Chapter 35: Confrontation (1)

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Cheng Tianyu is the youngest disciple under the Yasheng Gate of the Qingjian Jianpai.
This folding meeting seems to be because of the fact that Zhongshan is too famous, and many people have not noticed him. Every time he appeared, he was also obsessed with rituals and willingly stood behind Song Yu and Zhong Shan.
But this does not mean that he is easy to defeat, Duan Chongxuan did not breathe a sigh of relief because of the other age.
Instead, he watched the performance of Tian Yu in the last round. In the late sixteen-year-old condensate, it has been strong enough to break through the conventional stage.
In addition to his own diligence and exuberance, he has to say that the Qingjian Swordsman teaches his disciples.
For this martial art, although there is a wind and rain sword in the end, there is no such thing as Yinxi, but there is some admiration.
Everyone knows that the practice of the Qingjian Jianpai disciple is the most hard work.
Yin Yue does not feel that he can easily overcome the other party without using paper.
So he asked, "How much do you have to grasp without foreign objects?"
The words are very honest,
"70%."
"70% wins him?"
"70% was won by him."
"..."
It sounds shameful, but it is reality.
The words sighed, "I have seen him in the last round of the game, I really doubt that this kid is playing the sword in the mother's womb."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and shook his head. "He just used the time when you heard about books and gambling, and used it on the sword."
If you touch your nose, you have to admit that he is right.
"I really regretted wasting too much time, and now I can't even beat a child."
The more Yin Yin understands, he guessed very early on that he was born in an extraordinary way, most likely a big family. If you are from a small jade food, thousands of pets, who will force him to practice in winter, 39, and summer?
Although Zheng Yu’s coming, the words are as if they wake up and wake up overnight, and progress is fast.
However, how can two months of hard work compare to the hard work of Cheng Tianyu for more than ten years?
Fortunately, nowadays, it has been recognized that it is a rare good thing for the future practice.
Yin Yi feels that this battle may not have a turn for the better.
"When I was in school, I had read some swordsmanships in the feathers. I’ve been fighting with you for a few days. You are trying to figure out how to crack."
The eyes of the words are bright, "Too good four brothers!"
Luomingchuan stood aside. "You don't need real yuan first. You can only fight with swords. Let me see."
Duan Chongxuan knew that they were both for their own troubles, and they were moved, but they stopped talking and took the sword.

Qingjian Jianpai, Wutongyuan.
"Duan Chongxuan can easily take out twenty pieces of burning notes, and it must be just a sneak peek. If you want to come to the last round, Xu Guang of Xu Zong also recognizes this and only recognizes the loss."
Song Yu sat on the stone bench under the tree. Zhong Shan and Cheng Tianyu stand aside.
Song Yu looked at the younger brother's still tender face, and sighed in his heart.
Many people think that being young is not a problem, but it is precisely the biggest problem.
He knows better than anyone else that the younger brother is not old enough, and if he is seriously injured, he is vulnerable to the roots.
The road is unstable, and if it encounters a strong enemy, it is easy to be excited and self-defeating.
Cheng Tianyu understood the meaning of the brother, so he was silent.
He thought that this was the first time he had rebelled against his brother since he started.
The young boy’s eyes are red, but his tone is firm.
"No, I want to play well."
Next to Zhong Shan patted his shoulder.
Song stunned, laughed,
"Okay, then play well!"
It is he who entered the obstacles. Since this is the younger brother’s own choice, he respects each other.
After all, the future practice of the road, but also the younger brother to go.
Song Wei took up the sword. "Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yin are born in the school, read through the three thousand classics, and become familiar with the length of the hundred. Your feathers are not really true, and there are three days, I will fight against you."

Duan Chongxuan’s test was the first of the three Yin Yuyue trio.
On this day, they came to the foot of the mountain with the disciples of the Yashan Mountain.
However, the girls of Yecheng, the female practitioners of Yuzong, came earlier than the two who will come to power.
In the third round of the Folding Club, only forty groups were played.
There is no time limit and tie rules, and in order to facilitate the battle, only two platforms are open every day.
At the moment, the sky is bright, and all the disciples have come one after another.
However, the morning fog did not scatter, the bell did not rise, and it was not yet open.
Yin Yinyue noticed that Duan Chongxuan’s face was not very good.
So he whispered, "Can you still beat it?"
Duan Chongxuan thought, these two days, the two brothers spent so much thought on their own test, how can they admit that they can't beat, let the brothers work hard.
He opened his mouth and denied, "How could it be!... You look at the tea house that day. He stood two steps higher than us. At the beginning, he could still be blocked by Zhongshan. What does this mean? He may not have my shoulder height!

Duan Chongxuan folded the fan and said, "I just think that playing with him seems like I am bullying a child."
Luo Mingchuan looked awkward.
Yin Yi’s mouth was pumping, and he wanted to remind him, but it was already late.
Cheng Tianyu ran over with impotence and looked at him with his face. "Who are you talking about children?"
Song Yu’s voice came, "Younger brother."
Cheng Tianyu was very reluctant to sneak back.
The elders in the east side of the stand have already taken the seat, and the deacon of the Qingjian Swordsman shouted.

Chongxuan of Cangshan Mountain is a member of the Qing Dynasty’s swordsmanship.

