Chapter 15 You’re Welcome! I’m a Good Person!

As soon as Elder Wu said these words, there was a dead silence. → Google search reading

"What!"

The Third Sword Master trembled with fear, grabbed the collar of Elder Wu Yu's clothes, and said angrily: "You tell me again?"

"Back to the Sword Master! The Sword Pavilion is about to be disbanded! These people have to pack up and leave, giving up this blessed land of green mountains, green water, caves and heaven!" Elder Wu Yu beat his chest, "This is the Qinghun who has been competing for the Eight Sword Championship for hundreds of years. The main line is really embarrassing!”

"You fart!" The Third Sword Master slapped him on the forehead, "That's called embarrassing, but it's not called embarrassing!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Elder Wu Yu straightened his clothes, suddenly looked at everyone in the Jiange, and said with a sinister smile: "But... there is nothing wrong with the dissolution of the Jiange."

"That's really heartbreaking! When they run away with their tail between their legs, I'm not allowed to burn three sticks of incense on this mountain?"

When the Third Sword Master said this, he finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

"To commemorate the youth that Jiange will eventually lose?"

"Ha ha!"

The other members of the Eight Swords Club smiled even more when they saw the performance of these two shameless 'childish ghosts'.

But just across the line in front of them, everyone in Jiange felt as if they were in a world of ice and snow, with frost in their eyes!

The Eight Swordsmen Association is humiliating them!

But now the weakness of Jiange is a fact!

Qinghun Dao rules are even more ironclad!

So, even if these sarcastic sneers are like swords piercing the heart, what can the reality be like this?

"It's all your fault!"

Qin Tong's eyes were red, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and cursed at them: "It's because you and the gang of despicable and shameless people from the First Sword Peak colluded with the demons in the Northern Wilderness, killing the seven sons of Jiange, and forced Zhang Teach Broken Sword, our sword pavilion will be where we are today! You are trying to seize power, you are a disgrace to Qinghun!”

"Shut up! You can eat shit, but you can't talk nonsense and openly slander the sword master and the elders. Believe it or not, you will have to go to the Sword Forbidden Prison?" Elder Wu Yu glared and cursed.

"Xiaotong!"

Grandpa Qin drank in a deep voice.

Even though Qin Tong was extremely unwilling and aggrieved, she actually knew that there was no point in arguing with these people.

Their shamelessness has no bottom line!

How to fight?

"Junior sister Qin, don't be anxious."

At this moment, a burly young man walked out next to the Third Sword Master!

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and looks tough and upright.

"Wu Jianyang!" Qin Tong looked at him coldly.

The young man named Wu Jianyang smiled slightly and said: "I know, the reason why you are anxious is just because you are afraid that you will be expelled from Qinghun. It doesn't matter. After the sword pavilion is disbanded, you come to my Third Sword Peak and become my Taoist companion. Later, In the coming years, we can also give your grandpa a happy ending together."

"Fuck you, uncle! You'd better give it to your father first!" Cai Maomao couldn't help roaring.

He stole the woman!

The key is that Wu Jianyang is not sincere at all. If he was really sincere, would he still say goodbye?

He is a joke!

After Cai Maomao said this, Wu Jianyang looked at him deeply and suddenly smiled: "Your brother is Cai Qingyun, the seventh son of Jiange, right?"

"That's right, the one who beat you to pieces three years ago!" Cai Maomao said.

"He's really good, but it's a pity that he was short-lived." Wu Jianyang shrugged and said, "To show my respect for him, when I went up the mountain, I filled the wine glass in front of his tomb with urine."

"Wu Jianyang!!"

Cai Maomao's eyes suddenly burst open!

The dead are great!

Even those who have passed away will not be spared...

Cai Qingyun has always been his role model and sustenance. Even though he has passed away, Cai Maomao still regards his brother as his benchmark.

Wu Jianyang, blaspheming the dead!

