Chapter 1: A man can bend and stretch

Chen Sheng traveled through time in the club.

Caught off guard.

When he disappeared, only a pair of flip-flops were left on the ground, one pressed against the other.

"..."

A familiar feeling of dizziness swept over him, and he couldn't help but curse: "What the hell, can't you just give me some more time? The process hasn't been completed yet."

Be angry, but the reality must be accepted.

As a "time and space drifter", Chen Sheng has become accustomed to all kinds of outrageous travel postures. Every time he experiences a world, he has to live a new life, and he can only stare when he is unhappy.

Calm yourself down and start observing the environment.

The sun sets in the west.

He was sitting on a awning boat, with sandalwood burning beside him, wine, vegetables, and a widened heavy sword.

The river flows slowly and there is silence all around.

Chen Sheng stuck his head out and glanced at the reflection in the water.

He was wearing a blue robe, and his face was handsome yet heroic. He was obviously a handsome but tough young man.

"Looks pretty good."

After seeing his appearance clearly, Chen Sheng retracted and pinched his painful forehead.

At this time, his right eyelid suddenly twitched, and a new memory was as strong as a flash of water, thrust into his mind.

The young swordsman Gao Tong is twenty-three years old, his parents are dead, and he is ruthless.

"On September 19th, outside Luoyang City, beside the ancient road, in the dense forest, come with your sword..."

Damn it!

Chen Sheng took a breath of air.

What the hell is this "The Sword of the Third Young Master"? And I became "Fast Man" Qualcomm?

As a cologne fan, Chen Sheng has of course read the original work:

At the beginning of the novel, Gaotong was about to challenge the invincible swordsman Yan Shisan. When the two met, he was full of confidence and momentum, but with a "poof", he was pierced through the throat and thrown into the street.

I haven't even survived the first chapter.

To be exact, it's less than 500 words.

"The Sword of the Third Young Master", this place is so scary, there are more masters than dogs, human life is like a piece of grass, anyone who comes out to hang out will die at any time!

So the question is, what should I do?

The river continued to flow, and the towering city wall had already broken into view. There was a forest not far away, and a clear ancient road winding forward.

The terrain looks very similar to the location of the decisive battle, so this should be it.

Chen Sheng grabbed the sword and jumped off the boat.

He found that his hands were full of strength and his steps were very light. He obviously had good cultivation.

Um.

In the novel, Qualcomm has won consecutively since his debut. Now he is in the stage of "popularity", so he is qualified to challenge Yan Shisan.

To be favored by Yan Shisan, you need to have two brushes, but Amao and Agou don't have this chance.

According to Chen Sheng's speculation, his level should be considered a first-rate master.

but!

Above the first-class, there are also super-first-class, even "god-level" perverts.

At present, Yan Shisan has not created the fifteenth change in "The Thirteen Deadly Swords". He has not yet reached the "god level", and his level should be considered super first-class.

It would be too easy for a super first-class person to kill a first-class one. When Chen Sheng came to challenge Yan Shisan, it was basically equivalent to hitting an egg against a stone.

There is absolutely no competition between swords. Who is not afraid of death?

Chen Sheng racked his brains and quickly found the right countermeasure.

——Admit it first.

Yes.

Compared with surviving, shame and nothing else don't matter. It's better to die than to live.

However, Chen Sheng didn't plan to run away immediately, because according to the development of the plot, there should be another opportunity. If he can win it, it would be of great benefit to his development.

This opportunity must be seized!

So, Chen Sheng doubled up and jumped into the woods.

…

There is an open space ahead.

Chen Sheng carefully hid in a plane tree and peeked outside, not even daring to breathe.

Not far away, Yan Shisan was still waiting.

The legendary Yan Shisan was neither tall, nor thin, nor ugly, nor handsome, and had a slightly lazy look on his face, resembling an "ordinary person".

Well, this may be the scariest "ordinary person".

As for age, I guess he should be around thirty years old.

"Strange, why hasn't Qualcomm arrived yet? He is the first challenger." Yan Shisan waited for a long time and muttered to himself impatiently.

"..."

Chen Sheng squatted on the tree and picked his nose, waiting silently.

Not long after, there was finally movement outside, and four imposing swordsmen walked in one after another.

If you guessed correctly:

One is the iron sword that shakes three mountains.

One is the Flying Eagle outside the Pass.

One is Qingfeng Sword.

There is also a "heartless boy" from the Diancang sect, named Cao Bing.

Yan Shisan is an awesome person. He even made appointments with five swordsmen in one go, including Chen Sheng!

One against five, so willful.

"You are here?"

"Here we come."

"Oh." Yan Shisan said lazily, "How about we start then?"

Flying Eagle outside the Pass was the oldest and had the most grumpy temper. He rushed to say: "There are four of us now, but there is only one opponent. Who will go first?"

"We can guess the game."

"You can also draw lots."

Yan Shisan said: "Don't bother, you can come together, I'm in a hurry."

"Absurd! Bullying the minority with more, what do you think we are?"

"As a ghost sent to death."

"What a loud tone. We have status, how can we do such a thing?"

"Yeah!"

The four people looked at each other.

They talked nicely, but they didn't talk about martial ethics at all. "Swish, swish, swish," they all pounced on Yan Shisan.

——It doesn’t matter if you form a group to kill the target. Anyway, you can brag outside and say that you did it yourself.

When Chen Sheng saw this, he couldn't help but feel deep admiration.

Look, this is a Jianghu person, the bottom line is too flexible.

The corners of Yan Shisan's mouth moved and he smiled.

Then draw your sword.

His movements were incredibly fast, some thrusting, some teasing, some touching.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

The sword's light was like snow, and three dead people instantly appeared on the ground.

The flying eagle outside the pass, the Qingfeng sword, and the iron sword shook three mountains and rushed to the street at the same time. He died in a very hasty manner.
To be continued...