Zaisuke

"I also like this sword."

Xin Qihao was holding the long sword in his hand, and Ji Rong tapped on the blade with his fingers.

Hum - a sword blew.

"But I have already recognized the master with a drop of blood, little brother, there are still many swords in this sword valley, you can find another suitable one." Xin Qihao said.

"Recognize the Lord with blood? Then see if it listens to you." Ji Rong said.

Holding the sword in his left hand, he pinched out Yu Jian's sword with his right hand. Xin Qihao let go of his left hand, and the long sword slid down his hand, and the hilt fell to the ground with a bang.

Xin Qihao's expression changed for a while, he stretched out his hand to pick up the long sword, and said to Ji Rong: "You really underestimated Your Excellency, that you can easily erase the marks imprinted on the magic weapon by others."

Ji Rong smiled and said nothing, and gestured please to Xin Qihao.

In order to make it easier for the disciples to compete and compete, the school field is on the outskirts of Sword Valley, near the rock wall of the valley on the left.

It is said to be the school ground, but it is just a huge stone block like a millstone, with circular patterns engraved on it.

When Ji Rong and Xin Qihao stepped onto the school grounds, some outer disciples recognized Ji Rong, waved to Ji Rong, and found a seat outside the school grounds.

Hao Tongren, who accompanied the door to choose the sword, was dragged to sit down together.

Xin Qihao took out the sword that was carried behind him from its scabbard, held the hilt with both hands, and opened his attacking posture.

Ji Rong put two fingers together, using his fingers as a sword, stretched out in front of him.

Ji Rong's posture made Hao Tongren feel dazed. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it.

Xin Qihao and Ji Rong moved at the same time. Xin Qihao, who held the sword in both hands, swung the long sword in a circle in the air, held it high by his side, and slashed towards Ji Rong with luck in his dantian.

Ji Rong's pace was slower than that of Hao Tongren, and he only took a step when Hao Tongren rushed in front of him.

The slender fingers of jade collided with the long sword. Hao Tongren stood up and dared to touch the sword with his fingers. In the same state, if Ji Rong didn't have spiritual skills in his hands, he would be chopped off twice. finger.

Spiritual skills and kung fu complement each other, kung fu is internal training, and spiritual skills are external training, which are used for monks to prepare for offense and defense.

He raised his fingers and touched Xin Qihao's long sword lightly. Xin Qihao was laughing at Ji Rongtuo in his heart, but with all his strength, the sword's edge couldn't cut the slightest.

Ji Rong bent his legs and kicked Xin Qihao's chest. Before Xin Qihao could defend himself, his body flew backwards due to the strength of his chest, and he landed outside the school field with his sword.

The outcome has been decided, and the disciples who watched the young man dealt with the opponent so neatly cheered and applauded Ji Rong, winning the game!

Calmly retracting his legs, the hem of his clothes fell, Ji Rong said: "Accept."

Song Xiner ran over and helped Xin Qihao who fell to the ground, "Brother Hao, are you okay?"

Xin Qihao's face was ugly, and he stared at Ji Rong with perfect eyes, "Impossible, how is it possible, how can you knock me back with one move, how can your fingers hold the sword edge, it's impossible!"

"You have a problem!" With Song Xiner's support, Xin Qihao stood up and pointed at Ji Rong.

Ignoring Xin Qihao's questioning, Ji Rong walked down the school grounds. Some of the onlookers looked in the direction Ji Rong was walking, and stood up one by one, respectfully saying: "Seat."

Ji Rong and the onlookers said to Qin Fengzhi and Wen Yiye together: "Your seat."

Qin Fengzhi didn't look at Ji Rong, but turned to look at Xin Qihao. After he had been raised for such a long time, Ji Rong's health was better, and the aloof Chief Qin's words of reproach fell on Ji Rong.

"Are you hurt?"

"kindness?"

"Without my consent, you are not allowed to go down the mountain."

"Junior Brother Qin, what are you doing so harshly? Ji Rong..." Wen Yiye didn't finish his sentence, saw the cold light in Qin Fengzhi's eyes, and then patted Ji Rong on the shoulder, "He is doing it for your own good, I'll go back and see you."

Ji Rong also turned his eyes to look at Xin Qihao, which really gave Qin Fengzhi a good reason to make use of the topic, and he left him in Yuan Baofeng for a little longer.

This is the prerogative of these sons, right? They can casually get to know a big shot like Yifeng Zuotou. Even if he has strong skills, he still can't hold his head up in front of big shots like them.

The martial arts in his body flowed violently, Xin Qihao's expression changed, became fierce, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior, he has a problem."

