Chapter 0037 The sword of the loser cannot be left
As the most shining male among the descendants of the Cui family, Cui Qian'an's limelight was completely stolen by a scholar with a foreign surname.
This scholar with a foreign surname is obviously just a mortal, but he can live in the house of his beautiful aunt, hang out in front of his cousin Qiuzhao every day, start and finish classes together...
What's more, the scholar had humiliated him this morning!
Who can tolerate this kind of thing?
Cui Qian'an is thirty-three years old this year, twelve years older than Chen Yanjun.
He is a sixth-grade martial artist who specializes in swordsmanship. He can also be called a sixth-grade swordsman. He is four levels higher than Chen Yanjun.
He was like this, but under the eyes of everyone, he restrained his momentum, called Chen Yanjun "younger brother-in-law", and asked him for sword skills.
He kept his posture very low, not out of humility, but because he deliberately put Chen Yanjun on the fire in front of everyone.
In the huge front garden, except for Cui Qian'an's family, almost everyone was worried about Chen Yanjun.
Mr. Chen did not seek poetry, and he took risks to save people regardless of past grudges. It is indeed outrageous for such a noble person to be treated like this by Cui Qian'an.
Even Mrs. Cui shouted sharply:
"Nonsense, you are a magnificent sixth-grade swordsman. Even if your spiritual veins are sealed, your physique is not comparable to that of Mr. Chen, a mere mortal. Isn't this a clear sign of bullying?"
After that, the old lady returned to the main hall with the support of Butler Feng.
Chen Yanjun could tell that the old lady wanted him to get married to Yourong.
Otherwise, with his charm, even if Qiu Zhuo doesn't like men, he will win over him sooner or later.
Qiu Zhuo is now a card of the Cui family, and I even heard that even the prince is interested in her.
Chen Yanjun thought to himself that if he could become Qiu Zhuo's father early, he would have blocked this possibility in advance.
After the old lady returned to the hall, Cui Wanjun also waved to everyone and said:
"It's windy in the front garden, so let's go back to the main hall to talk."
The crowd followed and returned to the main hall.
Chen Yanjun, Yourong, Qingchuan and Qiu Zhuo walked behind the crowd and finally entered the main hall.
He raised his head and looked towards the beam again.
This time, since Master Jianzheng had already restrained his pressure, he no longer saw the faint shadow of the mountain.
"Great-grandmother, you are biased when you say that."
Cui Qian'an continued to target Chen Yanjun because he was the pride of his family.
"Looking at the whole of Chang'an, my aunt's appearance is unparalleled. If my brother-in-law can't even pass the test of being a nephew, how can he pass the test of being an aunt?"
My aunt calls me aunt, but my uncle uses the common name, little brother-in-law, which is a bit of a joke in this situation.
However, Chen Yanjun felt that there was some truth in what he said.
When cultivators practice dual cultivation, their love reaches a deep level and it is difficult to control the expansion and release of spiritual energy, and there are many people who hurt others.
This is why he was the first to practice physical skills among the seven meridians!
Mrs. Cui didn't say anything more.
Cui Wanjun was also silent.
Everyone stared at Chen Yanjun with pity and a little expectation.
Chen Yanjun was very calm, giving people a sense of determination as if he was approaching the city and would remain motionless.
Instead, he pointed at Cui Qianan’s sword and asked:
"What grade is your sword?"
Cui Qian'an smiled calmly and said:
"Although my Qingming Sword is a Xuan-level spiritual sword, the sword energy can only be released when it is possessed by a spirit, which can enhance the sword's sharpness or help with body skills."
"Once I seal my spiritual veins, the Qingming Sword will just be sharper and tougher than an ordinary sword."
Xuan level spirit sword!
Chen Yanjun could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He quietly took out his iron sword and said calmly:
"It has been said that the loser's sword should not be kept. Sword practitioners must always maintain a winning spirit. If they are defeated by others in a sword competition, they usually choose to change swords."
"In this case, Chen proposed that whoever loses in a sword competition between you and me should give the sword to the other party. How about that?"
"How about it also be considered as a commemoration to enhance the relationship with the elders?"
When Cui Qian'an heard this, his face suddenly darkened.
His Qingming Sword is a Xuan-level sword worth ten thousand spirit jade.
Chen Yanjun's sword is just an iron sword used by mortals, no different from a decoration.
Isn't this a clear deception?
Fortunately, Cui Qian'an feels that even if the opponent succeeds in cleansing his marrow, even if he forges his body into the realm of transformation, and even if his spiritual veins are completely sealed, he cannot be the opponent of a sixth-grade swordsman with the strength and speed of a mortal!
"It doesn't matter, it's not a famous sword. If my sister-in-law has the ability, I will take it. If I don't, I will throw away the iron sword. Let my sister-in-law wear a good sword for you."
Chen Yanjun suddenly felt that he had infinite power.
I have to admire Cui Qian'an for not using curse words when swearing.
This battle must be won!
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The rules of sword competition set by Lord Jianzheng are very simple.
In the center of the main hall, a square sword field two feet wide was marked out.
For the sake of fairness, Master Jianzheng personally blocked the flow of spiritual veins in this area.
As soon as the seal was completed, Chen Yanjun suddenly looked up.
I saw the faint shadow of the mountains again...
In sword fighting, there are three situations that can determine the outcome:
First, one party admits defeat and is awarded a loss.
Second, if any part of a party's body exceeds the sideline, the player loses the game.
Third, if any part of a party's body is stabbed or scratched by the opponent's sword, he will lose.
Just hit, no need to break the defense... Chen Yanjun realized that the rules were still beneficial to him.
This means that if his body skills are in place, Cui Qian'an's strength advantage will be completely eliminated.
It seems that Master Jianzheng is also on his side.
