At the foot of the mountain, the aura of the elder in Nanyuan was waxing and waning, and there were vague signs of losing control.
Gu Shaoyang held back his laughter and felt relieved.
All the disciples in the South Campus lowered their heads, not daring to look at the embarrassment of their elders. Zhou Yuanliang moved a few steps away calmly, for fear of being hurt.
Zhang Shangqin, the head of the sword, still looked softly and said:
"Yun family, are you Yanmenhou?"
Yun Que's expression straightened, he cupped his hands and said, "My father is the Marquis of Yanmen, and my disciple's current title is the Marquis of Hanshui."
Qin Shangzhang did not call him the title that represented shame, but called him Yanmenhou, which moved Yun Que very much.
Regardless of whether they have forgotten or are disdainful of the royal family, at least they have given them enough respect and are not as short-sighted as the Nanyuan elders.
Qin Shangzhang nodded with a smile and said softly:
"Your father's accomplishments in the art of war are unmatched by anyone in the Yan Kingdom. It's a pity."
It's a pity that he died fighting at the border.
The second half of the sentence was not stated clearly. Qin Shangzhang sighed softly, then stepped on his sword and flew to the top of the mountain.
Gu Shaoyang and Quan Yu also took to the air with their swords, and the three of them disappeared in an instant.
Seeing the elders leaving, the disciples at the foot of the mountain heaved a sigh of relief.
If he doesn't leave, the elder of Nanyuan will explode on the spot.
Zhou Yuanliang raised his thumb towards Yun Que and was so impressed that he fell to the ground.
He dared to confront the old man in Nanzhuang until his head was bloody. It was unprecedented and unprecedented!
Mu Qingyao cast an apologetic look at Yun Que, feeling slightly uneasy, worried that Yun Que's self-esteem would be hit.
Yun Que returned the smile with a carefree smile.
It's just a scolding bitch, it doesn't matter, he doesn't care.
He has been scolding and quarreling with people every day since he was a child. At least half of the year, Hanshui Marquis, is spent in the disdainful looks and curses of others, and the rest is
For less than half a year, I still slept in the Hou Mansion without leaving the house.
Anyway, as soon as he went out, he never had any peace of mind. Such a trivial matter was really not worth mentioning to Yun Que.
"Let's go back first. There are many injured. Return to Sword Palace and bandage them as soon as possible."
Zhou Yuanliang suggested, and the others immediately agreed. No one wants to go up the mountain anymore. The previous experience was like a nightmare.
Especially the female disciples in the South Campus,
They want to cry when they think of being wrapped in vines and transformed into a tree to die.
At this time, a figure appeared from the other side of the mountain, the sword light was tilted, and after landing, he staggered a few steps before standing still.
This man was rough and cold, his long hair was very messy, he looked embarrassed, and he didn't know what had happened to him.
Yun Que recognizes the person.
This man appeared on the mountainside with Xuan Wenyan, and he was the number one swordsman in the east courtyard. At that time, Wu Dachuan was still expecting someone to rescue him, but in the end, he left without looking back, leaving Xuan Wenyan to do whatever he wanted.
"Did any elders climb the mountain just now?"
The long-haired Jianzi's voice was cold, and he sounded like he was asking questions.
Zhou Yuanliang pointed to the top of the mountain and said: "Jian Shou has arrived in person, and the elders of the two deans in the southeast are walking with him. They have just left for a while."
After hearing this, the long-haired Jianzi stepped onto Feijian and ignored Zhou Yuanliang. Not only did he not say thank you, but he treated him as he should.
Just as he flew two feet away, he suddenly stopped again.
Turning back, the long-haired Jianzi's cold eyes fell on Yun Que and Wu Dachuan Luo Xiaoyu.
"You are actually not dead, where is Xuan Wenyan."
The voice was not only cold, but also full of murderous intent.
Wu Dachuan quickly wanted to explain that he and the others had not seen any trace of Xuan Wenyan, but before he could open his mouth, he was stopped by Yun Que.
Originally thinking that Yun Que wanted to explain himself, Wu Dachuan immediately chose to shut up.
As a result, after waiting for a long time, Yun Que didn't say a word, and didn't even look at the long-haired swordsman in the air.
