Chapter 137: Unpleasant arena

Li Fuyao's unexpected words made the girl Baizhi and Sword Fairy feel a little strange. As soon as Sword Embryo said, no one in Dayu Jianghu had any doubts. Although Baizhi said that the martial art realm is not high, it is not His talent said that the last sword embryo was not so unrealistic, but it was only natural.
Lan Ze, who had just given birth to this idea, was suddenly startled. Li Fuyao in front of him was only this age. Not to mention the martial arts cultivation is Baizhi, even she herself has never been able to match it. It should be because of this matter, so the words Is there a sense of sarcasm in it?
Thinking about it this way, Lan Ze couldn't help but underestimate the green shirt youth.
Because the two kendo masters competed on the river surface, this big ship should not move on until the victory or defeat was divided. Before these two started, there were a few wealthy men on the ship who were unaware of martial arts, so they shouted for it. After leaving, it turned out that a few high-ranking martial artists who were not low in the martial arts level went to explain the truth, and this calmed down. The rest of the boat still had to think about it, and they did not dare to speak any more, let the boat show It is very intriguing to make a piece of "quiet and peaceful".
Li Fuyao was leaning against the railing, unwilling to talk to the young girl Baizhi and the sword fairy. These two women did not like or hate Lan Ze, but they didn’t like Baizhi at all. It's a bit annoying.
Early Wisdom and Chengfu Shen are originally two different things.
Bai Zhi and Lan Ze were not far from Li Fuyao. Lan Ze had a bad impression of this boy, so he didn't care much. On the contrary, Bai Zhi is still paying attention to Li Fuyao even though he is still paying attention to the movement there. Fuyao here.
The battle between the two on the river surface seemed far from magnificent to Li Fuyao, even in his mind, not to mention that he killed the monks on the banks of the Luosang River back then, even if he killed the king in the green lake, it was better than this one. The sword is much more magnificent.
Thinking of the in the green lake, Li Fuyao actually reminded Li Fuyao of the Chaoqingqiu Jianqi on the Menchen Mountain Road, the man later called Chaofengchen, which made Li Fuyao really feel like a swordsman for the first time. Merry is nothing more than that!
It should be no longer in the world, right?
Li Fuyao sighed and was about to turn his head back to the room, but there was an exclamation from the boat, and Li Fuyao knew that it was the two who had already divided the victory.
He had looked over there before and knew that among the two of them, although the old sword idiot Li Gu said that he was a late bloomer, he was more powerful than Wang Bai, and Wang Bai took the kendo as his first prize, but he was true. Qi is not as good as Li Gu.
Each has its own merits.
So the outcome is unpredictable.
Fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't care about this. Whether Wang Bai won and wanted to wipe out Jianzong, or if Li Gu won, he wanted to frustrate the plan of Hidden Sword Sect, it was not what he cared about.
He just thought that this big ship would come to Yanling as soon as possible so that he could go to the next place.
Entering the room and closing the door, the outside affairs have nothing to do with him.
On the bow side, Yang Qinglong was covered in blood and returned with his sword. After World War I, this swordsman won’t be easy. It was just a conversation before the sword. In fact, Yang Qinglong had nothing to do with the old guest. Hostility, but no matter what, each is his own, and also score the next victory.
Yang Qinglong, with his sore hands and feet, came to the bow and said solemnly towards Bai Zhi: "Miss, the old sword idiot lost to Wang Bai, and he died here!"
Bai Zhi's face turned pale, and he shook his head in disbelief, "Isn't Grandpa Chijian saying that he has made great progress in kendo cultivation, or is he losing to Wang Bai?"
Yang Qinglong looked heavy, turned his head to look at Lan Ze, and said calmly: "Sword Fairy, please take the young lady away first. You don't have to go back to ask Jianzong and continue to Yanling. It's hard to say how long I lasted for you after the break. So Sword Fairy must be fast."
Lan Ze frowned and said, "Why go to Yanling? In such a disaster, it is safe not to return to the sect?"
Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly, knowing that the sword fairy didn't know about the dangers of the world, so he briefly talked about what plans this Tibetan sword gate would make if it were to cut the grass and roots, and whether it would set up ambush on the way back. He didn't expect Lan Ze to understand it, but it was enough for Baizhi to understand.
At the end, Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly and said: "This layout has actually been seen through by the old sect master, but it is too much to believe in the martial art realm of the old swordsman. Naturally, the worst plan has also appeared today. He failed to break the game and cannot blame others. But the young lady is still the top priority. I have already sent back a message to ask Jianzong. The young lady and the sword fairy can stay for a few days at the senior's residence. But I really don't go with the young lady."
