No one expected the turning point, and the crowded crowd retreated in a flash and immediately gave up a large area to them.

Everyone was talking publicly and was already discussing where they came from.

The Fuyao Sect has faded out of people's vision for a long time. Except for the powerful who really lived to be a thousand-year-old turtle, no one has ever heard of it yet. But it is just a sect that everyone doesn't know. From the dock of the East China Sea, it has staged all the way from the dock of wealth and honor, which makes others unable to think about it. They all heard of the defeat of the whole faction.

Although people who practice practice can take the wealth and honor of the mortal world seriously, what if they look at the island master differently?

Yan Zhengming, who didn't come out to deal with others, didn't know that at this time, their group had become the eye of others.

Cheng Qian, who stood up at this time, looked like he was only eleven years old, holding a lonely wooden sword in his hand, like a child's toy, standing still.

Someone in the crowd said with a sour voice: "The child is so arrogant, is there no elders in the sect in charge?"

Someone said, "Why, haven't you heard that the island owner promised them to enter the Scripture Hall? Which decent sect would send their children to someone else's Scripture Hall?"

"It's amazing, why is the island owner biased towards them?"

"Who knows? The young master who came from a rich man, maybe he was a royal relative. Maybe he bought some treasures from a large sum of money and impressed the island owner and allowed them to come in."

"Is anyone really a dream of spring and autumn that seeks immortality and asks the truth. Is the road to cultivation so good?"

Yan Zhengming was simply crazy. He understood the more he realized that Cheng Qian’s reliability was just a mirror and a moon - it just seemed to exist!

His face looked like frost, and he whispered in a low voice almost gritted his teeth: "Cheng, Qian!"

Cheng Qian was not deaf, of course he heard other people's comments, and he almost immediately came back to his senses - it turned out that their days on the island were not sad in the future, but began to feel sad.

After the ostentatiousness, the report came quickly. Cheng Qian suspected that what Master said when boarding the ship was a prophecy of the uncertainty.

But now it has come...

Cheng Qian actually didn't mean to do it. He just made a gesture to show the people on Qinglong Island.

As soon as the other party had just lost, there was no reason to go on the ring. He knew his age. Not to mention some immortals, even in the mortal world, there was no reason why a man was a very old man and a teenager in his teenage years.

It was not until the time when Cheng Qian was a little embarrassed.

If he had a smart and clever mouth, he might have been scammered at this time. He was not an adult, and he was only able to reach the chest of his body. It was nothing to be a shameless person. Life is the most important thing - Cheng Qian was born to be a naughty boy.

He quickly changed his mind and passed all the moves that were going back and forth on the arena just now in his mind. After that, he not only did not retreat, but instead made up his mind and thought, "If you do it, do it, I may not be afraid of you."

Cheng Qian did not retreat at all, ignored Yan Zhengming's warning, clasped his fists as if no one was around, and said to the casual cultivator: "I have passed the Heavenly Sword in the , but I am not skilled, so my master didn't let me change the iron sword. I would like to ask my brother for advice."

The defeated swordsman of the random cultivator was from which wild sect, and he was quite able to take it away from his face. He immediately stepped forward and said, "I dare not take the advice. Since the young master can stay in the preaching hall without taking the exam, he must have a unique and outstanding feature."

After he finished speaking, the circle of people around him started to whisper - mostly he was shameless.

Someone who watched the fun was not too serious and interrupted, "Brother Zhang, since you have challenged you, you can agree. If you win, you might as well let the island owner open a back door for you too!"

Han Yuan said angrily: "What if you lose? Kneel down and shout... Um!"

Li Yun covered his mouth and suppressed the stick.

The defeated swordsman raised his eyebrows pretending to behave and said, "Oh, what did that little brother say just now? What if I lose?"

Cheng Qian slowly flattened the wooden sword, made a starting move, and said lightly: "I dare not, my junior brother said nothing, I see you-please."

Yan Zhengming was so angry that his seven orifices were smoked. He had to go forward regardless of the ground and grabbed Cheng Qian back. His foot slipped out and a folding fan that came from some unknown place suddenly crossed his way forward.

I saw that it was a man wearing a long robe and dressed in a life-like manner, with slender eyes, and glanced at Yan Zhengming inwardly, and said a little frivolously: "Hey, Master Yan, don't rush to stop him, let's see the skills of the noble disciples."

"Go aside!" Yan Zhengming directly knocked the man's wrist with the bottom of his sword.

Li Yun: "Senior Brother, don't..."

