Emperor Yutianwu

Walking in Qingfeng City, Chu Yan walked to the city lord's mansion without realizing it. Now it was a swordsmanship exchange meeting.

The swordsmanship exchange meeting is not about picking out soldiers and eliminating them through auditions. Since it has the name of exchange, it is naturally focused on exchanges. Hundreds of disciples of the sword sect compete with each other here to learn the sword. Therefore, every day, the city lord’s mansion There are hundreds of duels on the central sword platform, which are very exciting.

Chu Yan, Qing Yi, and Tuo Bakuo came outside the sword platform and found a secluded place to sit down. There were two sword cultivators dueling on the sword platform. One of them was Zixia Sword Master's disciple: Feng Xi. The other one is a disciple of the Xishan Sword Sect. Both of them are at the fourth level of the Emperor, and their swords are shining brightly into the sky.

The disciple of Xishan Jianmen named Lu Meng has gained the upper hand, and the oppressive beauty is retreating steadily.

But just when everyone thought that Lu Meng would deliver a fatal blow to the opponent, the sword in his hand turned and suddenly failed. He took a few steps back and shook his head to himself: "Oh... I still can't get down after all. Hands."

Immediately, he looked at the manager of the sword platform not far away: "Senior, I admit defeat in this battle."

After saying this, Lu Meng jumped down from the sword platform with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xi frowned slightly and shouted: "Stop!"

Lu Meng stopped and tilted his head to look at Feng Xi. Feng Xi said, "You won with that sword thrust just now. Why did you suddenly sheath your sword and admit defeat? Are you humiliating me?"

Lu Meng smiled bitterly: "I just don't want to kill the flowers with my own hands. Besides, the original intention of the exchange of swordsmanship is communication, and it is not a battle of life and death. I have learned something from this battle, so there is no need to fight."

After saying that, Lu Meng left, and everyone in the audience slightly praised him: "This Lu Meng can be regarded as a free and easy man, with a sword in his hand, and he is free and unrestrained."

"Indeed, he has a good temperament. In his eyes, he never cares about winning or losing. There is only one thing that he cares about. No one dared to touch it before, but now, it's hard to say." Another disciple said with a smile.

Chu Yan looked at Lu Meng and couldn't help but think of a person, Li Xiaoyao...

Their temperaments are quite similar, they are carefree and carefree.

"What did they just say?" Chu Yan turned around and asked.

Tuoba Kuo smiled bitterly: "Lü Meng is very famous in Qingfeng City. He is free and easy. He is one of the rare people who truly deserves the name of a swordsman. Back then, he used his sword to make friends and travel around the world until he later met Zhang Jiayu at the Xishan Sword Gate. , join Xishan Jianmen.”

Chu Yan was suddenly stunned, and secretly sighed that the mountains and rivers were indeed so beautiful, and that they were in the Heroic Difficulty Beauty Level.

"Mr. Chu." At this moment, an ethereal voice came from the side. Chu Yan looked up and saw Zhang Jiayu strolling towards him. She was wearing a blue autumn dress today, but instead of looking bloated, she was even more cute. Meaningful, eye-catching.

Chu Yan smiled politely and said, "Little princess."

"In the past, when I saw you fighting in Junya, Brother Chu stole the show. His swordsmanship was so superb that it put people to shame." Zhang Jiayu said with a smile, then turned to look at the sword stand: "It's an exchange meeting now, why don't you go try it with Brother Chu?" try?"

"Nowadays, there are countless geniuses, so I can just take a look." Chu Yan smiled calmly, Zhang Jiayu nodded lightly: "That's fine, in that case I will accompany Brother Chu to take a look."

After saying that, Zhang Jiayu sat next to Chu Yan. Chu Yan looked at Zhang Jiayu again, thinking about the rumors he had heard that she and Yang Chen had vague intentions of becoming a couple. Out of friendship, he asked: "I I heard that the young princess and Yang Chen were very close today. What kind of person does the young princess think Yang Chen is? "

"Unparalleled talent, peerless genius." Mentioning Yang Chen, the corners of Zhang Jiayu's mouth slightly raised, as if she was talking about herself, very proud: "Seeing Jun Cliff for thirty thousand years, the Sword Master only chooses two successors, the last one He is the Lord of Fengqing City, and Yang Chen’s second place, his future achievements will be limitless.”

"Yang Chen's sword intention is indeed powerful. He was shocked when he saw Jun Yaxia competing with Jian Wuya that day. But if it is a lifelong event for the little princess, Chu thinks that character should be the most important thing. Yang Chen may be the successor of Jian Jun. But I am arrogant, so I advise the young princess to think about it," Chu Yan said via voice message.

Zhang Jiayu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chu Yan strangely, and burst into laughter: "Haha, Master Chu, aren't you jealous because you see me and Yang Chen getting so close? But you don't need to be discouraged, Yang Chen Although you are the successor of Sword Lord, your talent is not weak. Even if you are not as good as him, don't underestimate yourself. If you pursue me, I may agree. "

"..." Chu Yan was speechless for a while. Zhang Jiayu's words sounded like comfort, but how could they not be contempt?

Zhang Jiayu said, your talent is not weak, but you are not as good as him. Of course, this is not a very high evaluation in Qingfeng City.

After all, Yang Chen's name is too loud now, he is unparalleled in the world, a dragon among men, and when he sees the king, he looks down at the cliff and looks at the king's majesty, the second Fengqing Sword King.

"Little princess, I misunderstood. I just think that in terms of character, Lu Meng has a better temperament than Yang Chen. As for talent, Lu Meng is not weak either. He has a sword from the end of the world and has chosen a city for you to practice. You should precious."

