Sheng Fu

Chapter 541
Yu Wenjun bowed his hands in thanks, glanced at Zhou Tianhai's empty left arm out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes gradually calmed down again.

"Farewell." Jun Yuwen said.

Zhou Tianhai nodded slightly, and a stream of cool sword energy came down the mountain with the wind.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhou Changqing bowed slightly to the top of the mountain when he saw this ray of sword energy coming.

After a while, Mr. Yu Wen came to the foot of the mountain. Zhou Changqing said with a gentle smile on his face, "Congratulations, young master."

Yu Wenjun said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."

Zhou Changqing made a gesture, asking Yu Wenjun to come forward, and asked politely: "Young Master, how long will you stay in Nanshan Sword Sect this time?"

"If you still have time, I hope you can teach the young disciples in Jianzong a thing or two. They all want to see you."

With a sword, it is natural to leave a bit of a hard grip, which is an unwritten rule among the sects.

Yu Wenjun understood and said: "Alright, I will trouble seniors to lead the way."

Zhou Changqing smiled knowingly: "Thank you for your generosity, young master."

Yu Wenjun smiled and said nothing, the affairs of the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes must come.

Not long after, the two of them returned to the mountain gate and came to a sword fighting arena that was flat on all sides. Outside the platform was an exquisite attic building, and outside the attic building was an ethereal and impermanent sky.

The gentle autumn wind reverberated in the four fields of the sword fighting arena, and the three elders came with their direct disciples.

At a glance, these direct disciples are all good-looking, slender, with broad shoulders and slender waists. They are the embryos of practicing kendo. The Nanshan Sword Sect is the leader of the human kendo sect. pay attention to.

When Yu Wenjun saw this, he knew that Zhou Changqing had this intention long ago.

There are a total of sixteen direct disciples, each of whom looked up and down curiously at Yu Wenjun's posture, and some women even lowered their heads and smiled slightly, as if they had discovered something new.

Zhou Changqing raised his arms and said in a loud voice: "You little fellows usually only think of high talent and strong swordsmanship. Today, let this leader of the Eight Gus test your quality."

"Xu Qi, you are the first to play."

Xu Qi, twenty years old, was in the late Huang Ting period. Although she was a southern girl, she was as tall as a northern girl, with a beautiful appearance, clear eyes, and a rugged and proud body.

Maybe it's because women are more competitive, and Li Zong likes to suppress other male disciples intentionally or unintentionally, so she is a well-known female devil in Nanshan Sword Sect.

Who says women are inferior to men?
The arrogance and arrogance on his body is far better than that of a man with full blood.

Xu Qi stepped forward and stood on the sword fighting platform like a gust of wind.

Facing Yu Wenjun, he bowed slightly, performed the ceremony of holding a sword, and said, "Please enlighten me, my lord."

The accent is crisp and soft, a little stiff, it's not because Yu Wenjun is outstanding, it's just because she is about to compete with the leader of the Eight Gus of this era.

Yu Wenjun nodded slightly, and stood opposite Xu Qi in a blink of an eye.

Xu Qi said in a slightly blunt tone: "This sword is called Qiushui. It is 29 inches long and two and a half inches wide."

Yu Wenjun said softly: "Okay, girl first."

Xu Qi was slightly taken aback, thinking that Yu Wenjun would show his heart, and then thought again, why should the young master show his heart to her.

Then, holding his breath and concentrating on his heart and breathing, he held the Qiushui long sword tightly with one hand, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and stabbed Yu Wenjun suddenly like an arrow off the string.

The sword is raised, the wind is blowing, and there is a flash of thunder in the wind.

Seeing this, Yu Wenjun turned slightly to the side, and Xu Qi's sword fell through the air. Xu Qi knew it would be like this, turned around and swung his sword horizontally.

Yu Wenjun's thoughts moved slightly, and he crossed the void ten feet away in a short distance, which made Xu Qi's sword come to nothing.

Xu Qi was horrified in his heart, his moves were lost before Ba Guzhishou, and he remembered that she had some outstanding moves in fighting against a certain senior in the sect.

"Girl, be careful." Yu Wenjun reminded softly.

With a wave of his big sleeve, the one-sleeved green dragon rushed out.

Roar!
The sound of the dragon's chant shook the sky, overwhelming the mountains and breaking the sea.

Seeing this, Xu Qi immediately bent his knees, held the sword in both hands, and broke through with force, showing his true qualities as a hero.

Slashing vertically with one sword, the momentum is like a rushing river of anger.

Bang!
When the sword fell, the green dragon became more violent and rushed towards him. Xu Qi immediately lost his footing and flew out backwards.

Yu Wenjun slightly cast the chaotic hand, and landed the southern girl safely.

From the beginning to the end, Yu Wenjun suppressed the realm in Huang Ting.

After landing, Xu Qi's eyes were not distracted, as calm as after a thousand sails.

Clasping his fists solemnly, he said, "Thank you for your enlightenment, Young Master."

Under the sword fighting arena, Zhou Changqing and others saw this, their eyes were erratic, even if there was a gap in the same place, it shouldn't be so big. You should know that these sword sect disciples have also been to the Black Mountain battlefield to fight.

Zhou Changqing paused and said, "Wang Qing, it's your turn."

Wang Qing, Huang Tingzhongqi, tall and strong, handsome, holding a black iron epee, stepping up to the stage step by step, like a lonely hero who will never return, he knows that he is not an opponent, so he is more calm.

After playing, Wang Qing saluted and said softly: "I'm Wang Qing, it's really a blessing to be able to fight with the young master. I hope the young master will not show mercy. Wang Qing thanks."

Yu Wenjun said kindly, "It's easy to say, you come first."

The more calm the weather, the more strange Wang Qing felt in his heart, and then he stepped forward, stepped on the thunder, and the sword was like a beast that was out of the gate and slammed towards Yu Wenjun.

Yu Wenjun raised his single arm, in a state of blocking, and let the sword fall.

when!
A clear and crisp sound of the golden sword suddenly burst, turning into a strong wind, sweeping all directions of the sword fighting arena.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe it.

Wang Qing was horrified, his jaws were ripped apart, his arms were numb, his legs were weak, and he faced each other head-on, completely defeated!
This is the strength of the leader of Ba Gu.

Wang Qing saluted hastily and said, "I've been taught."

Yu Wenjun nodded slightly, watching Wang Qing end.

Zhou Changqing smiled wryly, then looked at the young disciples around him, and said loudly: "Did you see it? The five unique and seven laws of the past are vulnerable in front of Mr. Yuwen. No matter you, be less anxious and more calm. Next, It doesn't matter which of you is playing."

"It's good to practice. Young people are energetic and bloody. It's a good thing, but in terms of swordsmanship, vitality and bloodyness don't mean anything. You see the majesty of rivers and rivers and the beauty of mountains and rivers, but you always ignore them. Jiangchuan is just rivers, mountains and rivers. It's just mountains and rivers, and it doesn't make much sense to go back to the source."

"The source of seeking is the mastery of swordsmanship, and the long sword can shine brightly on the sun and the moon."

The expressions of the remaining direct disciples are mixed, and the gap is clear at a glance, and it is useless for anyone to go up.

Yu Wenjun bowed to everyone very dignifiedly, and said: "It is also my honor to meet you all handsome people. There are dreams in the green mountains, and Kunpeng will spread its wings and span thousands of miles."

It would be a good talk for an elder to say such words, but Yu Wenjun's age is almost the same as these people, which is inexplicably weird and inexplicably reasonable.

(End of this chapter)