Chapter 795 Beat up the little lady Zhishuang again
Like everyone in the audience, Wei Shaoqi also doubted whether he had heard it wrong.
I took the money I always came over and discussed with the chief daughter of the Mission Palace to redeem the Virgin.
Are you sure you are talking about the virginity of the hidden daughter of the first heir of Yuan Jun?
Instead of some Yunmengze local specialty with the same name?
Not to mention whether this sale price is a fantasy. Later, the young man in Confucian shirt found that the price was raised with conscience. The bargaining chips given include their... life.
Perhaps it was too outrageous, Wei Shaoqi was not angry at all, or there was no need to be angry, so he just omitted this step.
The middle-aged scholar looked gentle and looked at the bronze mask on the face of the young man in Confucian clothes, and took a step forward before the terrifying smile-smile candle in the snow.
He insulted in curiosity:
"Your Excellency knows what we are doing today?"
Ouyang Rong said calmly:
"Know."
Wei Shaoqi asked seriously:
"Come here, do you want to help them?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head:
“Unfamiliar.”
On the high platform, everyone's faces changed when they heard this.
The girl in purple palace dress standing in the center, after hearing the word "unfamiliarity", her petite body trembled and her eyes stared straight at the young man in Confucian shirt.
Wei Shaoqi suddenly said: "Your voice is very similar to an old friend I know. He also works in Xunyang City. He once warmly and sincerely received me and Yan Gong. He has not made wine, and he is very good at talking about himself.
Thousands of cups are not poured..."
I saw the young man in Confucian clothes picking off the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head and drank it, burped slightly, and said:
"You are not familiar with it either."
Wei Shaoqi looked at the young man in Confucian clothes with meaningful eyes, who was neither humble nor arrogant on the ground, and said softly:
"Then you should know our identity."
"Um."
Wei Shaoqi pointed to the circle around him, a little confused:
"But who is the little lady Zhishuang you mentioned? Is there such a person here? You are sure that you didn't recognize the wrong person?"
"I can't be wrong."
Ouyang Rong's wine gourd was hung again, and he raised his head and said loudly:
"She is the first one who has such a big contrast between the name and the real person. What is she really lacking? Besides, she is not convinced by so many fights. Where can she find such a stupid defeated man besides her?"
He chuckled, raised his chin, and signaled behind Wei Shaoqi:
"You said yes, little lady Zhishuang."
One by one, the eyes silently gathered on a certain blond tall beard. Zhishuang... little lady?
Wei Shaoqi did not look back, and reached out his hand a little, blocking the snow candle that was drawing the sword behind him, and said humbly and warmly:
"Your Majesty's daughter hasn't come today. Do you have anything else to do? I and the eldest daughter have to deal with some small things right now. There is no need to show off this kind of verbal advantage. If you have any grudges and misunderstandings, you can talk about it later."
Ouyang Rong's eyes exposed from his bronze mask narrowed slightly:
"She didn't come, where did she go?"
"I don't know." After a pause, Wei Shaoqi added: "Maybe he went back to Jianze and walked with the second daughter."
Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while and nodded slightly to Wei Shaoqi:
"Okay, I can spare your life."
He raised his hand and pointed at the money he always had in the mud at his feet, saying quite sincerely:
"Where is Yunmeng Jianze? You two have received the money and take me there and immediately."
The atmosphere in the whole audience was silent.
Wei Shaoqi heard it clearly this time. Like many people, his first reaction was to be stunned and immediately, he looked around the field.
Wei Shaoqi's eyes swept one by one over the blonde big woman who was about to erupt like a volcano, the mythical white dragon curled around in the sky, and the Zhulin Wu where the sound of the piano disappeared.
His eyes swept over the grandma Song who was seriously injured by Xue Zhongzhu but was also the best-ranked one, as well as other court generals on the platform who were strongly suppressed by Xue Zhongzhu and him.
Finally, Wei Shaoqi did not forget to look behind the young man in Confucian clothes and found that there was no sign of foreign aid except for ordinary people such as Yan Liulang.
It is true that only the young man in Confucian clothes came here alone.
There is only one person who comes to command and order him to the snow candle?
Wei Shaoqi couldn't help asking:
"May I ask, what grade of sword-holding man is it?"
Ouyang Rong did not answer, but the action he made answered this question.
In the snow in the sky, Wei Shaoqi was pushed away with a cold face, and when he walked forward with a cold face, he placed the piano box vertically on the ground, pressed the piano box with his palm, and a light red flashed on the back of his hand, and the spiritual energy was injected into the long piano box.
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The piano case trembled.
"Oh, the seventh grade of light red..." Wei Shaoqi shook his head and advised helplessly: "Great Girl, don't be impatient. Our primary goal today is the Great Buddha, don't be angry..."
"roll."
The snow-in-law passed by Wei Shaoqi and walked in the air. His cold voice spread throughout the audience:
"Rampant and unrestrained, I have given you a chance to set up a sword. I will give you time to set up a sword. I will be rude and not to set up a sword. I will stop setting up a sword. I don't need purple energy to kill you. You can use your tricks at will.
, After going down, don’t tell the King of Hell that I bully the small ones by the big ones.”
