Comprehensive Martial Arts: I Was Exposed By The Gold List When I Was In The Same Blessing

22: The miserable Xie Xiaofeng, Song Qingshu, Table Yihang and Zhang Wuji (for flowers)

Regarding Xie Xiaofeng’s enthusiasm, Murong Qiudi just replied lightly: “The third young master came to my Qixingtang, but is there something?”

As Xie Xiaofeng walked forward, he chuckled lightly: “Qiu Di, Qixingtang and Divine Sword Villa are both famous and decent in Daming. We should communicate with each other and jointly defend the right path of martial arts.”

“And, it’s okay, can’t I come to you?”

Murong Qiudi didn’t even look back at Xie Xiaofeng, but said indifferently: “Third Young Master, if there is nothing else, please come back!”

Seeing Murong Qiudi’s indifferent attitude, Xie Xiaofeng felt quite unhappy.

But he didn’t give up, but continued to tease: “Qiu Di, look at how good the weather is today, why don’t we compare swords!”

It is said that heroes have been saddened by beauty since ancient times, but in the same way, beauty also loves heroes.

Therefore, Xie Xiaofeng thought that as long as he showed his kendo talent, Murong Qiudi would worship him.

Take her down and say no more.

However, Murong Qiudi still did not look directly at Xie Xiaofeng.

Just shouted to the side.

“Yan Shisan.”

Just as Xie Xiaofeng was in doubt, a figure suddenly flew out from the beam behind him.

He was wearing a black trench coat, his face was extremely ugly, and he was carrying a strange black wooden box on his back.

After showing up, Yan Shisan bowed slightly in Murong Qiudi’s direction, as if on standby.

Murong Qiudi said directly: “Since the third young master has such elegance, then you should accompany the third young master through two tricks.”

Yan Shisan bowed respectfully, “Yes, miss.”

Afterwards, Yan Shisan took off the black box behind him, stood on the ground, and opened it with palm strength.

Inside was a shining sword. Holding the sword in his hand, he pointed forward, “Xie Xiaofeng, come on!”

In fact, Yan Shisan had long wanted to have a kendo duel with the third young master of Divine Sword Villa.

Xie Xiaofeng smiled slightly: “Qiu Di, if that’s the case, then I’ll fight him first.”

Although the guy in front of him is full of weirdness, Xie Xiaofeng has enough confidence when it comes to swordsmanship.

Well, take this opportunity to show off your kendo talent in front of Murong Qiudi.

immediately.

The two fought together.

…

The Yuan Dynasty.

Song Qingshu, a disciple of Wudang, was not far away, and ran fast from Wudang Mountain.

Finally, exhausted, he arrived at the foot of Mount Emei after three hours.

He came here only for the girl Zhou Zhiruo, whom he longed for.

The two had met before.

Since then, Zhou Zhiruo’s image has remained in Song Qingshu’s heart, and he will never forget that girl.

But come on! His father Song Yuanqiao disagreed.

Now, with the help of Master Zhang Zhenren, he finally got the opportunity to leave Wudang.

Naturally, he had to come to the Emei faction and congratulate the outstanding woman who had already entered the gold list.

“Zhi Ruo, you are really amazing…”

“I adore you so much.”

Song Qingshu had already thought of many words in his mind.

However, when he stepped on the gate of Mount Emei, he only heard the angry roar of Shizhui Shitai:

“Go away! If you don’t leave Emei, I will teach you a lesson for your master.”

Zhou Zhiruo left, Mie Xuan was angry.

Now that the outstanding disciple is mentioned again, she is naturally not in a good mood.

In desperation, Song Qingshu could only go back the same way, running towards Wudang all the way.

After all, he only had one day off.

However, Song Qingshu was not the worst.

The worst is another big disciple of Wudang: Zhuo Yihang.

Song Qingshu’s sweetheart was also in Dayuan, so Song Qingshu had plenty of time.

And the girl Zhuo Yihang likes is in Daming…

He had to run wildly without any pause, so that he could rush to Daming before tomorrow and see that person.

Moreover, it is still unknown whether it will be able to rush back!

His eyes returned to Dae-won again.

On the official road, a man and a woman were walking slowly.

The woman’s figure was always slow, like a master and a servant.

The strange thing was that the maid was wearing a huge iron chain on her feet, and she made a “banging, banging” sound when she walked.

I don’t know what was wrong with her.

Or maybe, the two are playing some weird game.

“Master Zhang, where are you going?”

The man called Young Master Zhang stopped with a thoughtful expression on his face, then shook his head and said, “Xiao Zhao, I don’t know where to go.”

“You~”

Before he finished speaking, he stopped, and then stared straight ahead.

I saw a beautiful woman in purple clothes walking slowly with a sword in front of me.

The person surnamed Zhang was stunned, and the maid Xiao Zhao next to him was angry, but didn’t say much.

When the purple-clothed woman approached, the man surnamed Zhang spoke excitedly.

“Zhiruo, is that you?”

The person who came was Zhou Zhiruo who came down from Mount Emei.

Zhou Zhiruo really didn’t have the slightest impression of this person, and at the moment, she just wanted to go to Daming and follow the clues of that person.

So I ignored it and left.

“I’m Zhang Wuji!”

“We’ve met before.”

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhou Ziruo’s back, and was still working hard.

However, by the time he finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo had already left a long way.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji’s eyes were attracted again.

Because in front of him, another woman appeared. This woman was dressed in white with a beautiful face.

The most important thing is that Zhang Wuji also knew this person.

After a long distance, he shouted excitedly: “Miss Zhao, I didn’t expect to see you here?”

“Zhao girl… mother…”

Zhang Wuji wanted to say something, but saw Zhao Min in white clothes in front of him showing a fierce look.

It seems that if he talks nonsense again, he may die under the sword.

After Zhao Min left, on the official road, only Zhang Wuji with a depressed face and the unhappy girl Xiao Zhao remained.

…

Zhang Wuji: “This wave of blood loss.”

Xie Xiaofeng, Song Qingshu, Zhuo Yihang: “We are connected by fate!”*