The mouth where He Tianyun hit him moved his arm into a fan shape, accumulating too much strength. As a crisp sound came out, the person who was hit immediately covered his face and turned around three times. A long time passed.
Then he let go of his hand, obviously stunned, and there was an obvious palm print on his face.
This guy looked at the crowd of onlookers and found that many people were looking at him with obvious mockery. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Someone who was careful saw the blood sprayed on the ground.
There are also three teeth mixed in.
Finding that he had lost three teeth, this guy suddenly woke up and said with angrily eyes: "Boy, you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am? The ninth elder of Qingyun Sword Sect will never regret that he is my uncle, I am him
The old man’s nephew Bao Wenzhong, if you beat me, you will be dead.” After saying that, he waved his hand behind and shouted: “Brothers, beat me, if someone is killed, I will bear it.”
After the words fell, behind Bao Wenzhong, with a roar, sixteen people came up and surrounded the four of them, Lu Qingfeng. Lu Qingfeng, Duanmu Xiaoyun, He Tianyun and Zhu Youcai occupied the four directions of east, west, north and south respectively.
, holding a long sword in his hand, ready for battle. At the same time, looking at the opponent, he discovered that among the sixteen people, only Bao Wenzhong and a thin young man had the cultivation level of the Supreme Realm. Three of them had the cultivation level of the Divine Realm.
The remaining eleven people are all at the level of innocence.
Seeing this, the four of them had the same idea in their minds. It seemed that these people often bullied good people, and they must also be villains who caused harm to others. When they got here, they still wanted to be domineering and show off their usual majesty.
Seeing the four people surrounded, Bao Wenzhong sneered: "None of you can run away this time, fight me." When the order came out, the sixteen people did not dare to neglect, each holding a weapon, they rushed forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
Twenty people fought together, the sounds of weapons clashing, screams, and the exclamations of onlookers mixed together, and the fighting area instantly became a mess.
With Lu Qingfeng's character, he would not dare to take action against these people, because their cultivation level is too low and not worthy of his action. However, this Bao Wenzhong provoked He Tianyun, and no matter whether He Tianyun was right or wrong, he would not stand idly by.
This is a friend. No matter what the reason is, solve the problem first.
When the four of them were surrounded, they had already agreed that no one would be killed in the fight here, otherwise it would be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the Qingyun Sword Sect. It must be said that Bao Wenzhong's self-registered number indeed saved his own life.
Killing was not possible, but maiming was no problem. Based on this principle, the four of them kept walking among the sixteen people, avoiding the opponent's vital points, but in other places they violently attacked, hit, and chopped.
He used various sword skills such as teasing, blocking, stabbing, hanging, and sweeping, etc., and the sixteen people who were beaten were unable to fight back.
Lu Qingfeng's idea was to let these people with less arms and legs put down their things before leaving. With Lu Qingfeng's cultivation at the peak of the real realm, coupled with the exquisiteness of the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, he could deal with these people with ease, just like a leisurely court.
He was walking casually, performing various exquisite moves at will. Lu Qingfeng was stabbed in one step, and then with a stroke to both sides, one person's left arm had been cut off. Feeling that there was an evil wind coming from behind, he turned around and executed a move from behind.
With the whip raised, the other person's right leg was chopped off by Lu Qingfeng. Compared with Lu Qingfeng and others, the cultivation level of these sixteen people was too different, just like an old man playing tricks on a naughty boy.
If it weren't for an arm or a thigh flying out from time to time in the battle circle, people watching the battle would really think that a game was going on here, a pure entertainment activity.
In less than a minute, this boring game was over. Because half of the sixteen people noticed something was wrong. They saw that their opponents were specifically greeting their arms and legs, and they felt timid. For the monks,
, missing arms and legs is more uncomfortable than killing them.
Therefore, eight of Bao Wenzhong's men quickly withdrew from the fight and became onlookers. These people were mixed in the crowd, their legs were still trembling. It was really suspense just now, and they were almost like this
One of the two legs does not belong to you.
Bao Wenzhong's whole body was covered in blood, and there were more than a dozen places where his skin was torn apart, but fortunately, there were no missing parts. He looked at the seven people who had fallen to the ground, and then at Lu Qingfeng and the four others, his eyes full of resentment.
At this time, the eight people mixed in the crowd walked behind Bao Wenzhong. Seeing these eight people, Bao Wenzhong became angry: "You eight useless things, I usually spend money to support you, but at the critical moment
But he fled in the face of the wind. Hurry up and drag away the brothers on the ground."
In the fight just now, Bao Wenzhong could clearly see that among the four opponents, the one in white robe was the most ruthless. He had Lu Qingfeng's appearance deeply remembered in his heart. In the future, this person will be his focus for revenge.
