[Lu Xiaofeng Sword III] The Emei faction is playing a big game of chess

The private room on the second floor of Zuixian Building.

The tables and chairs near the stairway were overturned, and the unused dishes that were originally placed on the table were spilled on the ground. The shape could no longer be seen, and the wreckage was in a mess.The tables and chairs in the hall on the second floor were almost empty, but the hall was not empty.

There were people in the lobby, a lot of people.It's just that these "many" people all squeezed into the corner, and the fear and horror in their eyes had not dissipated, and they all aimed at the direction of the south window.The entire hall was silent, and a needle could be heard.

In the direction where everyone was looking at, a young man in white was standing in front of the table, his back was straight, his face was flushed red, his right hand was tightly holding the saber at his waist, his whole body was tense, and his whole body was sharp. It is full of eagerness to try, like a long sword that needs to be unsheathed.

It's just that when this kind of aura faced the man in front of him, he was suppressed and fell down.If Lin Zhiyuan standing in front of the table is an unparalleled sharp sword crafted by a famous craftsman with painstaking efforts, then the man in white who is sitting at the table casually holding a cup of tea is the ancient sword. It is a famous sword, such as Chi Xiao and Zhan Lu. Just a name can frighten the world, and if it is not mentioned, it will already shock the world.

Such a gap is not only created by time and experience. The top swordsman and the peerless swordsman are only one step away, but there are as many young geniuses who have emerged in the entire rivers and lakes for hundreds of years as crucian carp crossing the river. One step at a time, but there are only two people in the past hundred years.

Talent is something that sounds absurd, but it does exist.Not everyone can become Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuuxue.

Looking at the young man standing in front of the table, Ye Zhiran sighed softly.The light in his eyes was too hot and hot, even though his body started to tremble under the pressure of the man opposite him, his legs didn't take a step back.

In all fairness, Ye Zhiran admired his courage, but she didn't appreciate it at all.Lin Zhiyuan, the head disciple of the Diancang School, is a young genius who is as famous as her third senior brother Su Shaoying in their generation.But after seeing him today, she felt that he was far inferior to her third senior brother.Not to mention the gap in swordsmanship, if the third senior brother Su Shaoying met Ye Gucheng here today, he might come forward to salute or humbly ask for advice, but he would definitely not challenge him in public.

This kind of behavior is courageous at best, but courting death at worst.A person with real potential would never do such a meaningless act of courting death.If you die, you will never be a top swordsman.

What's more, she looked up at Ye Gucheng who was quietly drinking tea with his head down.Whether he will agree to such a challenge is still a matter of opinion.At least based on her understanding of City Lord Ye, since he despised Lin Zhiyuan's swordsmanship just now, he should never have any interest in drawing his sword at all.

As Ye Zhiran expected, Ye Gucheng finished his tea in a leisurely manner, put down his teacup and picked up the bamboo chopsticks on the table, as if he didn't see the people at the table at all, his movements were graceful and indifferent.

Ye Zhiran looked sympathetically at Lin Zhiyuan, whose face was flushed and his body was getting stiffer.Although since she got to know Ye Gucheng, Lord Ye has always acted... seemingly, quite easy to talk to.

But that's just for her.

For other people who don't care, the city owner's performance will always be indifferent and alienated thousands of miles away.Even, in his Gujing Wubo's eyes, no one can be found.

As the lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng is certainly not uncommon, and he is not good at dealing with people.He just doesn't need to.His strength and status determined that he didn't need to talk to anyone he wasn't interested in.

So if he is not interested, he can ignore it.Ignore it arrogantly and domineeringly.

When Ye Zhiran recalled their first meeting countless times, she wanted to sigh how she fell into Ye Gucheng's eyes at that time.The luck value of my life is definitely used up at that moment!

Looking up again at the hard-working child who was still stuck in place, Ye Zhiran coughed lightly. After all, she couldn't bear it at all, and opened her mouth, "My lord..."

