"Chunyu mountain! Shut up
When everyone around saw that the elder master was angry, they all said nothing.
Fang Weiling looked calm and said, "you don''t need to motivate us! The teacher is closing the door. We don''t know whether he will take part in the duel. However, you say a time and place! If the teacher doesn''t want to go through the customs, I will fight for him. I will be the first swordsman in the East for a while
Fang Weiling, as the first disciple of wushuangjian sect, took the initiative to fight for the teacher. The competition was performed by his disciples, and no one had anything to say.
But yingyue Dazong shook his head and said with a smile, "no! Your martial arts are too poor to fight with Miyamoto Normal University! Let your master come
As soon as this remark came out, it immediately aroused public anger.
"Fang Weiling''s martial arts are too bad? You Japanese are just looking at the sky from the well! extremely arrogant! Ridiculous! How ridiculous Some Wulin elders laughed in the crowd.
"Yes! Little oriental country, I don''t know heaven and earth! Just like a normal university, I want to challenge the first contemporary swordsman of Ming Dynasty! No face, no skin Some people scold.
"Go away! Get out of here
"Kill him! Avenge the dead brothers The crowd burst into flames.
Yingyue''s face remained unchanged, as calm as water.
I have to say that the leader of the Japanese swordsman really had some determination to go into the city alone. If he had less courage, he would be scared to death.
"Tomorrow afternoon, there is a black tooth reef on the east coast. Miyamoto Normal University will be waiting for you to drive there!"
Yingyue said with a pause: "Fang Weiling, I''m a messenger today. It''s inconvenient to do it. If you want to fight, I''ll make an appointment with you some other day."
"Good! But not another day! You go back to recover your life first, and then we''ll make an appointment for the first battle at dusk today! When I kill you, I''ll go to the Normal University of Miyamoto for a fight tomorrow. " Fang Weiling''s light way.
When this remark came out, everyone was shocked.
Fang Weiling is about to compete with yingyue at dusk. He has to fight for his division again. At noon tomorrow, he obviously doesn''t want to live.
Does he think he can win two games in a row? Where did the first disciple of the matchless sword sect get so much courage?
No, he didn''t have the confidence to win two games in a row. Instead, he intended to fight with his life. He would rather give up his life than lose his reputation as a member of the Central Plains Wulin and the matchless sword sect.
The elder martial brother opened his mouth. No one of the disciples of Wushuang sword sect dared to say more for a moment, but everyone was in a low mood.
At this time, Shen Jianxin and Xiong Jingbian, who were standing in the crowd, looked at each other. The former said out loud: "Alas! For a long time, isn''t the dwarf afraid of death? "
Xiong Jingbian understood and replied in a loud voice: "not bad! The Japanese have repeatedly invaded our border and killed our people. Is there any need to be fair with these aggressors? In my opinion, let''s fight together and kill the Japanese thief! "
"Yes! Don''t cut him! Cut him off! Let that old Miyamoto wait until daybreak! " Shen Jianxin said with a smile on purpose.
The conversation between the two people was clearly heard by the people around. Many people could not help but feel quite moved. The two teenagers were right. The other side was clearly an aggressor, killing my compatriots and destroying my city. What reason did they talk to them.
In contrast, instead of letting a good man like Fang Weiling die, we''d better put down our faces and chop the Japanese thief down!
With this agitation, even chunyushan''s eyes began to shine.
Zhao Shanhe, the youngest disciple of the matchless sword sect, held a string of sugar gourd in his hand and said, "yes! It''s OK to compete! Right here! Let me compete with him first, and then you all compete until you die! "
Hearing the agitation around, yingyue''s face suddenly changed color, and it''s hard to keep calm.
From the heart, although the Japanese have always paid attention to the spirit of Bushido, few people would do things that they knew they would die and could not do if they lived in a different place.
Yingyue thought that the martial arts of Ming Dynasty was pedantic and deceiving, so she came here alone.
At the moment, yingyue is already thinking about how to get out of the city.
"Enough! A gentleman does something, but not something! What they challenge is my master. As a disciple, it''s my talent to work for him! We can die for the mausoleum, but we can''t lose the integrity of the Ming Wulin! "
Fang Weiling said that and glared at Shen Jianxin, who quickly closed his mouth.
