Ling Yun rolled up his sleeve, looked at Chen Shiyi, a young man in white, and asked, "you first or me first?"


    Chen Shiyi makes a gesture of invitation. Ling Yun takes off his blue shirt. He finally takes a look at the Taiwei sword sect monks from Kyushu. They are standing on the wall with Tang Dao and red gold. Their clothes move with the wind.


    At this moment, Ling Yun is very different from the past. His figure seems to be rising infinitely. There is no one behind him and no one in front of him.


    Pei Lixia takes Zhixin to the city wall. The girl of Zhenbei City, who has never cared about gambling, looks at the figure with concern for the first time. Ling Yun turns to Pei Lixia and says, "when I went to the wild world, I didn''t find my uncle''s sword. Since I was robbed, I''ll take it back for you today."


    "It''s a lot of breath."


    Pei Li Xia said softly.


    Ling Yun turned and jumped down the wall. He stood in the same place and covered it with a mask. It was the mask he took when he went to Buzhou mountain. Fusang said with great significance: "it''s you."


    "Well, I don''t want to listen to their gossiping," said Lingyun zhengse, "Jiuzhou nanyezhou, Zhaosong Liangcheng Zhuyuan Lingyun."


    "It''s a long name. It''s not a bluff." Fusang is very rare to be so interested in a younger generation, because he smelled a trace of homologous breath from Lingyun''s sea of Qi, "next time change a bluff."


    Ling Yun took a look at the young demon clan behind Fusang, grinning, "together or alone?"


    "Do you people in Kyushu always feel so proud?" A young demon with a long slender sword came out and said, "it''s really frightening to repair the sword in three realms."


    "You are a demon, not a human being." Although Ling Yun still harms others, his momentum is totally different from that of the past.


    Tao Ran stands on the wall and shouts, "second shopkeeper, I''ve beaten you. Don''t lose face."


    "How much for one?" Ling Yun turned and asked.


    Zhou Tong said with a smile, "one hundred for one, I''ve pressed half a Lingyuan."


    "Help me press 100, I win, win in a row..." Ling Yun estimates how many games he can play to make his state reach the peak, "four games."


    "Oh, come on, bet. The second shopkeeper won four games in a row and lost one thousand!" Chen Diao Temple left Wu you and started with people.


    Pei Lixia felt out a quick sharpening stone and said in a light way: "he won four games."


    Chen Diao Temple picked an eyebrow, then wrung an eyebrow, "younger sister, this is not kind."


    "Who can afford to pay for it," Chen Diao temple said. "If you can''t afford to pay for it, how can you press the bottom of the box?"


    "He can win four? If you''ve had a fight, you''ll get it, "said Zeng a Niu speechlessly. The second shopkeeper of God''s death, you must have asked for support again." he lost two games. "


    "I''ll lose a fight!"


    "I''ll have a fight..." Baoya took out a bag of Lingyuan from his father, which was worth 300 yuan. He glanced at Pei Lixia''s sight. "I''d better have a fight with him."


    Pei Li Xia Dan said: "you can do it by yourself. What do you want me to do?"


    Bosom friend said to Pei Lixia: "sister Lixia, can he really win four games?"


    "I don''t know, but he said it." Pei Lixia''s eyebrows fly.


    "Here we go."


    I don''t know who said that. Compared with the two shopkeepers who are shameless and shameless in the tavern, Ling Yun has a natural and indescribable momentum at this time. It seems that he is an insurmountable mountain, and the hero of the demon clan is a humble ant.


    The young man of the demon clan was named Yunshu, a disciple of the eight boundary sword cultivation, and also a junior disciple of Fusang.


    When Ling Yun raised his hand, Yunshu seemed to hear the tide. He widened his eyes and immediately put away his contempt. This is the five elements water used by Ang ran before, which belongs to swordsmanship. However, compared with ang ran, Ling Yun''s hand is stiff. Since he has known ang ran for many years, he is very familiar with the right and wrong of Ling Yun''s starting.


    Of course, there is also a possibility that Ling Yun, a friar of Kyushu, may also be good at five elements water sword, but this possibility is very small. After all, he is only in three realms, and their understanding of Ling Yun is only limited to the three swords in the wild world. That should be his greatest reliance, but it has been used up.


    "It''s not enough to look at the swordsmen in the six realms and the swordsmen in the three realms." Yun Shu said indifferently.


    He pulls out the sword flower, flies in the air a little bit, thousands of sword spirit shoots out, and Chen Diao temple''s "pick star" has the same effect.


    Ling Yun snorted, and the red gold Tang sword in his hand was randomly inserted into his side. His right leg retreated slightly, and he raised his fist to meet him, just like a fierce tiger, ready to go.


    Chen Diao Temple narrowed his eyes. It seems that Ling Yun''s stubborn illness was gone in that trip to the small world. In a few days, he has already shown his incomparable cultivation talent. In the past, Ling Yun''s boxing was powerful and heavy, but he had a knot in his heart, and it was rare to be divine. Therefore, although it was very powerful, his boxing technique of one move with ten scenes could only give full play to the strength of seven scenes and eight scenes.