"Our two cultivation bases are similar, but his movements are much faster than mine. Before I could react, he kicked me out."

"Not only that, he also took my sword edge with two fingers, he must be hiding his cultivation."

"More than that, please take a look at the wound on my hand. I will recognize the master with blood dripping from the sword. After he knocks it once, the mark of recognizing the master with blood dripping will be erased."

"I suspect that he hid his cultivation and sneaked into Hongping Dao, planning something."

Xin Qihao's words were very upright, with a look of hatred and hatred.

Ji Rong turned his head and glanced in Xin Qihao's direction, then walked behind Qin Fengzhi.

"Hey, what do you mean by hiding behind the head!" Xin Qihao said, showing disdain for Ji Rong.

Reaching out to hug Qin Fengzhi's waist from behind, Ji Rong revealed half of his handsome face from under Qin Fengzhi's sleeve, with Qin Fengzhi's sleeve resting on his head.

Ji Rong said: "Whoever said that I did those things just now, they were all done by Chief Qin. He is very afraid that I will get hurt again, and it will be troublesome to take care of me."

"Why does Chief Qin take care of you!" Xin Qihao said.

"Ask him!" Ji Rong said.

From Qin Fengzhi's graceful figure facing the wind to his stern profile, Xin Qihao turned his head decisively, no matter how hard he felt that he couldn't afford it!

"Then you lost the competition, the sword is still mine!" Xin Qihao said.

"If you lose, you lose, and the sword is yours." Ji Rong said.

Ji Rong's indifferent attitude made Xin Qihao angry, he really didn't believe that the dignified leader would do such a thing.

It's good to have Qin Fengzhi, it's the first time Ji Rong thinks so.

Qin Fengzhi put one hand on the boy's head, and Ji Rong let out a ouch.

Qin Fengzhi said: "I am not strict in discipline, I make you laugh."

"Sir Wen, give Duan Kun the information about this matter and ask him to come to Yuanbao Peak." After leaving these words, Qin Fengzhi left with Ji Rong Yujian in his hand.

Wen Yiye looked around the audience, Qin Fengzhi's words sounded right, and it was the people present who were wrong.

Wen Yiye walked in front of Xin Qihao, put his arm around Xin Qihao's shoulders, patted hard, and said: "You have been wronged, come with me, let's tell Duan Kun about this, he will definitely give you justice."

......

The employer was happy for a while, but afterwards... Ji Rong rubbed his ass, he was thrown into Xize Palace by Qin Fengzhi.

Qin Fengzhi stepped into Xize Hall, a tall and slender figure walked past the door, with a flick of his sleeves, the door of Xize Hall slammed shut.

"Angry?"

"Think I'm using you?"

Saying that, Ji Rong got up from the ground, Qin Fengzhi said to restrict his freedom, he had to return no matter what.

"Ji Rong, I didn't know you were so courageous."

Qin Fengzhi's sword-browed and phoenix eyes showed no anger, and his words were flat and indifferent.

Ji Rong snorted coldly, "So, it's troublesome to take care of me, it's you who are making trouble for yourself."

Qin Fengzhi raised his hand, unsheathed a long sword, and flew straight towards Ji Rong.

As soon as his steps changed, Ji Rong retreated, and his back slammed into the pillars in Xize Hall.

And the long sword was pressed against Ji Rong's fair neck, really avoiding danger.

Stepping gracefully, Qin Fengzhi walked up to Ji Rong, held the hilt of his sword, and laid it across Ji Rong's neck.

Ji Rongben panted with his head down, calming down his shortness of breath due to the thrill just now.

The sword edge pressed against Ji Rong's chin, causing Ji Rong to slowly raise his head, and looked at Qin Fengzhi, his eyes did not flicker at all.

The icy edge of the sword was raised, forcing Ji Rong's chin to rise by two points.

Qin Fengzhi propped himself on the pillar in the hall with one hand, and held the long sword in front of Ji Rong's neck in the other, trapping Ji Rong in front of him.

Leaning over, Qin Fengzhi whispered in Ji Rong's ear:

"You are like a sheep entering the wolf's mouth, but you don't know it."

"Little Lamb."

Throwing the long sword to the ground with the backhand, the blade plunged into the ground obliquely.

He approached Ji Rong for another two minutes, put his hand on the side of Ji Rong's face, and a kiss of water fell on Ji Rong's pale lips.

His eyes widened slowly, Ji Rong couldn't think for a while.

Pushing his hand on Qin Fengzhi's shoulder, Qin Fengzhi was obediently pushed out by him. There seemed to be a slight smile in his phoenix eyes, and he rubbed his fingertips on his thin lips.