Song Wei patted Cheng Tianyu's shoulder. "Go, let go and fight."
There are many people watching this game.
Under the Yashen Gate of the Qingjian Swordsman, Cheng Tianyu was not the first disciple to practice Yu Yijian, and Song Wei was ten years earlier than him.
But he went down to the mountain this time, but Fei Yujian was in his hands.
This is a very telling question, but I can think about the high hopes that Yasheng has placed on him. I even think that his future achievements are still above Song.
The seniors of the predecessors want to see the feathers and swords, the disciples of the Qing dynasty sent their disciples to cheer for their younger brothers, and the sly female repairs want to see Duan Chongxuan throwing the paper.
The two walked up to the ring, and the relatives were seen at a distance of more than ten feet.
Yin Yi feels that they are likely to play a game before they officially start playing.
His hunch is right.
"I don't care how much paper you have, I won't admit defeat."
"I won't use the paper." Duan Chongxuan said seriously, "I only have one question. Do you have a crown?"
The answer to him is the sound of the flying feather sword.
"No matter what the other person said, it is to irritate you. Don't bother, just take out the sword."
Cheng Tianyu remembered what the brothers said yesterday, and the look became calm and solemn.
He said with a sword, "Please."
Duan Chongxuan’s look is also serious.
"It is good to be able to irritate the other person with words. If not, use the sword to irritate him."
This is what Luo Mingchuan said to him before.
So he put the folding fan into the wide sleeve and took out a sword. "Please."
As soon as the voice fell, his figure leaped high.
A sword light flew over a distance of more than ten feet, accompanied by the high swordsman who pierced the air, and took Cheng Tianyu's door.
Fast and fast, but there is no sharp edge, just like nine days above, falling a feather.
In the light, hidden murder!
The audience screamed incredibly, "Yu Yi Jian?!"
"How can he get this kind of sword?"
No one can think of Duan Chongxuan's shot is actually the best sword of the other side.
Cheng Tianyu looked awkward but not surprised.
Not waiting for the feather to fall, he leaped with a sword and actually formed a circular barrier with the tip of the sword as the center.
In midair, the two swords met in abruptly, and the Qingming resounded through the four wildernesses, oscillating!
The two real yuan barriers collided with each other, and the strong airflow blows away the morning fog, blowing their robes and hunting.
"If the other party first makes a feather sword, don't panic. It is not a real feather sword. It is a simplified version that Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yin teach him. It is empty and has no real meaning."
"Competing directly with him, he is similar to your realm, but the number and solidity of real elements is not as good as you!"
Cheng Tianyu’s hand holding the sword was very stable. He thought that the brothers were really amazing and had already guessed it.
After the two swords meet, they are separated, and they are hit dozens of times in a blink of an eye.
Qingming is connected, such as a blast!
The sparks of the stars splattered and flew out, and they fell on the platform, and they made a mark.
After a battle of more than ten feet, the overlapping people's seas, Yin Yinyue's eyes fell in the direction of the Qingjian sword.
He knows that Song Yu and Zhong Shan have already thought of the first steps of him and Luo Mingchuan, and taught Cheng Tianyu the method of cracking.
The impact of the real yuan is still going on, and the two swords are opposite each other.
Feiyu Jianming Ruoqiu Lake can be used for the sun and the moon. It used to be a saint when he was young and young, and he was naturally a soldier.
But the sword in the hands of Duan Chongxuan, the blade is dark, as if it was burned by fire during forging, it was dull.
It is unexpected to be able to fall into the wind in this real yuan hedge.
"I thought he was a spiritual man... I didn't expect him to use a sword."
"What sword is he taking?! Can you compete with Feiyu?!"
This sword, many disciples under the stage can not recognize.
But the elders in the stands looked awkward.
Someone in the city's main house has a slight eyebrow, "Boofire?"
"The real yuan competes in the end, you won't win the process, but you still have to compare with him, because the next sword, you have to start the first move, grab the opportunity!"
Duan Chongxuan remembers the words of the four brothers.
So when the two swords met again, his figure disappeared into the air.
The flying feather sword fell through, and the sea tide-like 滂湃 元 元 hit the stone platform, stone chips and smoke dust suddenly.
There is no figure in the flying smoke.
"So fast!"

Is it another mountain?

Cheng Tianyu’s sword trend is unchanged, and he has nowhere to go.
The sword is everywhere, golden light, like a million dance feather dance!
"The ‘stepping the mountain river’ is not the body that can be learned overnight. If he makes it out, it is also a simplified version.

He believes that the brothers can't be wrong, so the opponent must be in the original position.
Duan Chongxuan showed his figure from the point of his sword, but the sword in his hand has already become.
He slashed his sword and made a straight long line in the air.
The morning fog seemed to be drawn by this sword, and it was gathered under his sword.
The disciples of Yan Yashan shouted excitedly.
"Fog is coming!"
This sword is the starting style in the swordsmanship of the martial arts. When the martial arts disciples get started, they practice the first style.
Yin Yi said that "to seize the opportunity, we must first come out with the strongest sword before the other party makes the "Hua Ge Fei Yu."
Duan Chongxuan looked bitter, "the strongest sword, I can't make it now."
Luo Mingchuan Road, "Take the sword that you practice the most."