Chapter 68 On the Road to Sword

In the morning, the warm sun fell on the bed and wanted to wake up the sleeping teenager. However, this warm touch only adds a little luster to his dream.

With a smile and joy in my dream, I have no intention to destroy the ancient and modern sorrows. Life is full of troubles and sorrows. I would like to be drunk and wake up, just to recall the laughter in that dream. Life is like a dream, and the wind and rain are hard to rest.

Is the world in the dream really so comfortable? Even in his deep sleep, he still frowned slightly and unconsciously clenched his hands.

Outside the door, the maids had already waited, but they dared not come in to disturb his sleep. At this time, a blue-shirted jade cold smoke quietly approached, waved his hand at the maids, and tiptoed into the room.

She stopped in front of the bed and stared silently at Qin Yan for a long time. She saw that his face had changed several times, sometimes peaceful, sometimes nervous, as if he was struggling in different dreams. She shook her head and said, "Brother!"

The pleasant voice echoed in the room, but it did not produce any effect. It's just that Qin Yan seemed to recover from the nightmare and his face gradually calmed down.

"Brother, it's time to get up!" Yu Hanyan opened his mouth again, and his voice was louder.

Unfortunately, Qin Yan did not give her face and still closed his eyes.

Yu Hanyan hummed and stared at Qin Yan for a long time, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised a wonderful arc. Boy, I promised my family to go to Nancheng to discuss swords, but now I sleep like a dead pig, thinking that my family can't do anything about you, right?'

She stared at Qin Yan, and a cold light flashed in her cold pool-like eyes.

Killing!

With a "bang", the big bed was torn apart and the cotton wool was scattered everywhere. Qin Yan's consciousness had not fully woken up from his sleep, but his body had instinctively reacted. The cracked bed was retreated like electricity and retreated to the wall. His body was as tight as a bow, and he put on an impeccable defensive posture in an instant.

The flying cotton wool was scattered. After a few breaths, Qin Yan completely woke up. The first thing he saw was the smiling face of Yu Hanyan.

She looked over peacefully and said leisurely, "My family just came to wake you up. Don't be so nervous."

This movement had already shocked the maids outside the door. They looked inside and let out a low exclamation. This scene made Qin Yan ashamed and angry and roared, "Hey! Is the disturbing spring dream in the early morning what a lady should do?

Yu Hanyan also saw some kind of vision of a young man on his body in the morning. His expression was slightly stiff. He turned around and said coldly, "Come out quickly. I'll wait for you outside."

When Qin Yan finished dressing and washing and came to her, her expression had not fully recovered. Without looking at Qin Yan, she strode out.

"Sister, where are we going?"

"My family has already told you, Nancheng, on the sword!"

On the Sword Conference? You just sent them away with a few swords, and why did you call me?

Yu Hanyan suddenly looked back and said with a cold face, "Brother, does it make you so uncomfortable to be with my family?"

"No, no, that's not true. I just think it's too cool for the two of us to walk together, which is a little inconsistent with my usual low-key lifestyle. But since you are sincerely invited, how can a gentle man like me have the heart to refuse the kindness of beauty? When you kill the unlucky man with one sword, I will invite you to the best restaurant in Biye City to have a good meal.

"Avoid it! This time, my family's opponent is Wu Qingqiong of Guiyun Pavilion. Although he is not a disciple of the five schools, he was also one of the eight princes of Wulin, and nearly ten years more than my family. My family is really not sure of winning against him. In case my family accidentally loses, you will be responsible for carrying my family back!"

"No, that uncle is too thick-skinned. Since he was one of the eight sons ten years ago, how can he come to the sword conference?"

Although the Sword Conference is a grand event of the whole martial arts, it also has its own rules. Needless to say, those senior masters who have become famous for a long time, the top three winners of each conference are not allowed to attend the meeting again, which makes it easier for young talents with outstanding potential to appear, which is a little interesting. Otherwise, the older generation of strong people such as Fuzhen and Lin Wuya will directly take down the top few, which is even worse!

"You can't blame him. His luck is so bad that he encountered the strongest master at that time before winning the ranking in the first three swords. Nine years ago, Yan, the first disciple of the Demon Gate, indifferently disguised himself as a disciple of Mingxinlou and beat him into a vomit blood coma without ten moves. Six years ago, Huang Fan, the chief disciple of the Demon Sect, changed his name to Fan Huang, and forcibly drove him out of the ring after 20 moves. Three years later, he encountered a hundred winds and was defeated after a hundred moves. It can be said that the times are not the same, the fate is miserable, and it is a trick. However, it is a rare opportunity for him to fight with so many top figures.

"Haha, it's not easy for a person to be so unlucky. He must have done too many bad things to bully men and women before he was punished by God. Sister, don't worry, this kind of scum is definitely not your opponent. You don't need to worry too much. Just cut him off with a sword.

"Brother, your words remind my family of a beautiful childhood..."

The two walked side by side, talking about some nutritious dialogues, walked out of the Qingweiju and involved in the streets of Biye City.

At this time, when the sword conference was in full of fierce fighting, many masters from all over the world fought in various arenas. Some of them are masters who lost the battle last time, and some of them are upstarts who have just made their debut. They have their own unique skills and are full of energy to show their brave side in front of the heroes in the world. The fight has been going on for two days, and the mood of the masses is unprecedentedly high and the atmosphere is extremely warm. Countless people are talking about the winning rate and results of each game in the streets and alleys, and some people have given up all their money to participate in large and small gambling, anxiously exploring the happy or sad endings.

In such a lively situation, even masters such as Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan also feel difficult to walk. The closer to the ring, the crowd became more crowded. Even the roof was full of people, and there was no place to step on. Just half a street away from the ring of Nancheng, Qin Yan and the two were completely trapped. If you want to go further, you have to step on people.

"What should I do now? Shall we..." Qin Yan made a gesture of raising his thumb. He didn't mind experiencing the feeling of stepping on people's heads.

But Yu Hanyan is more mindy. She shook her head: "It's better to keep a low profile with dragons and crouching tigers here." In fact, she is worried about another aspect. After all, as a recognized fairy in martial arts, wouldn't the image have been destroyed in full view of the public?

Just as the two were helpless, a clear voice came from not far away: "Girl Jade! I'll take you there!"

It turned out to be the third master Lin Muxiao. He, with a large group of Qingweiju disciples and bodyguards, drove over magnificently and greeted Yu Hanyan attentively. Even Qin Yan was flattered by him. With the help of many disciples and guards, they finally squeezed a way out of the crowd and came to the front of the ring.