Maybe I want to see his true strength, but I also hope that I can get along well with Yourong.
The crowd retreated, the old lady sat upright in the high hall, and Supervisor Cui stood aside with his hands behind his hands.
Everyone was attentive and silent.
Chen Yanjun and Cui Qianan stood at opposite corners of the venue.
The sword showdown begins!
Chen Yanjun moved and wanted to occupy the middle position, but Cui Qian'an seemed to be faster and reached the position one step ahead of him.
But what was even more surprising was Cui Qianan.
A mortal was only one step behind him!
Cui Qian'an frowned.
Even if the other party successfully cleanses the marrow and seals his spiritual veins, this is too exaggerated!
No wonder my sister-in-law... Chen Yanjun was not afraid of his coercion in the morning and forced him to call out the three words "younger sister-in-law."
However, what shocked Cui Qian'an even more was that although he had clearly occupied a favorable position in the middle, Chen Yanjun did not slow down at all and stabbed him with his sword.
brush--
Although he was surprised, he had already stood still and could hit Chen Yanjun's right shoulder with just a flick of his sword.
As soon as he struck the side with his sword, Chen Yanjun suddenly stopped in the air!
Like a swimming dragon, he turned around and passed by the sword, and in the blink of an eye he came to Cui Qian'an's side.
Cui Qian'an was shocked and was forced to move out of the way and retreated from the middle position.
This body technique is so ghostly!
Not only Cui Qian'an was shocked, but Lord Jianzheng was also taken aback.
A tall and majestic figure gradually walked out of the crowd and came to the sword platform.
It was Grandpa Cui Qianan, Cui Xuanyue, and General Cui who once disappeared in the crowd!
He frowned and stared at Chen Yanjun, becoming interested in mortal physical skills for the first time.
The biggest advantage of the middle position is that it can defend and counterattack, and remain unchanged in response to changes.
However, Chen Yanjun didn't care about the terrain at all. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he didn't stop and chased Cui Qian'an who was retreating with a sword!
Once again, Cui Qian'an counterattacked with his side sword in the same way, but faster, in order to see Chen Yanjun's movement skills clearly.
He was suddenly stunned. Chen Yanjun seemed to be able to predict the path of his sword. He was able to turn sideways in advance and brush the tip of the sword an inch away to avoid it!
Cui Qian'an was forced to retreat hastily once again.
Then, a very strange thing happened on the field——
The slow one chases the fast one and beats him!
In addition, since the two swords have not touched each other even once until now.
As a result, Cui Qian'an's strength advantage could not be used.
He got it.
Cui Wanjun, Cui Xuanyue, Cui Qian'an, the grandfather, his son, and his great-grandson all understood it!
"You have indeed entered the third realm of nourishing qi. You never expected that I, Cui Qian'an, would compete with Han Ping in swordsmanship!"
Saying this, Cui Qian'an's blood suddenly boiled.
He himself was shocked that he could actually fight with a mortal in such a situation.
"So I can't blame you if I lose."
Chen Yanjun said.
He prepared the steps for Cui Qian'an to descend in advance.
Then he continued to chase Cui Qian'an.
Cui Qian'an saw that he was approaching the sideline, turned over Chen Yanjun's head, planted his feet heavily, and used a high-level sword skill——
"Brahma Rain Flower Sword!"
The sword routine is exquisite, the sword power is graceful, and the point where the sword tip is swayed is like falling rain.
Chen Yanjun turned around.
Thought: The opportunity has finally come!
In his opinion, he has been training his body and practicing martial arts with mortal strength, and now he can exert his full strength.
Cui Qian'an, on the other hand, usually does not seal his spiritual veins to practice swordsmanship. The swordsmanship he practices are all spirit-possessed swordsmanship routines. Once he loses the support of his spiritual power, the routines become a burden.
If Cui Qian'an had been patient and struggled with him with strength and speed, he would definitely lose this battle.
The problem is that no one would have expected that his speed is only slightly slower than Cui Qian'an, but his exquisite body skills, smooth sword movements, and his premonition of always being one step ahead... are far beyond Cui Qian'an's level.
Unless Cui Qian'an is a saint, it is impossible for him not to have psychological fluctuations.
In the blink of an eye, he would definitely leave his fate to his usual sword moves.
This is Chen Yanjun’s chance to win!
Chen Yanjun changed his previous tactics and suddenly rushed over unreasonably brandishing the Bastard Sword!
His speed has not become faster.
But the Wang Ba Sword, which seemed to be swung randomly, was so powerful that it was like the endless flow of a surging river.
He charged forward all the way without any sword moves at all.
Of course, the dancing swords are just an appearance.
The deeper level is Chen Yanjun's superb control over his body movements and sword tip points, which are at their peak!
At first glance, Chen Yanjun seemed to have suppressed the Rain Flower Sword Shadow with a majestic rainstorm.
In fact, it was Chen Yanjun who predicted every landing point of Yuhua Sword Shadow in advance.
In one fell swoop, a devastating momentum was formed!
Cui Qian'an was dumbfounded.
Is this really the speed and endurance of a mortal?
In desperation, his sword move missed the mark, and he almost activated his spiritual veins instinctively.
A sudden surprise!
Chen Yanjun slanted his sword and passed through Yuhua, with the tip of the sword touching Cui Qian'an's chest.
At the same time, the tip of Cui Qian'an's sword also passed over Chen Yanjun's head. An inch away, the sword wind blew away Chen Yanjun's hair bun.
The dust has settled!
The whole place was silent.
Her green silk hair was hanging down, and her long flowing hair covered her face like an immortal.
The other half of his handsome face made it impossible for the Cui family girls and girls to take their eyes away...
Elegant, he is so... so elegant!
In stark contrast to his rough swordsmanship.
The women even felt that the rough sword moves just now became gentle.