Qin Fan's eyes stayed on Xiang Bohuai for a moment, and then looked at Ying Wuque, who shook his bangs.
Qin Fan has never paid much attention to the so-called younger generation, but now he has the slightest interest in it.
The other party is not a reckless warrior. Although he likes to show off a little, he is very clear-headed.
In fact, with his status as the young master of the Knife Forging Hall, he didn't need to talk to himself about these unnecessary nonsense, but he still said it.
Qin Fan didn't think that Ying Wuque had found out some details about Wuyou Villa. He could only say that this was the way the other party dealt with things.
Sure enough, Ying Wuque then bowed his hands to Feng Mo and said:
"Brother Feng, actually at our age, as long as he doesn't die young, he will definitely become a strong person in the Xiantian realm, and there is nearly a 50% chance of even entering the realm of a great master.
But it is a pity that as far as I know, too many young heroes died in accidents on the way, and of course, we cannot rule out the assassination of our own people."
When he said these words, he moved his eyes to Xiang Bohuai and raised his eyebrows deliberately.
At this moment, Xiang Bohuai could no longer pretend to be mute. He glanced at Ying Wuque lightly and said:
"Master Nephew Ying, your thoughts are too complicated, and that's why you are more than one step away from the two monsters in the east and west."
Ying Wuque curled his lips indifferently and said:
"The road we walk is slow, but we are still on the road. It's just a pity that Uncle Xiang's beloved disciple died inexplicably eight years ago, and that was his end.
By the way, he is known as the hope of the new generation of the Forging Sword Hall. When he broke through to the Xiantian realm, he was one year younger than me now, but what's the use of that.
A dead genius is just a dead man."
"Ying Wuque, watch your words!" Xiang Bohuai raised his eyes, his somewhat turbid eyes became brighter and brighter, and hidden deep in his pupils was a sharp sword move.
It was about to come out of its sheath, and at the same time, a heavy sense of oppression hit Ying Wuque's face without any effort!
But Ying Wuque actually took advantage of the situation and fell down, looking like he was seriously injured.
Qin Fan realized that his judgment about Ying Wuque was wrong again. At the moment when Ying Wuque secretly glanced at him, his originally black and white pupils seemed to turn into a chaotic whirlpool.
The pride was peeled off, the glorious shell was torn off, and in less than a breath, Qin Fan had already glimpsed part of its true identity.
There is no ambition, no desire, only sincerity towards the sword, but this does not mean that Ying Wuque is a stupid martial arts fanatic.
Except for the pure land left for the sword, the rest is a cool nature that is different from the dazzling personality on the outside.
No relatives, no ruthlessness, no love, no hatred, as if all emotions have been lost, and the only thing that exists except the knife is myself in silence and solitude.
This was the first time Qin Fan met someone with such a huge contrast, a natural-born actor.
After Ying Wuque was stunned for a moment, he frowned slightly, then patted the dust on his body, jumped up, looked at Xiang Bohuai seriously and said:
"Third Elder, you were the one who asked me to fight, and now it's you who is attacking me inexplicably. What do you want?"
Being beaten down by Ying Wuque like this made Xiang Bohuai completely lose his temper. He snorted coldly:
"I am just teaching my nephew a lesson as a senior. There are certain things that should be said and some things that should not be said."
Ying Wuque curled his lips and sat down directly in the empty seat next to Xiang Bohuai. The words he muttered in his mouth were clearly heard by several people around him.
"Anyway, the benefits have been obtained, and I have sent out this battle invitation. But if I cannot participate in the battle due to unexpected circumstances, it will not be my fault."
Xiang Bohuai was a little angry for a moment. He finally understood why Ying Wuque deliberately mentioned what happened eight years ago just now. He wanted to use his anger to reasonably avoid this battle.
However, he also didn't understand why Ying Wuque suddenly stood up again when he could have stayed on the ground for a while.
Everything can only be said to be a wonderful misunderstanding. Qin Fan's ability to recognize people made Ying Wuque mistakenly think that Xiang Bohuai was using martial arts ideas to play it real, so he did not dare to act.
Of course, he did not forget to say to Yan Kuangshan: "City Lord Yan, you saw that I was injured just now, so it should be okay to postpone the date of the battle by half an hour."
Yan Kuangshan nodded. Only half an hour was not harmful to him and the surrounding people. Of course, he still used his eyes to ask the opinion of another combatant first.
Feng Mo nodded slightly and agreed.
And around the arena, which had already fallen silent, the onlookers started talking again.
As for Qin Fan, he looked with some surprise at the two people who came forward, Gongsun Xin and his eldest son Gongsun Shuo.
Based on their appearance alone, Qin Fan thought they were two brothers. Maybe it was because Gongsun Shuo had not yet broken through the innate realm, or he had not practiced the secret technique of maintaining appearance, so they both looked about forty years old.
"Master Qin, due to the handover of clan leaders during this period, the collection of elixirs can only be delayed a little."
Qin Fan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. Gongsun Xin had already sent someone to send a letter about this matter before, and then he looked behind the two of them.
Well, Gongsun Mei didn't come with him, which was a bit of a surprise to him.
"My lord, there are two men in black robes among the spectators in the northeast."
Hearing Feng Mo's message, Qin Fan moved his eyes to where the other party was talking. He thought it was Mo Yunlan who finally showed up, but it turned out to be Xue Yan and Gongsun Mei, who were pretending to be low-key.
Gongsun Xin also followed Qin Fan's sudden shift of gaze and looked to the northeast, and naturally discovered the two men who were not good at camouflage skills.
However, his expression did not change at all, and he simply introduced Gongsun Shuo and Qin Fan to get to know each other briefly, and then silently returned to his seat.
A thousand-year-old family, Qin Fan sighed, Gongsun Xin was indeed different from his father Gongsun Xing, he might have noticed Gongsun Mei's potential earlier.
Therefore, in terms of behavior, there is less stability and more enterprising spirit.
As for what the outcome will be, that's not what he cares about.
Then Qin Fan raised his head and looked at the increasingly dense dark clouds. There was no thunder or lightning looming, but the air around him was getting drier. If I could use a suitable idiom to describe it, it would be that a storm was coming.
But the wind has not yet appeared, the rain has fallen, and the current state is the most depressing.
Half an hour had passed quietly in the process of his random thoughts, but Feng Mo dodged and walked straight into the center of the ring.
Ying Wuque, who was on the other side, thought that the fight would be aborted when it rained. The moment he stepped onto the ring, his eyes changed.
Qin Fan thought of the part of the truth he had seen that should be perfect, and the sincerity in his heart was knifed. He could think of various ways to postpone it before the fight started, but when it came time to actually step into the ring.