Bai Zhi's lips trembled, "Uncle Yang."
Yang Qinglong's expression was flat, "When you don't act like this now, the lady will leave."
Bai Zhi nodded heavily, and soon followed Lan Ze away from the bow.
Yang Qinglong watched the two people leave, sighed in relief, clenched the sword in his hand, and sighed softly, "It's a loss."
I thought that there was no one, but I never thought that a voice soon sounded behind me, "You guys who have calculated in the past, actually finally discovered that the big fist is the last word?"
Yang Qinglong turned his head suddenly, and Li Fuyao stood not far away, holding a jug of wine in his hand, which was the most expensive pear stuffed rice on board.
Yang Qinglong smiled freely: "From the perspective of an outsider, he naturally does not know how much the two sides have planned for this. From the perspective of the cultivation level of the son, he even disdains to say more to us gangsters. It's not a person on the same road. It doesn't make any sense to say too much, but since Yang Qinglong is about to lose face, can you answer me a few questions?"
Li Fuyao patted the hip flask, "You said it first."
Yang Qinglong said sternly: "The son comes from Jianshan, he is a swordsman from Jianshan."
Li Fuyao did not refute.
Yang Qinglong smiled, "The son has ever seen Mr. Liu Yibailiu, is Mr. Liu well now?"
Li Fuyao squeezed the wine's hand tightly, thinking about what Liu Yibai had said before, and then he said softly: "It turns out that Uncle Liu's arena is this one."
Li Fu shook his head, "I have seen it, but now he is no longer alive."
Yang Qinglong looked regretful, "Mr. Liu was the most talented and accomplished swordsman in the past hundreds of years in my Dayu Jianghu. It is truly regrettable to pass away."
Li Fuyao whispered: "In fact, I want to use what I want to die for, but it's up to Uncle Liu to say whether I die for it. I won't talk casually."
Yang Qinglong wanted to say something more, his expression suddenly solemn, "Master, forgive me, if you don't want to be implicated in, take more time, now please stay away, or be implicated in, Yang Qinglong feels uneasy."
Li Fuyao took a sip of wine, "It's okay."
Yang Qinglong smiled suddenly, "It's okay, let the son see the botched swordsmanship, it is really regrettable that he couldn't even draw the sword when facing the son that day."
Li Fuyao didn't say a word, just drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

Bai Zhi followed Lan Ze across the river and came to the shore, looking at the big ship in the distance with a complicated expression.
Lan Ze pulled Bai Zhi's sleeves and persuaded, "Miss, go quickly, don't let Yang Qinglong's thoughts be disappointed."
Bai Zhi frowned extremely tightly. The sword embryo who asked Jianzong had complicated thoughts, and he didn't even take his legs for a while.
Lan Ze had already given birth to the desire to knock Bai Zhi away.
Suddenly Bai Zhi turned his head to look at Lan Ze, and called out his aunt.
Lan Ze was startled, seeing some tears in Bai Zhi's eyes.
Lan Ze softened his heart and whispered: "Miss, whether it is birth or death, they are all things that need to be experienced one by one. In this situation, it is actually not good to stay."
Bai Zhi unexpectedly calmly said: "Auntie, in fact, the master said a long time ago, if you just want to be a swordsman in this life, then you don’t have to think too much. Yes, but if you want to be the suzerain of Asking Sword Sect, you have to look at people's hearts and their actions. It's really difficult. But just like this is not a big deal, and you can’t show your sincerity when you see people. Master said that there are many types of novices, but he never said that he needs to treat people with sincerity. This is true for Grandpa Chijian, this is true for Uncle Yang, and the same is true for Auntie, but Baizhi really does not want to be like this."
Lan Ze held her hand and said with comfort: "The lord of a sect, that should be the case, aunt does not blame you."
Bai Zhi said in a crying voice: "But Bai Zhi is not willing to do this to you just because of the position of a sovereign. In the past, he wanted to learn it for the master. But Grandpa Chijian died for me, and Uncle Yang is going to die too. Uncle is dead."
Lan Ze couldn't bear it in his heart, but still led Baizhi forward.
Bai Zhi walked a few steps, trying to break away from Lan Ze's hand, hoping to say: "Aunt, how about we go and ask that person to save Uncle Yang?"
Lan Ze frowned, "What's the identity of Miss, how can I beg others?"
Bai Zhi said cruelly: "I don't care, I can't let Uncle Yang die, Grandpa Chijian is dead, and I can't let Uncle Yang die too."
After saying this, Bai Zhi turned his head and ran to the bank of the river, completely ignoring Lan Ze.
