Chapter 73 Absolutely Won't Admit Cowardly

Now that he has learned the Nine Suns Divine Art, there is no hindrance in performing this move, and with the 105th level of the wedding dress magical skill, the power is also extraordinary.

Fifty-four swords were arranged in a row, and with Ye Feng Xin's push, they shot at Zuo Lengchan!

Although Zuo Lengchan's Songshan swordsmanship is formidable, how can it compare with the Fourteenth Sword?

Puff puff!

The sound of swords piercing into the flesh sounded continuously, fifty-three swords were all inserted into Zuo Lengchan's body, and what was even more powerful was that every sword avoided the vital points, and the only sword aimed at the heart was hanging. Stopped in mid-air.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene!

Everyone could think that Ye Feng was very powerful, but they didn't expect that he had already reached the level of a top swordsman, the fourteenth sword of death, a move that can be compared with the four major swordsmanship masters!

In addition to tricks themselves, there are also people who use tricks.

It's nothing to win with tricks, masters can do it with unique tricks.

But tricks mean a lot of consumption, so generally they will not use them lightly, preferring to use more small tricks.

And people who use tricks directly usually have only two explanations.

First, this person is an idiot. He spent a lot of money with his unique moves at the beginning, so how can he fight again later?

Second, this is not a unique move, at least it is not a unique move for the user, it can only be said to be his second-class move.

The first point was directly rejected by everyone. Judging from Night Breeze's previous performance, it was impossible for him to be a fool.

Then there is only the second possibility. This move is not a unique move for Night Breeze.

A person who has comprehended higher-level moves, because he has entered a new realm, and using higher-level skills to perform lower-level moves will consume much less.

"My God, who the hell is this person?"

"The fourteenth sword that kills you can use it if you say it?!"

"I've never heard of an expert named Mr. Lan Yu in Jianghu before."

All the masters present couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Is he the third young master Xie Xiaofeng disguised?"

"It depends on the character."

Everyone guessed, and then immediately vetoed it.

"So handsome!"

"So cool!"

This was the voice of the young girls present, and they couldn't help but look admiringly at their nympho age.

"So strong! So mighty! So safe!"

The more mature sisters are so emotional, they are more psychologically mature and value a man's strength and temperament.

As for the person involved, Zuo Lengchan was in a cold sweat, half of it was because he was frightened, because there was a sword hovering over his chest, once it came over he would definitely die.

The other half is pain!

It was true that Night Breeze didn't stab his vitals, but he picked the place where the nerves of pain were most sensitive. For an ordinary person, he would probably cry now.

Zuo Lengchan wanted to cry too, it really hurt too much, but he had to save face, if the majestic Songshan sect leader really cried, he would be ridiculed to death even if he didn't die.

"Death or money?" Night Breeze's tone remained flat.

The sword hovered over the heart, Zuo Lengchan didn't have much room to say anything else.

But the rest of the Songshan faction are cheap.

"Master Sapphire, you better know what you are doing. The person in front of you is the head of my Songshan faction. If you dare to kill him, my Manshan faction will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

Hearing the yelling of the servants, Zuo Lengchan really wanted to say, "Ancestors, can you stop yelling? This one in front of me is not threatened at first glance. If you do this, he can't kill me directly? "

But Night Breeze would not do what Zuo Lengchan thought. In his eyes, Zuo Lengchan's life was not worth the money.

Conquering the world is a matter of money. Recruiting soldiers and horses requires money, raising and training the army requires money, and when soldiers die or are injured, subsidized medical treatment also requires money.

But if Zuo Lengchan doesn't give money, he can only give his life. Yefeng's rules will not be changed easily for anyone, and his sword is only drawn for two things, killing people and making money!

"The last sentence, death or money?!" Night Breeze's emotions remained calm.

Zuo Lengchan originally thought it was over, but now that he heard Ye Feng's words, he immediately responded, "Send money! Send money, send money, how much do you want?"

