Feeling someone shouting behind him, Long Tianyu looked around on the street. It seemed that he was the only young man, because the street he walked on basically sold women's things.
"Are you calling me?" Long Tianyu turned around and found behind him an old man with white hair and a childlike face, floating down with the magic of the breeze.
Long Tianyu was slightly startled, and when he looked carefully, he was actually an old man from Guyu!
"It's you, little friend, are you free? Let's go to the teahouse with me to talk?" The old man Gu Yu showed a friendly smile, just like a lollipop to lure the child home.
Long Tianyu didn't even think about it and replied very simply: "No time!"
The old man from Gu Yu was startled. This was the first time he had been rejected in all his years! If other swordsmen knew that Long Tianyu rejected the old man from Gu Yu, he would definitely be pierced by ten thousand swords.
"Little friend, if you have something important to do, you might as well tell me, and I will help you take care of it, and then we can continue." The kind smile of the old man in Gu Yu was very comfortable. Of course, he also said, "If you don't come with me, I will go with you."
"Consumed" expression.
However, Long Tianyu's words almost made this 700-year-old man have the urge to hit the wall, "No, I'm going to visit. If you do it for me, it won't be interesting. Visiting is to look at beautiful women quietly."
, that’s how it tastes!”
"You are young and you are the king of swords. Are you still worried about having a woman?"
The old man from Gu Yu thought about it carefully and smiled again. It was quite normal for Long Tianyu to say this. He thought about how charming and graceful he was when he was young.
"Old man, if you have something to tell me, I will tell you quietly that I am somewhat interested in your grandson... daughter, Feng Xinyao. For her sake, I will reluctantly waste a few seconds to look around.
time."
The old man from Guyu almost lost his temper. This was the first time that someone said that he was being dumped just to save the face of his grandson...daughter. "Ah! Have I lived these seven hundred years in vain?"
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Immediately, he became interested in this boy. The emperors of various countries were very polite to him when they met the old man of Guyu. Especially the boy Long Yanba was so polite to the old man of Guyu that he almost became a father.
"Little friend, I just want to ask, what is your master's name?"
"Master? No!" Long Tianyu thought for a while and realized that he did not have a master. The sword king in the palace did guide him when he was a child, but that was not a master!
"Then little friend, who taught you your Snow Dragon Step?" Long Tianyu frowned and immediately untied it, but the old man from Guyu still found a clue, "This kid really knows!"
"Snow Dragon Step? Never heard of it!"
Seeing that Long Tianyu wanted to leave, the old man from Guyu was not willing to miss this opportunity to ask questions, so he immediately pointed at his weakness and said: "My little friend, why not go to the old man's house as a guest? The Fengyun Banquet of the old man Fengtian Sect is famous all over the world, and that girl Xinyao
We will also come together."
Sure enough, Long Tianyu was a little moved when he heard Feng Xinyao. Long Tianyu's slogan was "I am a gangster, who should I be afraid of!" He was not afraid of going to Feng Tianzong. But he was afraid that this shabby old man had lived for seven hundred years and had nothing to do with him.
If Xuefei was an enemy and Long Tianyu accidentally said it, it would be detrimental to Xuefei. Who knows what the old man's Fengtian Sect strength was, and in Long Tianyu's heart, the mature and beautiful Xuefei was only a ninth-level peak sword master.
"Old man, next time I'll have the meal at home. I remembered that I have something else to do today, so I won't chat with you." Fei Yue flashed, and the yellow fighting spirit made the old man of Gu Yu stunned, although he guessed that this kid was not
Simple, I didn't expect it to be a rare fire sword king.
"The Fire Sword King! He also has a speed that surpasses that of the Wind Sword! How many surprising abilities does this kid have?"
A young man who is a fire-type swordsman but is far better than a wind-type swordsman. After careful training, he will become a swordsman at best. This will be a very big help, and there is also the Snow Dragon Step.
Five hundred years ago, only one person could do it, and no more than ten people knew this footwork.
"Could it be? He is the disciple of the adults? But the adults have been dead for many years, could it be the scrolls they left behind?" With many questions, the old man from Guyu shook his head and had no choice but to ride away.
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Fighting every day, Long Tianyu's bad luck is still with him, and he has not even met a swordsman. However, he is not idle. Watching is a must. You can also observe the routines of some masters. Know yourself and the enemy, and you will not be in danger in a hundred battles.
I think about how glorious I was back then, wearing thongs, walking in catwalks, entering women's toilets, and selling diapers on the street. Now I am afraid of being recognized, so I only wear a hat to cover my handsome face that makes people and gods angry.
Long Tianyu discovered that in addition to the empire and sects, there were also some strong individual warriors. For example, a first-level fire magician wearing a bamboo hat and a cloak! And based on her huge breasts, everyone knew she was a woman, and her hanging breasts
Golden hair exudes endless temptation.
There is also a swordsman named Wuming. Long Tianyu attaches great importance to this person. Long Tianyu cannot see through him at all. This can be sure that this person is an eighth-level swordsman at worst. He has not seen him in many matches.
With his attributes, all his opponents were knocked off the stage by one move.
Of course, Long Tianyu also saw his friend Chen Yingchuan, a fifth-level earth sword king who was as gentle as jade and had a bit of a heroic demeanor. As soon as his bastard spirit came out, his opponents would be scared away.