The coldness left a sentence, Jin Da Gao Da Hu Ji carried a long sword on her back, and she jumped down from the head of the dragon.
She did not bring Bai Jiao and her helpers, and fell from the sky alone, with her blonde hair flying up and flying like a golden flame.
In the air, a snow-white long sword was unsheathed. From a distance, the long sword was extremely thin, but the snow-white sword energy was like a torrent, and it could not stop pouring out, like a very small gap, pouring out a surging.
The water of the Yangtze River... is like the water of the river coming from the sky.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was shocked. Not only because Xue Zhongzhu didn't use purple qi cultivation, but the snow-white sword energy alone was so vast and powerful, and the sword talent was almost the best in the world, but also because she had dealt with it before.
The Buddha obviously left a lot of spare energy when he was with the people of the court. When he fought with Madam Song, he did not use all his sword energy at all, but the latter still lost in a very embarrassing way.
On the high platform, Madam Song's expression was both shocked and terrified. The fact that Xue Zhongzhu was fishing before was undoubtedly sure... The old woman with white eyes turned gloomy and gloomy face.
Yi Qianqiu discovered that the Zhenxian Princess next to him subconsciously took two steps forward, as if she was about to rush out of the golden light protection, so she quickly grabbed the cuffs of the girl in the palace dress... Yi Qianqiu's eyes couldn't help but throw them into the snow-white touch in the air.
The torrent of sword energy gathering.
Yi Qianqiu once heard of this kind of move from a very old senior. It seems to be a very traditional competition between sword cultivators, called Sword Questioning, which only competes with sword energy and sword intent, and has nothing to do with spiritual energy cultivation.
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This is also fair, because it eliminates the imbalance of spiritual energy cultivation.
I heard that Yunmeng Jianze has been having a sword question conference every few years. Every time the sword cultivators gathered in the world compete in this way, deciding the leader in swordsmanship and sword skills.
The leader of the swordsmanship at the recent Taogu Sword Questioning Conference was the Snow Candle. The swordsmanship is almost the best in the world and is recognized by the Jianghu on the Mountain...
In full view of everyone, the snow candle and sword were covered with snow-white sword energy, like a long rainbow falling.
The fall location was exactly where Ouyang Rong and Yi Guanqian were.
Just when everyone thought that the young man in Confucian clothes was going to avoid the edge, he lowered his head and took a sip, and said in a drunken voice:
"Do you know why you should hide the [Wan Soldier] in Taoyuan? This tripod sword hides the sword box?"
He patted the box with his palm and asked and answered:
"Not that, my sword is too sharp."
As soon as he finished speaking, an arc rose from the sword box, circled around the sword master, shook his tail, soared into the sky and went straight into the sky.
This [arc] is plain and light, and there is no power. It is more like a blue crescent moon that soars into the sky, but it is surrounded by a clear blue flame.
This "flame" sways violently in the wind, like a candlelight rising from the dark room.
The young man in Confucian clothes drank and muttered, as if he was saying to everyone in the audience, as if he was saying to himself:
"I'm sure, Dinghuo is used like this."
The next moment, in the air, the huge snow-white rainbow and the tiny blue flame arc touched each other.
The snow-white sword energy that is almost the best in the world is cut open like a piece of cake.
The cauldron fire burns almost everything, including sword energy.
The Arc of Blue Flame is like an accurate scalpel, smoothly and smoothly cutting the bursting sword energy of the candle in the snow, and directly drawing the latter's face, but between the two, there is also a sword Zhishuang.
The tip of the snow-white long sword collided with the arc of blue flames.
The dazzling light suddenly burst out.
The next moment, the snow-white rainbow split into two exploded.
One person and one sword flew backwards the same way.
It is the candle in the snow and the sword and the frost.
The Blue Flame Arc stayed quietly in the air where the confrontation had just happened.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The snow-white long sword emitted a whine that only the sword master understood.
Half a moon-white cuff in the snow turned into ashes. Although his body was intact, it took off vertically and returned like a backward flight.
Whoever has the upper hand and whoever has the lower hand can tell at a glance.
Everyone looked at the young man in Confucian shirt standing beside the sword box on the flat ground below. He was behind one hand and holding a gourd in the other hand, and silently raised his head to drink.
In the sky, Xue Zhongzhu was also stunning for a while, reacted and looked down at the broken cuffs.
He looked at Ouyang Rong who was drinking alone on the ground below, calmly and unfaithful.
The next moment, the mixed-blooded face of Xue Zhongzhu was congested and red, and his eyes were filled with anger.
The candle in the snow suddenly hangs upside down in the air, still, and the purple air in the dantian is consumed wildly.
The snow-white long sword that flew backwards continued to rise into the air and fell into her hands. One person and one sword fell into the clouds. In the next moment, the trapped dragon swelled a hundred times from the sword body, and the space where the dragon tail swept through it produced wrinkles and ripples.
The candle in the snow fell from the clouds with a sword, and the shadow of the trapped dragon covered the whole body, and the air around it seemed to fall into a cold pond.
