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The next day, early morning. Ying Feiyang once again set foot on the Sword Dance Plaza, his hand still tapping on his sore shoulder. He had just recovered from a serious injury, and his qi and blood were both weak. Yesterday, he had practiced swordsmanship to the point of exhaustion, so he fell asleep in the damp forest. Qing Ku Taoist, who was in front of him, completely ignored him and let him sleep outside for the whole night. When he woke up in the morning, he felt cold and sore all over, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
This time, he was competing in the White Tiger Plaza, and before he even reached the arena, he felt the atmosphere was strange.
"That bastard is here!" "That's right, it's him. Look at how arrogant he is!" A group of disciples surrounded Ying Feiyang, each of them filled with murderous intent, staring fiercely at Ying Feiyang. In the innermost circle, there was a group of burly male disciples, all of them rubbing their palms together, like gangsters on the streets, waiting for an order to gang up on him.
Looking at the arena, there was already an old acquaintance standing there.
Ying Feiyang sighed softly, walked up to the arena, and greeted, "Yo, Senior Brother Luo, long time no see."
This time, his opponent was Luo Zhonghao. After not seeing him for a long time, he had grown a few inches taller, and his face had two more wrinkles, making him look even more ferocious. Just by standing there casually, he looked like an iron tower. Luo Zhonghao's voice boomed like a gong, "Ying Feiyang! What grudge does my Junior Sister Mei Sheng have with you? Why did you humiliate her like that yesterday? "
Ying Feiyang sighed, "What grudge? I don't even know her."
As soon as these words were spoken, the audience burst into an uproar. "You don't even know him? Even a blind person can see the affection junior apprentice-sister Qin has for him." "That's right. Who would humiliate someone like him? What a scum." "Junior apprentice-sister Qin is such a good person. Why would she take a fancy to this scum?" The group of disciples had already begun discussing.
"Cough, you guys might not know this, but this Ying Feiyang had already harmed a young lady during the Qifeng Sword Snatch. At that time, for the sake of a sword, he fought with Junior Sister Miao Miao who admired him. Junior Sister Miao Miao was so angry that she cried her eyes out." A familiar voice came from the crowd. It was Zhang Liu who was also watching. Ying Feiyang almost vomited blood when he heard this.
The surrounding disciples, however, were intrigued. They craned their necks and asked, "What exactly happened? Tell us in detail."
Zhang Liu saw that everyone was looking forward to it, so he cleared his throat. Like a storyteller, he put on an air and said, "There is something you guys don't know. The Qifeng Sword Snatch …"
Seeing that Zhang Liu was adding oil and vinegar to the story, the surrounding people looked at Ying Feiyang with even more disdain. They hated Ying Feiyang so much that he wanted to jump off the stage and stab Zhang Liu to death with his sword.
Luo Zhonghao was actually listening to Zhang Liu's story attentively. He wiped away the hero's tears at the corner of his eyes and said, "Junior Sister Miao is also a girl who cares about her feelings. It's a pity that she met the wrong person and was deceived." He then fiercely glared at Ying Feiyang and said, "Fine, you bastard who uses your mouth as a sword. It's fine if you want to steal my Junior Sister Xie from me, but why don't you let my Junior Sister Qin and Junior Sister Miao off? Today, on behalf of all the good men in the world, I will teach you a lesson!"
Ying Feiyang hated it the most when people said that he used his mouth as a sword. He was already unhappy in his heart. "What do you mean by your Junior Sister Xie, your Junior Sister Qin, your Junior Sister Miao? Do you think all the female disciples in the Ling Xiao Sword Path are cabbages in your backyard?!" Ying Feiyang rolled his eyes in his heart.
On the other side, Luo Zhonghao had not said enough, "Oh right, you bastard who uses your mouth as a sword. You once boasted that you could defeat me in thirteen moves. Today, I want to see, without Junior Sister Xie protecting you, how many moves can you take from me?"
"Say it again!" Ying Feiyang felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. The angrier he was, the calmer his expression became. He bowed respectfully and said, "Senior Brother Luo must be joking. What do you mean by thirteen moves? In the past, I was short-sighted and my cultivation was not good enough. That's why I said such absurd things. It's just a joke, please don't take it to heart, Senior Brother Luo!"
As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling person. Seeing that Ying Feiyang suddenly became humble, Luo Zhonghao actually felt a little proud, and his chest puffed up high. However, what Ying Feiyang said next was beyond his expectations.
"Now it seems that there's no need for thirteen moves. To defeat Senior Brother Luo, three moves are enough!" Ying Feiyang said humbly.