"My shooting fee is one hundred thousand! Songshan Sect is a sect with eight thousand disciples. Your status as head is worth eighty thousand, and your own kung fu is worth five hundred taels, totaling 180,500 taels. Counter-offer!"

"Okay!" Zuo Lengchan hurriedly responded, he couldn't bargain for a cure, his life was hanging in his hands, how could he bargain?

Ye Feng took all the swords back upon hearing the sound, then looked at Zuo Lengchan, "Pay the bill on the spot."

Zuo Lengchan first took out the 50,000 taels of silver notes on his body, and then began to let other people start to take the money as well.

The head of the sect was subdued, and the people from the Manshan faction could not say anything more. There were over a thousand people from the Manshan faction present, and each of them had cash ranging from a dozen taels to dozens of taels. They lined up and sent them to Night Breeze. .

After systematic statistics, the total is one hundred and four hundred and thirty taels.

"Not enough." Night Breeze said calmly.

"My lord, we only have so much on us, the rest can only be given to you when we return to the sect, please be accommodating?" Zuo Lengchan hurriedly asked.

"Yes." Night Breeze's answer was simple, but it made Zuo Lengchan write an IOU.

At this time, Night Breeze swept towards the other people present again, "The Left Master has already lost, who will come?!"

Defeating Zuo Lengchan with one move shocked everyone.

At this moment, watching Night Breeze's gaze sweep over him, the others did not dare to meet his gaze, for fear that their own sect would join them.

They wouldn't be afraid of ordinary martial arts competitions, but Night Breeze's rules were too overbearing, and they would die if they didn't make money.

Each sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and has a deep foundation. Hundreds of thousands of taels of silver can be obtained, but it is one thing to have money, and another to give it to others.

As for dying? No sect leader is willing to do so. They are not rangers, but leaders of a high-ranking sect who value their own lives very seriously.

Speaking of which, no one dared to go up, the dispute was over, and Ye Feng's goal of being a leader for the Mingjiao had been achieved, but his second goal of making money had not been achieved, and he was not ready to give up like this.

But between Night Breeze's words, the scene fell into deathly silence!

At the beginning of summer, the days are relatively long, but it is already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is about to set.

The sunlight shot from behind Night Breeze, stretching his shadow very long, directly to the Shaolin faction's camp.

Speaking of which, the richest sect is Shaolin. There are many disciples, so there is no shortage of sesame oil money, but the disciples are all self-sufficient. This is really a very rich sect.

However, Night Breeze had no intention of taking Shaolin's money, not for anything else, just because the abbot Kongxing, the abbot of the Shaolin School, was the lay brother of his personal bodyguard Mingxuan.

Because of Ming Xuan's relationship, Kong Xing also taught Ye Feng some kung fu back then, but Ye Feng only wanted to be a comfortable prince and had no intention of martial arts, so he just learned arhat boxing from him casually, which failed his good intentions.

At this moment, looking at everyone's reactions, Night Breeze realized a problem. It's really not good that he didn't like reverse acting, and he showed his strength too quickly.

There are pros and cons of pretense, and modern people know it.

The right one is of course the literal meaning, pretending to be awesome, but actually not very capable.

On the contrary, they pretend to be incompetent if they have the ability. Some people do it to appear low-key, while others do it to deceive others, which is similar to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

If Night Breeze came up and pretended to be the opposite, and it was very difficult to win against Zuo Lengchan, many people would rush to compete with him and give him money.

It's good now, there is no one who dared to fight, Night Breeze really regrets it now, he has suffered from the honest man!

"No, we have to find a way to let these people see the hope of winning." Night Breeze thought in his heart, he couldn't let go of a good opportunity to make money.

At this time, he thought of emptiness again, because of Mingxuan's relationship, although he couldn't put his hand on Shaolin's head, he could use this relationship to put on a show.

At this moment, Night Breeze turned his gaze to the Shaolin School, "Since other schools dare not join, then I'll call the roll, Master Kongxing, is it just you?"

If Kong Xing is not selected, he will not take the initiative to stand out, but now that he is selected, he will definitely not admit cowardly like everyone else!