Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 33 Sound Transmission
  Bu Yuan and Wu Kan attacked with their swords.

At the last moment, Yan Bugui's voice reached Di Yun's ears again: "Don't be in a daze, jump back, and kick your back with both legs."

Di Yun jumped up decisively, narrowly dodging the sword tips on both sides, then flipped over the two of them in the air, and kicked them on the back with both feet.

Bang!Bang!
  Bu Yuan and Wu Kan screamed and flew out, accidentally hitting Wan Gui who was about to get up.

Di Yun was surprised and happy, but also a little puzzled: "Senior Yan called out to help twice, but Wan Gui and the others didn't respond at all. Could it be that only I could hear this sound?" ’

"You dare to cheat." Lu Kun was shocked and angry, and suddenly drew his sword and struck Di Yun's chest.

"Stand close and spin the sword, sweeping with the left palm." Yan Bugui sat on the roof of Di Yun's bedroom, enjoying the show below with great interest. He did not expect that the 'sound transmission into the secret' would come in handy at this time.

Di Yun swung Lu Kun's long sword sharply, deflecting his sword, and slapped him on the face with his left hand.

Lu Kun was shocked when he received a scratch without warning.

Di Yun was also stunned: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Damn you!" Lu Kun touched his swollen right face and became angry: "Everyone, come together and kill him."

Yan Bugui sent a message: "Cut him on the forehead and kick him in the abdomen."

Di Yunyang slashed with his sword, Lu Kun hurriedly raised his sword to parry, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He was kicked to the ground by Di Yun, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't get up for a while.

"Damn it!" "Damn country bumpkin!" "Fuck your grandma!" "Looking for death!"

The remaining four people surrounded Di Yun from all directions, cursing and shouting.

"Take a preemptive strike and start from Shen City."

Following Yan Bugui's voice, Di Yun rushed straight towards the youngest among the eight people.

This person is none other than Shen Cheng, Wan Zhenshan's eighth disciple. He is only fifteen years old this year.

Di Yun, who had defeated three people in a row, was now at full strength and suddenly came with threats to kill them.

Shen Cheng was caught off guard and frightened to the point of losing all his courage. Between three and two moves, Di Yun first made the sword fly away, and then he was kicked to the chest and fell to the ground. He was rolling back and forth on the ground in pain.

"Hands down three inches, steps forward seven inches, and pokes his right wrist."

"Stab him in the throat, slice his right arm, kick him in the shins."

"A quick attack with a quick sword, cross the sword to the left hand, and draw back the right palm to face the door."

Under Yan Bugui's continuous reminders, each of Di Yun's swords was directed at the opponent's weakness. One person and one sword overwhelmed the three of them, making it difficult for them to fight back. First, he knocked off the long sword of the second brother Zhou Qi, and then tripped the fourth brother. Sun Jun.

Feng Tan, the seventh child, was slapped in the face by Di Yunzhao, who was aroused by the beating, and was knocked to the ground. Several red and white teeth fell out of his mouth, and he howled like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

In an instant, the eight major disciples of the Wan family were completely defeated.

Di Yun stood with his sword in hand, looking at the eight people who were wailing, feeling proud and happy.

He thought that he could win this battle only because of Yan Bugui's help, and immediately looked around.

Yan Bugui sent a message: "Don't make any noise, I don't want to talk to them."

Di Yun nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Wan Gui and others: "Hmph! You lost, you are not allowed to speak ill of my master again in the future."

When the eight people heard this, they stared at him with hatred on their faces, but because of his exquisite swordsmanship, they all dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"I've been beaten. I'm going back to sleep. You guys should leave quickly." After Di Yun finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Wan Gui looked at his back, his heart and eyes full of resentment.

He is the only son of Wan Zhenshan. Although Lu Kun is the senior brother among the eight disciples, he has always been the leader. After living for so many years, this is the first time someone dares to humiliate him like this.

Swish!
  Wan Gui suddenly rushed towards Di Yun and stabbed him hard in the back of the heart with his long sword.

"Take a step to the right, turn around and raise the sword."

Di Yun suddenly heard Yan Bugui's message again, and did it without thinking.

Step forward, turn around, and draw your sword!

Under the dark night, a flash of sword light suddenly flashed.

A slight feeling of sluggishness spread into his hands, and Di Yun felt as if he had hit something.

"what----"

A shrill scream rose into the sky.

Di Yun was startled, and then he saw Wan Gui's right arm broken at the elbow, and blood splattered all over his body.

"My hand..." Wan Gui stumbled to the ground, covering the wound on his right arm, his face as white as snow.

He looked at the broken arm on the ground still holding the sword in disbelief.

That's his hand!
  The hands he used to eat, write, and practice swordsmanship were just gone?

"Junior brother!" "Senior brother!"

Lu Kun and others were horrified, and Zhou Qi hurriedly pulled off his clothes to bandage Wan Gui to stop the bleeding. "Brother, it hurts so much. It hurts me so much..." The wound on his broken arm made Wan Gui roll on the ground in pain.