"You! How dare you boast! "Hearing this, Luo Zhonghao was furious. He immediately roared, held his sword with both hands and slashed. The move was forceful and overbearing, and the sword carried a fierce murderous aura. It was the White Tiger Sword of the Four Elements Sword Technique. The White Tiger was a spirit beast of the West. It was in charge of war and killing. Therefore, it was the sword technique with the most murderous intent in the Four Elements Sword Technique. Luo Zhonghao made his move in rage, and it was truly as powerful as a fierce beast.
However, Ying Feiyang was calm and composed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he only leaned back when the sword was about to reach his head. Using his heel as an axis, he turned his body in half a circle and easily avoided the sword. He went around to Luo Zhonghao's back and leisurely said, "This is the first move."
Seeing that Ying Feiyang's attitude was so arrogant that he didn't even use his sword, Luo Zhonghao became even angrier. He turned around and slashed, drawing out a crescent-shaped sword light. The sword wind broke through the air like the roar of a ferocious tiger. Ying Feiyang's feet touched the ground and he flew backwards. Luo Zhonghao immediately changed his slash into a straight stab, like a ferocious tiger hunting its prey.
Seeing that he was already at the edge of the arena and had nowhere to retreat, Ying Feiyang put his sword on the blade of Luo Zhonghao's sword. However, he didn't take it head-on. Instead, he used his sword as a fulcrum and flipped over Luo Zhonghao's head, landing steadily behind him. "This is the second move." Instead, Luo Zhonghao rushed too fiercely and almost fell off the arena.
Luo Zhonghao stopped in his tracks. He was embarrassed and angry at the same time. His face was as red as blood. "Pretty boy, don't run away if you have the guts!" With a loud roar, Luo Zhonghao's huge body suddenly leaped into the air. He held his sword with both hands and spun like a top, creating a spiral in the air. The sword light around his body formed a circle, pressing down on Ying Feiyang like a wheel saw. Under the pressure of the sword light, there was no place for Ying Feiyang to hide.
However, Ying Feiyang said confidently, "As you wish!" Ying Feiyang didn't try to dodge. He raised his palm and extended his left hand towards the sword wheel. Everyone thought that he had lost his mind and dared to block the sword with his bare hands. Just as his bare hands were about to be crushed by the sword wheel, there was a "pa" sound. The result was unexpected. Ying Feiyang's palm avoided all the afterimages and landed accurately on the blade of the sword. The power of his palm smashed the sword into the ground. His right hand was still holding onto the sword sheath, but he exerted a little force to force the Star Ji Sword out of the sheath and held it against Luo Zhonghao's neck. "This is the third move."
Ying Feiyang really did win in three moves. All the disciples were shocked, but a few of them were secretly impressed. Ying Feiyang's victory was not only because of his cultivation level, but also because of his strategy.
It should be noted that the White Tiger Sword in Battle was a sword of killing in military formations. Naturally, it was also in line with the art of war. As the saying goes, the first beat of a drum, the second beat of a drum will weaken, and the third beat of a drum will be exhausted. Ying Feiyang's first two moves seemed to be careless, but he was actually trying to avoid Luo Zhonghao's sharpness and infuriate Luo Zhonghao at the same time. Luo Zhonghao attacked in a rage and used 120% of his strength in each move. By the third move, he was already flustered and weak. That was why Ying Feiyang had easily defeated him.
In fact, Luo Zhonghao's defeat was not undeserved. Back then, Ying Feiyang claimed that he could defeat Luo Zhonghao in thirteen moves, and that was because he was looking at Luo Zhonghao from that perspective. Now that Ying Feiyang had improved by leaps and bounds, he had reached the stage where his sword Qi could be separated from his body. He was no longer the same as he was in the past. Even if he gave up on his sword techniques and used pure strength to fight strength, he would still be able to defeat Luo Zhonghao.
"The duel is over. The winner is Ying Feiyang!" The referee announced the result. Ying Feiyang gave Luo Zhonghao a push and put on an infuriating smile, "Senior Martial Brother Luo, thank you for letting me win. Remember to bring more disciples with you next time."
"Hmph!" Luo Zhonghao was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He left with his tail between his legs. When the disciples saw that Ying Feiyang had won, they all booed loudly. Ying Feiyang, however, completely ignored them. He walked into the crowd and grabbed Zhang Liu, who was trying to hide in the crowd and leave. "Brother Zhang, long time no see. Let's catch up." Then, he dragged Zhang Liu to a place where there was no one around.
Zhang Liu was a disciple of an aristocratic family. He didn't want to argue with Ying Feiyang in public. When there was no one around, he flicked his sleeves and said coldly, "If you have something to say, say it. Don't drag me."
