Liu Yanlong heard all the comments of the swordsmen, and he couldn't help but feel proud. He looked at Saint No. 1. There were only a few people around her. The strongest person in the sword realm was just a useless man like Cheng Gang. It seemed that he wanted to win over Nangong Huajian and others, but she was anxious to show her goodwill too early, but she didn't expect to bet the wrong chips.
However, when he looked at Cheng Zifeng again, his original arrogance added a lot of confidence. After all, no one dared to underestimate the strength of the second largest saint. This person with good combat power will definitely not miss this opportunity that countless people dream of.
"As long as you agree, we will do things together from now on. No matter what happens to you, the saint can solve it for you, as long as..."
"As long as I become the subordinate of the Second Saint?" Cheng Zifeng sneered slightly and said, "Then you are simply dreaming. I, Cheng Zifeng, will not be the subordinate of anyone. In the future, I must be one of the seven swords of the sword hall. A saint wants to bribe me? It's a fool."
"You..." Liu Yanlong's confidence gradually subsided. He never expected that he would be like this anyway. He hurriedly said: "The future is the future. You now need resources, and the Saint can provide you with whatever you want..."
"I don't need it!" Cheng Zifeng flatly refused: "I won't see that little resource, but the second saint can marry me, well, that's it."
"What?" Liu Yanlong's chin almost fell off. He didn't expect that he would invite someone, but instead brought the saint in. He actually dared to take advantage of the saint, this kid...
This kid was so arrogant that he flew into the sky. It seems that he didn't know that the sky was so high that he didn't teach him a lesson!
"Boy, don't give you a shame, right? Don't regret it, you're asking for it!" Liu Yanlong roared and became furious in an instant. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a "scream" and swept across directly towards Cheng Zifeng's throat.
The sword students were shocked. No one expected this result. From then on, they all discovered that Cheng Zifeng was indeed not ordinary arrogant. He dared to marry a saint? This is the most straightforward rejection and the most direct provocation!
Cheng Zifeng slowly raised his eyelids, looked at Liu Yanlong, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next moment, his sword directly slashed on the other party's sword, and a sword shocked Liu Yanlong to the point of flying backwards, like a kite with broken strings, but during the flight backwards, he sprayed blood in big mouthfuls.
The two subordinates who were following Liu Yanlong felt a flash of figure in front of him and the boss disappeared. When he looked at Cheng Zifeng again, his sword had been put into the scabbard.
"Quick! Fierce! Strong!" The swordsmen jumped out word by word in their heads. Seeing Liu Yanlong falling to the ground, they struggled for a few times but did not stand up. It seemed that even if he was the saint's subordinate, Cheng Zifeng had no intention of letting his hands be slight.
Liu Yanlong struggled for a few moments before he stood up with a slight pace. He didn't know where his sword was thrown. He covered his chest tightly with both hands, but he still couldn't stop the urge to squirt blood.
"This kid...is actually a peak swordsman!"
Liu Yanlong swallowed a mouthful of blood that surged up, and his surprise was absolutely no less than his injuries. After entering the realm of the Great Sword Master, it was quite difficult to improve each level of the sword realm. He had been with the Saint for two years and had obtained countless resources and benefits that others could not imagine. At the age of thirty, he finally improved the sword realm to this level today. However, the other party, who was less than twenty years old, could he have the realm of the peak sword master? This obviously already has the strength of a strong man on one side!
The key is that my boss once met this boy and told me about his realm, but then I thought that this was just a few days, and he actually improved again, and he took a big step!
"Go back and tell you the saint that you can prepare your dowry." Cheng Zifeng's cold face showed a confident smile.
Liu Yanlong didn't dare to say anything, so he had to leave quickly with his help from his subordinates. The swordsmen had already made way out and watched them leave from both sides.
Cheng Gang laughed and was very happy. Liu Yanlong has always been arrogant and domineering, and is always a threat to himself. Now it seems that he is going to take some time to recover from his injuries.
In Cheng Gang's heart, he was very glad that he did not take action when he fought against Lu Ming, because not taking action means not revealing his strength. As long as he can defeat Lu Ming, based on the relationship between them and Cheng Zifeng, he thought he could easily have some common topics with Cheng Zifeng, so that he would have a better chance of getting a Saint.
