C26

Leng Qing was completely convinced this time. Not only was there no need to spend money on food, the two parties were fighting each other for the treat.

However, he was the only one left at his table. Standing there seemed a little out of place as he lowered his head and said, "Brother Tie, do you still have anything else to say? I'm tired, let me down! "

Tie Qingyi laughed, and threw Leng Qing onto the chair, praising: "Brother Leng, good job! After completing the mission successfully, I said that with my abilities, I won't need to spend any money to eat wherever I go.

When the two of them spoke, the gazes upstairs immediately focused on them.

Ouyang Hu's face turned green as he viciously stared at Tie Qingyi and said, "So it was you who secretly instigated this child to humiliate me, hehe …" This old man was wrong, I didn't know which sect or sect your esteemed master is from, and if I may ask, this old man knows your seniors, I won't blame you for your offense! "

He had been touring the Jianghu for a long time, and seeing how Tie Qingyi was fearless, he was also worried about his background. Personal honor and disgrace are minor, don't inadvertently bring trouble to the family, it will not be worth it.

Tie Qingyi slowly walked forward a few steps and stood right in front of Ouyang Hu. She said indifferently, "What kind of shitty sect is this? This young master has no sect! "

People in the martial world cared the most about respecting one's teachers the most. People who walked the martial world usually reported their names to themselves. "What sect am I from, or what door am I from, or what help I am from?"

Since Tie Qingyi had said this, it meant that she had to admit that she was not a descendant of some famous clan or sect. She had to admit that she was a disciple of some unscrupulous person.

Most of the people upstairs had a favorable impression of Leng Qing and couldn't help but secretly break out in a cold sweat for them!

Ouyang Hu no longer had any worries as the viciousness on his thin face deepened. He loudly said to Leng Qing, "This old man does not care what this little hero has to say. Naturally, I will not bother with you." However, as the mastermind, this young noble has caused this old man to be embarrassed. I believe he is definitely an expert, please do not hesitate to enlighten me! "

His words are for the Bai Dalong couple, and I let the little one go, the big one, you won't force yourself, right?

The couple glanced at each other. After all, the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan wasn't a good clan in the martial arts world. It would be good if they didn't end up in a feud. They slowly retreated a few steps back.

Ouyang Hu's spirit was roused as he pulled out his ghost head saber from his back. His face was serious, giving others the illusion that he was a hidden master. If he killed him like this, no one would say that he was bullying the weak and provoking ridicule from others.

Sigh, this young master is extremely good-looking, but why is he so foolish? He actually dared to offend the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan. Someone sighed in private.

"It looks like the red and black swords are also very afraid of the elderly Ouyang. They won't intervene to prevent this from happening."

"It's said that Old Man Ouyang Hu's true combat prowess in the Ouyang Clan is even greater than that of the Ouyang Clan's clan lord. This young man's words are too glib, it's hard to preserve his life this time around."

Many people were whispering to each other, feeling endless pity for the young man in white.

Ouyang Erlang's venomous gaze swept across Leng Qing's face. He had another thought in his mind. When Third Uncle killed the white-clothed youth with a single slash, he would immediately capture this rude child and make him beg for death. At that time, with Third Uncle present, even the red and black swords wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

On the other side, Ouyang Hu had done his best to show off. In order to show off his seniority, he said, "Be careful, young master. This old man's move is the ninth move of the 'Fierce Tiger Saber Technique', 'Fierce Tiger Mountain Descend'. I'll chop your left shoulder!" Before he could finish his sentence, the saber slashed down with a 'hu' sound. The momentum behind the strike was like a tiger's.

Although he was certain that Tie Qingyi was a newbie in the martial arts world and he did not see that he had a weapon, he still had to be careful. What if he was an expert! What if there was a hidden, dangerous weapon?

Since he could not give this kid a chance to sneak attack him, Ouyang Hu was confident in his ability to slash. Back then, even the famous "Great Strength Axe King", Fan Zhangkong, did not dare to take on his powerful "Fierce Tiger Descends". Although he was defeated in the competition, he was still defeated after a thousand moves.