I was almost incited by this boy, and the scene was out of control! He took Fang as Ling''s temperament and preferred to die rather than lose his integrity, which was also the righteousness he insisted on in his heart.
Under the stern eyes of the elder martial brother, the voices around him were much lower.
"Elder martial brother! I''ll go for you! I''m not bad at killing you! " Chunyu mountain finally can''t help but stand up.
Yu Caiwei and Zhao Shanhe also stood up and said in unison: "if you are brothers, you will lose gold! We''ll go with you
Only the Third Elder martial brother didn''t move, just squinted and stood quietly in the crowd.
Shen Jianxin moved a little. You don''t have to think about it. With elder martial brother Baili''s temperament, he would sneak behind him. When he got out of the city, he would stab him to death on the road.
"Bailiyou, don''t interfere in this matter! Besides, none of you are allowed to go! You''ve all gone. That''s exactly what the Japanese want. Who will guard the city? Don''t be careless, let alone impulsive Fang Weiling said seriously.
"Elder martial brother!"
"Elder martial brother!" For a moment, the people of Wushuang sword sect were very excited. If they were not in front of yingyue, they would just cry.
Yingyue Dazong shook his head and sighed: "I really doubt whether fengjiuxiao is closed. Or he''s dead at all! Otherwise, why let the disciples die for nothing? "
As soon as this remark came out, all eyes glared at each other, but yingyue said: "to tell you the truth, our Gongben Bancang university normal school has mastered the art of sabre. It''s only half a step away from immortality!"
"You can''t fight against him at all, but if you are willing to beg for mercy face to face, maybe he will let you go and spare your life! That''s the same thing, because you''re not worth it! "
This insulting remark is irritating and irrefutable.
Just now, yingyue''s assumption that fengjiuxiao is dead has greatly shaken the morale of the army and the people in the city.
Where is the matchless sword God? Why don''t you go through the customs? Is he really dead, as the Japanese said?
If the matchless sword God is gone, can we really block the army outside the city?
Even the imperial court sent troops to suppress it. Did they hear something? If not, who dares to do such a thing if Wushuang sword God is here.
For a time, a lot of doubts and confusion on the heart, in many people''s hearts linger, even like a root like a thorn.
"Bring him to me!" Just then, a deep bell like sound came from the air.
As soon as I heard this voice, the five true disciples of Wushuang sword sect raised their heads at the same time. Everyone was surprised.
Shen Jianxin and Xiong Jingbian were stunned at the same time. They immediately responded that the owner of this voice could only be one person, the matchless sword God Feng jiuxiao. Besides his old man, who else''s voice could make the five disciples of zhenzhuan so excited.
Fang Weiling was both surprised and happy, with a smile like a teenager on his face.
"My teacher wants to see you! Come with me Fang Weiling said that and walked back.
Ying Yue''s whole body trembled and his heart was in a state of suspense, but now he had to keep up.
In a short time, hundreds of people followed Fang Weiling and walked to the back street.
"It''s strange that they didn''t go to wushuangjian mansion. Instead, they went to the market to do what?" Some people wonder as they walk.
The five disciples of zhenzhuan were very happy and led the way.
Shen Jianxin, Xiong Jingbian and Feng xiner are also closely following the crowd.
He walked half the street until he came to a shop. Fang Weiling stopped.
As soon as Shen Jianxin saw this shop, he was very happy. Isn''t this the old beef shop he had in the last time? Does Wushuang sword God like to eat this? No wonder everyone in the pie likes to come here.
Fang Weiling stood respectfully at the door of the shop, like a pine in the mountains.
The other four zhenzhuan disciples stood respectfully at the door of the shop, just like the elder martial brother.
There were more and more people in front of the old beef shop, and there were more and more discussions among them.
"What''s the matter? Did you stop? "
"Is our matchless sword God in it?"
"No nonsense! The five true disciples have stopped. They must be inside. "
"The beef soup in this shop is very good! I ate it last time! ha-ha! In the future, this store will be very popular! Beef soup that even the matchless sword God loves! I''m making a lot of money! "
Just as everyone was expecting and talking, the door of the shop opened from the inside with a squeak.