The sword edge triggers the frost from the surrounding heaven and earth, and thousands of ice ridges pour out like rain. Each ice ridge falls to the ground and turns into an illusion of a sword-holding snow girl. When these illusions are shattered, they will detonate the fragments of the trapped dragon shadow scales sealed in their body.
The young man in Confucian clothes raised his head and drank leisurely:
"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains."
He suddenly stretched out his hand, his palm towards Xunyang City, clenched his void, and clenched his fists.
For three hundred years, everyone in the literary world has known that scholars from Xunyang, Jiangzhou love to chant chrysanthemums the most.
It is because the most famous scholar who loved chrysanthemums in ancient and modern times came from Jiangzhou.
In the distance, Xunyang City gathered for three hundred years of literary style and rushed into an arc of blue flames above Xunyang Grottoes.
The candle in the snow fell with a sword, and this sword was called Xue Burial Three Thousand. Time has only passed less than three breaths.
【Craftsmanship】The sword has been successfully launched.
Go back!
A woman and a sword trapped in the shadow of the dragon collided with [Machinery].
In the next moment, all the light disappeared.
I saw [Arc] standing silently.
But the candle in the snow took a step back.
It was considered flat, and the candle in the snow fell a little bit.
How is that possible!
Everyone was shocked. Even though the young man in Confucian shirt was only a seventh grade cultivation level, he was only a sword for three breaths.
The snow-crawler's face looked a little ugly.
At this moment, a white dragon that had been lurking for a long time rushed out and took advantage of the young man in Confucian shirt to set up a sword on the spot and bumped into it.
【Arc】It is in mid-air, and there is no time to return.
The most fragile thing about the sword-holding man is his body.
Dare to stand on the flat ground clearly, the most conspicuous target.
The young man in Confucian shirt suddenly hung the wine gourd again, his calm eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared, and he shook his cuffs casually, revealing a left palm that was playing with the eighteen seeds.
He smiled and his left hand was about to make a gesture of a slight slash.
Only the three qi-refining genius of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism involved the pinching of seals. He was familiar with the path and became a left-handed man.
In the next moment, the golden light that was originally exclusive to Rong Zhen and others suddenly appeared on him.
It is a strange dark gold color, indicating some extraordinaryness.
The white dragon passed through his body and hit the ground.
The roar sounded and dust filled the sky.
The young man in Confucian shirt was intact and did not hurt at all.
Ouyang Rong put away the Buddhist beads, his smile disappeared, he continued to pick the gourd, and drank wine and cloth swords with a calm expression.
The century-old literary spirit of Xunyang City continues to flock to [Craftsmanship].
It's like it's inexhaustible.
It was Ouyang Rong who taught an old man carrying a flower hoe not long ago - the origin and nature of the body are empty.
Wen Qi is also Qi.
This time, the sword was built for more than three breaths, and the time was getting longer and longer. I don’t know when it would end.
This also means that the power of this [arc] when it falls is much greater than the blow that just stood equal to the candle in the snow.
Aware of this, Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi and others' faces changed.
"Be careful, big girl!"
A picture of the Peach Blossom Land unfolds in the air, blocking the snow candle.
The two hid behind the fake tripod sword together.
Just as they avoided the edge.
A young man in Confucian shirt held Buddhist beads and suddenly walked towards the high platform.
Unobstructed along the way.
Everyone on and off the high platform looked at him in awe. Seeing that he came over, someone reacted and came to meet him one after another, including a girl in the palace dress, silently walked at the end of the crowd and greeted him.
"Ouyang Lianghan, have you figured it out? Is it here to join our palace this time? OK, okay, after you go back, the prince will marry you with the Zhenxian Princess!"
Wei Wu walked out first and welcomed him happily.
Because they were blocked by the bronze mask, they saw the strange smile on the corner of the mouth of the young man in Confucian shirt.
The young man in Confucian clothes looked at Wei Wu, and then looked at the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand.
Then he smiled and his eyes continued to fall on the Buddhist beads in the hands of Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, and Madam Song. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"Ouyang Lianghan, let's work with the princess to quickly kill these rebels..."
Halfway through the words, an arc fell.
Wei Wu's last vision was a sprint, as if he had seen the yellow mud on his soles and boots.
A head with a facial expression that was both puzzled and fearful hit the ground.
Wei Wu's neck was broken and blood was thundering.
Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others were shocked and took a few steps back.
Rong Zhen, who was about to approach him, stopped walking.
The two of them were also stunned when they were preventing the sword from being used to prevent the sword.
After ten breaths of swords, the powerful ones returned home, not against them, but just to kill a groom man... Isn't he afraid of not having a second chance to set the sword?
Wei Wu's head rolled down on the ground, his eyes wider than a copper bell. He couldn't believe that Ouyang Lianghan would take action without saying a word until he died.
Killing chickens with a slaughter knife... But Ouyang Lianghan doesn't care.
Wei Wu died with his eyes closed.
[Masterpiece] Take off slowly, swinging and re-launching the sword.
Everyone saw that the white jade Buddhist beads in Wei Wu's corpse flew up and fell into the hands of a young man in Confucian shirt. He held two strings of Buddhist beads with one hand and shook his head a little helplessly: