Comprehensive martial arts: The romantic young master

"rest assured."

Duan Yu stroked Lin Xianer's hair: "In my opinion, Jellyfish Yinji is just a woman. One day I will bring her back to Dali."

Lin Xianer understood what Duan Yu meant, and she suddenly felt happy. She very much hoped that Duan Yu could kill Jellyfish Yinji or conquer the entire Shenshui Palace!

Because only in this way can Lin Xianer gain true freedom.

She was originally known as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world and lived like a fish in the world. All kinds of heroes and young talents would pay any price for her, which greatly satisfied Lin Xianer's heart.

But later, her stunning appearance was noticed by Jellyfish Yinji. Although Jellyfish Yinji did not take her back to Shenshui Palace, she regarded her as his own woman and warned her not to try to do the same things as before.

From then on, Lin Xianer felt like her hands and feet were bound. No matter what she did, she felt a pair of eyes staring at her.

This made Lin Xianer's spirit even collapse for a time. Until she came to Dali and met Duan Yu and Sikong Zhaixing, the feeling of being stared at disappeared instantly, as if the person staring at her did not dare to appear in front of Duan Yu and Sikong Zhaixing. It was the same in front of Sikong Zhaixing.

Lin Xianer instantly felt that she had found a savior, so she howled loudly that day, as if venting her anger, both for herself and for those eyes.

She didn't know if those eyes were those of Jellyfish Yinji, but she knew in her heart that there would definitely be a battle between Duan Yu and Jellyfish Yinji!

And she was very confident in Duan Yu. No matter what he used to fight, Duan Yu would definitely defeat Jellyfish Yin Ji.

And she was free - she didn't think Duan Yu, who had so many women, would focus on keeping her alone.

"Of course, the person I trust most in the world is Duan Lang. Of course, that crazy woman Jellyfish Yinji is no match for Duan Lang."

Lin Xian'er smiled at Duan Yu, as beautiful as a fairy.

Duan Yu responded to her with the solemn sound of Buddha's trumpet.

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early morning,

Wuliang Mountain, Wuliang Palace.

There are two people sitting on the left and right of the first seat of Wuliang Palace.

One is a middle-aged Taoist nun in her early forties who still retains her charm. She is Xin Shuangqing, the leader of the Western Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

The other one was an old man in his sixties with white hair and a childish face. He was Zuo Zimu, the leader of the East Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

The two of them sat on one side and the other on the left, all watching the sword competition in the palace with concentration, but there was a hint of uneasiness between their eyebrows.

Sitting on the brocade benches on both sides below are several rows of martial arts figures. Although they are not very famous, they are all people who have done well in the Yundian area.

This time, I was invited by the Wuliang Sword Sect to witness a competition.

On the field, the East Sect and the West Sect each sent out a disciple to fight with swords. The two of them were going back and forth, waving their swords in the wind, and in the blink of an eye they had exchanged dozens of moves.

Gradually, the Xizong disciples lost their strength and showed signs of failure.

Everyone could see that Dong Zong was going to win this competition.

However, at this time,

A disciple of the Dong Sect suddenly rushed in in a panic, interrupted the competition, and immediately attracted everyone's attention: "Sect Master, it's not good!"

As soon as this disciple spoke, Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect, immediately thought of the worst thing: "What happened, what happened!"

The disciple hurriedly reported: "Beizong! The people from Beizong are back!"

Is it really Beizong? !

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing were both stunned at this moment.

They had long heard that there was a man who claimed to be the North Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect in the Dali Kingdom, and he had extremely exquisite swordsmanship. Although he undoubtedly lost to Duan Yu in the end, this did not mean that he His martial arts skills are not high.

At least with his "Flying Shadow Style", even Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing might not be able to handle it together.

So when Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing heard the news, it could be said that they were all feeling bad. They couldn't swallow anything and had no energy to do anything. They were worried that people from Beizong would come to the competition to cause trouble.

However, the Wuliang Sword Sect Competition is a rule passed down for many years, and they have to compete, so the two of them are on tenterhooks.

When he heard the disciple's report, his eyelids jumped in shock.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Xin Shuangqing hasn't called Senior Brother Zuo Zimu for many years, but now he has to.

Zuo Zimu shook his head slightly, and unknowingly stood at the same place as Xin Shuangqing: "I heard that he has understood the true meaning of infinite swordsmanship. I am afraid that his martial arts achievements have already far surpassed ours..."

"Zuo Zimu, you are quite self-aware. In that case, why not give up the Infinite Palace as soon as possible?"

Zhou Ziming's voice suddenly came loudly from outside Wuliang Palace, interrupting Zuo Zimu's words.

Everyone in the palace couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound, and then their breathing stopped.

Because they have never seen such a beautiful woman.

It was so beautiful that they even forgot to breathe.

Of course, this beautiful woman is Lin Xianer.

Although Lin Xianer was following Duan Yu and Zhou Ziming, no one could help but notice her.

Every smile, every move of hers showed a wonderful and magical temptation all the time.

Even in the face of a formidable enemy, Zuo Zimu, who should have been gritting his teeth, stared at the face of Lin Xianer's character with wide eyes.

For a moment, the place was silent as the Beizong group walked in.

All eyes were fixed on Lin Xian'er, including admiration, lust, disbelief, jealousy and hatred.

Because of Lin Xian'er's appearance, all the female disciples present were eclipsed. Of course, they would not be charmed by Lin Xian'er, so their eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred towards this incredible beauty.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a long time,

Zhou Ziming had already spoken under Duan Yu's eyes. He looked around at the guests invited by the Wuliang Sword Sect and said:

"Everyone, I think everyone already knows about my Beizong and the Wuliang Sword Sect. This time I come back to bring the Beizong back to the Wuliang Sword Sect. I hope you can all be witnesses!"

After hearing Zhou Ziming's words, all the guests calmed down, but their eyes were still looking at Lin Xian'er reluctantly:

"Oh, it turns out he is the leader of the Northern Sect. I have admired him for a long time."

"This is a household matter of the Wuliang Sword Sect. It's not easy for outsiders like me to get involved..."

"That's wrong. Since the North Sect's leader sincerely invites us, how can we not give him this face?"

"That's right. The sect leader is a talented person, and he is a great person at first glance."

Everyone's words to each other are basically face-saving words.

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing, on the other hand, had pale faces and secretly cursed these people who followed the trend.