Amidst the shocked cries of the crowd, the ghost head blade shot out like lightning. Some people secretly sighed. They could not help but lower their heads and kill themselves with a single slash. They could not bear to see this scene unfold.

Tie Qingyi let out a loud laugh. The five fingers of her right hand were extended, and a suction force suddenly burst forth from the center of her palm.

Everyone saw a pair of wooden chopsticks (chopsticks) jump onto Tie Qingyi's hand with a "sou" sound. The ghost head blade was the first to strike, followed by the wooden stick. Before his cry of alarm could fade, Tie Qingyi's right hand had already reached out and grabbed the wooden stick.

He suddenly felt as if the ghost head blade weighed a thousand pounds, as if its head was covered by an invisible giant net. There were countless people pulling on it, and just a tiny bit of distance away from Tie Qingyi's left shoulder, the blade almost touched the clothes on his shoulder. Not only was it unable to cut through, it actually began to rise up bit by bit.

Ouyang Hu was startled and hurriedly circulated his inner strength. When he wanted to increase his strength, he suddenly felt a faintly discernible force penetrate through his chest. His entire body felt numb and he was unable to exert even the slightest bit of strength.

What was even more shocking was that even his arm did not listen to him. The ghost head blade slowly turned, and the blade's back slowly fell down, but towards the right, it slowly fell into the wooden handle that Tie Qingyi had opened up.

Everyone was dumbstruck. This scene was like: Ouyang Hu's peerlessly powerful blade, in that moment when it suddenly struck Tie Qingyi's shoulder, suddenly stopped and slowly rose up. He reversed the direction of the blade and back and slowly fell down again, the back of the blade falling into Tie Qingyi's open wooden scimitar.

Tie Qingyi was calmly holding her wooden stick, as if she was waiting for Ouyang Hu to give her the ghost blade. This scene was as weird as it could get, and as hilarious as it could be.

However, no one laughed. Besides Leng Qing, no one found it funny either. Everyone's expression changed, including the Bai Dalong couple. Their eyes were clear as day as they jumped from the ground into Tie Qingyi's hands to retrieve something from the air!

He had heard of it before, but had never seen it before. Today, no one dared to laugh when they saw him. They all breathed in peace and quiet. The entire upstairs was completely silent.

In the silence, he heard Tie Qingyi laugh, and said in a clear voice: "Look at this young master's roar, he dares to bend the waist of a fierce tiger!"

Mu Ge's movements were slow, as if he was a serious calligrapher slowly writing the word "one". The ghost head blade was slowly pushed towards Ouyang Hu's chest. If he did not bend down to dodge, the blade would have sliced through his throat.

This time, everyone found it funny. The blade was about to hit their throats, but Ouyang Hu still didn't throw his blade. Could it be that this ghost head blade of his was a priceless treasure? They would rather be cut to death than throw it away? It was fine if he didn't want to throw it. Could it be that he was scared silly and didn't know how to bend his waist to avoid it?

However, no one dared to laugh, not even Xia Yuxue.

Ouyang Hu's eyes were filled with fear, fear of death. It wasn't that he didn't want to throw away the ghost blade, but the problem was that he couldn't even open his fingers. It wasn't that he didn't want to bend down, but that he felt like he was being controlled by a powerful force.

At this moment, Tie Qingyi shouted, "Bend your waist!"

Ouyang Hu's waist suddenly loosened up and he was able to move again. He bent down in time and the ghost head blade slowly slashed across his back. The chill pierced through his bones. As Tie Qingyi's arm was slowly pulled back, Ouyang Hu felt a force pull him back up from his chest.

A white light flashed in front of his eyes. Tie Qingyi pushed the ghost blade in front of him and shouted, "Bend your waist!"

Ouyang Hu's waist loosened again and he quickly bent down to avoid it. Ouyang Hu was inexplicably horrified, as if he was in a nightmare.

Following that, Tie Qingyi's "Three Bends!" was repeated and repeated.

Tie Qingyi sternly said: "Feral Tiger Bending Ceremony, done!"

