Fu Shifeng

Chapter 307 Yanfeng Sword Club

Cheng Sanwu looked at Yang Wujiu's pretentiousness and thought that this guy obviously didn't understand him at all. In the past, Cheng Sanwu was guaranteed to fall out on the spot, but he wanted Yang Wujiu to make a fool of himself on the spot.

To put it bluntly, Yang Wujiu still regarded Cheng Sanwu as an official who came to extort bribes, and felt that showing off his kindness in front of others did not hinder private discussions alone.

But now Cheng Sanwu just thinks that these things are too boring and is too lazy to bother arguing with him, so he said: "I see, it seems that I misunderstood, Palace Master Yang does not need to be polite."

When Yang Wujiu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He concluded that the Zhaoyang Lord in front of him was just the same as before. He was just trying to catch his own small mistakes and wanted to take advantage of it. He had seen too many people like this. .

The only thing that made Yang Wujiu wary was that he knew that Cheng Sanwu was an extraordinary person, and even Master Wu had to deal with him with caution. Yang Wujiu then made up his mind to comply with the other party, as long as he found an opportunity to lure him to Hengshan. As for how many gifts he had to give, the Lord of Zhurong Palace would not care.

"Yang is deeply ashamed to be forgiven by Lord Zhaoyang!" Yang Wujiu showed that he has done enough work and turned around to bow to all the guests: "As witnessed by all distinguished friends and sages, Yang will be strict with his disciples from now on. Discipline, once you learn of any illegal or evil deeds, you will be severely punished in accordance with the laws of the country!"

These words were so convincing that outsiders who didn't know much about Yang Wu Jiu would probably be deceived by his show of determination.

However, the guests present were either colluding with the Zhu Rong Mansion and secretly colluding, or they had been suppressed by the Zhu Rong Mansion for a long time and did not dare to speak out. They had long been accustomed to Yang Wujiu's remarks in this kind of situation.

Many people were also secretly disappointed. It seemed that Lord Zhaoyang was not coming to punish Zhu Rong Mansion and bring down Yang Wu Jiu as they expected.

As for Qin Wangshu, who was standing behind Cheng Sanwu, he stared coldly at Yang Wujiu's back and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Seeing how hypocritical he was, the fire of hatred in his chest became even more intense.

"Don't worry, just play with him."

Qin Wangshu suddenly heard Cheng Sanwu talking in his ears, but he didn't open his mouth. He thought it was the innate master's ability to transmit sounds into secrets.

The misunderstanding was resolved, the dance music that had been suspended returned to the stage, and Yang Wujiu ordered others to send a batch of gifts. In addition to exquisitely crafted gold and silver utensils, there were also coral branches from the South China Sea, and feather cloaks from exotic birds. , spices worth thousands of gold, a dazzling array, which made the guests present look surprised and greedy.

"I appreciate Palace Master Yang's kindness." Cheng Sanwu didn't seem satisfied. He tilted his face and said in a calm tone: "But I am a martial arts practitioner. Although these things are valuable, they are of little use to me. .”

Of course Yang Wujiu knew it, he pretended to suddenly realize it, raised his hand to hit his forehead and said: "Oh, it was Yang who was negligent! A hero like Zhaoyang Jun should be gifted with a magic weapon and a sharp blade! Just in time, Zhu Rong's mansion I have also collected several precious swords and swords, and Yang would like to ask Lord Zhaoyang to come and taste them."

"Then let's go and have a look." Cheng Sanwu thought. Although at his current state, he could activate the invisible divine blade even while standing still, but with his empty hands and no knife in his hand, he always felt that something was missing.

Leaving all the guests in the hall looking at each other in confusion, Yang Wujiu led Cheng Sanwu and others to the rear courtyard. He had obviously made preparations for a long time. Various weapon display cabinets and shelves, including swords and bows, were all made by skilled craftsmen.

"I wonder what kind of weapons Zhaoyang Jun is accustomed to using?" Yang Wujiu asked with a smile.

