Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 39
As the most shining male among the descendants of the Cui family, Cui Qian'an's limelight was all taken away by a scholar with a foreign surname.

This scholar with a foreign surname is obviously just a mortal, but he can live in the beautiful little aunt's house, hang around in front of Qiu Zhuo's cousin every day, start classes together, and leave school together...

What's more, this scholar humiliated him in the morning!
Who can bear this kind of thing?
Cui Qian'an is 33 years old this year, 12 years older than Chen Yanjun.

His cultivation base is a rank-[-] martial artist, and he majors in swords. He can also be called a rank-[-] swordsman, and is four ranks higher than Chen Yanjun.

Such him, under the watchful eyes of everyone, restrained his momentum, called Chen Yanjun a little uncle, and asked him for advice on swordsmanship.

He kept his posture very low, not out of humility, but deliberately set Chen Yanjun up in front of the fire.

In the huge front garden, except for Cui Qian'an's family, almost everyone was sweating for Chen Yanjun.

Mr. Chen didn't pursue poetics, and he took risks to save people regardless of past suspicions. It's really outrageous for such a noble person to be treated like this by Cui Qian'an.

Even Mrs. Cui shouted sharply:

"Nonsense, you are an imposing sixth-grade swordsman, even if you have sealed your spiritual veins, your physique is not comparable to that of a mortal, Mr. Chen. Isn't this clearly a bully?"

After finishing speaking, the old lady returned to the main hall with the support of Steward Feng.

Chen Yanjun could tell that the old lady wanted him to marry You Rong.

Otherwise, with his charm, even if Qiu Zhuo doesn't like men, he will straighten him sooner or later.

Qiu Zhuo is now a card of the Cui family, and even heard that even the crown prince is interested in her.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, if he could become Qiu Zhuo's father earlier, he would have blocked this possibility in advance.

After the old lady returned to the hall, Cui Wanjun also waved to everyone and said:
"There is wind in the front garden, let's go back to the main hall and talk."

The crowd followed and returned to the main hall.

Chen Yanjun, You Rong, Qing Chuan and Qiu Zhuo walked behind the crowd and finally entered the main hall.

He looked up at Tang Liang again.

This time, because Master Jianzheng had restrained his coercion, he did not see the faint shadow of the mountain anymore.

"Great-grandmother, you are biased when you say that."

Cui Qianan continued to target Chen Yanjun relying on himself as the arrogance of the family.

"My aunt's appearance is comparable to that of Chang'an. If the little uncle can't even pass the test of the nephew, how can he pass the test of the aunt?"

My aunt called my aunt, but my uncle used the common name, little uncle, which was a bit of a joke on this occasion.

However, Chen Yanjun felt that there was some truth in what he said.

When cultivators practice dual cultivation, the emotion is so deep that it is difficult to control the retraction and release of aura, and there are many people who hurt others.

That's why he was the first to practice body art among the seven meridians!
Mrs. Cui didn't say anything more.

Cui Wanjun was also silent.

Everyone stared at Chen Yanjun with pity and expectation.

Chen Yanjun is very calm, giving people a certainty that the soldiers are approaching the city and not moving like a mountain.

Instead, he pointed to Cui Qianan's saber and asked:

"What grade is your sword?"

Cui Qian'an smiled lightly and said:

"Although my Qingming Sword is a mysterious-rank spiritual sword, it can only release the sword energy when it is possessed, and can improve the sharpness of the sword, or help the movement."

"Once I seal my own spiritual veins, the Qingming Sword is only sharper and tougher than ordinary swords."

Mysterious grade spirit sword!

Chen Yanjun couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, quietly took out his iron sword, and said calmly:
"I have heard that the sword of the loser should not be kept. Swordsmen must always maintain a winning attitude. If they lose to others in a sword competition, they will usually choose to change swords."

"Since that's the case, Mr. Chen suggested that whoever loses the sword competition between you and me should give the sword to the other party, how about that?"

