Mythological Native Species

From the bottom of my heart, Tang Ci is a rejection.

But since Qin Changfeng is a senior brother from the same sect, it seems that it is not easy to refuse.

"Senior brother, this matter is not only about my face, but also about the reputation of our entire sect. We can lose or die, but we cannot retreat without fighting. If the junior brother is really unwilling, then senior brother, I will have to fight with wounds... "..." Before speaking, Feng Linxen began to cough wildly.

Tang Ci's face darkened. At this time, there was no way he could say anything about rejection, so he could only nod his head and said, "Since it's a matter of senior brother, then junior brother, I... naturally have an obligation."

Seeing Tang Ci agreed, Feng Linwen's face was full of guilt.

Regarding the character of Tang Ci, Feng Linxun was accurate.

He doesn't have so much love, love and ambition, but he is particularly willing to pay for the "person" he identifies with.

This is why, with the inner show of Tang Ci, people will use such clumsy lies to deceive the world into the city.

It wasn't that he couldn't sense that it was a scam, it was just that he simply wanted to believe who he wanted to believe.

The wind swept across the sky, cloudless.

Under the military monument at the gate of Tianxia City, the swordsman in Tsing Yi, wearing a bamboo hat, stood alone in the wind, his shadow seemed to follow the swaying long sails around, also shaking together.

Compared with the sharp-edgedness when he first entered Tianxia City, the current Yan martyrdom is nothing more than ordinary.

Only the scarf tied to the handle of the knife was still as white as before.

People have been waiting at the gate of the city for a long time, but the young hero who was astonishing for a while, as if to sweep the whole world city, did not come.

Although everyone knew that there was no verbal agreement between Qin Changfeng and Yan's martyrdom.

However, if Qin Changfeng really avoided the fight today, then he would immediately fall abruptly after stepping on the reputation established by Xie Qinghou and Su Xiu.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"It can't be fear!"

The chatter around was buzzing.

"I heard that the inn where Qin Changfeng stayed last night has been burnt to a piece of white ground. I'm afraid he won't be able to come today." A Jianghu guest whispered.

"What? Who did it?" Surprised all around.

And then there were bursts of knowing sneer.

There's never been a shortage of markets for conspiracy theories, not to mention... it's not fake news.

Yan Sugui just stood there, silent and unresponsive.

However, a disciple of Wuzong stood up and said loudly: "Qin Changfeng is a despicable villain, using shameless means, he was lucky enough to win the second son and the fourth son by half a stroke, and now the eldest son is invited to fight, he does not dare to come, it can be seen that It really is a cowardly rat, and I am afraid that the reputation of the rivers and lakes is also rumored."

Another disciple of Wuzong followed: "Senior brother is serious, this person can win the two young masters by chance, but he is also a talent. But now that he knows that he is going to fight our eldest son, after all, he is showing his cowardice. If he doesn't come. , but it is justified. If it comes, not only will it be a shame to lose, but if you are not careful, your life will not be saved, wouldn’t it be a big loss?”

Many Wuzong disciples around followed suit, but it was lively.

Most of the onlookers belonged to the kind who thought they were very smart.

After a few words, he was led to think again, and he scolded Qin Changfeng for his cowardice and despicableness.

On the other hand, Qin Changfeng's brainless fans...mostly women, actually stood up and started arguing with those watching the fun.

The congested city gate is a bit more lively and noisy than the vegetable market for a while.

"That... I'm here for Senior Brother Qin." A voice that wasn't too loud seemed inconspicuous amid the noise.

No one even seemed to hear it.

"Quiet!" The sound of Yan Su's return was like the blade of a blade, and it swept sharply around. The originally noisy human voice suddenly became quiet because of this sound.

Yan Shu's gaze shifted along the voice he heard before, and quickly fell on Tang Ci's body.

Tang Ci, dressed in a plain gray robe, with a simple iron sword in his hand, slowly walked out of the crowd, and then clasped his fist at Yan Sugui: "Eldest son! In the next Tang Ci, Qin Chang Feng's fellow junior brother. Brother Qin was attacked by someone last night and was seriously injured. He can't come to fight today, so what about the next round?"

Before Yan Sugui had not replied, a disciple of Wuzong who had deliberately stirred up the commotion before said: "I don't dare to come to fight, I dare not come to fight, so I pretended to be seriously injured, but sent an unknown junior to come to die."

"Boy! You don't pee and look at yourself, are you qualified to take the eldest son's knife?"

As soon as it started, there were many people around.

Even the girls who were originally Qin Changfeng's brain-dead fans had many complaints.

What they want to see is Qin Changfeng, who is handsome and handsome, with the same talent in martial arts and literature, not an unassuming little swordsman.

Tang Ci's expression never changed, but Yan Shugui suddenly took off the hat on his head and looked at Tang Ci seriously.

He could feel that there was a very strange feeling that was spreading from Tang Ci, which made him pay attention unconsciously.

"It turns out that this world only allows the three young city masters of Tianxia City to fight with my brother Qin, but not let me, a junior brother from the same sect, fight on his behalf and deal with a game?" The extreme meaning falls in the ears of many people, but some are particularly harsh.

Yan Shugui's eyes were like knives, and ruthlessly swept over the few Wuzong disciples who were still guiding public opinion.

"Don't shut up, shame on you, get out of here!" The cold, knife-like voice came out, and those disciples were all terrified~www.wuxiaspot.com~ did not dare to say any more.

Yan Shugui turned his eyes and said 'please' to Tang Ci.

Obviously, he holds his own identity and wants to let Tang Ci make a move first.

Tang Ci didn't refuse, and still slowly pulled out his long sword from the scabbard.

After thinking for a while, he gestured for nothing, and then stabbed a sword crookedly.

The sword came slowly, trembling, and seemed to stab crookedly.

Even a martial artist who has been practicing the crop handle for a few days will be able to use the sword better than him.

There were bursts of laughter all around.

But Yan Su's eyes suddenly froze, and the eyeballs didn't move. The hand holding the handle of the sword, for some reason...however, couldn't draw the sword from the scabbard.

Feng Linwan once explained to Tang Ci that with a sword, the key is to be fast and accurate.

Use the fastest and shortest distance to penetrate the most vital part of the enemy.

But at this moment, Tang Ci had clearly lost all these three tactics.

Neither fast, nor ruthless, and even less accurate.

However, it has a shadow that covers all swords, even if it is a little immature, it already has a peerless edge.

Others don't know, but facing this sword, Yan died, and felt that this sword was inexplicable, as if it was a joke.

I also felt that this sword was extremely difficult to handle.

Even at this moment, he forgot how to use the knife.

Snapped!

The long knife slashed out with the scabbard.

Others saw that this was Yan Shugui who didn't even bother to use a knife, and looked down on Tang Ci, his opponent.

Only Yan Sugui himself understood that he was suddenly linked and forgot how to use a knife, so he had to use this method of turning a knife into an axe to forcefully split the embarrassing situation in front of him.

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