The Sword Cultivator Forced to Transfer

Ye Wushen didn't want to listen to this group of people discussing his height at all, he was so tall!Ah bah, I am still young now, when I grow taller, 1.8 meters!

Oh shit!

What a coincidence, Huo Yao at the edge of the ring thought the same way, and he didn't want to hear that his reputation was ruined.

"Without further ado!"

With a cold face, Ye Wu flicked the spear in his hand, pointed at the young master of the Yan family who was 1.8 meters tall in front of him, and shouted: "Don't think that you are tall, just put your nose on your face, if you have the ability, come and see the truth!"

"..." Yan Ning.

No, no, I'm not.

He frowned tightly, wanting to justify, I don't think I'm tall.

Does that mean I'm short?

After all, Yan Ning still has a bit of emotional intelligence, he didn't say this, he thought to himself, looking at the situation, it's useless to say anything, it's better to have a fight, and apologize sincerely after the winner is decided.

make sense...

If he is like this, he will really have no friends.

↑ To put it another way, isn't it, are you convinced by the fight?

"Also ask Young Master Huo for advice!"

Yan Ning also held Fang Tian's painted halberd, posed in a fighting posture, and said to Ye Wuchen in front of him.

At this moment--

The wind does not move.

And the next second.

People moved!

Almost at the same time, the two people on the ring started their hands at the same time.

The long spear pierced the sky, roaring away with a shuddering murderous aura.

But the heavy Fang Tian painted halberd was light and fast in Yan Ning's hands, sending and receiving freely, breaking through the wind again and again, setting off waves of frenzy.

on the ring.

"Huo Yao" and Yan Ning fought in a group, stalemate, you come and go, and they fought evenly.

Like tigers and leopards, dragons and phoenixes, no one loses.

The eyes of everyone in the arena were full of astonishment, and they said in amazement, "I didn't expect that Young Master Huo, who looks so weak, can fight so well!"

"You can't judge people by their appearance!"

"..."

"..."

Everyone said that they looked at "Huo Yao" with admiration.

And in the ring.

Yan Ning became more and more amazed as he fought, Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand swung fiercely, and he thought to himself, this man's attack is so fierce and domineering.

The momentum is strong, but fearless, revealing the arrogance and uninhibitedness of being the only one in the world.

Murder is everywhere.

This is not the Huo family gun.

That's definitely not the case with the Huo family gun.

So, who is this person in front of you?

Who is fighting him?

Yan Ning raised his head, and glanced at "Huo Yao" who was attacking with a gun in front of him, and was pressing at every step. The long gun in his hand seemed to have changed.

It's more like a sword than a gun.

Stronger than a gun, a domineering sword.

For a moment-

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Yan Ning's eyes, and he looked at "Huo Yao" in front of him again, his eyes changed, it was him!

This Huo Yao is not that Huo Yao, but...

Ye Shenguang!

These three words flashed in his mind.

I had heard that Ye Shenguang came from a family of sword cultivators. He had learned swordsmanship since he was a child, and he switched to piano practice when he reached the age of Taoism.

And the rumored Ye Shenguang is just a teenager, and his body is thinner and thinner than that of an adult, short...

Everything is unreasonable, and under the premise that the person in front of him is Ye Shenguang, it is all reasonable.

That's it, Yan Ning thought, Ye Shenguang, whom those people couldn't find everywhere, was right in front of him, pressing every step of the way!

In Yan Ning's eyes that were first puzzled, suspicious, and finally enlightened, Ye Wuchen knew that he already knew who he was.

Not surprisingly, it was exposed!

Can't hide it from experts.

Ye Wuchen just learned how to use marksmanship all night, at most they resemble each other in appearance, but not in spirit. Spears and swords are different in essence and meaning.

He has practiced the way of the sword for many years, and he has never slackened up to this day. He has already been marked with the way of the sword.

Even if the sword in his hand is replaced by a gun, it is still a sword.

Besides the Huo family, Yan Ning is the person who knows the Huo family's gun the most, so why can't he see through it?

"He won't say anything, even if he finds out."

Last night, Huo Yao said to Ye Wuchen so firmly.

And Yan Ning in front of him was indeed as he said, after discovering the truth, he just frowned and didn't reveal anything more.

The offensive in his hands is even worse, and he is dedicated to dealing with him.

What is this called?

Is the person who knows you best in the world your opponent?

Thinking of this, Ye Wushen raised an interesting arc at the corner of his mouth. Seeing that he had been seen through, he didn't hide his clumsy disguise, so he simply let go of his hands and feet, and had a good time.

His gun was faster, not as fast as a gun, but light and sharp, like a sharp silver sword drawn out of its sheath.

It hit like a storm, with a biting killing intent and cold air, penetrating into the bone marrow, and it continued continuously without the slightest gap.

With such an offensive, Yan Ning didn't even have a chance to catch his breath, he could only block non-stop.

The front is pressing every step of the way, but we can only keep retreating.

"Yan Ning is going to lose."

Huo Yao, who was far away from the arena, looked at the situation on the stage, with a faint smile on his lips, and said, "He has turned from offense to defense, and for him, this means losing."

"On the battlefield, don't give up an inch of ground. Once you retreat, even an inch, it means defeat."

"Ye Shenguang is the fiercest and most powerful attacker, but Yan Ning lacks the one-sidedness to never return."

-

on the ring.

"I lost."

Yan Ning, who had been breached and pointed a spear at his forehead, said to "Huo Yao" in front of him in a calm and flat voice.

Ye Wuchen, who was standing with a long gun in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him who had surrendered, raised the corners of his mouth, and said happily, "I have accepted."

Victory and defeat.

Under the arena, the audience was silent, followed by an uproar.