"It can be regarded as a commemoration, how about enhancing the relationship with the elders?"

When Cui Qian'an heard this, his face suddenly darkened.

His Qing Ming Sword is a mysterious sword worth ten thousand Lingyu.

And Chen Yanjun's saber is just an iron sword used by mortals, no different from an ornament.

Isn't this clearly deceiving people?
Fortunately, Cui Qian'an felt that even if the opponent succeeded in washing his marrow, even if he had forged his body and entered the state of transformation, even if his spiritual veins were completely sealed, with the strength and speed of a mortal, it was impossible for him to be an opponent of a sixth-grade swordsman!

"It doesn't matter, it's not a famous sword. My young uncle will take it if he has the ability, but if he doesn't, he will throw away the iron sword. Let my aunt wear a good sword for you."

Chen Yanjun suddenly felt that he had infinite power.

I also have to admire Cui Qian'an for not swearing at people.

This battle must be won!
……

The sword competition rules set by Mr. Jianzheng are very simple.

In the center of the main hall, a two-foot-wide square sword competition field was drawn.

For the sake of fairness, Lord Jianzheng personally sealed the flow of spiritual veins in this area.

Just as the seal was tied, Chen Yanjun suddenly raised his head.

Seeing the faint mountain shadow again...

In sword competition, there are three situations that can determine the winner or loser:
First, one party admits defeat and is sentenced to lose.

Second, if any part of the body of one side exceeds the sideline, the game will be judged as a loss.

Third, if any part of a party's body is stabbed or hit by the opponent's sword, the penalty will be lost.

Just hit it, no need to break the defense... Chen Yanjun realized that the rules are still in his favor.

This means that if his physical skills are in place, Cui Qian'an's strength advantage will be completely resolved.

It seems that Master Jianzheng is also on his side.

Maybe he wanted to see his true strength, but he also hoped that he could get along well with You Rong.

The crowd retreated, the old lady sat upright in the high hall, Cui Jian stood beside her with his hands behind his back.

Everyone was silent.

Chen Yanjun and Cui Qian'an stood at opposite corners of the venue.

Let's fight swords, let's start!
Chen Yanjun moved, and wanted to occupy the middle position, but Cui Qian'an seemed to be faster, reaching the position one step ahead of him.

But what was even more surprising was Cui Qian'an.

A mortal is only one step behind him!
Cui Qianan frowned.

Even if the opponent succeeds in washing the marrow and he seals the spiritual vein, this is too exaggerated!
No wonder my sister-in-law in the morning...Chen Yanjun was not afraid of his coercion, and forced him to call out the words "little uncle".

However, what shocked Cui Qian'an even more was that Chen Yanjun clearly occupied the favorable position in the middle first, but Chen Yanjun did not slow down at all, and stabbed him with a sword.

brush--

Although he was surprised, he had already stood still, and he only needed to slap Chen Yanjun's right shoulder with his side sword.

As soon as he slapped the sword sideways, Chen Yanjun suddenly stopped in the air!

With a body like a swimming dragon, he turned around and walked around the sword, and came to Cui Qian'an's side in the blink of an eye.

Cui Qian'an was shocked, and was forced to get out of the way, leaving the middle position.

This movement is too ghostly!
Not only Cui Qian'an was shocked, even Lord Jianzheng was also surprised.

A tall and majestic figure gradually walked out of the crowd and came to the edge of the sword platform.

It was Grandpa Cui Qian'an, Cui Xuanyue who once disappeared in the crowd, General Cui!
He frowned and stared at Chen Yanjun, for the first time he was interested in mortal physical skills.

The biggest advantage of the middle position is that it can defend and counterattack, and respond to all changes with the same.

However, Chen Yanjun didn't care about the terrain at all, as soon as his feet hit the ground, he didn't stop, and chased after Cui Qianan who was retreating with his sword!
Once again, Cui Qian'an counterattacked with a side sword in the same way, but at a faster speed, in order to see Chen Yanjun's movement clearly.

