The swordsman's teeth clenched loudly, as if they were about to burst into pieces, and hatred even burst out from his bone marrow.
Yes, this is the kind of hate.
In a martial arts competition in his hometown of Nantuo City, he, as a seed player, faced off against Leng Jian, who was already known as a genius. That battle even attracted the number one swordsman in Nantuo City at that time, and he was very talented. He hoped to become the swordsman's personal disciple, but he didn't expect that at the beginning of the competition, Leng Jian defeated him with three consecutive sword blows that were absolutely overwhelming. The swordsman left with a disappointed face, and he was even more lonely. He lay in bed for half a month to recuperate from his injuries. Since then, his reputation as a genius has gone away from him...
The swordsman recalled the past, and the veins on his fists jumped. He saw that Lu Ming and others seemed to be a team, and he was suddenly surprised: "It seems that this guy has formed a team and is going to participate in the trial!"
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In an instant, he restrained himself very well and walked over in three unsteady steps.
"Hehehe... Who do I think you are? It turns out that you are the number one genius swordsman in Nantuo City! Ouch, didn't I hear that you were crippled? What? You healed your injury? You are cold swordsman, now you are just Are you here to bully these people?" The swordsman's face looked as disdainful as he looked down on Leng Jian.
Leng Jian saw this man's appearance, but didn't pay attention to the expression on his face. He said extremely calmly: "Huo Fei, do you still want to be beaten by me?"
The contemptuous expression on the face of this swordsman, Huo Fei, suddenly changed. He knew very well that no matter what Leng Jian's current condition was, he still couldn't beat him.
But seeing Leng Jian's calm look, the swordsman's throat was choked by a lump of air. He couldn't go up or down, and it became extremely difficult to breathe. His face turned red and white, and his fists His grip was as tight as steel, but he didn't dare to punch him no matter what.
At this time, a team appeared behind the swordsman. The young swordsman in the leader suddenly snorted when he saw Leng Jian's calm look, and smiled very disdainfully: "Haha —!"
Then the young swordsman didn't say anything, but a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Leng Jian very proudly. Then he stretched out a hand and gently hugged an extremely beautiful person next to him. The fingers of the female swordsman's waist were still stroking very tenderly.
Leng Jian's face suddenly condensed into ice!
"Hahaha..." Huo Fei raised his head and sneered wildly, "Leng Jian. I can't beat you, but so what? Can't you also beat my senior brother Cheng Zifeng?" Huo Fei instantly regained his mental balance. , smiled and raised his hand to point behind.
What's going on? Lu Ming frowned when he saw the other party's arrogant look. How come someone suddenly came to provoke him? And he came straight to Leng Jian?
"Eh? Isn't this Lengjian?" At this time, several more teams came one after another. Seeing the situation on the field, they immediately started talking in a low voice: "This Lengjian was once the number one in Nantuo City. What a genius swordsman! His talent is even judged by authoritative people to be able to reach the level of Sword King in the future. Looking at the whole Zhenyuan Empire, how many strong sword kings are there? "
"Yeah, I've heard about this too." An older swordsman sighed, "It's just a pity that he was defeated very ruthlessly in a big competition, and then he
I was struck by a vicious kick in my Dantian, and my true energy was once scattered and unable to be gathered, but I didn't expect that I could practice it again and be able to participate in the trial."
"After being defeated, he was seriously injured again? And he was hit in the Dantian?" An adventurer not far away immediately screamed: "This is impossible? There are rules in the competition. After defeat, how can there be any reason to replenish the sword? Then
Isn’t it a case of beating life and death? Who is so ruthless?"
The older swordsman from before quietly pointed in a direction and said, "That's him."
Many people followed his gesture and looked over, but it was Cheng Zifeng who had been holding the beautiful female swordsman in his arms.
"Him?" Everyone looked at Cheng Zifeng, whose face was full of pride and arrogance. They were stunned for a moment: "What kind of hatred is this that can make him resort to such vicious and vicious methods?"
"Yes, yes, if you destroy someone's Dantian, you will ruin the swordsman's life!" Immediately, someone touched his Dantian. He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if he was hit hard by someone.
Lu Ming frowned immediately. He didn't expect Leng Jian to have such a story, but this only shows that he is even more of a genius! Thinking about being defeated by Nangong Huajian in the last trial, and then defeated by Cheng Zifeng after returning,
Moreover, he suffered severe injuries and lost his cultivation. Unexpectedly, not only did he not lose his will, but he came back from cultivation. Although it is not as good as before, the difficulty of this process and the firm will required are probably not available to many people in this world.
