I Just Want To Farm

Jiang Muchen gave a thumbs up, "Sure enough, I can't hide from Brother Yu's insightful eyes. Back then, senior Guan had a strong reputation in martial arts, and he created his own "Kongshan Palm" and "Guanshan Eighteen Knives". At present, it is also self-admired... After all, there is no one in the Jianghu who does not want to pass on his unique knowledge. If the blood descendant fails to learn it, he must find another apprentice to inherit it. Therefore, the Guan family mutton shop is open. After all, those two sword techniques must be practiced by someone."

So these individuals come to eat meat and drink soup on the surface, but they are actually here to get acquainted, right?

"That's not right. Since no one in the Guan family inherits martial arts, after the old man's death, wouldn't it be enough to kill someone to steal his skills? Unless there is someone to protect him."

Jiang Muchen nodded, "I have someone to protect me, Qinghuang Mountain."

Qin Yu knew that Qinghuang Mountain was not started by Qin Lin. It was originally the hometown of martial arts. It was passed down hundreds of years ago. No one would dare to do anything to protect future generations, and Qin Lin of the current generation has always been good at putting on a show, so Guan's family has always been safe, and the business of the store has always been excellent.

Her finger flicked her cheek twice, and what she touched was not her own skin, but the mask, but Qin Yu didn't care, she was just thinking, and her eyes drifted to the shop.

Jiaojiao was sensitive, and she asked her while eating mutton, "Do you want to do it, your brain is much easier to use than theirs, you can learn this kind of martial arts in minutes."

"Zhou Shan Sword" is easy to use, but it's too many skills to overwhelm you.

And more contact with martial arts is good for Qin Yu's in-depth understanding of the world of martial arts.

Qin Yu naturally has a heart, but it's not very strong, "So, you also have a heart?" She asked Jiang Muchen.

The latter was also calm, "Of course, but my talent is not outstanding in the martial arts. If it were Yuyanzhi, people like He Jing might catch the eye."

He came here to try his luck when he was sixteen, and then he knew it when he was older, not to mention. ． ． He glanced at Qin Yu. There are not many such hidden people in the martial arts world. He really can't be arrogant.

"He Jing? That sounds familiar." Seeing Jiaojiao eating happily, Qin Yu poured him a cup of tea to relieve his boredom. Of course, the fat man probably didn't feel bored either.

"He is the first genius of my Misty Sect, and he is also a senior brother."

After a pause, Jiang Muchen glanced at Qin Yu, a little embarrassed.

Qin Yu noticed it, drank tea, and said lightly: "Why, jealous like hatred?"

"Basically, if he meets you, Brother Yu, he will probably..."

"kill me?"

"..."

Qin Yu smiled, and after drinking the tea, he turned over the lid and put it on the table.

This action made Jiang Muchen's eyebrows twitch, but he didn't dare to say anything.

They didn't speak, and the people nearby didn't seem to speak either. Surprised, Jiang Muchen turned his head to look, and was taken aback for a moment.

somebody is coming.

No wonder they are so restless, it's not ordinary people who came here.

"It's Young Master Xiaoyao of Beishan Sword Sect, one of the three Tianhe sects, and Fairy Hongmulberry from East Rift Valley."

"So handsome!"

"What a nice view!"

Of course, this kind of cannon fodder lines would not come from Qin Yu and Jiang Muchen's mouths, but both of them agreed that these lines were not exaggerated.

This couple is really good.

Qin Yu knew that the martial arts world already had the most famous and powerful eight sects.

To sum up, it can be understood with the following description.

The first martial arts school: Misty Gate.

The second famous martial arts school: Yunyan Pavilion.

There are three sects in Tianhe: Bailong Mountain, Zongheng, and Beishan Sword School.

There are three factions in Dique: East Rift Valley, Taihuazong, and Lion Tiger Mountain.

The Bailong Mountain that I just met is among the three sects of Tianhe, because they are all in the coastal area, while the Taihua sect is in the inland area, so there is such a distinction.

Hu Yuanchuan, the son of Xiaoyao, is a rare young talent, and he is also the top among the disciples of the Beishan Sword Sect. Among the famous disciples of Jiang Muchen's school, his swordsmanship can be regarded as drawing a sword. At least Jiang Muchen's expression told Qin Yu that he was defeated. In the hands of this person several times.

As far as appearance is concerned, Hu Yuanchuan's appearance is average, a little worse than Qin Yu with a pretty face, at least he has the temperament of a famous family, while Qin Yu. ． ． A mask is just a mask, it will lose some flexibility, but it is not as good as Hu Yuanchuan's punching eyes in the eyes of outsiders.

But Hu Yuanchuan is not as conspicuous as Lin Sang, the red mulberry fairy. The latter is really gorgeous in red, with a gorgeous and strong temperament. He ordered food as soon as he sat down. He was also a little careless towards Hu Yuanchuan, but when he saw Jiang Muchen and Qin Yu, his eyes paused, his lips curled up, looking very disdainful.

Hu Yuanchuan obviously recognized Jiang Muchen, and said to Lin Sang, "He's from the Misty Sect, he came very quickly."

Lin Sang had always been arrogant, and looked down upon Jiang Muchen. He played with the red coral bracelet on Haobai's wrist, and said nonchalantly, "So what, it's not He Jing, are you afraid?"

Most of the leaders of their generation came to participate in the martial arts conference, and they were all opponents when they wanted to win a good ranking and spread their fame to the world.

Lin Sang looked down on Jiang Muchen, and similarly, Hu Yuanchuan looked down on him even more, so he smiled, "It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm surprised. I didn't expect that the disciple of the number one sect would be so self-willed and depraved, and join forces with a flower picker."

Hu Yuanchuan probably also knew what happened just now, not talking about breaking his mouth, he just arranged other people's gossip with a superior attitude, and also acted like I don't care about you very much but out of moral guidance.

Jiang Muchen's face was ugly, but he had some concerns, so he finally endured it.

Qin Yu didn't respond either, so he just lowered his head and drank his tea.

Jiaojiao was a little surprised: "Damn it, why don't you fight back, I can't help it!"

He couldn't get used to these local turtles' self-righteousness.

Can they dislike their own little fish? Damn, he's going to tie them up and throw them into a cauldron to stew!

"Forget it, his background is not small, that Young Master Xiaoyao is the most outstanding disciple of the Beishan Sword Sect, and there are many immortals who are watching over him, and this Lin Sang is probably not only the favored disciple of the East Rift Valley, but also the East Rift Valley The heir of the owner of the valley or an important person, how can I offend him."

Without the life of the heroine Mary Su, don't get ahead of things. Be Tao Yi's sentiments, not to mention her identity is shameful, and people are right to criticize her. It's just a matter of position.

Qin Yu twirled the teacup with his fingers, just about to swallow the breath. ． ．

Lin Sang suddenly said: "I heard that this person publicly said in Tiance Pavilion that he had washed his hands in the golden basin, do you believe it?"

Hu Yuanchuan chuckled, "I don't believe it, what about you, Miss Lin?"

Lin Sang probably hated people like flower pickers very much, so he sneered, "Dogs can't change eating shit, I don't believe it either."

Ah, can this be tolerated?