When he heard this number, Song Bieye couldn't help but jump in the corners of his eyes. Although the land of Shenzhou is rich in products, the output of spiritual rice is extremely large, but for a true disciple of a lower-level sect, the number of ten thousand kilograms is not enough.
Take it easy. More importantly, when Liang Qiufeng spoke, his eyes were shining and he looked very confident.
He wants to bet ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice to fight with him!
To fight or not to fight?
The problem was suddenly thrown back to him. Song Bieye swallowed his saliva, his eyes flickering, as if he was wondering if the other party was deliberately bluffing to scare people.
However, Liang Qiufeng looked calm and did not reveal any flaws.
When they heard that ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice was being bet, everyone in the Zhongnan Sword Sect was in an uproar. They took it for granted that the sect leader must be confident if he dared to make this request.
"The sect master is mighty!"
Immediately, someone roared loudly to support his reputation.
But it was Abin.
Master Gu Chengyang glared at him.
Abin shrank his neck, but the other teenagers around him were aroused and shouted in unison.
The sound waves gathered together, and the whole mountain was shocked.
Hearing this, the representatives of the thirteen sects all had shocked faces: The newly established Zhongnan Sword Sect looks like a mess of people, with no outstanding masters, but it has a strong centripetal force and a vigorous and upward spirit.
Mental outlook.
This is often what old sects gradually disappear and lack.
Liang Qiufeng stood up and took a step forward: "Master Song, what do you think?"
Song Bieye gritted his teeth. At this point, he could no longer admit his cowardice. Besides, he also had a great chance of winning: "Master Liang, please get out of here."
A smile appeared at the corner of Liang Qiufeng's mouth, and with the sword of hurt in his hand, he walked out to confront it.
Song Bieye took a long breath. Although his level of cultivation surpassed that of Liang Qiufeng, he still felt uneasy for some reason, so he had to treat it with caution.
As a genius, one has outstanding qualifications, but practical experience must also keep up. If you are arrogant and complacent, you will often reap the consequences.
These are all commonplace things.
"please!"
With a simple word, the sword in his hand swung and stabbed him.
This sword seems to be sharp, but in fact it is more of a kind of probing. Compared with the battle with Zuo Ming just now, the strategy has undoubtedly changed a lot.
Liang Qiufeng grasped the Sword of Shangqing, took a step to the left, and let it pass gently.
The two sides fought, back and forth, both attacking and defending at a very fast pace. In just a short time, they had already fought for more than ten rounds.
It's just that many people present could see that the two people in the battle were holding back secretly and did not show their true skills at all, just to test each other's strengths and weaknesses.
In fact, it's no wonder. After all, one side is the host and the other side is the guest. If a life-and-death struggle begins as soon as they meet, the taste will be completely different.
The sword shadows were everywhere, and Song Bieye became more and more certain: It seems that Liang Qiufeng is not as powerful as the legend says. Even if he has condensed the sword energy, it must not be inspired casually...
Suddenly Liang Qiufeng laughed loudly: "Since Mr. Song is so polite, then Liang will take the initiative."
After saying that, the sword's power changed in vain, becoming dull.
If the two of them were drinking at the dinner table just now, you toasted me a glass, and I toasted you a glass, at least they were maintaining the superficial politeness; then Liang Qiufeng's proactive attack now is equivalent to holding a large jar of wine in his hand and asking for it.
Force the other person to drink it all in one gulp and see if they choke you to death.
Dry!
Song Bieye hesitated, but was beaten by Liang Qiufeng. He was very unwilling to do so. He immediately unfolded his sword skills and used the moves he was proud of in his life to regain the advantage immediately.
The two of them hit each other quickly, and the sound of sword blades clashing was heard continuously, like beads falling on a jade plate, rolling continuously.
During this period, the true energy burst out, surging all around, making a chissing sound, and piercing countless irregular holes in the ground, densely packed like a honeycomb.
This is the distinctive feature of the battle between Qi Dao warriors.
The two sides fought fiercely, fully engaged, and soon started to get real fire.
Song Bieye wanted to defeat Liang Qiufeng in one fell swoop, trample Zhongnan Jianmen's face to the ground, and make his name famous; but Liang Qiufeng could not just let others manipulate him.
For everyone watching, their expectations for victory and defeat were equally great. They watched with such concentration that they couldn't bear to blink their eyes.
Song Bieye's swordsmanship is rigorous and majestic, like a mountain; Liang Qiufeng's swordsmanship is a bit unique. It looks scattered, but every time a sword comes out, it is an unexpected and divine sword, which can change the battle all of a sudden. The situation depends on the pros and cons.
It can be seen from this that Song Bieye's sword studies paid attention to systematization and unification, and their hard work was basically used in a proud martial arts; Liang Qiufeng's studies were more complex. " is the core, and "Eight Swords of Yongzi" is the form of expression.
