No one has ever heard of the name of "Six Ao Han Skills", but Kou Zhong said it solemnly, and it seems that it was also written by Shen Yuanjing. After Fu Junyu took on the challenge just now, no one dared to underestimate him. They widened their eyes and looked carefully into the scene.

Kou Zhong took a deep breath and said loudly: "The first move of Aohan Six Skills 'Don't praise anyone for good colors, just leave the clear air to fill the universe', you'll take it!"

"Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Tong applauded, which made many people look like they were secretly complaining: "Is this old man confused? The two of them have not taken action yet. Could it be that there are some tricks in the middle that I can't see?"

The man was about to agree, but he listened to Wang Tong continue saying, "Okay, good poem!" He couldn't help but hold back his words.

The two of them in the field turned a deaf ear to each other. Kou Zhong's sword energy slowly emanated from the long sword in his hand, clear and cold, as if a wisp of quiet fragrance of flowers, untouchable, but with a hint of coolness, it was pressed on everyone's faces and hands.

"Okay!" Ouyang Xiyi shouted loudly. The man was puzzled just now, but he heard him say, "Shen Xiuqing and elegant, good swordsmanship."

Ba Fenghan naturally realized it very well. With a "swish" sound, he pulled out the knife completely. A sharp momentum filled the audience, as if the strong wind in the desert in winter made people's faces hurt.

Both of them moved their feet and quickly exchanged hands. The two swords collided, splashing a little spark, and igniting a crisp sound of gold and iron.

The second sentence popped up in Kou Zhong's mouth: "Why wait for the autumn wind to arrive? Xiao Ai never shares spring." This move was very decisive, and suddenly went up, with three points of extraordinary and uniqueness.

Wang Tong's eyes lit up and he shouted again: "Good poem!"

After that, "There are still strong after thousands of blows, and the winds in the east, south, west and north", "I would rather die from the branches, and never blow the north wind", "I must know that the snow is proud of the frost, not the body of the prosperous team", and "The grass without leaves in the forest, the roots of the grass are yellow, and the beards of the dragon roars the pine sun and the moon" were called out by Kou Zhong one after another, and he also praised them one by one.

Those who didn't understand elegance felt inexplicable when they saw Wang Tong's face full of excitement and sighed with a long beard. Only Ouyang Xiyi would always follow a sentence.

Wu Hua also approached Shen Yuanjing's ear and said softly: "The names given to Wu Gong by Langjun are so nice, and Wu loves them very much."

Wang Tong and Ouyang Xiyi are the most senior and most prestigious people in the field. One is "good poem" on the left and the other is "good swordsmanship" on the right, which makes those who cannot understand them very shocked. Even if Kou Zhong is at a disadvantage and struggles to support him, no one dares to ignore it.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Xu Ziling drew out his sword and said loudly: "Rheumatism and cold, Yangzhou's two dragons are originally one, and they are going together when dealing with one, and they are going together when dealing with one group. I'm going to take action now. If you have any helpers, just call me."

After saying that, he shook his sword and quickly walked over, and looked at the flaws exposed in the opponent's sword technique. He left with one sword, forcing him to bypass Kou Zhong's sword and turn around to save himself.

This move made Ba Fenghan's eyes lit up, blocked the attack, and slashed with a backhand, with a momentum like a rainbow. Xu Ziling did not retreat but advanced, and took a step forward half a step forward, slid the sword towards the opponent's right shoulder, and then blocked the sword tip on the route before the opponent changed his move.

"Ah! It's Yi's sword technique!" Fu Junyu screamed in surprise, his face full of disbelief, which shocked everyone and opened his eyes wide.

Xu Ziling and Ba Fenghan had a few more moves, and soon fell into a disadvantage. With Kou Zhong's assistance from the side, he got time and shouted: "Who said this is Yi's sword technique? This is the nameless sword technique of our Huashan Sect."

He turned his sword and shouted, "Look, this is Sword Three." He moved the breaking sword style to the extreme, and Kou Zhong fought hard, but he regained a lot of momentum.

Ouyang Xiyi praised: "A good move of 'Sword Three' is the beginning of the nameless things, and they complement each other."

Fu Junyu looked carefully with a gloomy face for a while before breathing out a sigh of relief: "It's not Yi's sword technique." But he also saw that this was a sword technique that might not be much inferior to Yi's sword technique. He felt a little shocked and said in his heart:

"No wonder my master thought for a long time when he saw the cracked sword, and he still praised me very much. He asked me to come to Central Plains to see this person, so he must be more respectful and not act rashly."

After a stalemate for a while, Ba Fenghan felt a little impatient. Although the two young men in front of him were not as good as him, they had excellent skills, agile footwork, and full of resilience. If they didn't use a little more strength, they would probably not be able to win in a short while. So how can they have the nerve to challenge the two masters?

He shook the two of them with one sword, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and asked the sword to come out at the same time, giving them a heavy hand.

The two of them were about to pounce on them when the sound of flute suddenly came from the roof.

The sound of the flute has no beginning. As soon as it comes, it is a rumbling and sarcastic sigh, as if it is awakened in the middle of the night. The moon has already hung on the sky, bright and bright.

The delicate and soft inside is like a stream winding, slowly flowing. Between washing your feet, there will be a gentle caress of the stream, and the fish kisses it, making your heart slightly sway.

When it is high, it is like a surging wave, passionate. When you hear the pleasant part, you will be magnificent to the sunrise on Mount Tai, which is beyond the fighting between masters.

The sound of the flute was together, and the murderous intention was gone. The three people in the field stood with their hands and were unwilling to move. Even those who did not understand the rhythm could sense the infinite charm of the flute sound. The surroundings were quiet, and only insects and birds were harmonious.

Until the end, the sound of the flute gradually became lighter and seemed unheard, turning into a lingering and entanglement that was as if it were broken and separated, as well as the pain that could not be obtained and could not be let go of, evoke the deep pain and joy in everyone's heart, and slowly tell the stories in their hearts.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and no one could speak in the yard for a while.

Wang Tong had long forgotten some poems and fights, raised his head and let out a sad whistle, and said desolately: "Forget it! Forget it! If you hear this song, you may not be able to hear any good news in the future. Qingxuan's flute art not only has the true teachings of the heart, but also has a better reputation. Wang Tong admires it."

He mentioned the word "Xi Xin", and tears faintly appeared in his eyes. At a glance, he knew that the sound of the flute was aroused by the past.

Ouyang Xiyi also had a gentle look in his eyes and whispered to the roof: "Since Qingxuan is here, why not come down to see you? Uncle hasn't seen you yet."

Ba Fenghan also said loudly: "Ba someone came from all the way, just to see Fairy Qingxuan, and if he got this, he would have no regrets to die."

A faint sigh came from behind the roof, and a light voice came, saying, "It's like we're not seeing each other. Qingxuan was ordered by my mother to play a song for the two people. After this matter is over, we'll go."

"Let's wait!" Ba Fenghan shouted loudly, soaring into the sky and about to go to the room. Shen Yuanjing blinked his fingers and a sharp sound immediately sounded, and he quickly turned towards the other person's head.

Ba Fenghan's face changed drastically. If he wanted to go up, he would definitely not be able to avoid it. He had to sink his body and land on the ground. The energy reached mid-air above his head, but it dissipated with the sharp sound.

Everyone looked at Shen Yuanjing, but he ignored it. His lips moved a few times, and the tiles sounded on the roof, and then stopped. It was Shi Qingxuan who took a few steps and turned back.
Chapter completed!