Ye Gucheng raised her eyes and glanced at her, and Miss Ye slightly turned her eyes to indicate to the hard-working young man on the left that the anger gushing out of his eyes was almost condensed into substance, but he couldn't make a sound under Ye Gucheng's coercion.

"Aren't you..." Just open your mouth and let him walk away smoothly?It's not easy for her to eat here! (…)

Ye Gucheng put down the bamboo chopsticks and thought for a moment, then nodded lightly, "Okay."

Ye Zhiran breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw the swordsman in white clothes like snow standing up slowly, turned to Lin Zhiyuan who had been standing still for a while, with her thin lips slightly parted, "Let's unleash the sword."

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Second Olympics! ! !

This is the development of God horse? !What kind of development? !Didn't he let him go?Why did it turn into a duel!Lord City Master, what do you understand? !Their brains are not on one frequency, are they?The brain waves are completely reversed, right? !

In an instant, Ye Zhiran's sister was in a mess.But before she opened her mouth to stop him, a certain young man surnamed Lin's eyes lit up, and he quickly raised his hand and drew his sword, without giving anyone a chance to react.Miss Ye could only watch helplessly as Ye Gucheng's fingers touched the hilt of the sword, a cold light flashed by, and only two words he dropped lightly remained in her ears.

"Good."

What do you like?Are you optimistic about how you stabbed someone to death with a sword? !

Although she was very depressed, Ye Zhiran stood up immediately, her eyes followed the white figure closely, not letting go of his slightest move.Trying to save the tragic future of Lin Zhiyuan's soul who died under the sword.

However, after two moves, Ye Zhiran frowned slightly.She stared intently into the arena, feeling as if something was wrong.The sword energy was flying horizontally and her clothes were flying. The two people in the arena were still fighting, but her face gradually sank.

They are still fighting, which in itself is the most wrong place.Based on her understanding of Ye Gucheng's strength, there is no need for a second sword to deal with Lin Zhiyuan.But at this time, the situation of the match in the arena is that you come and go, which is quite exciting.

Quite exciting?Ye Gucheng and Lin Zhiyuan?What international joke? !

Ye Zhiran paid close attention to the arena, quickly analyzing the fight between the two in her mind, and after a while, her brows relaxed.Then, with a look of sympathy to pity, he looked at the young man whose face was gradually becoming pale as paper.

He probably would rather Ye Gucheng stab him to death as soon as he came up.

Since the Panlong Eighteen Swords is a high-level product of the Dian Cang School that is only handed down to the direct disciples of the master, the level of swordsmanship is naturally not low.But at this moment, in his hands, it seems to be worse than the ostentation of the rivers and lakes, with shortcomings and flaws everywhere.Compared with the sharpness and sharpness when he played against Sun Laosan just now, it almost seems to have changed completely.

Lin Zhiyuan's forehead was covered with sweat, and his right hand holding the sword was almost numb.After fighting Ye Gucheng for only a moment, he was as exhausted as if he had fought with someone for three days and three nights, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.But his sword moves continued, and his movements didn't stop.It's not that he doesn't want to stop, but that the person opposite doesn't let him stop.His sword is still in his hand, but it is no longer under his control.Is this the gap between him and top swordsmen?The expression in Lin Zhiyuan's eyes gradually became desperate.

Staring closely at the tricks on the field, Ye Zhiran didn't turn her gaze, her expression was extremely serious.The two people who are fighting in the arena can no longer be regarded as a duel.This was just a one-sided teaching battle, and the target of the teaching was naturally not Lin Zhiyuan who was forced to totter and exhausted, but her standing on the sidelines.

The sword moves of Panlong Eighteen Swords were broken one by one, and it was clear at a glance where there was a murderous intention and where was a flaw.The best way to get familiar with how to deal with a set of swordsmanship is to fight with others in person, the more you fight, the more familiar you become.But when a top swordsman shows you his sword moves one by one directly in front of you, you can almost completely skip this step.