Lan Ze shook his head lightly, not too disappointed, and asked Jianzong that he needed a wise suzerain. Although he had to be unsympathetic and unrighteous, in fact, she was also forced by the world, but she couldn't say how to agree.
On the contrary, Bai Zhi is now like this. Although he is not suitable for becoming the next Sect Master, in Lan Ze's eyes, he is much more lovely than before, and he is more willing to give his life to protect him.
Lan Ze laughed, caught up with Bai Zhi's footsteps, and took her back to the ship.
Now, this sword fairy can no longer care about the strict orders given by the old master.

At the bow of the ship, Yang Qinglong met a group of masters of Tibetan swordsmanship, and drew their swords to each other without saying a word. Although this swordsman was seriously injured, he was still a swordsman. No matter how thin the camel was Ma Da, there is still room to deal with these masters of Tibetan swordsmanship.
The other martial artists at the bow of the ship dispersed long ago. Many people have returned to their rooms. They don’t want to participate in this incident between the Hidden Sword Gate and the Sword Sect. Only a small number of people watched the fight from a distance. Today on the ferry Everything that happened is worthy of a long aftertaste. Whether it was the sword embryo before the sword, the young boy in the green shirt standing on the water to watch the battle, or the last Wang Bai and Li Gu fighting against each other, both It's not a trivial matter. As for Yang Qinglong, a swordsman who is second only to Wang Bai, and the life and death of the Tibetan swordsman, it is a real life and death fight, although it is compared with the life and death of the two swordsmen. The degree of viewing of the battle is quite different, but in fact, the bodies of the hidden swordsmen lying on the bow of the ship are enough to make people truly feel the cruelty of the rivers and lakes.
Li Fuyao was not far away, so he was particularly conspicuous, but no master of the Tibetan swordsman wanted to provoke the young man in a green shirt. After all, the young man’s ability to stand on the surface of the river was enough People are terrified.
Li Fu shook his head to look at the gray-clothed middle-aged man standing on the ferry boat in the distance, the Wang Bai with the swordsmanship as high as the sky, the bow of the battle here, no matter what, he still needs him to finish the end. There was no doubt about how Yang Qinglong was dead at the end of the day.
The only thing Li Fuyao was curious about was that the white branch of the sword embryo and Lan Ze had disappeared. They had obviously ran off. Then since the sword embryo was the target of the Tibetan Sword Gate, why did he remain indifferent?
Is it possible that there is still an ambush on the river bank?
Thinking of this, Li Fuyao couldn't help but began to worry about the sword embryo's future.
What a disaster!
Li Fuyao walked through the cabin and went to the steward over there to buy pear blossom stuffing.
The old manager with white hair tremblingly handed over two jugs of wine, and asked softly: "My son, do you know why these two fought?"
Li Fuyao glanced at the old steward, thought for a while, and did not answer the question, "This is not a court ferry? Why doesn't the old steward come forward to stop the fighting on both sides?"
The old steward said grimly: "Where can we use it."
Li Fuyao smiled knowingly, but didn't say it thoroughly. The Yu court was not able to control these two sects. It was just that those who could manage were unwilling to blend in. Those who wanted to manage had no such ability, which led to the current situation. That's it.
After buying wine, Li Fuyao came back to the railing over there, this time before he looked at Yang Qinglong, he saw Lan Ze on the river with the girl Baizhi walking across the water.
Li Fuyao looked at the girl who had gone back and forth with interest.
After the two people got on the boat, Lan Ze glanced at Li Fuyao in the distance, then plunged into the battlefield on Yang Qinglong's side, leaving Bai Zhi to walk over here alone.
Li Fuyao took a sip of wine and looked at the girl.
Bai Zhi opened the door straight to the point, untied the ancient Shen Jin sword behind him, hoping to ask: "Is it okay to save Uncle Yang with this sword in exchange for your hand?"
Li Fuyao patted the bottom of the sword case behind him, "There is no sword in me that is worse than yours."
There was a flash of disappointment in Bai Zhi's eyes, but soon he continued to ask: "How can you be willing to take action?"
Li Fuyao was a little confused and asked, "Two questions. The first question is why you must ask me to take action. The second question, how do you know that I can save your Uncle Yang by taking action."
Bai Zhi said seriously: "Other people dare not interfere with this matter. Only you are here to watch. This means that you are not afraid of being implicated. This is because you have the ability to save Uncle Yang. Since it is only you. This ability, I'm asking you not to be surprised at all."
Li Fuyao asked strangely: "From your previous temperament, you should be a very proud talent."
Bai Zhi bit his lip and said nothing.
Li Fuyao sighed.
