It made people anxious.
How can this be done?
Ye Qingyun was panicking in his heart, but on the surface he was as calm as an old dog.
There was no sign that he was panicking at all.
Pretending is a bad habit, but it's a pity that Ye Qingyun can't quit it.
"How about it? Do you dare to fight with me?"
Seeing that Ye Qingyun was silent, Yufeng Sword Lord asked.
"No disrespect to the Son!"
Huikong couldn't bear it anymore.
He stood up immediately.
"Amitabha, as a master of swordsmanship, you have no self-respect. Since you want to fight the Holy Son, you must defeat the poor monk first!"
The Wind Sword Lord showed a hint of contempt.
"A Buddhist? Haha, is it possible that you want to hide behind a Buddhist and don't even have the courage to fight me?"
Huikong still wanted to speak, but Jian Tianming stopped him.
"Since the senior insists on this, let the junior continue to learn from the senior's clever tricks."
Jian Tianming knew that he was no match for Yufeng Jianzun.
But he also did not allow Master Yufeng Sword to provoke Mr. Ye, whom he respected the most.
So I would rather fight to the death than protect Ye Qingyun.
"Okay, okay, let's go together."
Ye Qingyun didn't really act like a turtle.
He waved his hand towards Jian Tianming.
"Young people should not be too arrogant, but should be as steady as me."
Jian Tianming quickly bowed.
"Young master taught me a lesson!"
Then he honestly stepped aside.
"This old Nine Swordsman"
"My name is Yufengjianzun!"
"It's almost the same."
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Ye Qingyun clasped his hands behind his back, his expression still calm.
"You want to compete with me in swordsmanship?"
"good."
Yufengjianzun looked directly at Ye Qingyun.
"Pity."
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
Yufengjianzun was startled.
"What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that I have sealed my sword for many years and vowed never to compete with anyone again."
As Ye Qingyun spoke, he also showed an expression as lonely as snow, with the past drifting in the wind.
It seems that there is an unknown past in him.
"How many years has the sword been sealed?"
Yufengjianzun looked suspicious.
Naturally, he would not believe Ye Qingyun's words.
How is this
It all looks like Ye Qingyun's excuse to avoid fighting.
"However, since you insist on competing with me in swordsmanship, I will give you a chance."
Ye Qingyun said this.
give me a chance?
Yufengjianzun was a little annoyed and laughed.
After all, he is also one of the Nine Great Sword Masters, a well-known strong man in the Central Plains Swordsmanship.
Who do you Ye Qingyun mean?
And you said give yourself a chance?
Is it a big face?
"Then tell me how you can compete with me in sword competition?"
Ye Qingyun smiled slightly.
"I have a sword. If you can break it, I will make an exception and have a sword showdown with you."
Yufeng Sword Master looked disdainful.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship in the Central Plains for thousands of years, and although it has not been long since I became a swordsman, I have seen all the sword moves in the world."
"If you really have a brilliant sword move, just use it and see how I can break it!"
In his words, the confidence and pride of Yufengjianzun were reflected.
To be able to become one of the Sword Masters and rank among the Nine Great Sword Masters, Yufeng Sword Master naturally has very profound knowledge.
Master Yufeng Swordmaster has seen all the top swordsmen in the Central Plains and their sword moves.
He asked himself, apart from the top five sword masters, he was confident that he could crack the sword moves of the other nine sword masters.
certainly.
It can be cracked, but whether it can actually be defeated is another matter.
But this does not prevent Yufengjianzun from having confidence in himself.
He felt that although Ye Qingyun might be a hidden master, it was impossible for him to perform sword moves beyond his own knowledge.
even.
He felt that Ye Qingyun might be pretending.
"Then you have to watch out, I will only draw the sword once."
Ye Qingyun has already grasped the iron sword handed over by Jian Tianming.
Then calm down and relax.
With a wave of his hand.
Then sheath the sword.
"Do you see clearly? How do you break this sword?"
Ye Qingyun asked calmly.
Wind Sword Master "???"
What the hell?
Is this the fucking end for you?
I thought you hadn't started yet!
To be continued...