Things have to be done step by step, and I am not in a hurry. If I am anxious among these geniuses, I am afraid that Liu Yanlong's fate will be his own harbinger. Cheng Gang touched his sword, and his smile gradually bloomed on his face.
"Today's game stops here." The instructor's tone will not change because of anything, and it is still calm and loud: "The competition will continue to start at the same time tomorrow. In addition, in order to enable all sword students to show their strongest combat power and best level, tomorrow, the defeated sword students will get the right to choose their opponents and fight again. If you have the strength and are just unlucky, then you will fight again. Of course, anyone can give up this right. Okay, go back and prepare."
When the sword students saw that there was nothing to watch, and no matter what rights they had, it had nothing to do with them. So when the instructor finished speaking, they all scattered. Naturally, they had to go and reward themselves well, and then tell them about their experiences after dinner, which might attract the favor of the beautiful women. The sword students raised their eyebrows beautifully, and walked in a hurry.
A big hand took the broken palm in Zhuoligetu's hand. Nangong Huajian flipped it over and looked at it carefully, raised it casually, threw it into the air, and then unsheathed the sword, and a sword energy bombarded it. The fierce power of the sword energy easily turned it into thousands of dust and drifted in the air with the wind.
Zhuoligetu was shocked: "Hey? This..."
"Since you have lost it, why bother to worry?" Nangong Huajian raised his lips, smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and walked out of the field first.
Seeing Nangong Huajian's free and easy back, Lu Ming nodded in his heart. Compared with before the trial, he can be said to have almost changed someone else. Although he still has arrogance, the training of the accident has made his mood multiply.
When Lu Mingxiang walked back, his pace was not impatient, but his speed was not average. He wanted to choose some herbs that had the effect of growing raw meat and tendons, and first stabilize Zhuoligetu's injury in the best state. When his strength was improved, he could help him connect the broken tendons. What this required was the true qi that could nourish the body, rather than the sword energy with fierce energy. Therefore, when he was healing, the sword realm must be pressed down again. Without the accumulation of absolutely strong true qi, it was difficult to do.
After returning to the small building, Leng Jian ordered a lot of hearty delicacies in the restaurant, and everyone was eating silently. Zhuo Ligetu's injury on his right hand had been thoroughly examined and repaired by Lu Ming. However, the first time he used his left hand to eat, the many inconveniences made his active surname quite irritable. However, he did not have an attack and still ate, replenishing the energy needed by his body, but the sound of a pair of chopsticks being held by him.
Although Nangong Huajian took several times to succeed when picking up food, he was very calm and kept trying to adapt.
All this is seen in Lu Ming's eyes, and he also thinks they are really good. After all, countless people will not be able to eat even if they have to work hard to learn and use their left hand. This is a very simple and popular thing, but they can see their inner attitude.
After dinner, Qing'er silently packed the tableware. Today's things made her see a lot and learn a lot.
"The young master was seriously injured and then changed. It seemed that he had no desire to be hard on his mind and his body. Even a genius would not be able to truly grow up with such an experience." Qing'er looked at a dark cloud in the sky and her innocent little face and couldn't help but sigh. However, when she was washing the dishes, she quietly used the Destruction Sword Aura. After a moment, the bowls and plates were arranged cleanly and neatly. However, on the bottom plate, some slight scratches could be seen. When the third plate was at least visible, the scratches were almost impossible, which showed that her ability to control power was improved in life.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the blood-like sunset dripped down, reflecting the earth with blood.
Nangong Huajian stood in the courtyard, like the bloody sunset, causing the pale gauze at the broken part of his right hand to look so terrible. However, in such a short time as the competition has reached now, he has a vicissitudes of vicissitudes.
The sword was unsheathed, and Nangong Huajian was still practicing the sword technique that he was most familiar with, but the inconvenience caused by his awkward left hand almost caused him to suffer a few times, and even a sword was brushed against his own throat. However, he was not discouraged. Every time the sword force was interrupted due to unskillingness, he would stop, and then start again, and repeat in turn.
He knew very well that he was in his current situation. He had only sword energy but no sense of sword, and was so bad.
This requires practice! Nangong Huajian silently used his swordsmanship. He didn't think about how he failed, nor did he think about the other party's cold and arrogant words. The replays in his mind were all the halo of genius that was detained by others along the way.
The next moment, the halo shattered, turned into cold stars, and flew into the air. His thoughts returned to the moment he first picked up the sword. (To be continued.)