of the knife was still as white as ever.
People have been waiting at the city gate for a long time, but the young hero who was so stunning that he seemed to be sweeping the entire Tianxia City did not arrive as expected.
Although everyone knew that there was no verbal agreement between Qin Changfeng and Yan Shigui.
However, if Qin Changfeng really avoids fighting today, then he will immediately plummet after stepping on the reputation established by Xie Qinghou and Su Xiu.
"Why aren't you here yet?"
"It can't be that you are afraid!"
There was a constant buzz of discussion around him.
"I heard that the inn where Qin Changfeng stayed last night has been burned to ashes. I'm afraid he won't be able to come today." A traveler whispered.
"What? Who did it?" The people around were surprised.
Then there were bursts of knowing sneers.
Conspiracy theories never lack market, not to mention... this is not fake news.
Yan Shigui just stood there, silent and unresponsive.
However, a disciple of the Wuzong stood up and said loudly: "Qin Changfeng is a despicable villain. He used shameless means to defeat the second and fourth masters in one and a half moves. Now that the eldest master invites him to fight, he does not dare to come. It can be seen that After all, he is really a cowardless person, and his reputation in the world is just a rumor."
Another disciple of the Wuzong followed and said: "Senior brother, you are serious. This person can win over the two young masters by using tricks, and he is also a talented person. But now that he knows that he has to fight with our eldest young master, he has finally shown his cowardice. If he doesn't come, , but it’s the right thing to do. If it comes, not only will it be embarrassing to lose, but if your life is not saved if you are not careful, wouldn’t it be a big loss?”
Many Wuzong disciples around him followed suit, which was quite lively.
Most of the onlookers are the kind who think they are very smart.
After a few words, his thoughts were guided again, and he cursed Qin Changfeng's cowardice and despicability.
On the other hand, Qin Changfeng's idiot fans, most of whom were women, actually stood up and started arguing with those who were watching the excitement around him.
The crowded city gate was suddenly more lively and noisy than the vegetable market.
"Well... I'm here for Senior Brother Qin." A not too loud voice seemed very inconspicuous amidst the noise.
No one even seemed to hear me.
"Quiet!" Yan Shi's returning voice was like a blade, sweeping across the surroundings sharply. The originally noisy voices suddenly became silent because of this sound.
Yan Shigui's eyes followed the voice he heard before and quickly fell on Tang Ci.
Tang Ci was dressed in a simple gray robe and held a simple iron sword in his hand. He slowly walked out of the crowd, then clasped his fists at Yan Shigui and said, "Young Master! I am Tang Ci, Chief Qin. Feng’s fellow junior brother. Senior brother Qin was attacked by someone last night and was seriously injured. He cannot come to fight today, so how about he fight in the next generation?"
When Yan Xie didn't reply, a disciple of the Wuzong who had deliberately stirred up the commotion said: "You are a cowardless and despicable person. I dare not come to fight, so I pretended to be seriously injured and sent an unknown person to die."
"Boy! Why don't you take a pee and see if you are qualified to take the blow from the eldest son?"
As soon as the sound was heard, there were many people around to cater to him.
Even those girls who were originally fans of Qin Changfeng had many complaints.
What they want to see is Qin Changfeng, who is handsome and handsome, with outstanding martial arts and literary talents, not a humble swordsman.
Tang Ci's expression did not change at all, but Yan Shigui suddenly took off the bamboo hat on his head and looked at Tang Ci seriously.
He could feel that there was a very strange feeling spreading from Tang Ci, which made him pay attention unconsciously.
"It turns out that this world only allows the three young city lords of Tianxia City to fight with me, senior brother Qin, but does not allow me, my fellow disciple, to fight on my behalf and handle a round?" Tang Ci seemed to be mocking himself, and there was no meaning in this. The extreme meaning struck many people's ears, but some were particularly harsh.
Yan Shigui's eyes were like daggers, and he glanced fiercely at the few Wuzong disciples who were still guiding public opinion.
"If you don't shut up, you're in disgrace, get out!" A voice as cold as a knife came out, and the disciples were frightened and did not dare to say any more.
Yan Shihui turned his eyes and said "please" to Tang Ci.
It was obvious that he maintained his identity and wanted Tang Ci to make the first move.
Tang Ci didn't refuse, and slowly took out his long sword from the scabbard.
After thinking for a while, he gestured twice in vain, and then thrust out a sword crookedly.
The sword came slowly, tremblingly, and seemed to strike crookedly.
Even if you find a random martial artist who has practiced the Crophand Style for a few days, you can still make the sword look better than him.
There were bursts of laughter all around.
But Yan Shigui's eyes suddenly froze, his eyeballs motionless, and the hand holding the handle of the knife, for some reason... couldn't pull out the knife from the scabbard.
Feng Linyi once explained to Tang Ci that the most important thing when tattooing a word with a sword is to be fast and accurate.
Use the fastest and shortest distance to penetrate the most vital part of the enemy.
But at this moment, Tang Ci had clearly lost all three techniques.
Neither fast, nor cruel, nor accurate.
However, it has the shadow of a sword that encompasses all forces. Even though it is a little immature, it already has a peerless edge.
Others don't know it, but when faced with this sword, Yan Shigui felt that this sword was inexplicable and seemed like a joke.
I felt that this sword was extremely difficult to deal with.
He even forgot how to draw the sword at this moment.
Snapped!
The long knife was slashed out with the scabbard attached.
Others looked at it and saw that Yan Shigui didn't even bother to draw a sword and looked down on Tang Ci's opponent.
Only Yan Shigui understood that he was suddenly involved and forgot how to draw a sword, so he had no choice but to use the method of turning a sword into an ax to forcefully break open the embarrassing situation in front of him.
