Flower Stealing Master

Since Xuan Cheng came out of the temple, he has encountered countless masters in the arena, but he is proficient in the cultivation of thirteen Shaolin masters.

Thinking of deflating in the hands of Song Qingshu over and over again, Xuan Cheng inevitably felt a slumped air in his chest. He often used Song Qingshu as an imaginary enemy in his leisure time. He naturally knew the characteristics of the opponent's martial arts.

Since the fall of the sword sage Feng Qingyang, in this world, few masters with swords can see him. Even Xuan Cheng felt a little dazzled by the opponent's sword just now, so naturally the first reaction was Song Qingshu.

Hearing Xuan Cheng's voice, everyone in the field suddenly looked different, Wu Yunzhu looked surprised, Zuo Lengchan and others looked solemn.

&[±[±[±, ⌒.≯⊥.≡p; aware that the body in her arms suddenly became stiff, Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Did the master say that it is the golden snake king with the rising reputation in the rivers and lakes recently?" "

His identity is sensitive and he naturally does not want to be exposed to the public, so he made up his mind not to admit it.

"Huh?" Xuan Cheng was only subconsciously guessing because of the opponent's swordsmanship. Seeing that there was no flaw in the opponent's tone, he was not sure for a while.

"I have long heard that the Golden Snake King swordsmanship has the power of God, I have always wanted to learn it, but unfortunately I have always been saved..." Song Qingshu sighed, his tone seemed to be full of regrets. I must have seen his swordsmanship?"

Song Qingshu boasted and didn't even blink his eyes, and he really dispelled everyone's doubts. After all, no one would be so shameless based on their experience in the arena, but it's a pity that Song Qingshu came from later generations and didn't take the rules in the arena seriously.

"I have seen it." Xuan Cheng replied with a dark face.

"How did my swordsmanship compare to the Golden Snake King?" Song Qingshu's face slowly showed a smile, but fortunately, it was blocked by the mask and no flaws were revealed.

"Although your swordsmanship just now has a bit of skill, it is far worse than the Golden Snake King." Xuan Chengweng replied in a voice. He played against Song Qingshu. Although he tried to stop each time, he knew very well in his heart. His martial arts are by no means under him. If you answer that this man’s swordsmanship is better than Song Qingshu, wouldn’t he even be compared to himself?

"With the master's cultivation base, since I can't match it, then it must be eight or nine to ten..." Song Qingshu pretended to be disappointed.

Xuan Cheng's face became hot when he heard it, and he chuckled, and said nothing. Instead, Ren Yingying couldn't help but comforted him: "Senior, don't want to belittle yourself, Song... I have also seen Qing Shu's swordsmanship, which is higher than you. Nowhere to go."

Song Qingshu didn't expect that Ren Yingying would comfort him. He couldn't help crying or laughing. He secretly made up his mind that he would never reveal his identity in front of her, otherwise the ghost knew how shame she would react.

Zuo Lengchan suddenly sneered and said, "Miss Ren really deserves to be born in the demon sect. My father just announced the marriage between you and Song Qingshu in the whole rivers and lakes. In the blink of an eye, you lay in the arms of another man and said bad things about your fiancé, hehe... "Although he didn't finish his words, everyone understood what he meant, and they looked at the two with ambiguous eyes.

Ren Yingying's face was cold: "The surname is Zuo, you are a great master, but your mouth is full of foul language."

"I'm just telling the truth, why, Miss Ren herself knows that these behaviors are filthy?" Zuo Lengchan smiled sarcastically, accidentally affected the injuries in the body, and couldn't help coughing.

"Noisy!" Perceiving Ren Yingying's body trembling slightly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being furious, and pierced left Lengchan with a sword. He grasped the timing of this move just right, just at the critical point of Zuoleng Zen's injury, so that a generation of Zuoleng Zentang masters could not hold up the slightest resistance at this moment.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce into Zuo Lengchan's forehead, a gray shadow flashed suddenly, and Xu Zhu had appeared beside him, using his hand as a knife, and suddenly slashed on the body of the Chengying sword.

There was a sound of gold and stone intersecting in the air. Xu Zhu had successfully guarded Zuo Lengchan behind him. He looked at Song Qingshu a few feet away and said: "The donor, your opponent is me." After speaking, he raised his hand knife and attacked him. Past.

Song Qingshu frowned, holding a person in his arms, and he really slowed down more than once during the action, and Xu Zhu successfully rescued Zuo Lengchan.

Perceiving the faint flow of true energy on the edge of the opponent's palm, Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless. He had seen the power of Xu Zhubei Ming's true energy knife cut his body at the Golden Snake Conference, which was no less than a real sword.

You came and I fought for more than ten rounds. There was no real contact between Xuzhu’s hand knife and Song Qingshu’s sword. The two sides often changed their moves as soon as they were halfway through. On the surface, it looks like a literary fight, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. , If any party reveals a flaw for a moment, it will surely cause the opposing party's long-standing thunder blow.

Zuo Lengchan on the side saw his eyes flashing, and he thought to himself: I have always come from the negative swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword Sect. I thought that there is only one Song Qingshu in this world. Who knows that an ordinary monk in Shaolin Temple also has it. Such accomplishments... the strength must be improved as soon as possible, and the plan to seize the Lin Family's evil swordsmanship seems to have to be advanced.

Perceiving that the internal force attached to the sword is constantly being transformed by Bei Mingzhen Qi in Xu Zhu's hand, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. He already understood the purpose of Xu Zhu. The reason why the opponent used such a large internal force was that Forcing the two sides to consume each other's internal strength, because he had to suppress the cold poison for Ren Yingying, and it would be extremely detrimental to him.

Fang Zheng sighed suddenly: "This benefactor, you have to heal Miss Ren at the same time. Your moves will inevitably have an impact. This battle has been invincible. If you can trust Lao Na, give Miss Ren to Lao Na. The cold poison in the body is suppressed by Lao Na."

Song Qingshu frowned and snorted coldly: "The reason why she was hurt before was because you dragged me down, but now it's time for cats to cry and mice to fake mercy?"

"Miss Ren's injury was just an accident," Fang Zheng shook his head, "not to mention who the person who injured her was, everyone in the field can see clearly."

Zuo Lengchan also took the opportunity to help his voice: "Who in the world doesn't know that Master Fang Zheng is compassionate. Your Excellency treats a gentleman with a villain. What idea did you think we didn't know?"

Song Qingshu just deflated Xu Zhu's offensive with a single sword, and was startled when he heard the words: "What can I make?"

Zuo Lengchan said with a smile: "This Miss Ren is a well-known beauty in the world, and she is very tall and defiant in her daily life. She is disdainful of men, and embraces her in her arms as openly as you are. There are not many opportunities, so why are you willing to let go?"

Ren Yingying's face turned red and white when she heard her, she couldn't help biting her lip and said, "Senior, you let me go."

Song Qingshu couldn't help frowning: "Miss Ren, don't you see what Fang Zheng's idea was for you?"

"Yingying of course knows that this old monk suppressed cold poison for me and took the opportunity to hold me as a hostage. It is true. But what they said also makes sense, not to mention that I already have a sweetheart, and it is always inconvenient to be held like this by other men. "Ren Yingying lowered her head, her face flushed slightly.

"Blessed God, the little girl is neither willing to let the old monk save, nor is she willing to let the young generation save, then I don't know if the little girl minds being saved by the old way." A soft and mellow laughter suddenly came from the woods in the distance.