As of today, the competition has entered the stage of advancing from one thousand to five hundred, and all the swordsmen below the eighth level have been eliminated. Now the remaining ones, at least there are no characters who are not good at all, at least there is one bright spot.
"No. 8! No. 88 vs. No. 75!"
Hearing the call to himself, Long Tianyu left Channel 1, secretly saying that he wanted to solve the problem quickly and come to watch Feng Xinyao's game.
He ran to stage 8, and this time his opponent was good! He was a seventh-level earth magician, wearing an earth-colored magic robe, and he looked like a piece of mud (he was the only one who thought so).
"Brother Qiufeng, come on!" Murong Qingyue's voice came from the audience. With her cheering movements, the stature on her chest fluctuated up and down, causing many young people to reveal their evil true colors, and many of them hit the wall.
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"Sister Qingyue, come and watch my game!"
Seeing Murong Qingyue in the audience pull her hand, a purple figure stood next to her, with imperial guards standing in a row behind them, controlling a group of "followers" behind them.
This person is none other than Murong Xueyi! Looking around, half of the 50,000 to 60,000 spectators are clinging to Murong Xueyi. In order to catch a glimpse of Murong Xueyi’s elegance, the tickets for the No. 4 stand, which cost one copper coin, were sold.
One hundred gold coins! This is a total increase of ten thousand times!
"Look, sister brought a beautiful girl today! How can you thank sister? Sister Xueyi is the most beautiful girl in our Tianlong Empire. You must know that, you perverted boy."
Murong Xueyi looked at Long Tianyu intently. With her abnormal level, she was a first-level magician! She was a level ahead of Long Tianyu. After a closer look, she could see Long Tianyu's level. In order to find out the details of Long Tianyu, the two sisters
People devised a honey trap.
"First level fire sword king! So powerful. Sister Qingyue, this brother of yours is not simple!" Murong Xueyi whispered to Murong Qingyue.
"Sword King! How is it possible! He is only fifteen years old! He is still a rare fire element!" Murong Qingyue covered her mouth and looked at Long Tianyu in disbelief. You must know that the Sword Lord Chloe was only eighteen years old.
Sword King.
At the beginning of the game, the magician was very cautious and first used the fourth-level magic 'Guardian of Earth', which is also known as Little Earth Escape.
When he raised his head to look at Long Tianyu fifty meters away, he found that no one was there?
"Where did he go?"
"Are you talking about me?" Long Tianyu's ghostly voice sounded behind the magician's head.
"Ah!" The magician was startled.
"Go down!" Long Tianyu didn't even draw his sword. He struck him horizontally and stumbled with his feet. The poor magician rolled off the stage.
It was clean and neat, leaving no trace. Even the referee was dumbfounded. He could only see a black shadow at this kid's speed. When he took a closer look, he was shocked, the fire sword king!
"What a fast speed! That boy in rags has at least the strength of a fifth-level swordsman, and he is very likely to be of the wind type."
"I don't think it's just that, it's at least eight levels!"
In the audience, the people who used to say that Long Tianyu's clothes were disgusting were no longer there. Instead, they gave Long Tianyu a nickname, "Ragged Boy!"
This is the role of strength. If you are a sword master, even if you are covered in shit, the emperor and nobles will "shoulder to shoulder" with you and stick to you to death.
"Feng Xinyao's game has begun." Someone in the audience shouted, and almost everyone rushed over, including of course Long Tianyu.
"Autumn breeze! How about going to a restaurant with sister and beauty Murong for a drink?" Murong Qingyue's eyes flickered, and the soul of the young man beside him was almost taken away.
Murong Xueyi did not speak, and looked at Long Tianyu with a cold and arrogant face.
"That's it..." Long Tianyu suddenly stuck out his tongue, like a child coquettishly acting like a baby to his sister, made a grimace at Murong Xueyi, got full of fighting spirit, and left to Channel 1 as if running away.
"It's strange! My younger brother is usually so horny, why is he so embarrassed when he sees a real beauty today?" Murong Qingyue had a big question mark on her head.
Murong Xueyi was still silent, but she became interested in this autumn wind, a competitive interest, but she seemed to feel a bit familiar in her eyes, as if she had seen it there, but she couldn't remember it.
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On the high platform.
"Mr. Yu, that boy is very powerful and is indeed a target to win over!"
The person who spoke was the protector of Feng Tian Sect, Wind Soul! A fourth-level wind sword master. He was also curious about Long Tianyu's speed.
Moreover, Long Tianyu is only sixteen years old this year, and his future is limitless!
"You still need to tell me, kid! I went there yesterday!"
"What's the result? Mr. Yu."
"I almost pissed me off! This guy actually said that he only wanted to talk to me for Xinyao's sake, otherwise he wouldn't even dump me!"
"What!" Fenghun's chin almost dropped to the ground. Now even a strong swordsman would not dare to do this when he saw Mr. Yu, "This kid has actually taken the courage of a leopard!"
"Mr. Yu, how about I go teach this kid a lesson?"
The old man from Guyu raised his hand and knocked on Fenghun's head, "You are already a hundred years old, and you are still trying to be serious with a baby. Isn't it embarrassing?"
In front of Elder Yu, Fenghun was a junior, and he didn't dare to resist. He had to admit his mistakes, just like a child writing a guarantee letter.
"Fenghun, keep an eye on Qiufeng. If he encounters trouble, take appropriate action, you know?"
"Yes!" The wind shadow flashed, and the wind soul disappeared in place.