He began to wonder why all the women he met along the way were the green locust tree before, the Ye Shengge later, and then the little girl Wen Yao, the sword embryo and white branch of the big Yujiang Lake, except for the royal chief. The rest are really women.
"You help me save Uncle Yang, you can do anything you want me to do!"
Bai Zhi said firmly.
Li Fuyao rubbed his cheeks, jokingly: "But what will you do?"
He didn't quite believe that this girl could do anything besides practicing sword.
Sure enough, as soon as Li Fuyao asked this sentence, the girl was speechless, unable to say anything.
Li Fuyao took a sip of his own drink, "You said that you are not happy at all. On your side, you are thinking of overthrowing the opponent and becoming the number one kendo school. If you succeed, you must be killed here to prevent this from happening. In fact, if you ask the Sword Sect if you can’t get out of your sword embryo, do you have to settle for peace? Is it to be honest? Live as you should, and don’t think about the ones that don’t?"
Bai Zhi shook his head, "Master said, whether there is me or not, the gaze of Jianzong has always been on becoming the first school of kendo anyway."
Li Fuyao was startled, and then laughed at himself: "But you are arguing, it's not really unreasonable. You guys who practice swords are compared with a group of swordsmen on our side, after all. We are more angry. What else can you fight for status? We can't fight for anything over there. After all, who is it to fight with? There is nowhere to fight."
Shirachi is unknown, so there is no answer.
Li Fuyao looked at the girl and said softly, "I have an elder, who is from this river and lake. He did a lot of vigorous things when he was on this river and lake. I don't know if it was the one he stood in the beginning. The location is high enough, so I have never seen these pickled things. The scenery I saw is the kind of excellent. Everyone under the world is looking at it, and no one dares to do something unreasonable in front of him. Thing."
Bai Zhi's eyes widened, and he obviously didn't quite believe it. Has there ever been such a person in the rivers and lakes within a hundred years? Even if there is one, he must be the first person to do such things?
But even the current Luo Wushuang, the Wufu who is known as the invincible arena and half-soldier can't do it.
Perhaps knowing what Bai Zhi was thinking, Li Fuyao smiled, "My elder is a swordsman."
This time Bai Zhi had more questions in his mind.
Has there ever been such a swordsman in this big Yu Jianghu that is invincible in the world?
Li Fuyao simply put it more bluntly, "My elder is called Liu Yibai!"
Oh, Liu Yibai.
Bai Zhi was startled, Liu Yibai? !
She asked in a low voice, "Is that Mr. Liu who is invincible in the world?"
Li Fuyao smiled, "I don't know what you call him, but he did come out of this river and lake. When he was free, he was always quite satisfied when he talked about this river and lake. I have never expressed my disappointment to this river and lake. But when I look at it this way, how come I feel unpleasant at all?"
Bai Zhi said in a low voice, "Maybe you didn't look carefully."
Li Fuyao twitched the corner of his mouth.
Bai Zhi asked cautiously, "Can you save Uncle Yang?"
Li Fuyao said with a serious face: "The reason why this river and lake is unpleasant I want to do it is not for your Uncle Yang, nor for Liu Shishu, but I feel that this river and lake should not be like this."
Bai Zhi was absent for a long time.
It wasn't until Li Fuyao's next sentence that her thoughts were pulled back, "If you just leave like this and don't come back, I won't deal with your Uncle Yang's ending. According to your statement, it is the world. Well, since you didn't abandon your Uncle Yang in order to escape, it should be the only pleasing place in this world."
There was light in the white branch's eyes, and he looked radiant.
Li Fuyao removed the sword box behind him, stuffed the two pots of wine in his hand into Bai Zhi's hand, and exhorted: "Remember to tell Yang Qinglong, I will invite him to drink later."
Bai Zhi nodded heavily.
Li Fuyao opened the sword case and said with emotion: "This sword case is still made by Mr. Liu. Who knows when he speaks it out, Liu Yibai, who is famous in the world, turned out to be a carpenter before practicing sword."
Bai Zhi was stunned, did not answer, just looked at the two swords exposed in Li Fuyao's sword box.
One sword is snow white all over, and the scabbard hilt is snow white. Obviously the sword body should also be snow white. The other sword is under a green bamboo scabbard, which is not very gorgeous.
Li Fuyao picked up the blue silk and hung it around his waist, then closed the sword case, pushed down beside Bai Zhi, and said calmly: "If I run away with my sword case, I will throw you into the river when I come back later. ."
Bai Zhi was speechless, thinking about rolling his eyes, but in the end he didn't dare to do this kind of action.
Li Fuyao seemed to see something through, "Don't hide and tuck, I'm not that stingy person."