Can do it.
For a while, everyone in the market was in mourning, and then someone immediately expressed their opinion: "From this, it can be seen that the two of them must have the hatred of killing their father and taking away their wives, so that he could commit such a serious crime."
Hands, nothing else we can imagine."
"Can't imagine? Let me tell you, it's not the end of the world if his Dantian is destroyed." A swordsman shook his head as if he was expecting something, and sighed: "I heard that after he was crippled, his fiancée immediately followed him.
He broke off the engagement and found another family, which is said to be the victorious Cheng Zifeng."
"It's him again?"
"Could the woman next to him be Leng Jian's former fiancée?"
Everyone present exclaimed, but when they turned around, they saw that Leng Jian's face was frozen with ice. His eyes were looking at Cheng Zifeng with great resentment, and when he looked at the beautiful female swordsman, his expression became even more gloomy.
, thus confirming everyone’s guesses.
"Yes, it's her, and I also heard that after the sword hall trial, the two of them officially got married." Someone said gossiping.
For a moment, everyone looked at Cheng Zifeng in disbelief: "It's just that no one has heard of his name in the past. What kind of genius is he? Who did he study under?"
"Genius?" The promising swordsman sneered disdainfully, "He is indeed very qualified and a good genius, but before! He, Cheng Zifeng, was Leng Jian's personal sword slave!"
"Sword slave?" There was another exclamation from the crowd.
"That's right, it's the Sword Slave." The man said with great certainty: "He watches Leng Jian practice swordsmanship every day, and also practices with him, and he will be given half of the elixirs and materials Lengjian has.
, it can be said that as long as Leng Jian can get it, he will give him half of it, which is really good to him, and he truly treats him as a friend."
"Oh, so to speak, this Cheng Zifeng is very lucky!" An older adventurer was also a little surprised: "As we all know, ordinary sword slaves have no status at all, and they are only so much better than the servants they bought.
A little bit, but I didn’t expect that Leng Jian would give him so many materials and resources, he is really lucky as a sword slave!”
"More than just luck, you treat him like a brother!" One person was suddenly surprised: "Even if you treat a biological brother, this is nothing more than this!"
Leng Jian slowly raised his head and exhaled a long breath, closing his eyes tightly. He recalled in his mind the time when the two brothers practiced swordplay together, and a trace of happy ripples appeared on his ice-cold face.
When Lu Ming heard these words and saw Leng Jian's expression, he could clearly understand the sincere feelings he had towards Cheng Zifeng. The fact that he was able to do this further illustrates the kindness of his heart.
From this point alone, Lu Ming felt that Leng Jian was a person he could be friends with. It was so possible that becoming a friend was not a problem.
Ouyang Luo knew that there were too few friends who could treat him with sincerity, and he himself had been poor. He knew even more clearly that in difficult times, if someone could help you, it would be a touching act. Thinking of what he had received,
When Lu Ming helped him, he suppressed his hands so as not to express his trembling emotions. And he would not say it out loud.
At this time, Ouyang Luo's gaze towards Leng Jian was really high.
"What a pity!" At this time, another swordsman beside him shook his head and said helplessly: "Good people are not rewarded. In the end, Cheng Zifeng turned against Leng Jian."
"Reverse?" Everyone was shocked and asked: "What's going on?"
Leng Jian's eyes were closed even tighter, and his head was shaking slightly.
However, Lu Ming found that Leng Jian himself had a trace of doubt on his face, as if he didn't know what was going on.
"What's going on?" The promising swordsman from before snorted: "This Cheng Zifeng, when he was working as a sword slave for Leng Jian and showed his talent, he secretly found another one in Nantuo City.
A big family, and the patriarch was adopted as his adopted son. During that big competition, Cheng Zifeng suddenly jumped out, stood on the opposite side of Leng Jian, and drew his sword directly!"
Hiss! Everyone took a breath of cold air, unable to imagine what Leng Jian would be feeling at that time. A few girls who listened carefully even exclaimed, and looked at Leng Jian with great sympathy, only to find that
There was a wry smile on his face.
Lu Ming sighed softly. The feeling in Leng Jian's heart at that time may not be much better than when he saw Dongfang Bai after the tribulation. The only difference was that he had been wary of Dongfang Bai, while Leng Jian had already emptied his heart and soul.
For Cheng Zifeng, he must have been stunned by surprise at that time.
"What happened next? Leng Jian's talent is very high!" Everyone said one after another, and for a while, the swordsman was surrounded by people.)