The first thousand one hundred and seventy-five chapters are too demon
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui took advantage of the drunkenness to fight on the river.
The swords of the two were sometimes quick and sometimes slow.
When it is urgent, it is like thunder cracking the sky; when it is slow, it is like the wind caressing the drizzle.
The shadows of swords reflect the golden glow of the setting sun and cover the entire river surface, elegant and lively, like a dream.
"good!"
There were bursts of warm cheers and solemn exclamations from both sides of the river.
A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the doorway, and both of them enjoy it with gusto.
Wei Ziyan stared at Zhou Jianlai's sword, with a look of loneliness on his face, and murmured: "To be surpassed by an apprentice so quickly, it really doesn't give people a sense of accomplishment."
He could see that Zhou Jianlai's sword was no longer inferior to his. The only thing lacking was the realm of cultivation, not the holy realm.
But he felt that Zhou Jianlai had already crossed that chasm, and becoming a saint was just a thought away.
"Ouch!"
While he was feeling sad, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the wine bottle in his hand with a startled cry.
This pot of wine was brought by Miss Dong. They had been drinking from Zhou Jianlai's Shao Daozi and had not touched the pot of wine.
There was no wine in the wine jar, so Wei Ziyan picked up the pot of wine. He didn't bother to pour it into the bowl and took a sip directly to the spout.
"One Sword Dominates"
Then the tears almost fell.
So delicious.
Mellow and sweet, soft and refreshing, full of flavor and long aftertaste...
"This is what the hell is called wine!"
Wei Ziyan took out an exquisite white jade wine glass from the void space, picked up the wine flask and poured himself a glass.
Good wine should be enjoyed slowly.
Shen Qingyun looked at Zhou Jianlai's sword. He didn't know when he clenched his fists, tensed his nerves, gritted his teeth, and held his breath. After an unknown amount of time, his face suddenly turned pale and his whole body relaxed.
Then he broke out in a cold sweat.
He brought himself into the battle, imagining that he was Zhou Jianlai's opponent, and had a fight with Zhou Jianlai, but was defeated.
Hu...hu...
He took a deep breath, shook off the frustration and depression in his heart, and said to himself: "Although I can't defeat his sword moves, he can't defeat my physical combat skills, but I have awakened all my divine bones.
My strength and defense are better than his, and coupled with the power of the Xuan Ming Armor, if it were a life and death fight, he is no match for me."
After such an analysis, he couldn't help but feel a lot more comfortable.
When the last ray of the setting sun disappeared from the western sky, Long Kui put away his sword and said: "I lost."
There was no unwillingness, no anger, and no excuses or reasons. He was convinced of his defeat. "It's only half a battle, so I'll give in." Zhou Jianlai said.
"Stop being arrogant, I will kill you next time we fight!"
"We are waiting for you!"
"gone."
"So urgent? Why don't you stay and play for two days?"
"With a rival like you, what can we do if we don't rush?"
"The problem is that there is no point in being anxious. If you are surpassed by this genius, you will never be able to overtake him again." Zhou Jianlai raised his chin arrogantly.
"Look at what you're proud of. Oh, by the way..."
"What?"
"Be prepared to order good wine next time, otherwise I won't drink with you."
"Haha... definitely."
Long Kui left with a sense of bitterness and loneliness as he was surpassed by Zhou Jianlai.
Many people from sects and aristocratic families chased him and sincerely invited him to join.
Although Long Kui lost to Zhou Jianlai, Long Kui's swordsmanship still amazed them and they regarded him as a rare talent.
But they were all coldly rejected by Long Kui.
Originally, there were many people who wanted to challenge Zhou Jianlai, thinking that Zhou Jianlai was Zhang Xiaozu's sworn brother, and defeating him would be equivalent to defeating Zhang Xiaozu. However, after watching the sword fight between Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui, they all gave up the idea and decided to challenge him directly.
Zhang Xiaopou is fine.
At night, Zhou Jianlai rudely kicked Miss Dong off the boat because this woman actually wanted to sleep with Tong Du Keyi and Zhang Xiaozu.
Simply terrifying.