Even if Jiange fell to this level, the seven sons of Jiange who killed demons and died are still resounding heroes in the eyes of thousands of nations and people!

"You're going too far!"

The son of the Third Sword Master, what kind of qualities is this?

The villain is like a ghost!

The Third Sword Peak, from top to bottom, are all shameless villains.

They came to Jiange today because they were confident that they would step on the heads of everyone in Jiange and humiliate them!

"Don't worry!"

When the third sword master saw that everyone in the sword pavilion had stood up, he sneered and said, "You don't have to panic. The first sword master asked me to tell you something. As long as you bring the Taoism and swordsmanship of the sword pavilion, you can surrender." First Sword Summit, First Sword Summit will arrange a place for you, after all, you are considered Zhao Xuanran’s dowry, right?”

"Don't be anxious, really don't be anxious. If you change your name and identity, we are still the Green Soul Sword Cultivator!" Elder Wu Yu said happily.

"but--"

He looked at the plaque on the door of Haoran Palace.

"The four words 'great power lasts forever' are just a name, and they will no longer be used in the future!"

Say it!

With a click, he took a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it onto the plaque with a hiss!

Snap!

The plaque trembles, bringing shame to the ages!

"Wu Wu! Wu Yu! Wu Jianyang!"

Grandpa Qin's face was distorted, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his cloudy eyes.

With his old fists clenched, he actually pushed his granddaughter Qin Tong away and pressed towards the Third Sword Lord!

"Grandpa Qin."

At this moment, another hand suddenly grabbed him.

This voice made Grandpa Qin stunned for a moment.

"Yun Xiao?"

Everyone in Jiange did not expect that when everyone was so angry that they almost lost their minds, it would be Yun Xiao, who had just joined the family, to hold back the sad and angry old man.

Yun Xiao was indeed calm.

After all, he had just arrived, and although he had received favors from Jiange, he had never personally experienced these entanglements.

"After hearing so much, I have a question. Does it mean that as long as there is a sword leader who can lead all the disciples to participate in the Eight Swords Championship, the sword pavilion does not need to be disbanded?" Yun Xiao said.

"……yes!"

Everyone in Jiange felt very sad.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Jiange once grabbed a lot of geniuses, but after that drastic change, none of them were left!

"Do you have any requirements for Sword Head?" Yun Xiao asked sincerely.

"Generally, one needs to be in the Divine Sea Realm, and the age must not exceed twenty-one! However, according to the regulations, Longquan Dingjing is enough!" Grandpa Qin gritted his teeth. →

Hearing this, Yun Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation has been like water and fire for a long time, but it turns out that this matter is so easy to solve.

So, he took a step back, pointed at himself, and said with a smile, "I can do that!"

"What can you do?" Grandpa Qin was stunned.

"Longquan sets the scene and serves as the head of the sword." Yun Xiao said.

joke!

He had just come to Jiange and had finally integrated in. If this place was disbanded, wouldn't all his hard work be in vain?

After Yun Xiao finished speaking, the elders and disciples of Jiange looked at him in confusion.

"Fuck! I'm such a fool!" Cai Maomao slapped his head and was about to burst into tears with excitement. He stood next to Yun Xiao, pointed at him and said, "I promise everyone, he can definitely do it!"

I was so angry just now.

Forgot Yunxiao.

This kid killed Wang Feng with three swords, and then killed Elder Yao!

Such a ruthless person cannot be the leader of a sword?

"Yunxiao, is it Longquan Dingjing?"

Only then did Grandpa Qin remember that he had forgotten to ask about Yun Xiao's realm.

In fact, Yunxiao is from the late Longquan period.

However, these people couldn't see how many claws his Longquan had.

Everything is calculated based on combat power!

For a moment, new hope ignited in the eyes of everyone in Jiange.

but.

This hope was quickly suppressed by the laughter of Elder Wu Yu across from him.

"He, Longquan Dingjing?"