However, "Eight Swords of Yongzi" is called the Eight Swords. In fact, the trajectory of the eight swords can be said to cover the changes in the world's swords. .So after mastering the essence of it, Liang Qiufeng could turn other swordsmanship into his own use and express his own style.
Of course, at this stage, his attainments in "The Heart of the Sword and the Carving of the Dragon? The Eight Swords of Eternal Characters" are still very superficial, and it is impossible for him to achieve a state of great success that combines the strengths of all the masters.
Even so, it is enough to deal with Song Bieye.
At the beginning, Liang Qiu Feng struck with his sword in the east and west, and then in the middle, but it was all chaotic. As the sword force took shape and became coherent, the sword moves that looked like children's graffiti gradually merged, just like countless branching streams merging into a river. It's continuous and rolling, and it's hard to resist.
The power of the sword is actually surging!
Rivers can annihilate mountains.
The more Song Bieye fought, the more frightened he became, his confidence was shattered bit by bit, and he began to retreat.
Some people watching the battle sighed: Song Bieye has been defeated...
Keng!
There was a loud roar, and Song Bieye almost lost control of the sword in his hand. He fell backwards and fell to the ground, sweating profusely, and saw Liang Qiufeng in shock.
"If you lose, you will be left with ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice."
When Liang Qiufeng sheathed his sword, he was actually taking advantage of the situation to adjust his breathing. He hadn't fought so heartily with someone for a long time. In addition to winning one victory, his understanding of the way of the sword has deepened. Sure enough, the best step to progress is, It is to participate in the battle and gain enlightenment through battle.
Song Bieye looked sad and said: "Master Liang, I only carry one thousand kilograms of spiritual rice..."
He and other sect representatives originally came to the peak as guests and were preparing to gain power, so how could they have so much spiritual rice on their bodies.
Liang Qiufeng said: "The spiritual rice is not enough, so I have to make up the elixir."
Song Bieye took off the bag of spiritual rice from his waist, emptied out the Qiankun bag, and finally made the final calculation. All the things that could be cashed in were added up, and he only had more than 5,000 kilograms of spiritual rice, which was still not enough.
"Not enough? Then this sword can barely count as five thousand kilograms of spiritual rice."
Liang Qiufeng came up with the idea of the sword in Song Bieye's hand.
"What?"
Song Bieye quit: This sword is a low-grade treasure, given by his mentor, and is of extraordinary value.
"You want to default on your debt?"
Liang Qiufeng's face changed like turning the pages of a book.
Song Bieye couldn't say the harsh words, so he muttered: "Can't I write the IOU?"
"No credit allowed."
Master Liang refused firmly.
In the end, Song Bieye had no choice but to shamelessly borrow 5,000 kilograms of spiritual rice from representatives of other sects, put it together and gave it to Liang Qiufeng.
Hey, I’m so embarrassed...
Some sect representatives who had had conflicts with Zhushan Sect could not help but secretly laugh. If this matter spreads, I believe it will soon become a big laughing stock in Nanling.
Song Bieye originally thought that someone would stand up for him, but then he realized that he was still too young. Before challenging Liang Qiufeng, those people deliberately blew the whistle and talked about a united front to jointly embarrass Zhongnan Jianmen, but once he fell
In defeat, many faces immediately lost their enthusiasm.
It's not that they are on the side of Zhongnan Sword Sect, but these sects also hope in their hearts and are happy to watch Zhushan Sect make a fool of themselves.
Fortunately, there is someone I have good friends with who is willing to lend him spiritual rice. Otherwise, if he can't get the rice, he might not be able to keep the sword in his hand.
Damn, hateful...
His face turned red and seemed to bleed.
"Master Liang is really good at swordsmanship. It makes Xiao feel very excited when he looks at it. He hesitates to show his favor. How about a fight with him? Not to mention ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice, even one hundred thousand kilograms. Xiao will accompany him."
Suddenly a person stepped out. He was thin and wearing a green shirt. He had a pair of red and phoenix eyes, which made him appear feminine.
Xiao Yangding, the deputy leader of the lower sect Wuyanggu, has reached the sixth level of Qi Dao, and can be said to be the person with the highest cultivation level among the many representatives on this trip to the peak.
With a sixth-level Qi Dao cultivation, finding a warrior at the second level of Qi Dao is not a challenge, it is clearly an insult.
All the disciples of the Sword Sect were filled with righteous indignation and could hardly help but curse. They scolded Xiao Yang for relying on the strong to bully the weak and how shameless he was. However, everyone was even more worried that once the matter got serious, it would be out of control. After all, the situation was stronger than the people.
, a bad thing, today is the opening day of Jianmen’s listing, and it will also be the day when it will be delisted and destroyed.
An old man suddenly appeared in the hall and said with a smile: "I am very interested in the gambling battle of one hundred thousand kilograms of spiritual rice. Liang Qiufeng, I will take over this job." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, novels.