Before Yan Zhengming's sword tail could touch the corner of the man's clothes, an invisible force hit his sword sheath, and the force was transmitted to his chest along his hand. Yan Zhengming took three steps back with a blow, his chest was so stuffy that he almost vomited blood.

Li Yun hurriedly helped him from behind: "Senior Brother!"

Yan Zhengming swallowed the sweetness in his throat and stared at the man in a long robe.

The man didn't take him seriously, and opened the fan leisurely, fanned in front of him in a pretentious manner, and wrote the line of words "Think twice before you act" on the fan. He said meaningfully: "Lucky and loss like a person is not the demeanor of being a leader."

The people clearly came to cause trouble for them!

The casual cultivator had already failed in the Qinglong Society test, so he simply gave up. He didn't care that Cheng Qian had only a broken wooden sword in his hand. He even threw the politeness on his face aside and cut it over with one sword.

 It was not until the time was reached. His sword was made from somewhere, with talisman blessings on it. In addition,  The casual cultivator had practiced some strange skills. Before the sword wind arrived, the demon wind that made people's skin hurt had arrived first.

The wooden sword is not a strong piece. Cheng Qian knew that he did not have the skills of his master, so he avoided his sharpness and turned around to move away.

When the casual cultivator saw that he had only retreated and refused to respond, he suddenly got crazy and jumped up and down to use his butterfly-like sword move, forcing Cheng Qian to dodge all over the field.

The robe who stood in front of Yan Zhengming looked at the two of them as if they were playing with monkeys, and said, "The junior brother of the school is not old, but he has the determination to control others."

He sarcastically and sarcastically "praises" Cheng Qian, who would only run away with his head in his arms. Yan Zhengming held the sword's finger joints and turned green. From childhood to adulthood, he has never been bullied like this?

The scattered swordsman in the field pressed step by step and said fiercely: "Is the master sword technique of yourselves teaching you to dodge?"

While speaking, the wooden hairpin on Cheng Qian's head was injured by the ground sword wind he brought up. It was immediately broken into two pieces, and the head was immediately dispersed.

The casual cultivator: "You'd better go back and get breastfeeding...uh!"

Cheng Qian just fought back unexpectedly.

I saw him jump sideways, tap his toes gently on the ground, and then turn around and "Sea Tide Looking at the Moon".

This is the beginning of the Haichao Sword Technique, which is secretly in line with the sound of Jiang Hai waves, and it is a great way to open and close. The wooden sword is like a thousand waves rolling by, and there is a faint thrilling roaring, forcing the casual cultivator to stagnate.

There are two kinds of moves suitable for people. One is a silly and silly style, and I can just try my best to make a fuss. The other is a ruthless and unscrupulous move, such as Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian was very diligent in practicing swords, but he had never fought with people, had no on-the-spot reaction, and he was not good at practicing his moves. Even if the casual cultivator who was knocked down by someone with a knife was not of high level, he could not be a human opponent, so Cheng Qian did not think of retorting the moves from the beginning.

Cheng Qian saw it when he was watching the battle that the swordsman of the casual cultivator was full of craftsmanship, so he took the risk to guess that the other party would not have much change when he started.

He was concentrating on dodging left and right before because he had only prepared one move, just waiting for his opponent to be complacent and take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, and handed that move to his own hands.

The wooden sword accurately tore the sword wind of the casual cultivator, rubbed the edge of the iron sword, and avoided the edge of the sharpness cleanly. With the unique mental method of using talismans to hone the meridians, it thrust hard on the face of the casual cultivator.

Of course, the Wufeng Wooden Sword would not let him splatter blood on the spot, but the casual cultivator was still stunned by the beaten spot. A bloody hole was opened on the corner of his mouth, tearing his two lips into three-petal rabbit mouth, and a purple blood mark left on his face, which swollen into steamed buns in the blink of an eye. I don’t know if his teeth were lost.

Youdao is to hit someone or not in the face, and it was shocking to see everyone in the face.

Even the life who was holding the folding fan was stunned: "What a mean little boy."

Cheng Qian was already a little regretful when he succeeded with one blow, and felt that he was suspected of making things worse.

Therefore, he did not dare to be a little lustful, but just took back the wooden sword expressionlessly, the tip of the sword drooped vertically to show respect, closed his hands, lowered his head and apologized, "I offended you, thank you for your advice."

The casual cultivator covered his face and couldn't speak. The young man holding the folding fan raised his eyebrows, took his Sanshu folding fan back into his palm, and commented as if he was thinking: "It's quite introverted and interesting."

