The atmosphere on the entire third floor suddenly became quiet and a little depressing.
At the table just now, Liang Qiufeng and Sun Zhengfei used a small space as a platform and tea as a lure. They were going back and forth with each other, constantly exchanging blows.
This kind of exchange of moves is very different from the usual battles between warriors and appears quiet. However, this is also the characteristic of the three-level tea party. If the level breaker and the level keeper are against each other and fight without any scruples, it is not called a tea party.
Yes, it misses the point.
Literary fighting has its rules. In fact, from another perspective, it is more difficult. In addition to one's own cultivation, it also pays attention to skills, and often skills are more important than cultivation.
Maybe this is a deliberate move by the government, which is more beneficial to those who break through the barrier, which can be regarded as a kind of fairness to find a balance.
Liang Qiufeng's journey all the way up the stairs can't be described as thrilling. In the first level, he used cleverness to defeat force, which was considered to be a clever trick; in the second level, he used force to defeat force, which was so rude that the onlookers all believed that he was pregnant.
Secret skills to win at great cost.
Then came the third level.
Surprisingly, Liang Qiufeng did not show any signs of decline. He seemed to be unaffected by the secret technique and remained calm and vigorous.
This is contrary to common sense.
The guerrilla general was shocked and confused: So, the explosive power Liang Qiufeng displayed in the second level was not the result of forbidden magic at all?
If it wasn't a forbidden technique, why would it have such amazing power?
Mysteries remain unsolved, and new ones arise.
While snatching the tea, Liang Qiufeng suddenly pointed his finger. He didn't know whether it was fingering or swordsmanship, but he got the second cup of tea in front of Sun Zhengfei and drank it leisurely.
"How much of the box-pressing skills does this kid still have that he hasn't used yet?"
This question appeared in everyone present. The eyes looking at Liang Qiufeng were all different.
If Sun Zhengfei didn't care when Liang Qiufeng drank the first cup of tea, he was deeply shocked when he drank the second cup.
"If the unpredictable finger is used again and I am not sure of intercepting it, what should I do?"
He felt a little panicked for no reason.
Liang Qiufeng smiled: "Please pour Mr. Sun the third cup of tea."
Sun Zhengfei stared at him, as if he wanted to see through and dig out the hidden secrets.
"Please pour tea!"
Liang Qiufeng spoke again.
"snort!"
Sun Zhengfei snorted coldly, feeling that he had been suppressed by a young boy. He was very embarrassed. He held back his feelings, picked up the teapot, and poured the third cup of tea.
The tea is quiet and filling.
This is the last drink.
The tea was placed on the table, quietly, with only the steam rising.
When the other party poured the tea, Liang Qiufeng, who had been urging him earlier, remained motionless, sitting upright and looking at Sun Zhengfei with burning eyes.
This look is a bit penetrating.
If at the beginning, Liang Qiufeng looked at him like this, he would have dismissed it and decided that the boy was just bluffing and pretending. But after the two cups of tea before, especially after the unpredictable fingering, all his perceptions suddenly changed.
Change.
On the contrary, he felt that Liang Qiufeng was confident and would deliver a fatal blow at any time.
Don't forget, Liang Qiufeng hasn't actually drawn his sword yet.
Regarding the information about Zhongnan Village, many Nanling sects have already explored it clearly and determined that they are definitely from authentic sword cultivating backgrounds.
When it comes to sword cultivation, most of the cultivation is based on a sword. But what Liang Qiufeng showed today subverted the perception.
So, if the sword is drawn, what kind of amazing sight will it be?
The two of them just sat like this, you looking at me, and I looking at you, for a long time, but no one moved, and the atmosphere seemed extremely weird.
The people watching were also calm and silent. Some people secretly complained: Liang Qiufeng must have deliberately set up the three levels in advance. The method of getting through each level is different. From this, it can be seen that this
The boy is not only trying to pass the level, but also to establish his authority.
Before the sect is established, first establish its prestige.
So after the Zhongnan Sword Sect was established, other sects would not dare to act rashly and would act randomly.
But, in Shenzhou and Nanling, is it so easy to establish authority? The tea party passed smoothly, but it just crossed the threshold. There is still a long road ahead.
It is simply a dream for a sect, even if it is just a low-level sect, to think that it can stand tall and stand tall with just a few guys with low Qi ducts.
Suddenly, there was a strange flow of energy upstairs, as if some magic weapon had been born, which stirred up the air and became sharp. It brushed against the person's body, like a ray on the back, which was very uncomfortable.
Everyone looked shocked, and their eyes fell on Liang Qiufeng. To be precise, they landed on the sword at his waist.
The Shangqing Sword is unremarkable, let alone its sheath. The sheath was made by Yaoyao. The workmanship is excellent and very detailed, but the materials used are relatively ordinary.
However, at this moment, this simple sword actually had a powerful sword power emanating from it.
The sword is in the scabbard, not that it cannot be drawn out, but that it is ready to move.
A true great swordsman will never draw his sword when he sees someone. Most of those who draw swords frequently are low-level sword warriors. They look mighty, but in fact they are vain.
The power of the sword was imaginary and invisible. But the people upstairs were all Qi Dao level warriors, and they could feel it immediately. Some even subconsciously arched their waists, instinctively making a defensive posture.
Sun Zhengfei, who was sitting opposite Liang Qiufeng, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His eyes were bright and he stared at Liang Qiufeng's sword hand without blinking to see when he would draw the sword.
Liang Qiufeng suddenly smiled, which looked bright in the depressing atmosphere upstairs: "I'm going to draw my sword."
He actually said such a thing.
To show fairness?
Or, deliberately misleading or confusing the audience?
Sun Zhengfei swallowed his saliva and felt his palms begin to sweat. Holding back the discomfort, he said, "Just come out. What are you talking about?"
Although he was talking, he did not relax at all, for fear that Liang Qiufeng would attack. This guy is young, but he is more cunning than the old Jianghu.
laugh!
Liang Qiufeng drew his sword out of its sheath, and the edge flashed.
Draw your sword and thrust straight.
Point sword style!
Sun Zhengfei's eyes widened, showing all his despair. He suddenly realized that even if Liang Qiufeng said hello before drawing his sword, even if he knew clearly that he was drawing his sword, it still would not help. Such a short distance, so fast.
With the sword posture, there is no way to block it except retreating.
The sword's power enveloped him, and he moved forward indomitably.
Sun Zhengfei retreated so fast that he knocked a table behind him into pieces, so how could he care about it? He clearly felt that if he retreated even a little slower, he might die from the sword.
With one sword, the dust settled.
Sun Zhengfei retreated several feet away, and Liang Qiufeng was the only one left sitting at the original table. With his sword put away, Jianfeng picked up the third cup of tea, held it up, and pointed it at him:
"Thank you Mr. Sun for three cups of good tea!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)