    Today, however, it''s totally different. He can also play the power of six territory with the boxing method of three territory. That''s the difference.


    The fist awn and the sword Qi collide, and Ling Yun kicks his legs like a fierce tiger out of the gate. His body shape is as fast as lightning, and he moves towards Yun Shu.


    Yunshu is worthy of the rank 12 young demon clan hero in the hundred sword immortals of buzhoushan in the wild world. His reaction is especially fast. He takes the sword in a flash and then puts it out again.


    When Lingyun was in the air, his left hand turned into a grip. As soon as the Tang Dao Chijin fell into his hand, he rushed out again, holding the Dao in both hands and cutting vertically, like a mountain pressing down the top.


    Yunshu is not willing to be outdone. He drags his sword with his right hand and cuts it with one sword. The swords and swords fight each other, and the waves are rolling. Both of them are overturned again. Lingyun Chijin plunges into the ground to stop his body. Yunshu only retreats a few steps.


    "Second shopkeeper, is that ok? If you can''t, come back. " Someone called.


    "Come on, I know you''re brave. Don''t be ashamed. You''ve lost the face of our North Town. Later, people will say that Pei Lixia''s eyes are not good."


    Zheng Zheng said with a smile.


    Ling Yun slowly straightens his waist and breathes a long sigh of relief. He looks to Pei Lixia''s direction. Pei Lixia nods his head slightly. He never breaks his words and what he wants to do.


    In the six realms, Ling Yun puts out his strange boxing frame, and his whole body is like the roaring waves of the sea. He presses on Yun Shu layer by layer, which makes Yun Shu feel suffocated.


    Chen Diao Temple rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Ling Yun, I''ve won four games in a row, but don''t let me match up the old man, or I''ll have to press up the mirror."


    Ling Yun turns a deaf ear, and he only has Yun Shu in his eyes at the moment. Yun Shu picks on his eyebrow and says, "pressure? Not bad. "


    He didn''t want to suppress his own cultivation any more. The surging sword Qi squeezed Ling Yun''s fist intention, which was faintly overwhelming. Ling Yun''s face was calm. He just simply waved a fist, but it was as fast as electricity, and he reached Yun Shu''s face in a breath.


    In a hurry, Yunshu can only hold up his sword to block, but he can''t resist Ling Yun''s powerful fist. Yunshu is knocked upside down by the fist. His whole body seems to be hit by a wild beast, and his whole body is weak.


    Ling Yun wields his second fist. Yunshu grabs the sword Jue with his hand. His body is elegant and dodges Ling Yun''s fist with strange steps. However, when he thinks he has a chance to take advantage of it and stabs Ling Yun''s vest with his sword, Ling Yun grabs Yunshu''s long sword with his backhand, bends his legs, retreats his left leg and turns to elbow Yunshu''s right armpit.


    The fierce sword Qi pierces Yunshu''s armpit, and his right arm is torn off by lingyunsheng. His whole body is knocked upside down and his ribs are smashed.


    Ling Yun casually took down Yunshu''s sword and threw it to Pei Lixia, "add."


    "Good."


    Pei Lixia throws Yunshu''s sword to Chen Diao temple. Chen Diao Temple grins, "the quality is good, and the importance is significance. It''s worth at least 100 yuan."


    Lingyun spits out a mouthful of turbid gas and looks at Fusang, "next."


    "I haven''t lost yet." Yunshu struggles to get up. Lingyun blinks. Before Fusang''s hand, he has already stepped on Yunshu''s head. "He was defeated by an unknown swordsman who is not a face swordsman. It seems that there are a hundred swordsmen in the wild mountain. It''s not so good."


    "Conditional?" Fusang asked.


    Ling Yun nodded slightly, "next time I raise, if I win, I want Pei Huai''s Sabre; If I lose, you can do whatever you want. If you want me to switch to the wild world, you can also ask for the secrets of the three swords, including Ziqing''s whereabouts and so on. "


    "Deal."


    Fusang agreed without hesitation.


    Ling Yun raised his head slightly and said with a smile: "it seems that you have great confidence in the next game."


    "I''m just curious about his children, why they don''t know." Fusang said with a faint smile.


    He has no mood to continue to chat with Ling Yun, not because he has lost three games, but because he is deeply afraid of that person. Maybe he and Ling Yun say a few words, it is very likely that he set a certain situation for himself, and he has already entered the game.


    Ling Yun grins. It turns out that he has suffered losses under his father''s hands. There are probably no more than ten people in the world who can know the root of Fusang. Once the demon clan is known by its real name, it will be constrained everywhere.


    "In whose hands?" Ling Yun asked.


    "That''s the second bet?" Fusang suddenly asked.


    Lingyun stepped on Yunshu''s head and rubbed the soles of his feet back and forth. He said faintly, "it''s a trade."