I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Once someone enters the martial arts arena, there will be an illusory barrier half the height of a person to separate them. Probably because of Yi Xuefeng's "vicious" gods and humans, a young man with a long sword finally couldn't stand it anymore, and held his knot with righteous indignation. Jietai jumped into the martial arts arena.

Yi Xuefeng only took a glance and knew that this person was a veritable swordsman, completely different from half-assed people like him and Ye Fangcao. With his sword drawn out, he could compete with Lin Fuyu's level of cultivation. Straight call.

When Ye Fangcao saw him coming up, she blushed and waved her sword: "Go down! Get down quickly! Don't you think I'm not embarrassing enough?!"

The blue-clothed boy ignored him, but cast a cold glance at Yi Xuefeng, and said, "Even a little fairy can't humiliate people like this, Junior Brother Ye is a master of beast control and doesn't know how to control a sword. Let's have fun, it's better to learn from each other, okay?"

As soon as this remark came out, other teenagers outside the martial arts arena also held their swords one after another: "Me too!"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Yi Xuefeng tentatively said: "Actually, I..."

Ye Fangcao almost jumped up, blushing and said: "Senior brother! In the martial arts competition, I am willing to bet and admit defeat! Don't do this!"

He would only say "Don't do this" back and forth. Of course, the senior brother who was angered by the vicious Yi Xuefeng didn't want to listen to him. It's all "shut up".

The boy in blue said: "Little Immortal, draw your sword."

As he spoke, he took out a long sword from the weapon rack at the side and threw it to Yi Xuefeng.

Yi Xuefeng took it and hesitated: "Actually, I'm not proficient in swordsmanship either."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience "hummed" so much that they could collapse the martial arts arena.

The blue-clothed boy said coldly: "Looking at the way the little fairy shaves my junior brother's hair, it doesn't seem like he is not proficient in swordsmanship, not to mention that Linfan Xianjun is a well-known swordsman in the three worlds, you don't know swordsmanship, how can you turn around?" Is it impossible to tame the beast?"

Yi Xuefeng looked at the aggressive young man and Ye Fangcao who was hesitant to speak behind him, probably knowing that he might have to play with this group of children today, he sighed softly, and said: "What I'm telling is the truth , if you want to compete with me, it’s fine, I’m not responsible for any injuries.”

The boy in blue sneered, "Come and try!"

With that said, he drew his sword and rushed forward.

Ye Fangcao was about to stop him, when the formation under her feet swayed, and directly flew him out of the martial arts arena.

Several disciples outside the martial arts arena rushed to catch him.

After Ye Fangcao stood firm, she was a little annoyed: "It is said that it is between me and Lin Fuyu, why do you intervene? If other disciples see it, they will definitely say that we bully the few with more."

The brothers all said: "Shut up, you, brother, why are you still angry because you want justice for you? Stop talking nonsense, and look, Lin Fuyu is so sluggish once in a while, and the brother beat him up for the sake of discussion." , Sect Leader Song has nothing to do with us."

Ye Fangcao said: "Are you venting your personal anger?"

"Nonsense, I don't like him a long time ago, I can't beat him on weekdays, and we can't control him if we bump into each other during the sparring—ah! Junior brother, look!"

Ye Fangcao was ashamed and annoyed, but she couldn't stop her now, so she could only follow the crowd to look towards the martial arts arena.

In the martial arts arena, Yi Xuefeng still didn't draw his sword, he carried the sword behind his waist, standing tall and facing the wind, his aura looked very threatening.

The sharp buzzing sound could be heard throughout the martial arts arena when the blue-clothed youth's sword was unsheathed. The youth's figure was thin, and his aura was extremely frightening when he pulled out the sword.

He was extremely fast, his figure was like an afterimage under the wind under his feet, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Yi Xuefeng who was standing still as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Everyone exclaimed for a while, fighting with sword cultivators, sometimes just one move can decide life or death.

Seeing that Yi Xuefeng was still in a daze, the blue-clothed boy was still sane, and he thought to himself: If such a waste as the little fairy of Hanhuaichuan, if he really went to the Immortal Dao Ceremony, he might be killed in a short while. If we beat him, it will still be our Han Huaichuan's face. I just use the back of the knife to injure his hand, so that he can't participate in the Immortal Dao Ceremony.

Thinking this way, he was about to turn his sword to Yi Xuefeng's forearm when the person in front of him suddenly moved.

He was startled, but before he could react, he heard a crisp sound.