"Brother Chu, I understand, but it's not good to talk about others behind their backs. This is me. If I were someone else, I would think you were jealous of Yang Chen. Please don't say this again in the future." Zhang Jiayu said with a smile, but there was something in his words. His admiration for Yang Chen is revealed everywhere.

Chu Yan frowned slightly. He was trying to persuade him because he knew that Yang Chen had not received the sword master's inheritance. In addition, he had a good relationship with Zhang Jiayu. In the past, she spoke up and helped Wangfeng.

Thinking of this, he sent a message again: "Little Princess, Yang Chen is not actually the successor of the Sword Lord!"

Zhang Jiayu looked at Chu Yan in surprise, her eyelashes blinking, as if she was waiting for Chu Yan's next words.

"I was born with a strange vision under the cliff of Jianjun in the past, and I was the one who truly understood the inheritance of the Sword Lord."

Zhang Jiayu still looked at Chu Yan with big eyes: "So?"

"So I think Yang Chen is an impostor and is dishonest. If the little princess chooses him, she needs to consider it again to avoid being deceived." Chu Yan said seriously.

However, at this time, Zhang Jiayu shook his head in disappointment: "Mr. Chu, I thought you were just jealous of Yang Chen, but I didn't expect you to say such a thing. I was wrong. Even if you are not appreciated by the Sword Lord, it may be just a different route, but now, you are humiliating others. I don't know Yang Chen's character, but your character is not so good."

Chu Yan was stunned and shook his head in self-mockery. He thought that he and Zhang Jiayu were friends, and he was kind enough to remind him.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to expose the truth, but in the eyes of the other party, he became a shameful person. In this case, why say more.

"Little princess, take care of yourself." Chu Yan said, stood up and wanted to leave the battle stage.

After Chu Yan left, Lu Meng returned to the battle stage, came to Zhang Jiayu and said lightly: "This Chu Yan is not simple, his sword rhythm is very strong."

"So what if he is strong, he is just a shameful villain." Zhang Jiayu snorted coldly and shook her head disappointedly: "I helped him several times."

"Jiayu, who offended you?" At this time, Yang Chen came to the sword stage, still behaved very politely, and smiled at Zhang Jiayu.

Seeing Yang Chen, Zhang Jiayu smiled again and said coquettishly: "It's nothing, I met a despicable villain, he actually said that the person who got the inheritance of the Sword Lord was not you, but him."

Yang Chen's eyes flashed fiercely, but he did not show it in front of Zhang Jiayu.

"When I saw Jun Ya in the past, the Sword King showed his power, but he didn't say who the real inheritor was. He happened to be there. In order to make the beauty smile, he said it was himself, which was normal. Besides, in my eyes, I don't care what others think of the Sword King's inheritance. I only care about what you think." Yang Chen smiled, as if he really only had Zhang Jiayu in his eyes.

"Of course I believe you. When I saw Jun Ya in the past, the King's power was shrouded. Only a genius like you can match it." Zhang Jiayu smiled coquettishly, "Don't be jealous."

"How could it be, you are beautiful, someone pursues you, which proves that I have a good eye." Yang Chen smiled, and Lu Meng was always beside him, frowning slightly, and didn't speak.

"Swordsmanship exchange, aren't you going to show yourself?" Zhang Jiayu asked.

Yang Chen looked up and looked at the sword platform, revealing a smile, then he jumped out with his long clothes fluttering, holding a sword alone, and stood in the center of the sword platform.

"Today, we are exchanging swordsmanship. Yang Chen is fortunate to be here to learn from you all. But since the exchange is the main purpose, let's stop here. Is there anyone willing to come and learn from you?" Yang Chen seemed polite, but his words revealed arrogance.

However, everyone felt that Yang Chen's arrogance was justified, because he was the descendant of the Sword King.

"Yang Chen is really worthy of the title. He didn't come here a few days ago, but today he came here to fight with the heroes."

"But he has the ability. He is the Tianjiao of Yujian Villa and the descendant of the Sword King. I'm afraid he will be the first in this year's swordsmanship exchange." People in the audience talked about it.

"Let me try and learn from the inheritance of the Sword King." At this time, a disciple of the Giant Sword Sect flew into the air, holding a giant sword, and came to the battle stage.

"Please!" Yang Chen extended his hand politely, and the other party was not polite either, and acted extremely stern.

Yang Chen is a level 5 emperor, the same realm as Xia Fan. However, no one compares him with Xia Fan, because Yang Chen is extremely powerful in terms of bloodline comprehension and soul forging. In addition, he has the inheritance of the Sword Lord, which can no longer be measured by realm.

"Fight!" The disciple of the Giant Sword Sect held a giant sword and shook it violently. The earth rolled over and formed layers of huge waves.

The disciple of the Giant Sword Sect is also a level 5 emperor. He opened and closed his sword with great strength. With each of his swords, terrible sword energy formed around him to protect his body.

Yang Chen did not give in. He retreated and used his speed advantage to increase the distance. Then he opened his bows to the left and right. There was a sound of swords in the sky, followed by countless blue birds, slashing at the disciples of the Giant Sword Sect.

The disciples of the Giant Sword Sect were shocked and stepped back quickly. Every step was like a mountain torrent and earthquake, and the sword in his hand kept slashing.

However, at this moment, a deadly sword light broke through the air, Yang Chen's white clothes fluttered, and he turned into a phantom. The next moment, the sword light slashed out, leaving endless afterimages, sweeping across the chest of the Giant Sword Sect disciple.

"Puff!"

The Giant Sword Sect disciple's face was ugly, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. He stepped back several steps in succession, and then he shook his head in self-mockery: "Brother Yang is worthy of being the descendant of the Sword King, he is indeed extraordinary. In this battle, I am convinced of my defeat."