Ying Feiyang twirled his sword and said coldly, "Brother Zhang, you really didn't let me down!" Zhang Liu snorted and said, "I know what you want to say. After defeating Ren Jiuxiao, we attacked you. It was our fault, and we lost a point. But in terms of reason, the duel isn't over yet, and we are still opponents. Why can't we attack you? If you want to settle the score, I'm not afraid of you."
Ying Feiyang waved his hand and said, "Who's talking to you about this? You're also a disciple of an aristocratic family. You can do anything but gossip like a village woman. I have nothing to do with Miao Miao. Aren't you afraid that your tongue will rot if you talk nonsense like this? "
Who knew that Zhang Liu's face would turn serious and he would say righteously, "Ying Feiyang, if you were upright in your actions, how could there be such slander? I saw it with my own eyes. Don't tell me that Ying Feiyang did it, and I can't say anything about it? Let me give you a word of advice. Don't be like those lascivious bees and butterflies, flirting with women but not daring to admit it. It's despicable! "
Ying Feiyang held his forehead and said painfully, "Forget it, I can't explain it clearly to you. Oh right, how come you have time to watch my duel today? Aren't you participating?"
Zhang Liu's face became dejected and he said, "You already know the answer. Do you think everyone is like you, able to overcome all difficulties? I've already been eliminated." Ying Feiyang was so focused on breaking through yesterday that he forgot to care about the others. He asked curiously, "What about the others?"
"Miao Miao was also eliminated. Ming Ye and my master … Ming Ye and my teacher have advanced to the next round with Xing Fei. The next round will be Xing Fei's duel on the White Tiger Stage. If he can win this round, he'll fight you next time.
"Oh …" Ying Feiyang dragged out his words and tapped the scabbard on his palm, revealing a malicious smile. Zhang Liu felt a chill down her spine and said, "What else do you want? If not, I'm going to watch Xing Fei's duel."
"Nothing, let's go together." Ying Feiyang put his arm around Zhang Liu's shoulder and they walked back to the Sword Dance Square like good brothers.
Then, Ying Feiyang walked around the four arenas as if he was visiting a fair. First, he saw Xing Fei fight with a disciple in front of the palace for eight hundred rounds. Finally, Xing Fei won by relying on his superior physical strength. After the judge announced the winner, Xing Fei collapsed on the stage.
After that, he strolled to the Vermilion Bird Pavilion. The Vermilion Bird Pavilion was completely surrounded by male disciples. Through the gaps in the crowd, he could see Xie Lingyan exchanging blows with another female disciple who was just as beautiful. Every time the two young girls exchanged blows, the spectators below the pavilion would exclaim in surprise. Under Xie Lingyan's light and elegant swordsmanship, the last female disciple to fight felt that she had no hope of winning, so she threw down her sword and admitted defeat. As the spectators whistled, she left the stage as if she was fleeing. Xie Lingyan gracefully bowed in all directions. When her beautiful eyes swept over Ying Feiyang in the crowd, she suddenly felt a chill and turned around to leave.
"This little girl, I provoked her, and now she's giving me that attitude again," Ying Feiyang muttered. He wanted to find Xie Lingyan to explain, but he was pushed away by the crowd.
He was squeezed by the crowd all the way to the Azure Dragon Stage, where Ming Ye's match happened. Compared to Xie Lingyan's match, the number of people watching this match was pitiful. There were only a few spectators in front of the stage, and Ming Ye's fight with his opponent could only be considered to be normal. Although he won in the end, there wasn't even an applause. Only Ying Feiyang gave him a thumbs up, and Ming Ye nodded as a response, then silently left the stage.
He didn't see Ren Jiuxiao, but he heard people's discussions about him from time to time. Only after listening to other people's descriptions did he realize that he had started the battle earlier than Ying Feiyang. He ended the battle with a single strike and left in a carefree manner.
Ying Feiyang looked around for a day, and it was indeed an eye-opener. Although the disciples' swordsmanship might not be better than his, they all had their own merits, and the vividly performed swordsmanship was far from being covered by rigid sword manuals. After watching for a day, he felt that he had benefited a lot.
When the schedule for tomorrow's match was announced, his opponent was indeed Xing Fei. "It's really an eye for an eye, and an eye for an eye!" Ying Feiyang tapped the hilt of his sword and said softly. Ying Feiyang wasn't a narrow-minded person, but he wasn't without a temper. Although it was just a small grudge against Xing Fei, since he was going against him, he might as well give him a warning.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow's match.
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