He was stunned suddenly, Chen Yanjun seemed to be able to predict the path of his sword, he was able to turn sideways ahead of time, rubbing the tip of the sword an inch away!

Cui Qian'an was forced to retreat hastily again.

Then, a very strange thing happened on the field——

The slow ones chase after the fast ones!
In addition, because the swords of the two have not touched once so far.

As a result, Cui Qian'an's strength advantage could not be brought into play.

He got it.

Cui Wanjun, Cui Xuanyue, Cui Qianan, grandpa, son, great-grandson, three generations all understood!
"You really have entered the third stage of Qi Cultivation. Unexpectedly, I, Cui Qian'an, will compete with the current Han Ping!"

Saying this, Cui Qian'an's blood boiled suddenly.

He himself was shocked, actually fighting a mortal to such a level.

"So I can't blame you for losing."

Chen Yanjun said so.

He prepared Cui Qian'an the steps to go down in advance.

Then continue to chase Cui Qian'an.

Seeing that he was approaching the sideline, Cui Qian'an turned over and passed over Chen Yanjun's head, his feet were tied heavily, and he used a high-level sword skill——

"Brahma Rain Flower Sword!"

This sword routine is exquisite, the sword is graceful, and the place where the sword tip is swayed is like falling rain.

Chen Yanjun turned around.

Heart Road: The opportunity finally came!
In his opinion, he has been exercising and practicing martial arts with the strength of mortals, and now he can give full play to it.

Cui Qian'an, on the other hand, does not usually seal his spiritual veins to practice swordsmanship. All the swordsmanship he practices are the routines of the swordsmanship with spirits. Once he loses the support of spiritual power, the routines will become a burden instead.

If Cui Qian'an has been patient and entangled himself with strength and speed, he will undoubtedly lose this battle.

The problem is that no one would have thought that his speed is only a little slower than Cui Qian'an, but his exquisite body skills, free and easy sword moves, and the premonition that he is always one step ahead... all far exceed Cui Qian'an's realm.

Unless Cui Qian'an is a saint, it is impossible for him to have no psychological fluctuations.

In the blink of an eye, he will definitely hand over his fate to the sword move that he is usually best at.

This is Chen Yanjun's chance to win!

As soon as Chen Yanjun changed his previous tactics, he suddenly rushed over unreasonably brandishing Wang Bajian!
His speed has not increased.

But Wang Bajian, who seems to be waving randomly, is too powerful, like a torrential river flowing continuously.

Charged all the way to the past, there was no sword move at all.

Of course, the flurry of bastard swords is just an appearance.

The deep level is Chen Yanjun's superb control over his body skills and the point of his sword point!

At first glance, Chen Yanjun seemed to be suppressing Yuhua Jianying with a majestic torrential rain.

In fact, it was Chen Yanjun who predicted each of Yuhua Jianying's landing points in advance.

In one fell swoop, an overwhelming momentum was formed!
Cui Qian'an was dumbfounded.

Is this really the speed and stamina of a mortal?

In desperation, the sword move lost an inch, and he almost instinctively activated the spirit vein.

A trance!
Chen Yanjun slanted his sword, passed through Yuhua, and the tip of the sword touched Cui Qianan's chest.

At the same time, Cui Qian'an's sword tip also slashed across the top of Chen Yanjun's head, and the wind from the sword blew away Chen Yanjun's hair bun an inch away.

The dust settles!

The audience was dumbfounded.

A head of black silk hangs down, and the flowing long hair covers the profile of a fairy.

The other half of his handsome face made those Cui family girls and female relatives completely unable to take their eyes off...

Elegant, he is... so elegant!
In stark contrast to his brutal swordsmanship.

The women even felt that the rough sword move just now became gentle.

Like a majestic drizzle, it soothes their souls.

(End of this chapter)