sword array

Chapter 122 Provocation

Qin Shou himself was tired of staying in the inn. He felt that several people lived together and hid it. At that moment, he led Yan Song and others along the street and stopped in front of a very elegant stone building. He smiled and said, "I like the bustle. At that time, I didn't want to live in such a big house alone, so I moved to Panlong Inn. Li, it's fine now. Everyone lives in, and it will be lively in the future. So that night, Sun Kailinfeng and Yan Song moved into the building.

There is a hall on the first floor of the house. In addition to the kitchen and toilet, there is a large room and two small rooms at the same time, and there are also two small rooms on the second floor. Qin Shou didn't say anything and gave the big room to Yan Song and Xiao Wei. As a result, they were very embarrassed. At least, Yan Song and Xiao Wei moved into the two small rooms upstairs respectively. Lin Feng and Sun Kai lived in two small rooms downstairs respectively. The largest room was left to the landlord Qin Shou. In Sun Kai's words, this room was the most suitable for Qin Shou. It was too small to give full play to some abilities.

Living outside, Yan Song can't be bored in the dormitory as before, and Xuanxiu's time is not allowed in the college. In desperation, Yan Song has to eat the food cooked by Xiaowei with Qin Shou every day, and then go to their respective martial arts arena Xuanxiu, leaving Xiaowei busy cleaning at home. At noon or It's time to come back at night, talk, laugh, fight, and live a comfortable life.

Due to their different abilities, Lin Feng and Sun Kai's Xuanxiu was located in the junior martial arts arena, Qin Shou was in the enviable advanced martial arts arena in the college, and Yan Song practiced with the master and students in the intermediate martial arts arena. At the beginning, when I was studying in the dormitory, I asked for the consent of the ruffian dean, but now when I came to the intermediate martial arts arena, Yan Song's daily Xuanxiu project has to follow the requirements of Master Qingyi in a certain sense.

It is said that the middle-aged master in Qingyi doesn't have many requirements. As long as the students are obedient, they can do anything. Yan Song has also studied here before, and the master in Qingyi has a good impression of him. But this time it's different, because Yan Song wants to be in the Star Hall, which requires him to sit on the ground and enter the virtual realm of Jade Bodhi. However, in the eyes of the people around him, his behavior is not sitting on the seal or Xuanxiu, but more like sitting on the ground! Yan Song came to the martial arts arena and sat down every day. He sat down all morning, came back from lunch and sat down again, and sat down all afternoon.

Day after day, the student who is not very talkative and "mitate and sleeps" after coming can't help but make Master Qingyi disgusted, even some students around him are not reluctant to see him. Finally, one day, when Yan Song was concentrating on absorbing Xuan gas in the blue scroll to liquefy his last cyan cyclone, he suddenly felt the shock around him, shaking like a mountain. Knowing that his body was in danger, he immediately returned to reality and opened his eyes without any danger. He just stood in front of a young man half a head taller than him, with a frowned face, pulled his arm hard, and said impatiently, "Don't sleep! The master called you!"

Yan Song was stunned and looked up at the master in Qingyi in front of the students. He didn't wait to speak and said to Convenience, "How many times have I called you?"

"Master, I--"

"What are you!" Yan Song wanted to explain that his arm was pulled by the tall student next to him again. "The master called you seven or eight times, and he hasn't woken you up yet!" The shelf is so big, why don't you stand up!"

Yan Song calmly glanced at the student next to him, then stood up and looked at Master Qingyi again: "Master, the student has been practicing Xuanxiu and hasn't heard your instructions. It's really--"

"Xuanxiu? Who are you lying to? Is there anyone who fell asleep?" The tall young man suddenly interrupted Yan Song's words and said angrily, "I think you look flat and comfortable all over. Obviously, you are sleeping!" You think it's great to jump from a low-level student, so you can do something. Let me tell you, there are a lot of geniuses in Panlongjian Academy who want to sleep and go home to sleep! There is no shortage of geniuses like you!"

Yan Song still kept a calm expression and looked at the tall young man in front of him. Seeing that the other party looked at him with provocative eyes, he was about to open his mouth, but he heard the master in Qingyi muttered, "You said you didn't sleep, so your cultivation has improved in the past half month?" Yan Song said truthfully, "I'm afraid that there will be no progress in a while when the disciple's cultivation reaches the bottleneck, but--

"But you are really thick-skinned!" The young man next to him suddenly said, "If you go to bed, you will go to bed. If you don't make progress, you won't make progress. If you don't have any bottleneck, I will blush for you!"

Yan Song clenched his fist and was about to punch out, but he was stopped by a student next to him. He only heard the man bow his head, as if talking to himself, and whispered, "Forget it, take a step back, take a step back." Yan Song turned his head and looked at the man doubtfully. He didn't know why, and finally looked at the master in Qingyi: "Master, this man should humiliate everyone. Why do you let him be presumptuous?" After asking this, he suddenly felt that many students around him were whispering. He listened carefully and heard someone say, "Hold your mouth quickly!" Some people say, "I don't know whether it's true or not" and "I'm sleepy!" Wait for words.

"Ky, take back what you just said and apologize. I can pretend not to hear." The arrogant young man narrowed his eyes slightly and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was very uncomfortable without fighting.

Yan Song looked at him, looked at the master in blue again, and said harshly, "This guy is so presumptuous, why don't you turn a blind eye?"

