Chapter 156 Rumors
Chapter 156 Rumors
The story of the mysterious swordsman defeating ten elite disciples from aristocratic families in a row with unremarkable moves spread widely the next day.
Once, twice, or even three times can be said to be good luck, but defeating ten people in a row is a good indication of the strength of the mysterious swordsman, and no one dares to underestimate the seemingly simple and unpretentious swordsmanship.
Some people said that the swordsman must have a six-year-old internal force, picking leaves and flying flowers can kill people, so no matter how bad the move is in his hands, he can also defeat the exquisite swordsmanship of others.
Some people say that it is actually a very profound and profound swordsmanship, but it looks so ordinary only because the swordsman has practiced it to the point where it returns to the basics and is as commanding as the arm.
Some people even swore that they had seen the mysterious swordsman and the martial arts lord Cang Tian laughing and having a good time, so they guessed that this swordsman was probably also a disciple of Venerable Xiaoyao on Tianzi Mountain, and he was a senior brother with Cang Daxia.
Si Nongyue was drinking tea in the teahouse, listening leisurely to Yin Feng becoming the most eye-catching figure in the whole contest to recruit relatives, she felt a strange sense of pride in her heart.
His singing style, the person he Si Nongyue would like, is naturally the most outstanding person in the world.
Yinfeng does not need his excessive protection, because for Yinfeng, protecting his master is his duty, if Si Nongyue insists on depriving him of this will, it will be self-defeating.
But now he no longer treats it cautiously, let go of his hands and instructs Yinfeng to do all the things that should be done to his subordinates. This man has also proved with facts that he is capable enough to do them well.
Si Nongyue found that she was more and more enjoying the appearance of watching Yinfeng earnestly carry out her order and expectation.
At this time, Yin Feng also had a kind of spirited look subdued under the calm appearance, this kind of look was different from the wanton and flamboyant spirit of others, but it made Si Nongyue unable to look away.
The teahouse is a good location not far from the arena, and the number of people in the Jianghu has gradually increased over time, and today, it is even more overcrowded.
Most of these people came to watch the excitement, or those who were not as good as others in the martial arts competition these days were screened out. Today is the time to decide the leader. After seeing the excitement and the martial arts competition, naturally they don’t care about their business, just Chatting in this teahouse, showing off what he has learned in the past few days, while waiting for the results of the competition to see what kind of character Miss Bai's future husband will be.
Si Nongyue felt that there were too few rumors around, so he threw a piece of silver to Xiao Er, and said with a smile, "Are there any other rumors about this mysterious swordsman?"
Xiao Er accepted the money, couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and was about to dutifully open his eyes and talk nonsense to satisfy the guests, when a guy next to him squeezed over and gestured to him.
Xiao Er immediately swallowed all the nonsense that came to his mouth, and changed his words: "There are no old ones, but there are new ones."
Si Nongyue snorted, and threw another piece of silver to him.
Xiao Er saw that the guest was getting impatient, so he quickly said: "Just now that mysterious swordsman has already won the most promising Ling Shaoxia. Now Miss Bai is about to come out to meet people. If you want to see the peerless beauty, Mr. Can't miss it..."
Si Nongyue didn't expect Yinfeng's speed to be so fast, he got up and walked out of the teahouse before Xiao Er finished speaking, and rushed towards the ring.
It was just by chance to meet the rumored Miss Bai who was as beautiful as a fairy.
The most important thing is that it's time for him to go on the court to grab people.
Writer's words:
...transitional, distant eye
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