Elder Wu Yu suppressed a smile.

"How do you say that? Elder Wu?" Wu Jianyang shrugged and smiled.

"I told you yesterday that there was a stupid young man who stole the first place on the road to heaven from the peerless immortal talent of the First Sword Peak, and was thrown to the Sword Pavilion... This is the talent in front of you." Elder Wu continued to hold back his laughter. .

"Pfft!" Wu Jianyang laughed dumbly.

"A nest of snakes and rats!" he commented.

I just climbed the road to heaven yesterday, and if I can reach the mid-term stage of Longquan today, it will be a great blessing.

After hearing this, the Third Sword Master didn't bother to tease these people anymore.

His eyebrows turned cold, and he waved his hand and said: "Okay, stop struggling! I have brought the words of the First Sword Master to you. How you choose is up to you! I only want to advise you, the rules of Qinghun Dao were set by our ancestors together. , Don’t think I’m just talking. Yesterday, the Seven Sword Peak Sword Masters gathered together and made a final decision on this matter. If they can’t participate in the Eight Swords Championship, the Sword Pavilion will be disbanded that day!”

"Are you deaf?" Grandpa Qin took Yun Xiao's arm, "I have a disciple, Sword Head, in my sword pavilion!"

"Are you serious?" The Third Sword Master said gloomily.

"serious!"

"Okay!" The Third Swordsman sneered, "The Eight Swords Association is a supervisory organization established for the Eight Swords to win the championship! I am the vice president and have the right to test the sword heads of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion! My son Wu Jianyang is a member of the Eight Swords Association , just in time for Longquan to settle down!”

"Sword Master means that if I take him down, I can lead my senior brothers and sisters to represent the sword pavilion and participate in the Eight Swords Championship?" Yun Xiao faced this person directly for the first time.

"Take it?" The Third Sword Master suppressed the laughter in his heart.

This is the son he worked so hard to cultivate!

Kaiyang level sword soul!

Take it?

He didn't laugh, but Wu Yu, Wu Jianyang, and other people from the Eight Swords Club laughed behind him.

"Sword Master, you only need to answer, yes or no?" Yun Xiao said.

The sword master was stunned again.

This disciple of Jiange has such a harsh tone?

He is the Third Sword Master!

"Dad! Elder Wu said that he is a rare species of Qinghun - 'Lengtou Qing'. You, sir, have a lot of them. Please be more patient and don't get angry with him." Wu Jianyang said with a suppressed smile.

"Absolutely!" The Third Sword Master shook his head repeatedly.

He looked at Elder Wu.

Elder Wu patted his chest and said: "He is in the late Longquan stage. If he can catch Wu Jianyang's sword, my head will be used as a night pot for you, Lord Swordsman."

The Third Sword Master immediately told Yun Xiao: "You don't have to defeat my son. As long as you can block his sword, the sword pavilion doesn't need to be disbanded!"

"Thank you Lord Sword!"

After Yun Xiao finished speaking, he jumped to the open space on one side.

He looked at Wu Jianyang.

"hey-hey……"

Wu Jianyang was still shaking his head and laughing.

The two of them stood still.

"Junior Brother Yun..." Qin Tong and others were extremely nervous, their palms were sweating, and their hearts were beating wildly.

"It's okay, it's okay! Trust Junior Brother Yun!" Cai Maomao took the opportunity to hold her hand tightly.

Qin Tong was too nervous, so he didn't break free this time.

Touching his jade hand, Cai Maomao shed tears and secretly said: "Junior Brother Yun, if you win today, Senior Brother will treat you to real roast chicken tonight!!"

In the open space!

The sword light surged coldly in Yun Xiao's eyes.

"Senior Brother Wu, can we start?" he asked.

"Shh!" Wu Jianyang put his middle finger on his lips and sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you deserve to be called my senior brother?"

He just finished speaking!

Whoosh!