"Presumptuous!" Master Qingyi suddenly stood up and his eyes were like electricity. "I only know how to sleep all day and live in the sky. This kind of self-respecting genius has always been a single idiot! Didn't you say that you have worked hard these days? Well, do you dare to compare with others? Yan Song took a deep breath and resisted the anger in his heart and said, "Well, if it's better than the one next to me, I'd rather."

"What a search for death!" The young man next to him gritted his teeth at Yan Song in a low voice, and turned to look up and politely said to Master Qingyi, "Master, he is so shameless that the students will complete him. If he is vulnerable, the students are willing to wait for the master to expel him from the department!" Master Qingyi looked at Yan Song without any doubt: "Have you thought about it?"

Before Yan Song answered, many students around him persuaded him in a low voice. One person said, "Why don't you accompany the master? If you are wrong, you are wrong. He is still good!" Another person said, "Don't compare. Everyone knows that you are famous for defeating Shangguan Di of the junior college, and also know your genius and promotion to intermediate students, but now the person compared with you is Yun Cong, who ranks among the top three students in the intermediate college. His grandfather is--"

Before the man finished speaking, Yan Song asked the young man named Yun Cong, and then walked out of the crowd to the open space of the martial arts arena. Yun Cong had an evil smile on the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes. He came to the opposite side of Yan Song in several places. Seeing that Yan Song was motionless staring at the void in front of him, he sneered: "When is this still pretending? After defeating a few junior students, I don't like this stinky morality!"

"Is it over? Don't make people wait." Yan Song said calmly, and his eyes were like a waveless ancient well, which deeply hid his inner world, and no one could see through it.

Yun Cong was furious when he heard the words and had a mysterious spirit. Suddenly, the mysterious spirit surged out of his body. He hunted all over his clothes, and his black hair floated wildly, as if he was entangled by a hurricane. At this time, the group of students around were shocked and said, "The peak of the seventh level of Xuanshi! Brother Cong broke through again! Now that boy has suffered!" Brother Cong was angered by him. This wind surged, and all his clothes were blown off!" As the students marveled, the master in blue beside him also brushed his beard slightly and nodded with satisfaction.

"Black Wind Fist!" Yun Cong didn't say anything and punched it out. Suddenly, the fist wind was like a knife. Wherever he passed, there was a black whirlwind and wrapped it around Yan Song.

"Ryuyun Zhan!" Yan Song did not dodge, but waved his love sword, and his body turned sharply into the air and split a sword at Yun Cong. Suddenly, the black storm only heard a buzzing sound, and a large amount of energy dispersed around. Many students standing in front of them were pushed back by this force because they were too close, and the people in the first three rows almost fell down.

Yun Cong's body suddenly retreated three steps. Seeing that Yan Song also took three steps back, his evil and arrogant eyes suddenly flashed a trace of anger. At that moment, he pulled out his sword and danced wildly, he rolled up the surrounding air and became a huge cyclone within 30 meters around. Seeing that Yan Song was a little unstable in the cyclone, Yun Cong's dancing body suddenly turned around and cut out with a sword with his backhand. At the same time, he shouted, "Break through the air!"

Yan Song coldly looked at the other party's sword getting closer and closer, and then suddenly leaned out his right hand and directly clamped the sword with the sword of the swordsman. A sword split, like the top of Mount Tai, which was unstoppable. When the scene attracted by everyone's eyes, the long sword suddenly stopped and stopped between the other party's two fingers. People around couldn't help but collectively "ah"! In their opinion, how terrible is the power of Yun Cong's ability to break through the air with the ability of the seventh-order Xuanshi? How can Yan Song, who has just been raised by low-level students resist it? But in fact, the long handle was indeed sandwiched by Yan Song's fingertips.

In the past, Yan Song naturally did not dare to take this risk, but now, his strength is comparable to that of the other party. He was not afraid and felt the surprise of everyone, including the master in Qingyi. Yan Song suddenly shouted in his mouth: "Fake!" Suddenly, his fingers suddenly rotated, and Yun Cong, who was struggling to draw his sword, suddenly trembled and subconsciously blocked it. As a result, the long sword in his hand was cut in two. Yun Cong's right hand was shaken out of blood because of the tremor under the great force, and he almost hurt his bone. At this moment, it is naturally drooping and he dares not even clenched his fist.

The people around them were completely dumb. They looked at the embarrassed Yun Cong and the safe Yan Song, and they couldn't say a word of surprise.

"Ah!" Yun Cong was completely enraged and showed a crazy murderous intention. He raised his hands high, and the black wind attribute in his body was suddenly summoned out by him, turning into a roaring black tiger beside him. His fangs roared and his murderous intention was strong.

"Kill!" Yun Cong shouted, and his uninjured left hand suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and shouted, "The wind shuttle!" With that, he threw the dagger at Yan Song, which quickly turned into a black lightning and rushed to Yan Song with the black tiger running below.

"Flying sword to the heart!" Yan Song's body flew directly backwards under his feet. At the same time, he pinched the sword formula with his two fingers, and the love sword in his hand was like an emerald electric light. After surrounding his body for a week, he rushed directly to the flying dagger, and then the table tennis fought together. Because he has practiced the magic, at this moment, he controls the flying sword, but on the other hand, he has the idea of the martial soul below. While the sword formula in his hand was continuous, he walked under his feet, and his body suddenly turned down in the air, leaned his hand and rushed to the black tiger!