Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 330 [Gathering wind and clouds in front of Juyun Building] (5)

"Master Nongyue has superb martial arts, high moral character, just like the bright moon in the sky..." One person praised, everyone nodded, Zeng Shan said in succession, "Me too, me too..." But everyone's eyes showed that they didn't believe it.

"Lord Nongyue subdued Huoyunma." Someone glanced at Zeng Shan and said.

"I forgot to ride out today." Zeng Shan argued strongly.

"Lord Nongyue has a magical wooden sword." Someone continued.

"I have it too, I have it too." Zeng Shan said hastily, taking out a small wooden sword from his bosom, the wooden sword is the size of a palm, and the carving skills are rough, like a child's graffiti.

Everyone laughed when they saw this, "What kind of wooden sword is this, you should take it back and coax the children... I don't think it is even necessary to coax the children."

Zeng Shan hesitated and said: "My wooden sword was originally very big, but I accidentally made it smaller. I was about to go back to it, but when I saw you looking for me, I didn't care about it."

"Shhh!" The crowd booed, he made a big sword smaller, and then transformed back. He didn't understand whether he thought he was a land god or they were idiots.

"I said that I am Lord Nongyue, but you don't believe me. I'm so mad." Zeng Shan scratched his ears and head anxiously, and threw the wooden sword upwards. The wooden sword trembled in the air, and a sharp sword Mans pierced the sky.

The sword light was about one foot wide and more than one foot long, like a rainbow bridge, extending far away, and there was a roar after a long time, as if it had hit something.

The crowd fell silent all of a sudden, this kind of method is extremely mysterious, not to mention these ordinary people, even Yingjie from Juyun Tower is also fascinated by watching.

"Are you really Master Nongyue?"

"Greetings to Mr. Nongyue, the villain has eyes but can't see Mount Tai, please atone for your sin."

"Master Nongyue, can you let me see your true face in Mount Lu?"

Although Zeng Shan's martial arts are extremely high, but because of his character, he has never been so respected by everyone, he immediately beamed with joy, and said, of course, he took off his black cloak to reveal his true colors.

"Ah!" Brother and sister Yu Wenhua and Yu Wenqian exclaimed in Juyun Tower.

"Brother Yuwen, why are you exclaiming?" You Changhe asked, and Sun Zhan and others also looked at him.

"That's my uncle." Yu Wenhua said, with a strange look on his face. He never thought that Master Nongyue, who is well-known in the world, is actually his father's uncle and his own uncle. This is a big joke.

"Congratulations, brother Yuwen!", "Congratulations, Mr. Yuwen!"... All the heroes congratulated one after another.

"This is Master Nongyue, what about the other person?" Someone asked in doubt, pointing at Xiao Di.

Xiao Di opened her eyes wide and looked in the direction of Zeng Shan, not understanding what was going on, "Miss, who is he, why did he become Master Nongyue?" She asked Meng Xiaodie in a low voice.

"An old naughty boy, maybe it's just for fun, so let's pretend it. Don't worry, he will get out of the gang soon." Meng Xiaodie said calmly, not worried at all. Everyone has long suspected Zeng Shan's identity as Lord Nongyue, but he was caught. He was shocked by his martial arts methods, and when he came back to his senses, Zeng Shan's identity was not far away.

Sure enough, someone said: "I heard that Master Nongyue has a set of superb swordsmanship, can you open our eyes..."

"You said 'Yongzi Eight Swords', what's this, I'll let you see it." Zeng Shan didn't wait for the man to finish speaking, and responded without a word. He held it in his hand, flicked his fingers on the sword, and let out a dragon cry, and immediately he danced the sword wildly, scribbling horizontally and vertically, tapping out the sword's intentions, and the swordsmanship was so smooth, it was clear that Zeng Shan had already Turning it into her own swordsmanship, Meng Xiaodie couldn't help nodding when she saw it.But in the eyes of everyone, it becomes a casual doodle, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like swordsmanship, but a down-and-out scholar who is drunk and madly writing.

"Why doesn't this look like swordsmanship, but like writing?" Someone wondered.

(End of this chapter)