A white shadow broke through the long wind and shot towards him!

clank!

A green sword spirit suddenly appeared in the hand of the white shadow. The sword spirit was full of aura, and the nine layers of sword aura condensed into dense sword light. When it pierced the air, it made a sharp whistling sound!

"Huh?"

Wu Jianyang frowned, and a red flame sword spirit in his hand rushed out!

Dang--! !

The green and red swords collided instantly, and blazing sparks burst out. When the sword spirits intersected, Wu Jianyang's face, which had just been trying to hold back a smile, twisted immediately!

That was because, in this sword confrontation, his Kaiyang-level sword spirit made a crisp sound, and actually cracked a green blood pattern!

Human soul, hold the sword!

If the sword is cracked, the soul will be cracked!

"Nine layers of sword aura!!"

Wu Jianyang immediately let out a shrill scream!

In this sword fight, even though he had some magic power advantages, the sword spirit was like a wooden sword hitting an iron sword, and was chopped away by Yun Xiao's sword!

Wu Jianyang's tiger's mouth was cracked!

Yun Xiao suddenly turned around and swept a sword across Wu Jianyang's mouth!

Tear!

When Wu Jianyang screamed, his mouth was cut twice its size, and it became a bloody mouth!

Broken teeth and tongue tip flew out!

Boom!

Yun Xiao kicked Wu Jianyang between his legs with his last kick!

There was a loud bang!

Snap!

Wu Jianyang's position was sunken directly.

At the same time, his face swelled to purple!

"Woo wow!"

He spit out a mouthful of black blood, flew out directly, and hung upside down on a pine tree!

"Wu Jianyang, you can't even block my sword. You are a piece of trash, and you are really not worthy of the word "senior brother."

Yun Xiao smiled under the tree.

"Uh..."

Wu Jianyang's eyes were almost falling out, his whole body was congested, his veins were bulging, his limbs were constantly waving, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

He has a mean mouth, Yun Xiao, help him open his mouth wide!

He likes to sprinkle water everywhere, Yun Xiao helped him widen the waterway!

"You're welcome! I'm a good person." After Yun Xiao finished speaking, he immediately returned to the people in the Sword Pavilion and said to the elders: "Fair competition, winning by strength, is there anything wrong with it?"

The people in the Sword Pavilion were stunned for a long time, and a sense of wild joy surged in their hearts!

"No! Wrong! Problem!"

"Hahaha!"

Three years!

In front of this bunch of bitches, they haven't been so happy for three years.

"Wu Jianyang, why did you become a castrated chicken?"

Cai Maomao laughed wildly and hugged Yun Xiao!

If there weren't so many people, he would probably give Junior Brother Yun a hard kiss on the face!

Today's haze is swept away!

They looked at the third Sword Master!

The burly Sword Master just reacted at this moment, and his eyes instantly turned red.

And the elder Wu Yu next to him was dumbfounded!

"No, no, no, no..." He said four "no"s in a row, and his tears were about to burst out. At this point, his instinctive reaction was to add fuel to the fire.

"You are so good, Yun Xiao! You actually took advantage of the test to openly attack the son of the Sword Master. You have committed a capital crime!"

Elder Wu was furious and had just finished saying this sentence!

Suddenly!

A black flying sword, coming from nowhere, suddenly shot in front of him.

"No!"

Elder Wu screamed in despair!

The black flying sword pierced into his mouth!

But it did not penetrate!

Instead, it pulled his head out alive...

Puff!

Blood spurted out!

Bang!

The black flying sword, with the head, nailed to the plaque of "Hao Qi Changcun"!

It nailed to the thick phlegm that Elder Wu had just spit out!

Black blood fell from the plaque.

Elder Wu stared with his eyes wide open, and died with his eyes open.

The whole audience was dead silent!

"Uh."

Cai Maomao stood at attention and at ease, then said to Yun Xiao: "Stand up straight, Senior Sister Zhao is here..."