The next day, as soon as it got dark, Miss Dong came with a delicious breakfast.
Zhou Jianlai drank the soft and sweet glutinous rice porridge and found that he had not had such a delicate breakfast for a long time.
Over there, Du Keyi and Zhang Xiaobing were full of praise for Miss Dong's cooking skills and looked like they couldn't wait to follow her.
"Damn, this woman is so seductive!"
Zhou Jianlai felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, couldn't help but cursed angrily, and then angrily ate all the porridge and cakes sent by Miss Dong.
After finishing the meal, you wipe your mouth with unsatisfied taste. It is indeed delicious.
Tomorrow is the day of the duel, but at noon, Zhang Xiaopou still has not shown up.
There was a lot of discussion on both sides of the river, and they all speculated that Zhang Xiaozu might not dare to come because he was afraid of losing, and then they couldn't help but sympathize with Shen Qingyun.
Because Shen Qingyun had clamored with Zhou Jianlai yesterday, and if Zhang Xiaopou didn't dare to come, he would challenge Zhou Jianlai, and Zhou Jianlai also said that if Zhang Xiaopou didn't come, he would teach Shen Qingyun a lesson on his behalf.
In the eyes of many martial arts people, although Shen Qingyun is powerful, he is not Zhou Jianlai's opponent. Therefore, they sympathize with Shen Qingyun and feel that he could have been a winner, but he just found trouble and found himself an unbeatable opponent, thus becoming a loser.
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Shen Qingyun stood on the bow of the big ship chatting and laughing. He didn't seem to care who he would duel with tomorrow, but if you look closely, you would find that he would glance in the direction of Qingzhou from time to time, expecting something.
He was expecting Zhang Xiaopeng to come soon, because he didn't want to duel with Zhou Jianlai.
"I'm coming!"
"Zhang Xiaopeng is here!"
At dusk, an excited exclamation suddenly pierced the sky.
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the boats on both sides of the river, and all the martial arts people ran onto the deck and looked in the direction of the sound.
"Look, Zhang Xiaozu is really here!"
"There will be a good show tomorrow!"
A group of people flew in from the west sky. Someone recognized Zhang Xiaopou from the group and couldn't help shouting excitedly.
Shen Qingyun stood on the bow of the boat, his eyes falling on Zhang Xiaozu. He was secretly relieved, but his face was a little dark. He felt that he should not have come so early, and that he should be like Zhang Xiaozu and wait until the last moment to show up.
Attracted the attention of the whole audience.
"Oh, it's so lively!"
“If I had known, I would have come earlier!”
Niu Dawa looked at the lively scene on the river and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Brother, this way!"
Zhang Xiaobing stood on the bow of the boat and waved his arms towards Zhang Xiaopeng and his party.
Zhang Xiaozu had already led everyone towards their ship, because from such a distance he could already see them sitting on the deck with his subtle mind.
They came, seven men and three beasts.
Wang Mingyang, Zhang Tufu and Tianwu Taoist led the team, taking Zhang Xiaopeng, Niu Dawa, Qi Yoyo and Jin Zhihui, as well as the three holy beasts.
Yu Chengyang is busy with sect affairs and has no time to come.
"Zhang Xiaopeng, I thought you were too scared to come." Shen Qingyun began to speak provocatively before Zhang Xiaopeng's feet landed on the boat.
Zhang Xiaozu just glanced at him coldly and did not answer him. He landed on the boat and greeted Wei Ziyan.
He asked the three little guys, Ye Wuyou, Qi Xiaoyao and Wang Ping'an, what Shen Qingyun and Xu Tianyi had done that day after they arrived at Liujiacun, and he immediately sentenced Shen Qingyun to an unforgivable crime in his heart, so
I was too lazy to argue with him, lest I scare him into running away at night.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang, this is Miss Dong, the person in charge of Jiuzhou Auction House. Nice to meet you." Miss Dong took the initiative to walk up to Zhang Xiaopou and introduced herself.
"Hello, Miss Dong." Zhang Xiaozu smiled and returned the greeting.
He had already heard Butcher Zhang mention Miss Dong, so he knew her identity and knew that she had been to Guowei Mansion three times.