Bu Yuan shouted: "Quick, inform the master and go find the doctor."

"Di, you are too cruel!" Wu Kan said sternly: "Just wait for death. If you hurt Third Senior Brother, even Senior Uncle Qi won't be able to protect you."

The other Wanmen disciples also yelled at Di Yun.

"Gui'er, is it you? What happened?" Wan Zhenshan rushed over after hearing the screams. When he saw Wan Gui's broken arm, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and hurried over to give him acupuncture to stop the bleeding.

"Who did this? Who did this?" Wan Zhenshan was like an angry lion, looking coldly at everyone present.

"What's wrong?" Qi Changfa and Qi Fang also rushed over and asked, "Yun'er, have you gotten into trouble again?"

Di Yun looked at the blood-stained upper sword in his hand at a loss: "Master, it's not me, I..."

"That's him." Lu Kun said angrily: "Master, it's this guy named Di who cut off my junior brother's arm."

"What!" Wan Zhenshan gritted his teeth and looked at Di Yun, angrily saying, "You little beast, I'll kill you."

He grabbed Lu Kun's long sword, went straight to Di Yun's head and struck it.

"Senior brother, wait." Qi Changfa hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "Yun'er has always been honest. Even if you give him eight courages, he would not dare to hurt his nephew."

"Third brother, you still dare to stop me." Wan Zhenshan's eyes were tearing up, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out of his eyes: "For no reason, can my apprentice still wrongly accuse your apprentice?"

"Brother, are you injured anywhere?" Qi Fang was frightened by Di Yun, who was covered in blood. "What's going on? Please speak quickly, I'm so worried."

Wu Kan said: "Master, it was Di Yun who plotted against the third senior brother."

Shen Cheng was filled with indignation and said: "We came to Di Yun for a sword fight. He was no match for the third senior brother. He actually attacked us unprepared. The third senior brother was unexpectedly injured in the arm by this despicable villain."

"Gui'er, is that true?" Wan Zhenshan's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Wan Gui was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head, and big beads of sweat kept sliding down his face.

Wan Zhenshan stared at Qi Changfa: "Lao San, you taught me a good disciple! What else do you have to say now?"

"Yun'er, are what they said true?" Seeing that the Wan family disciples said they had noses and eyes, Qi Changfa couldn't help but believe it.

"No, it's not." Di Yun explained in a panic: "I didn't attack him, he attacked me."

"Hahaha..." Wan Zhenshan laughed angrily: "Then tell me why he wanted to sneak attack you?"

Di Yun said: "They came to me to compete with swords, but they couldn't beat me. Wan Gui was not convinced, so he attacked me from behind when I was returning to the house."

"You fart!" Lu Kun yelled: "With your three-legged cat skills, my junior brother can't beat you?"

Seeing them confusing right and wrong, Di Yun was immediately aroused and his temper was aroused. He blushed and said, "It turns out that the eight of you together can't beat me."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Wan Zhenshan said expressionlessly: "I didn't expect you, a little beast, to be so bold and loud.

Since you look down on my apprentice, I will personally come and learn your clever tricks today. "

"Everything I said is true." Di Yun pointed at Lu Kun and Feng Tan and said, "If you don't believe me, uncle, you can ask them where the injuries on their faces came from."

"Boss and Lao Qi, is that what he said?" Wan Zhenshan then noticed that both of them had red slap marks on their faces.

"This..." Feng Tan hesitated and lowered his head.

Lu Kun said without changing his expression: "Master, this was something we accidentally encountered while practicing."

Wan Zhenshan narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself as he watched the two people's reactions: "Could it be that what Di Yun said is true?"

"You guys are so shameless when you don't admit defeat and you beat me up!" Di Yun was so angry that his body trembled and his eyesight turned black.

He never imagined that there could be such shameless people in the world.

More than one!
  "No more gossiping." Wan Zhenshan said coldly: "Now you all insist on your own opinions, and Gui'er has my apprentice as a witness.

Di Yun, if you can prove that what you said is true, then even if Wan Gui is my biological son, I will punish you severely and clear your name.

Otherwise, don't blame me for not caring about my friendship with your master. "

"I..." Di Yun thought of Yan Bugui.

But the other party had said not to make any noise before, obviously he didn't want to expose himself, so he couldn't say anything.

Lu Kun and others looked at the silent and troubled Di Yun, with sneers on their lips.

You country bumpkin doesn't even look at where this place is and you still want to fight with us. Let's do it in the next life.

Wu Kan continued to be aggressive: "What are you, you have nothing to say? Why don't you kowtow to my master and confess your sins?"

"I'm here to prove it to him." Yan Bugui floated down from the roof like a leaf blown by the wind.

Just six words, the sound was not loud but it sounded like thunder in the ears of Lu Kun and others, and their mood instantly sank to the bottom.

(End of this chapter)