"Why should Palace Master Yang ask questions knowingly?" Cheng Sanwu said bluntly: "What I have learned is exactly the Yanfeng Sword Technique, and I am somewhat of the same sect as Palace Master Yang."

Yang Wujiu had long known about this from Zhao Pi, and he was not very surprised that the master of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was proficient in the Yanfeng Sword Technique.

"Ashamed, Yang studied under martial arts masters when he was young. He only learned a few rudimentary sword skills, which are not authentic sword skills. How can he be compared with Lord Zhaoyang?" Yang Wujiu waved his hand repeatedly, and then presented a horizontal sword with a shark skin sheath. Go ahead and ask Cheng Sanwu to take a look.

Daxia Longque's ring-headed horizontal sword system has long been popular all over the world, but there may be slight changes in different places.

For example, the current one is slightly longer than the one held by Cheng Sanwu before. The handle is easier to hold with both hands, and the tip of the blade is thinner and sharper to facilitate thrusting and cutting.

"This...sword hidden in the sword? Interesting." Although Cheng Sanwu didn't know how to cast, once he got hold of the Hengdao, he could immediately sense the forger's care.

Yang Wu Jiu quickly agreed: "Jun Zhaoyang has good eyesight! This sword was made by everyone in Jingchu. The local martial arts people prefer long sword fighting. Even if they make a horizontal sword, it will inevitably be mixed with the style of a long sword."

Cheng Sanwu stroked the blade lightly, folded his fingers and flicked it, and a crisp sound came out: "The materials used are good, but unfortunately, I don't know how to sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, cracks suddenly appeared where he just flicked his fingers, and the horizontal knife was broken into two pieces.

Yang Wujiu was shocked when he saw this, not because he could also break steel with a snap of his fingers, but because Cheng Sanwu's move seemed malicious, which made him uneasy.

"The mixture of swords and swords will naturally not be able to penetrate Lord Zhaoyang's eyes." Yang Wujiu's face was not angry, and then he held up a horizontal sword with a red lacquered wooden scabbard and a gold ring.

Cheng Sanwu reached out to take it and found that it was quite heavy. He took out the sword and found that the blade had a faint black light, which was not like ordinary steel.

"This sword is made of black gold." Yang Wujiu introduced: "It is said that this black gold was produced three thousand feet underground. It has been tempered by the earth's fire for thousands of years. It can only appear in the world when the earth shakes the mountains. It is heavier than ordinary steel. Moreover, This knife does not need to be carefully maintained. Cutting hard objects will not damage the blade, but will make it sharper.”

"Oh?" Cheng Sanwu tried swinging it a few times, nodded and said: "Yes, this sword is quite suitable for Yanfeng Sword Technique."

"Thanks to Mr. Zhaoyang for his favor." Yang Wujiu said simply: "Giving a sword to a hero can be regarded as a good home."

Cheng Sanwu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Palace Master Yang is also proficient in Yanfeng Sword Technique, why not use this sword for his own use?"

Yang Wu Jiu apologized and said with a smile, "Yang is a nostalgic person. He has carried the sword with him for many years and has long been accustomed to it. Since it is not damaged, there is no need to replace it."

Cheng Sanwu stroked the blade lightly, pondered for a moment, and then without any warning, he raised the knife to Yang Wujiu's neck. His movements were as fast as lightning, and the lift was light. The condensed flame energy was transmitted from the cold blade to Yang Wujiu's throat, making him instantly The hair on his hair stood on end, and his whole body moved back more than a foot.

"Jun Zhaoyang, this is not a joke." No matter how respectful and polite Yang Wujiu may appear on the surface, in his heart he is a warrior who fights with swords and swords, and he cannot bear the threats of others with their sharp edges.

"Master Yang, don't be nervous." Cheng Sanwu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "You and I have been practicing the Yanfeng Sword Technique for a long time, and we all know that if you want to improve in this sword technique, you can only get a chance in a fight. It's rare these days. When we meet, we should have a good fight."

