Old Man Sikong's face turned red. Although some people had scolded him, no young man had dared to do so. In addition, there were many people here, which made the old man extremely angry. He pointed his finger at Qing Shui and was speechless.
At this time, a middle-aged man next to old man Sikong stood up and said, "Father, why bother with such a young boy? I will teach him a lesson for my father."
This man's name is Sikong Fan. He is the youngest son of Old Man Sikong. He is also the one with the greatest achievements. He has the best talent. Unsurprisingly, he will be the furthest one in the Sikong family. This is a man with various auras and titles.
An almost legendary man.
Sikong Fan started to practice swordsmanship at the age of three, and began to show his skills at the age of seven. He was already half-step innate at the age of twelve, and became the Martial Emperor at the age of sixteen... Now he is already a powerful man in the Shinto at the age of less than a hundred years old. This is
A very young Shinto.
The Sikong family belongs to the Sikong Dynasty, one of the many dynasties in the Great Confucian dynasty. It is a relatively powerful one and is firmly in the top three among the many dynasties in the Great Confucian dynasty. The Great Confucian dynasty not only needs to suppress the dynasties below, appease and suppress them, but also guard against them.
The approaching dynasty.[
The Sikong family has been waiting for an opportunity for a long time. Seeing the empty shell of the Daru Dynasty, Yyng, can't help it. You must know that controlling the resources of the Daru Dynasty can allow the Sikong family to reach a higher level in a short time. Long-term considerations are even more incalculable.
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Sikong Fan appeared on the Holy Emperor's stage in an instant, but did not take action immediately.
The ancestor of the Xia family looked at it with a smile and said nothing. This situation is normal, too normal. It would be abnormal if he successfully became the master and ascended the throne.
"Qing Shui, right? By the way, it seems that he is the miracle doctor Qing. Why don't you show me if there is anything wrong with my body and whether I need any treatment?" Si Kongfan looked at Qing Shui and said with a smile. Not every miracle doctor can treat everyone.
Sikong Fan did not see Qing Shui as a doctor. Looking at the young and outrageous man in front of him, he would rather believe that it was a rumor.
Qing Shui looked at Sikong Fan with a smile and said after a while: "Your body does not need to be recuperated. I believe you will be happier if your lower body can "lift its head"."
The scene was quiet, and then there was a burst of laughter.
"Sikong Fan, it turns out you are a disabled person. I asked you why such a perfect man doesn't get married and has no heirs even at such an old age."
"Sikong Fan, is this true?"
"That kid can't be talking nonsense, after all, we are on opposite sides now."
"That's it, can you tell at a glance that he is not doing it? How can there be so many men who are not doing it? If Sikong Fan had such a hidden disease, he would have been cured long ago. Given Sikong's family background, there is no disease that cannot be cured."
Old man Sikong's expression changed. He looked at his proudest son and seemed to have discovered something for a moment, but his expression soon returned to normal.
"You're talking nonsense!" Sikong Fan shouted loudly.
"Haha, young people should be brave enough to face their mistakes." Qing Shui said with a smile.
The people below laughed, almost laughing, what does this mean? It is not a mistake to not say whether Si Kong Fan has this disease. Even if he does, it is not a mistake... He must have the courage to face his own mistakes. If he really has this disease, he will not let it go.
Sikong Fan was so angry...
"You are looking for death!"
Sikong Fan became angry and looked at Qing Shui with angry eyes. Now everyone could see that there was something wrong with this. Now more people felt that Sikong Fan might not really be a man. Now many people looked at Sikong Fan with pitiful eyes.
As long as a powerful man loses the hallmarks of being a man, all his aura will be gone, and even the most ordinary person will feel pitiful for him.
Sikong Fan calmed himself down, but the eyes around him made him even more nervous. Today he also felt that he had lost his temper. Although he calmed down, the anger in his heart was still unquenchable. When he looked at Qing Shui, his eyes were as cold as ice cubes.
"Listen to my advice and go down. You are too young. Don't say anything casually. You cannot afford this responsibility." Qing Shui waved his hand in an old-fashioned way, as if waving a fly.
Sikong Fan's heart, which he had been trying to calm down, seemed to be exploded again. A boy who was still young in his eyes actually used such a senior tone again and again. This kind of tone directly made him lose face. In addition, he felt that he
He was going to explode. He had never been so angry, and he had never hated someone as much as he did today. He hated someone to the core of his heart.[
"Speaking of being powerful doesn't mean being powerful, just take my sword!"
Sikong Fan knew that he couldn't take advantage of him, so he directly charged towards Qing Shui with his sword.
Empty step!
One of the secret skills of the Sikong family, each step has three variables, and they can be changed at will, which is unpredictable and strange. Moreover, it can be one step, three steps into one, or two steps into one. Each step
The sizes are also different. After practicing to the extreme, they can advance and retreat freely, and are unpredictable.
Qing Shui looked at the flickering figure. The sharp sword was unusually bright, and with a cold light sword shadow, it slashed towards Qing Shui. It seemed to be slow but was actually faster, and it was getting faster and faster. After a while, the sky was filled with sword shadows.
Sikong Fan showed no mercy as soon as he took action, and directly used his killing move. Only one sword in the sky was real. Anyone who could not guard against this sword would be attacked, and this real sword could be among these sword shadows.
Convert.
Qing Shui's expression was calm and his eyes narrowed slightly!
Celestial vision!
All of a sudden, only the real sword was left among the sword shadows in the sky. Not only was the speed of the sword much slower, but this was also a breakthrough in strength and acquired vision, and a huge change occurred.
After the breakthrough, Tianyan Qingshui didn't know what state he was in now. He retained the ability to see the essence before, but this time it was more direct. For example, looking at the sword shadows all over the sky, he could only see the most real sword.
In addition, the most powerful and terrifying ability after the breakthrough of Celestial Vision is that it can slow down the speed of things seen.
In fact, this is not slowing down, but a feeling. It actually makes one's own speed faster. In the eyes of outsiders, the opponent's speed remains unchanged, but Qing Shui's speed is faster.
The prerequisite for Qing Shui's speed to become faster is that his body must be strong and he can bear the food, otherwise the side effects after use will be serious. Fortunately, this time Qing Shui happened to refine the Immortal Divine Energy. Perhaps it is because Qing Shui's strength has greatly improved that he can realize the Celestial Eye.
Pass this powerful ability.
Looking at this, it really can only be regarded as a slow sword. If the opponent's speed is fast enough, Qing Shui will feel that the opponent is faster even if his Celestial Sight is improved in disguise. The Celestial Sight is also aimed at the opponent. If expressed in numerical values,
The speed of one hundred and the speed of fifty are different under the eyes of Qing Shuitian. For example, the speed of one hundred can be called fifty in disguise, while the speed of fifty can be called twenty-five, which is probably a reduction of fifty percent.
about.
Originally, Sikong Fan's speed was not fast in Qing Shui's eyes, but now it was even slower. Qing Shui's figure rushed forward. To outsiders, but to Sikong Fan, Qing Shui was like a ray of light rushing into the shadow of the sword. What happened next?
Things are unbelievable.
Boom!
Qing Shui held Sikong Fan's long sword in his hand, but Sikong Fan flew backwards, spitting blood from his mouth.