This is simply a foul.

Ye Zhiran looked at it seriously.A peerless expert at the level of Ye Gucheng personally gave her the opportunity to teach her experience in fighting the enemy, of course she must be serious.

However, while quickly analyzing the experience of learning moves, a slight doubt crossed her heart.

Is it a little urgent for the city lord to be like this?

Panlong's Eighteen Swords had been used completely, a cold light suddenly appeared in the silent hall, and turned into a stream of light that pierced Lin Zhiyuan's throat.Ye Zhiran's eyes widened suddenly, and she hurriedly said, "Wait!" Her right hand quickly brushed across the table, and she pulled out a bamboo chopstick with her backhand.

There was a crisp "ding", followed by the crackling sound of bamboo chopsticks being inserted into the wood.The cold long sword stopped half an inch from the neck, and the escaping sword energy drew a small bloodstain on the fragile throat.The half of the bamboo chopsticks cut off by the sharp sword energy fell to the ground with a "snap", rolled, and finally stopped slowly.

The white-clothed swordsman raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the bamboo chopsticks were shooting, with a cold expression on his face.

Everything happened in a flash, Ye Zhiran blinked and couldn't react.She lowered her head to look at her right hand, her slender white fingers were pinching a blue chopstick, which was the one she had just pulled out from the chopstick holder.

It wasn't her who just shot.

"City Lord Ye."

A strange young man in white stood beside the only table that was still in good condition at the stairs, looking at Ye Gucheng with a smile on his face, holding a folding fan in his left hand, and his right hand hanging down naturally on the hilt of his waist.And on the table behind him, there was only one pair of chopsticks that was randomly thrown on the table.

It's still popular to wear white clothes this year, how come one and two are white clothes!Ye Zhiran's eyes turned around the strange young man who suddenly appeared, looking up and down.This person... the girl in pink frowned slightly.

This person... gave her a bad feeling.

The white clothes and the folding fan are two of the most pretentious equipment in history, none of them!If you pretend well, you will be a gentleman of a noble family with a temperament like jade, and if you pretend not well, you will be a playboy who walks the dog and listens to plays.The person in front of him naturally belonged to the former.

However, she couldn't find a trace of the gentleness and indifference of a modest gentleman in him.Although he was smiling and his words were very polite, his arrogance and conceit were everywhere in his body.

To be proud in front of Ye Gucheng is really a ridiculous thing to say.But he was able to give people a natural feeling that he should have been like this, no matter who he was in front of.

Ye Zhiran has known City Lord Ye for so long, and so far only Lu Xiaofeng and the protagonists in the original novel have been able to stand in front of him without being overwhelmed by his natural aura.This strange young man has not come out for the time being, but he can not lose the wind in the slightest.Lin Zhiyuan, who was curled up on the ground at the corner, was instantly reduced to scum by the powerful aura of the two of them.

It seems like a long time, and it seems that there is only a short moment.The two looked at each other staggered.The young man in white lowered his eyes slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his lips remained unchanged.Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew his sword and looked back.

Ye Zhiran froze for a moment, then quickly realized and walked towards him.Then he followed Ye Gucheng and walked downstairs slowly.When passing by the young man in white, Ye Zhiran glanced back at him.But he saw that strange young man looking at him with a smile on his lips, the expression in his eyes was unpredictable.She frowned and turned her head away from him.

His eyes fell on the straight white back in front of him, Ye Zhiran's brows still did not loosen, and there was a slight ripple in his eyes.

Is it an illusion?It always feels like the City Lord knows that person.

The slender figure turned around the corner of the stairs and was completely covered by layers of pillars.The young man in white finally withdrew his gaze, and his gaze swept across Lin Zhiyuan who was leaning against the pillar at the corner of the wall without any fluctuation.He slowly moved towards the direction of the stairs, and the moment he passed by, he lightly dropped two words.

"waste."

Lin Zhiyuan's face turned pale instantly.