Yang Wujiu could really feel the anger burning in his chest, and the Yanfeng Kung Fu was ready to move, almost completely burning away the little bit of politeness he had.

But he still had some sense left, and managed to smile: "Jun Zhaoyang is a guest from afar, how can there be a sword-to-edge relationship between host and guest? If this gets out, everyone in the world will laugh at me. Zhu Rong Mansion is rude to guests. ."

"Are you afraid of losing to me and getting a bad reputation?" Cheng Sanwu shook his head: "I don't know about other places. I have been living in Jiangnan for a while, and I heard that martial arts people there come to challenge. In order to save the face of both parties, they usually Let's compete behind closed doors, no matter whether we win or lose afterwards. If you are afraid, we can find a place to compete alone."

"Six Dynasties Fengliu Land is really unique." Yang Wujiu wanted to refuse, but since he has been practicing the Yanfeng Sword Technique, he has never flinched from an enemy. He uses the enemy to sharpen his edge. This is the purpose of the Yanfeng Sword Technique. Although Yang Wujiu has not yet reached the innate realm, it does not mean that he does not want to. Although Wu Zhenren said that his chances in this life were slim, if Yang Wujiu could really take the next step, he would not miss this great opportunity.

When Cheng Sanwu saw Yang Wujiu fell into silence, he opened his mouth and asked provocatively: "Are you afraid? Or is it that your sword is the same as your little brother's?"

"you--"

Yang Wujiu gritted his teeth angrily, spitting out a few wisps of sparks from his mouth and nose. The scorching wind surged around his body, and the closed doors and windows of the house were all knocked open, which showed his powerful skills.

"That's right." Cheng Sanwu smiled and said: "Come on, try your best to attack me. If you can hit me, even if you cut off a piece of clothes or a hair, I will not only leave Hengyang immediately, but also tell the internal servants about it." Recommended by important people, I will give you a good background."

Yang Wujiu was furious. What he cared about now was not his official position, but the need to prove himself. If he gave in now and his mood was lacking, he would be destined to make no progress in the future!

"Can't cast here, please!"

Jumping out, Yang Wujiu came to the open courtyard and dispersed the rest of his entourage. He raised his hand to make a move, but when he heard the sound of breaking through the air, a broad-edged and heavy knife flew from a distance like a telepath. It was inserted upside down into the ground, shattering the surrounding masonry.

This broad-edged and heavy sword is more than six feet long, with a blade about a palm wide and a very thick back. It feels more like the weapon of a protector god than that held by an ordinary person.

Cheng Sanwu looked slightly surprised. He had never thought that Yanfeng Sword Technique could be used with such a heavy weapon.

He waved his hand to signal the others to move away. Only Qin Wangshu stood in the corner of the courtyard, paying careful attention to the coming battle.

"Advice!"

Yang Wujiu raised his hand and grasped the handle of the sword, raised his Yuan Gong fiercely, and the huge sword light swept out, approaching Cheng Sanwu.

"Be serious, are you chopping firewood?"

Facing the oncoming sword light, Cheng Sanwu remained calm. He turned the black gold horizontal sword in his hand upwards and raised it. The flames rolled up and wrapped around the upward direction of the sword light in front of him. He actually deflected it easily and slashed it in. Half empty.

The blow missed, Yang Wu Jiu didn't take a moment to rest, he stepped forward and spun around, his sword generated a flow of dragon and swirling flames, trying to cover Cheng Sanwu within it.

"Aren't you dizzy when you spin like this?"

Cheng Sanwu sneered, and lightly raised his sword horizontally. It looked like he had no strength, but in fact, he had Wan Junhao's strength. With a slight touch, the two swords struck each other, breaking through Yang Wujiu's whirling slash, and knocked him out. Knocked away.

Yan Jin counterattacked along the broad-edged and heavy sword, directly burning one side of Yang Wujiu's sleeve into fly ash, exposing his muscular arms.

A head-on confrontation of the same martial arts was the purest form of fighting. Yang Wujiu had no chance of winning. Even though the fiery wind was blowing around him, he still felt that his opponent's fiery energy was entering his body, as if he was in a furnace, and it was unbearably hot.