"Damn it, Young Master Huo is really a man! Not only is he admiring him, he's shocked my eyes, he's a real man, a tough guy, iron-blooded!"

"Handsome, I can't close my legs. Although I'm short, no, I'm a little petite... But it's just right for a hug, just enough to hug my arms, and it's also very interesting!"

"you are dead……"

"you are dead……"

"I have to say, I'm going to die..."

To die!

Just thinking about that picture... nosebleeds gushed out.

Bleed to death.

In this heated discussion and commotion, there was only one person who remained as motionless as a mountain.

His face was blank.

That is……

Du He.

Our treasurer Du.

I saw him with a bloody expression on his face, looking up, his eyes couldn't hide the surging and complicated emotions in his heart, staring at the stage, the newly released new generation of male god "Huo Yao", Young Master Huo.

Are those people blind...

This, this, this guy is clearly... clearly that kid Ye Shenguang!

Look, he is half a head shorter than Huo Yao!

Du He once caught a glimpse of Huo Yao from a distance. Although it was just a profile, at least Huo Yao was a grown man, with a slender height of 1.8 meters.

And this person in front of him...

Du He swears with his different pupils, which are naturally better than ordinary people, that guy on the stage must have put on height-enhancing insoles!

-

He is everywhere.

Seeing "Huo Yao" winning on the stage, Du He said with emotion in his heart.

This guy who made the world of comprehension so stormy finally stirred up the muddy waters in Jiangzuo City.

Not what I expected.

As early as when he heard that Ye Shenguang was coming to Jiangzuo City, Du He had a premonition in his heart.

When he was young, he had met Ye Shenguang once. At that time, Ye Shenguang, who was only in his teens, could already control the situation and manipulate people's hearts.

Today, even more so.

The power of one person can stir up the situation in the world and shake the kingship.

That's it, that's it.

It's rare to be confused.

Anyway, the affairs of those big men have nothing to do with him as a small business owner. On the bright side, if Young Master Huo wins, the position of Major General Jiang Zuocheng will not be changed, so the money he spent earlier was not in vain, right?

Du He thought with such relief in his heart.

And in the arena.

Probably because the gaze of someone in the audience was too strong, and they stared at him for too long.

Ye Wushen noticed this warm and persistent gaze, turned his head, and glanced at the audience.

Just happened to look at Du He's entangled and finally relieved eyes, he was suddenly surprised, he found out?

Huo Yao clearly said that this skillful hand has no flaws.

Judging from the appearance, it will never be seen through.

"Anyway, not many people have seen me. I have always lived in seclusion, and no one will doubt it." Huo Yao's original words.

"The person under the stage is born with different pupils, and can see things that ordinary people can't see."

Knowing the sea, Fuxi suddenly said.

"Hey, what kind of golden eyes, hellish mandarin duck eyes?" Ye Wu said curiously.

"...It's yin-yang mandarin duck eyes." Fuxi twitched his mouth and corrected, and then continued, "That person's eyes are probably not so strange, but his natural vision is better than ordinary people, and he can see things that ordinary people can't see and ignore. For example, see through the disguise."

"Understood, it's equivalent to a cat's eye, right?" Ye Wushen said.

"Hehe, you've been discovered." Feng San, who couldn't hold back her loneliness, also jumped out, gloating and said, "Then what should I do!"

"..." Ye Wu Shen.

You don't hide your gloating.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said: "Don't worry about him, look at him like that, he's a smart man, he won't say anything."

However, Ye Wuchen still wrote down the appearance of the person in the audience.

↑Don't expect, decades have passed, he can still remember that mediocre passerby Fatty A in the secret realm of the Immortal Mansion back then.

-

"You are strong."

Yan Ning took back the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, looked at Ye Wushen and said, "But next time, I still hope to fight against Young Master Huo."

Except for Ye Wuchen on the stage, and Du He on the edge of the ring, oh, and Du He who saw the truth below the ring, no one could understand what he said.

It was only Yan Ning who refused to admit defeat and invited Young Master Huo to fight again.

As for Huo Yao's identity, Ye Wuchen looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "How dare you bully the sick?"

Hearing this, everyone burst out laughing.

Everyone laughed when he was joking, "That's right, our young master Huo is just a sick child who can fight all directions by himself."

"If you bully a sick child, you will be beaten right away!"

"..."

"..."

Yan Ning understood Ye Wuchen's subtext, glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and strode away.

In the distance, Young Master Zhenhuo at the edge of the ring looked at someone on the stage who was so happy that he would die if he was not skinny.

-

If you want to say who is the most angry when Huo Yao wins, it must be King Jiangzuo.

Before the match, Jiang Zuo Wang, who had a complacent and confident face, now had a gloomy face and was out of breath. His face was so dark that ink dripped out.

"Unexpectedly, Young Master Huo is hiding everything."

Jiang Zuo Wang had a gloomy face, and said to "Huo Yao" in a bad tone.

And Ye Wuchen, who was wearing Huo Yao's shell, also replied with a half-hearted smile, "Where, there, there is only a few taels of meat hidden."

"..." Jiang Zuo Wang.

Hey, no.

I'm picking on you, making things difficult for you, making things difficult for you, what are you doing, what are you doing...

Just drive without a word!

He thinks he is cunning and calculating, and the city is extremely deep, but his face is still thicker than the current young King Jiangzuo, and suddenly he is Sparta.

An old face, red.

Huo Yao in the distance...

Huo Yao became angry from embarrassment, looking for a knife, knife, my knife!

MMP, I can't kill that little rascal.

Taking advantage of Jiang Zuo Wang being stupid and unable to recover, Ye Wushen swaggered around and left.

hum!

Anyway, if it's not my own face, I don't want it.

Lost, lost.