After instructing his men to deal with the funeral arrangements, Bao Wenzhong turned to look at Lu Qingfeng and the four of them: "Remember, the person who beat me will never end this matter. Sooner or later, I will come to settle the score with you." He said a few words.
At the scene, Bao Wenzhong led his men through the crowd of onlookers and walked away in the opposite direction of Qingyun Sword Sect.
Bao Wenzhong obviously can no longer participate in the Qingyun Sword Sect's examination for recruiting disciples. Not to mention that seven of his subordinates have lost limbs, and the injuries he has received are also serious. Although his uncle is the ninth elder here, he does not dare to break Qingyun.
There has never been any precedent in the Sword Sect.
When the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect saw that the fighting was over, they ordered everyone to line up again. Soon, fifty columns lined up neatly in the square, and the registration process for recruiting disciples officially began.
Qingyun Sword Sect attaches great importance to the registration work and takes into account almost every aspect. The main purpose of doing this is to prevent spies from other sects from sneaking into the sect. In the past, such a thing happened to one sect, and another sect’s
A genius sneaked into this sect. This genius cultivated at an astonishing speed. In just a few decades, he climbed to the position of elder, won the trust of the sect master, and finally became the sect master.
In many external actions, the sect suffered heavy losses.
Since the registration work is very careful, it will inevitably affect the speed of registration. Nearly 20,000 people are waiting here until the sun sets before the registration work is finally completed.
In the square with a radius of fifty miles, more than 200,000 people gathered here, which seemed very empty. The whole square was noisy. Seeing the moment of separation from their families, both the young people taking the examination and the elders who came to see them off all showed their emotions.
The feeling of reluctance. There are grandmothers and mothers who cry uncontrollably while holding their grandchildren or sons. There are grandfathers and fathers who sit in front of their grandchildren or sons and teach them earnestly. There are also elder brothers and sisters-in-law who whisper to their younger brothers. The loudest ones are friends.
Came here to see him off and have a drink together.
The entire square was as chaotic as a large free market. Lu Qingfeng and the four of them stood outside the mountain gate and looked inside the sect. Countless lights had been lit up on the entire eleven mountain peaks where the fog could not cover them.
After all, monks are also human beings, and they are also trained by ordinary mortals. Although the night does not affect their vision, they still like the night with lights.
Lu Qingfeng and the others came to a corner on the west side of the square. It was far away from the crowd and the surroundings were very quiet. The four of them sat together and took out some of the food and wine they had prepared after coming out of Ziyun City. They drank slowly and carefully.
Sitting on a piece of bluestone at the edge of the square, with the land behind him, he picked up a mouthful of vegetables, put it in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and said vaguely: "This food is not delicious, I still have it here."
There is a lot of magic leopard meat, I will roast it for you to eat."
After that, he took out the special barbecue rack, charcoal and other items from the storage ring, and started his endless work. Although Zhu Youcai was grilling, his mouth was not idle, and he turned around to talk to the three of them from time to time.
In short, an hour later, the barbecue work was over and the four of them began to have a formal drink.
The magic leopard meat can be said to be super delicious. The moment it is roasted, the aroma spreads out quickly, causing many people in the crowd in the distance to stop and look here. The place chosen by the four people, although remote, is very conspicuous.
If something happens, once someone notices you, you won't be able to run away even if you want.
Just as the four of them were drinking happily, a fiery red figure came from the direction of the mountain gate. With the consciousness of Lu Qingfeng and the others, they quickly caught the traces of the visitor. This was a beautiful young woman, dressed in
The long skirt is like fire, and the running appearance is very graceful. The steps are light and vigorous. The long skirt is blown back by the wind, causing the front part to be tightly attached to the body, and the shape is obviously abrupt.
While running, her charming long purple hair fluttered in the wind.
Lu Qingfeng, Duanmu Xiaoyun, Zhu Youcai and He Tianyun all stopped eating meat and drinking, and quietly waited for the arrival of this beautiful woman. Two or three minutes later, the woman stopped in front of the four of them.
A closer look made the four people's initial impressions of this woman change slightly. The oval-shaped face was inlaid with a pair of ice-blue almond eyes, with picturesque eyebrows and slightly closed lips.
Her cheeks are like mutton-fat jade, but they look very cold. When you first see her fiery red dress, you will definitely think that she is a passionate and unrestrained woman. Only after closer observation, you will find that her
There is such a strong contrast between her clothing and her temperament, it is simply a perfect unity of opposites.
When the four of them were looking at her, she was also looking at the four of them. After a while, her red lips were slightly opened, and words like a bird's voice were like the sound of nature, floating out from between the slightly opened and closed teeth: "
After you enter the sect, you must always be on guard and never regret it. He is a person whose flaws must be repaid. If you beat his nephew, he will definitely not let it go. I will say this and hope you will think twice."