When Cheng Qian lowered his eyes, he glanced at Qinglongtai with his own light. He saw that the guardian was orthogonal to his ears. Tang Wanqiu even showed a little bit of emotion. He then applied the cold sweat from his palm to the hilt of the sword, feeling that he could barely retire.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It's better to cause less trouble in the future and offend less."

But the matter was obviously not over yet. Although Cheng Qian reiterated his respects seriously, when he turned around with the wooden sword, a roar that was not as loud as a human voice came from behind him.

"Little bastard!"

Then, behind him, there was a sharp sound, and Cheng Qian instinctively hid to the other side, but someone in front blocked his way. Cheng Qian had no choice but to pick up the wooden sword in his hand in vain.

When he was , one hand suddenly grabbed his elbow, and Cheng Qian's center of gravity tilted and hit the man's chest. He heard two clear metal collisions in his ears, and a sound of shattering silk. Cheng Qian's pupils suddenly shrank. The casual cultivator who was slapped in public was indignant and drew his swordsman behind him and slashed him. Cheng Qian was pulled away by the senior brother who suddenly rushed out.

Yan Zhengming had no time to unsheath the sword barely knocked the swordsman of the casual cultivator to one side. But the brother Hei Tan of the casual cultivator took advantage of the moment and threw a piece of silver with his strength. Yan Zhengming was wearing the tail of the sword. Yan Zhengming slipped his sword in his hand. The sword that the casual cultivator should have been swept away was tilted by a corner, and it cut through Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

Cheng Qian's eyes turned red in an instant.

Yan Zhengming was furious at first, but before he could get angry, he was defeated by the sharp pain of "seriously injured" - his next move was to draw a sword and chop people, but it failed to take shape because he felt that half of his injured body was powerless.

Of course, people don’t know the reason. In the eyes of others, Yan, who was too young, just kept his sword moving, showing that he was a young man’s composure.

Yan Zhengming took a long breath of cold air without hesitation, and then he spoke slowly: "I have seen it for a long time today."

After the incident reached a very bad point, Tang Wanqiu, next to Qinglongtai, finally spoke.

She was inconvenient to leave Qinglong Platform and stood far away, but her voice came word by word, as if it was exploded in everyone's ears: "The person who was eliminated from the Qinglong test was leaving as soon as possible, and you must not stay there to cause trouble. Where is it!"

Seeing that the people from Qinglong Island had already spoken, the two of them looked at each other and did not dare to continue challenging. They stared at Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming fiercely, hid in the crowd and left.

Yan Zhengming hissed softly, put down Cheng Qian, and gritted his teeth and whispered: "."

Cheng Qian grabbed a corner of his sleeve tightly, and the brocaded clothes almost made his fingers poke a hole. He said in Yan Zhengming's ear indescribable: "I want their lives."

Yan Zhengming was shocked, barely suppressed his grinning expression, and asked with a little facial paralysis: "What did you say?"

Cheng Qian glanced at his bleeding shoulder with red eyes: "One day I will crush them all."

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and slapped him in the back: "Nothing...hiss, oh...that's nonsense to slap your mouth!"

Cheng Qian glanced at him deeply, walked one of his arms around his neck, and supported him back, and did not say anything, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were covered with tender hatred - which meant that he would not say anything, but the account had been engraved into his heart.

Some people with a particularly strong heart seem to have some special ability. No matter how happy or angry he is, as long as someone next to him is more intense than him, he can immediately calm down like help. For example, Yan Zhengming, he seemed to be angry just now. After hearing Cheng Qian's words, he felt that his anger had subsided a lot.

Li Yun hurriedly came over to support Yan Zhengming and liberated Cheng Qian's hand. Cheng Qian followed silently, his eyes never raised, and he looked down at the ground in front of him.

The four of them returned speechlessly to their temporary residence on Qinglong Island.

"Forget it, the copper coins," Yan Zhengming saw that Cheng Qian's face was always wrong, and he was a little afraid that he would really kill and rob, so he advised a little clumsyly, "It was originally the one who slapped someone in the face first, and no one could stand it. When it comes to him, don't let people go."

Li Yun didn't expect that he would still hear the words of the holy light from his elder brother's mouth in his lifetime. He immediately looked at him in horror, raised his hand tremblingly, reached out to touch the elder brother's forehead.

Cheng Qian said nothing.

Yan Zhengming seemed to have something suddenly. He turned half of his body like a zombie, reached out and slightly raised Cheng Qian's chin, and said in surprise: "Oh, Tongqian, are you crying?"
To be continued...