Then Bai Zhi stuck out his tongue.
Li Fuyao ignored him and jumped off the bow.
Riding the river to the ferry boat over there.
The kendo master Wang Bai felt a little bit, standing on the bow of the boat, his eyes hot, even worse than before.
The youth in the green shirt in front of him was much stronger than the old Jianzhu.
Wang Bai asked loudly: "Someone from the mountain?"
Li Fuyao nodded against the hilt, "If Mr. Wang turns and leaves at this moment, nothing will happen."
Wang Bai laughed loudly, "In contrast, this little thing about Jianzong is not worthy of Wang Bai's heart. Since I saw visitors from the mountain today, I wanted to try how far it was."
Li Fuyao said calmly: "The result must have been hurtful."
Wang Bai smiled casually: "The words of the son are more hurt than the sword afterwards."
Li Fuyao smiled, "If that's the case, then I will show you a sword."
Wang Bai looked solemn and solemnly saluted, "Please!"
Standing on the surface of the river, Li Fuyao slowly unsheathed a sword from his waist.
Around several feet, the sword energy surged.
Da Jiang began to roll.
Wang Bai tried his best to stand still on the bow, looking at this unsheathed sword, his face was full of hope.
Li Fuyao took a sword out of its sheath, and the river rolled, and the section of the river that had reached Wang Bai's ship before him began to slowly separate on both sides.
Such a sight shocked many people on board.
It’s not that Wangbai’s swordsmanship is the number one in this great Yujianghu. No one else in the world can compete with this swordsman in kendo, but even so, no one has seen this sword make a great river before it is released. They are all separated.
But what is the origin of the boy in the blue shirt now? It doesn’t matter if you stand on the surface of the river watching the battle. Everyone considers you to be a good performer, but now you have a sword hanging around your waist, threatening to draw a sword, and you have created such a scene before it. Really has a sword, is it possible to really kill Wang Bai who has a swordsmanship as high as the sky?
In fact, no one of the martial arts who watched the battle had the real feelings of Wang Bai. They were both practicing swordsmanship, and they were also the leaders in the big Yu rivers and lakes. That is to say, he can feel the realm of Li Fuyao's accumulated momentum before this sword. Just because of the accumulation of momentum, it is something that they will not be able to practice in a lifetime of martial arts warriors. If the person in front of him is not a swordsman on the mountain, Wang Bai would dare to hang himself here in front of these many people.
But even the swordsmen on the mountain, the gap is too big.
Wang Baiping felt cowardly.
The hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
Thinking about him, Wang Bai has swept the rivers and lakes for so many years, when has there been such a time, holding a sword to greet him, he was afraid before fighting.
Don't say others can't believe it when it spreads out, even Wang Bai would not believe it.
But this is the case.
Li Fuyao's sword was finally completely unsheathed, and the sword aura was agitated and overwhelming. Although this second-level swordsman had a low realm, such a sword was really bluffing.
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly, "This is really bullying."
Wang Bai greeted him with a sword.
After the sword was handed out, it directly tore Wang Bai's ferry into two halves, while Wang Bai was knocked into the air and fell heavily on the river.
Li Fuyao didn't kill him because it was unnecessary.
Swordsmen on the mountain shouldn’t have mixed up with these arena matters, but today’s incident is just too coincidental. If neither side uses swords, and there is no such first person in Dayu Jianghu kendo, Li Fuyao is not even Will go to join in the fun.
Li Fuyao fell back to the bow and put the Qingsi back into the sword box.
Then he put the sword box on his back again, took a pot of wine and threw it to Yang Qinglong who had already left the battlefield in the distance.
He took another pot of wine and took a sip.
Bai Zhi looked depressed.
Li Fuyao looked at her and said something more hurtful, "On our side, the word "jian embryo" is really powerful. Anyway, it must be better than me."
At this moment, Bai Zhi's desire to die was all over.
Li Fuyao walked a few steps, came to Yang Qinglong's side, and smiled: "You asked me to drink a pot of wine before, and now you are paying it back. The two owe nothing."
Yang Qinglong was covered in blood and nodded with a smile, "It's so good."
Li Fuyao leaned on the railing, "In fact, the sword was really not for you, nor for Uncle Liu. He just felt that the rivers and lakes in his mouth were different from what I saw, and he was unhappy, so I hope you don’t become it in the future. The kind of person I don’t like, or I would regret it.

Yang Qinglong smiled and shook his head, "Who is right."
Li Fuyao frowned and cursed: "It's really not pleasing at all."
Yang Qinglong laughed.
But Bai Zhi in the distance was looking at the boy in the green shirt, showing a smile, very pretty.