What was particularly intolerable to Yang Wujiu was Cheng Sanwu's pointing look, as if he was a teacher teaching an incompetent disciple, which made him feel deeply ashamed.

There was no room for flinching from the Yanfeng Sword Technique. Yang Wujiu groaned deeply, and suddenly a coolness spread in his body, dissipating the invading inflammatory energy. The yin and yang in his body instantly matched, allowing his Yuan Gong to reach another level.

Taking advantage of the situation, he retreated, then stepped on the ground and flew into the air. Yang Wujiu slashed in the air, the vast sword light enveloped the entire courtyard, and the flaming flames hung upside down like a sea of ​​fire, falling straight down to the sky.

The air on the ground instantly steamed and boiled. If an ordinary person was here, his skin would be charred, his flesh would be rotten, and his orifices would be filled with smoke. Qin Wangshu did not give way. While using his power to resist, he kept a close eye on the moves and changes in energy between the two.

Cheng Sanwu looked up at the fire clouds that filled the courtyard. With a flick of his wrist, the black gold horizontal knife was twisted in the air, and he actually used it to capture the fire clouds.

Yang Wujiu was in the fire cloud, and was shocked to realize that the outward force was no longer under his control. Instead, he was being controlled in mid-air, as if he was caught in a turbulent flow that could neither reach the sky nor reach the ground.

Barely able to steady his body, he saw the fire cloud roll back and turn into a fire dragon with scales and claws, roaring towards him. Yang Wu Jiu hurriedly resisted, the sword seemed to split the mountain and slashed into pieces, smashing the fire dragon.

"Is this all you have?"

Cheng Sanwu was slightly dissatisfied. Even though he knew that Yang Wujiu was far from his opponent, his achievements in Yanfeng Sword Technique were not at all in line with the legendary supreme realm of "unceasing wind and fire, invisible divine blade".

Yang Wu Jiu stood on the ground and picked up the sword, his face gloomy. After just three rounds of fighting, he knew that the difference between the two skills was as great as clouds and mud.

But the more he understood, the less Yang Wu Jiu could tolerate himself giving in and retreating, so he slowly stood up straight, holding the knife in front of him.

There was silence in the courtyard, both sides of the confrontation remained silent and motionless, their eyes facing each other, and their minds were invisibly engaged in a confrontation.

In a trance, the surrounding scenery melted away, leaving only the two people with two swords each performing strange moves in the void. The level of foundation and the strength of the skills are meaningless here, only the understanding of the Yanfeng sword technique.

The human mind can have thousands of thoughts in an instant, and they can only hold each other's gaze for a few breaths. Yang Wujiu's whole body is sweating like rain, and there is white steam steaming from the top of his head. You can imagine how fierce the conflict between thoughts is.

But compared to Yang Wujiu, who looked serious, Cheng Sanwu looked at ease and showed a slightly approving smile.

Yang Wujiu has not yet reached the innate realm. Such a confrontation of thoughts must activate Qi and blood. If he is not careful, the wind will attack his head.

The reason why he is so confident is that he completely relies on the Xiangshui Ice Soul in his body. Even if the Yanfeng Kung Fu body is operating to a degree that burns out all the muscles and bones, this Ice Soul can still continuously resolve the inflammation and maintain the balance of Yin and Yang in the body.

But Yang Wujiu's body could withstand it, and his mind was ultimately not as deep and vast as Cheng Sanwu's. He could withstand the calamity of thousands of knives piercing his body, and the confrontation between his thoughts was immediately interrupted, causing him to take several steps back.

At the same time, a surge of hot blood surged into his throat. Not wanting to show weakness, Yang Wujiu groaned and pressed the air to his dantian, forcing the blood back, and even making a few shallow pits on the ground beneath his feet.

"Is this your invisible magic?" Cheng Sanwu shook his head and sighed: "This kind of trick is really crude. Who taught you it?"

(End of this chapter)