"I'm asking you, are you deaf? Where is my junior brother Xuan Wenyan!"
The long-haired swordsman shouted angrily, and a sharp flying sword floated in front of him.
Wu Dachuan was so frightened that he kept retreating, fearing that the other party would kill him. Even though Luo Xiaoyu was very courageous, he did not dare to say a word when facing the number one swordsman in the east courtyard.
Yun Que still didn't speak. Not only that, he turned around and left.
"Let's go back to Sword Palace."
Yun Que greeted Wu Dachuan and others.
Whoosh!
A flying sword pierced the path, less than ten feet away from Yun Que.
"I don't have much patience. I'll ask you one last time, where has Xuan Wenyan gone?" The long-haired swordsman stared at Yun Que coldly.
"Are you talking to me?"
Yun Que stopped, turned around, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, you used to treat us like air on the mountain and refused to save us. Now I can only treat you like dirt. Well, it smells a bit. You'd better give it to me."
Leave far away."
As soon as these words came out, many disciples around him were shocked again.
That is the number one swordsman in the East Campus!
Just get away from me when you say it, what a loud tone!
If they hadn't seen how Yun Que had beaten Elder Nan to a bloody pulp just now, these disciples would have screamed in surprise.
Yun Que actually said it tactfully enough. He just told the other party to go away, and he didn't even scold him for being the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.
At that time, the top swordsman in the East Campus could clearly see that Xuan Wenyan had evil intentions and wanted to harm people. Instead of stopping him, he acquiesced.
Now he comes to see his junior brother, what did he do in the first place!
How could Yun Que give such an arrogant person a good look?
"Can you say that again."
The long-haired swordsman stared coldly at Yun Que, two flying swords appeared beside him, and at the same time, the flying sword that had penetrated the ground also floated.
Three swords come out at once!
As the number one swordsman in the East Campus, his skill is definitely superior to Xuan Wenyan's.
Yun Que took a deep breath and said with a faint smile: "You treat me like air, and I treat you like dung. I think you smell bad, so get out of here! Stay away! Stay away!"
Buzz!!!
mid-air,
The three flying swords of the long-haired swordsman all made sword sounds, and the sword light was bright.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
on the ground,
Long swords were raised from the hands of different figures, pointing towards the air.
Mu Qingyao, Zhou Yuanliang, Wu Dachuan, Luo Xiaoyu and all the disciples from the South Academy all raised their swords and pointed at the long-haired swordsman.
Without Yun Que, they would never be able to leave Wushan alive.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Yun Que is his savior. These people are naturally on Yun Que's side, and if they want to take action, they will definitely help him with all their strength.
The long-haired Jianzi's face became extremely gloomy.
He did not expect that the Sword Palace disciples present would work together so well. Not to mention the others, Mu Qingyao, the number one swordsman in the South Academy, would be difficult enough to deal with.
Both are number one swordsmen, and their cultivation levels are almost the same. If they really fight, the outcome will be unpredictable.
The long-haired swordsman slowly put away his flying sword, his cold eyes swept over the faces of Yun Que and Wu Dachuan and Luo Xiaoyu, and said coldly:
"Even low-level sword servants like you can leave Wushan safely. If Xuan Wenyan has any shortcomings, it will definitely be your fault."
After saying that, he walked away with his sword and flew towards the top of the mountain without looking back.
"Get out of here, what the hell! Bah!" Wu Dachuan muttered in a low voice.
"He refuses to help but adds insult to injury. Fortunately, he is considered a disciple of the Sword Palace." Luo Xiaoyu rolled his eyes.
If Xuan Wenyan hadn't attracted the monsters, why would they have escaped into the mountain and almost became nourishment for the vines.
Not only the people in the North Campus, but also the disciples in the South Campus felt that the other party was going too far, and were quite happy with Yun Que's response.
"I've wanted to scold him for a long time. This Yan Xu is as if he is a great alchemy monk. He is only at the ninth level of Qi refining. He is nothing." Zhou Yuanliang scolded dissatisfied.
"More than the ninth level." Mu Qingyao said solemnly: "Yan Xu has reached the tenth level of Qi refining."