A "pop" resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

Not only the teenagers in the audience, but even the boy in blue was stunned, and he froze for a moment before he felt a burning pain on the back of his hand.

Yi Xuefeng held the sword with her wrist like a flower and swished her sleeves around, holding the unsheathed long sword behind her arm like a bamboo bamboo, with an elegant and chic posture.

"I've already warned you, be careful not to get hurt."

Everyone didn't see how he made the move, they looked at him in disbelief, suspecting that they were dazzled.

The back of the blue-clothed boy's hand was in pain, and he looked at Yi Xuefeng with some serious eyes. He held the hilt of the sword and pointed down his fist slightly, and said solemnly: "I was too conceited and careless just now, little fairy, Please enlighten me."

Yi Xuefeng was a little helpless, but she couldn't turn around and run away, so she nodded.

"Come."

The blue-clothed boy held his sword again, this time he was a little more on guard, but before he got close to Yi Xuefeng, the long sword held by Yi Xuefeng was like a ruler, like a gust of wind blowing towards him. His sword hand dropped.

There was another "snap", this time the boy in blue saw how he made a move, but Yi Xuefeng's speed was too fast, even if he saw it, he didn't have any time to react.

Yi Xuefeng withdrew his sword and said: "Your cultivation is good, but your swordsmanship is not very solid. I'm afraid that you only want to improve your cultivation and spiritual power and ignore the sword style. You have to practice a lot to cultivate your body and mind. You, don't I forgot the original intention of holding the sword in the first place."

When he was young, he didn't want to choose the path of sword cultivation, but at that time, the young and energetic Ning Yu felt that what he liked must be the best, and others would also like it, so he forced him to practice swords all day long.

At that time, as long as Yi Xuefeng slackened in the slightest, he would hear the senior brother who always cherished words like gold chattering endlessly, and the words he heard could be used to the fullest if he used them to bluff people at this time.

The blue-clothed boy was in severe pain on the back of his hand, but he still held the sword tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Come again."

Then, the whole martial arts arena could hear the sound like a ruler falling on the back of the hand one after another.

"No, the strength of the wrist is wrong."

"Spiritual power needs to move, yes, slow down.

"..."

Every "pop" sound seemed to hit the hearts of the young onlookers, and the way they looked at Yi Xuefeng changed from the previous disdain to a bit jealous and inexplicably weird.

Ye Fangcao stared blankly, and asked the senior brother next to her for a long time: "Lin, Lin Fuyu, don't they know how to use swords?"

The senior brother who was clamoring just now to teach Lin Fuyu a lesson said slowly: "Yes, he didn't even draw his sword."

Everyone looked at each other.

The boy in blue retreated panting to the edge of the arena, the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, he gritted his teeth slightly and looked at Yi Xuefeng, wanting to move forward but saw the sword in the boy's hand that had not been drawn yet, I just feel that the back of my swollen hand is more painful.

It should be an extremely shameful thing for a swordsman to be beaten into such a mess with a scabbard that has not been drawn by a person who claims to be not proficient in swordsmanship.

Young people are young and arrogant, they should feel ashamed and angry, but when they meet Yi Xuefeng, even though they are the same age, they feel in a daze that they are facing a mountain soaring into the clouds, with the top of the mountain covering the sky and the sun, making people feel ashamed. It was daunting, the fear was too much, and the shame, shame and anger were all suppressed.

Yi Xuefeng used his hundreds of years of experience in hand-to-hand combat to rub the boy's vigor on the ground. Seeing the boy's listless look, he suddenly felt ashamed of being disrespectful, and the roots of his ears felt a little hot , but his posture was very calm, elegantly holding the sword in both hands: "Click to the end."

He was calm and relaxed, and the indifference on his face was not at all like that of a 16-year-old boy. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they didn't know how to speak.

And the next moment, Qieyun suddenly sent a voice transmission to Yi Xuefeng.

"Father, stop flirting, Ning Yu has been standing here looking at you for a long time, if you put on a show again, you might reveal yourself!"

Yi Xuefeng looked around in a daze, and finally saw Ning Yu with a gloomy and terrifying expression under a locust tree not far away.

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Yi Xuefeng, who was as imposing as a fairy, was suddenly frightened, and the long sword that had been held firmly in his hand suddenly dropped to the ground.

With a "bang", it hit the back of his foot.

Everyone: "..."

The author has something to say: Yi Xuefeng: Cover my little vest.