All the martial artists in the room, regardless of their level of martial arts, were experienced martial artists. Seeing Ouyang Hu being humiliated in such a manner without the slightest ability to resist, they all felt it was inconceivable.

Some people were vaguely suspecting that he was controlled by Tie Qingyi with her astonishing and profound inner strength. The godly skill of taking objects from the sky was Tie Qingyi's iron-like proof that he had profound inner strength.

As Tie Qingyi's words of 'respect' fell, Ouyang Hu suddenly felt his entire body relax as his strength suddenly increased. Subconsciously, he began to use his strength to seize the saber.

Tie Qingyi stopped and held the ghost head blade in her hand as she smiled: "You will not accept this, I will let you take the blade away from me fair and square. If you can take the blade back from me, I will kowtow three times to apologize!"

The veins on his neck bulged, and his gray hair seemed to stand on end. However, no matter how he circulated his internal energy, the ghost head blade remained motionless, as if it was welded into an iron pillar.

At this moment, Tie Qingyi shouted, "Break!" He channeled the internal force into his arm, lowered his fingers, and slightly shook his two legs. The head of the ghost blade snapped and fell to the ground with a "clang!"!

Ouyang Hu was in the middle of snatching the sabre with all his might. He was caught off guard as the sabre in his hand clattered back several steps. When he reached the stairs, he couldn't stop his steps. He took a step into the air and rolled down the stairs!

There was a clatter that carried downstairs, perhaps because the ghost-head broadsword in his hand had cut through the banister as it rolled. Just as his voice stopped, he heard Ouyang Hu shout from below in a flustered and exasperated manner, "Your Excellency, to humiliate the world's heroes to such an extent, this grudge …" His voice gradually faded. Apparently, he was talking and walking at the same time. He had actually run away.

The three masters of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, Ouyang Hu, whose name shocked the south of the river, were defeated in one move and fled.

In the blink of an eye, the entire building was shocked!

Tie Qingyi gazed at the people around him with a cold expression, and said with a cold smile: "Hero?" I came out of the martial arts world to specially beat all kinds of dog shit heroes of the world! "

Everyone's head drooped as his gaze swept past them. They were all feeling uneasy and no one dared to make a sound. Bai Dalong also tilted his head and pretended to look at the wall beside him. Picking up an item from the sky and cutting the blade with his chopper, any of these would be enough to shake the martial arts world.

Xia Yuxue also lowered her head, biting her lips lightly. Her charming eyes glanced left and right, constantly glancing at Tie Qingyi.

When Tie Qingyi saw this, she cupped her hands and said with a smile: "Is there something you want to say?"

The young man actually took the initiative to speak to her, causing Xia Yuxue's eyes to light up. When the other young and strong men spoke to her like this, she had long since smiled tenderly as she stabbed out with her sword. This young man was different. He was a handsome young man with a steel blade cut off from his upper body.

Xia Yuxue absentmindedly felt that her little heart was' thump thump thump thump 'like a deer hitting the ground. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her voice even drifted a little: "Young …" Young Hero called me? "

Tie Qingyi smiled: "I'm not called Young Hero, I'm called Tie Qingyi!"

Oh my god! Xia Yuxue felt dizzy. He even told me his name! A cold 'hmph' rang by my ear, and a hundred Dalong's face was like ice.

However, he did not look at Tie Qingyi. This brat was still holding the wooden swords in his hands. He did not want his sword to be broken by someone.

He didn't want his wife to lose face here. He cupped his hands and said, "Young Hero's martial arts are powerful and rarely seen. I am extremely impressed. "In the future, if Young Hero were to ride the martial arts of Zhejiang Province, I will definitely undress and push forward to welcome you." After exchanging pleasantries, he bowed and left with his wife.

Xia Yuxue, who was standing at the head of the stairs, looked back, her eyes beaming with affection, and said softly: "I am Xia Yuxue, my little name is … "Aiyo …" It was Bai Dalong who pinched her wrist a bit, and the two of them quickly went downstairs.