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Wang Ye immediately gave up his original action, turned his ankle, changed his fist into a kick, and directly hit the swordsman's right side.

With a snap, the swordsman's right arm holding the knife suddenly became unstable.

Just when Wang Ye thought he had the upper hand, the swordsman suddenly took off his sword with his right hand and switched to holding it with his left hand.

In an instant, a slashing blow came straight towards the king.

The knife flashed fiercely and dangerously. When everyone in the field thought that Wang was going to be hit by this blow, he suddenly moved his body to the side for some reason and barely avoided the knife flash.

But the knife still cut off a few strands of his hair.

"Huh, brother, your swordsmanship is really deadly!"

Wang Ye said to the swordsman with some relief.

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The swordsman smiled a bit naively and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure about this move. Please forgive me."

"Hey, it's normal to get hurt during a sparring match, but since you're so strong, I won't hold back."

Wang Ye said this and stomped his heel on the ground.

Then he rushed forward again, but this time when he collided with the swordsman, he was much more flexible and at ease than before.

The onlookers were all shocked by this.

They were all amazed that Wang Ye was hiding so deeply.

But only Yang Fang could see the real scene on the field.

The moment Wang Ye stomped his heels, the Fenghou Qimen Formation was activated.

Fenghou Qimen's methods are not limited to magical attacks and the Golden Watchman.

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This is the pinnacle of Qimen magic. When in this formation, the caster can sense the subtle changes in the bodies of other people in the formation, and based on these subtle changes he can judge the other party's next move and so on.

The swordsman's actions were invisibly seen through by Wang Ye.

In this case, how can the opponent defeat Wang Ye?

Not long after, the swordsman admitted defeat.

Wang Ye smiled, bowed to the other party, said a word of acknowledgment, and then turned and left.

The same was true for the swordsman.

Both of them seemed to be very polite.

Wang Ye then went up to the audience and came to Yang Fang. He asked:

"Why is Taoist Yang interested in watching my match?"

"I'm just a little interested in that swordsman."

"Oh?"

"The Big Sword Sect has rarely appeared in recent years..."

"That's true."

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And the other side.

When the swordsman walked out of the venue.

His somewhat honest smile suddenly turned calm.

Then he took out a special communicator and sent a message on it:

"There's something strange about Wang Ye. We need to pay attention."

After doing this, he put away the communicator.

Then he walked towards where the crowd gathered.

And that calm face once again became honest...

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Chapter 172: The Swordsman Who Should Not Appear in This Era, the Desolation of Zhang Chulan~ (Subscribe!)

After watching Wang Ye's competition, Yang Fang decided not to stay here any longer.

He and Wang Ye left the venue together and then parted ways temporarily.

Wang had other things to do, so Yang Fang didn't ask too many questions.

However, before parting, Yang Fang gave Wang Ye some advice.

"Be careful of these people from small sects."

Faced with Yang Fang's words, Wang Ye was a little stunned for a moment.

But he soon realized something and nodded.

He didn't ask Yang Fang any more questions. This was the tacit understanding between smart people.

Soon, Yang Fang returned to the open space outside the venue.

Xu San, Xu Si and others are still here, but Feng Baobao and Feng Xingtong are missing.

They are the second group of people to enter the competition, and now they are preparing in advance.

After seeing Yang Fang coming back, Xu Si and the others greeted him, and then Xu Si came forward and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Yang, the '967' member, just went over to check on the scene. Did he discover anything?"

He deliberately avoided Zhang Chulan when he asked this question.

Yang Fang shook his head slightly in response to Xu Si's question.

This surprised Xu Si for a moment.

Then he received a secret message from Yang Fang:

"I didn't see anything specifically wrong, but that swordsman's attack was filled with murderous intent. He doesn't seem like a stranger from this era at all. There must be something wrong with him. Have someone pay more attention to him."

"At the same time, those people from the small sects should also pay more attention to them."

After receiving Yang Fang's words, Xu Si nodded silently.

Then Yang Fang looked at the four screens in front of him.

The first round of competition is still on the screen and has not yet finished.

It was Feng Shayan VS Zhi Jinhua.

These two people also entangled for quite a while in the original book.

But at this moment, Yang Fang's attention was not on these two women. He was still recalling the swordsman just now.

Every move and style of the opponent was a very standard sword technique. Apart from the subconscious murderous intent when he swung the sword, he was just a simple Chinese stranger.

There is no sign of anything unusual.

But it was precisely because of this that Yang Fang felt strange.

This guy... looks like he was trained deliberately.

The opponent's tactics against the enemy seemed to have been honed through many life-and-death battles.

There were some details that the other party might not have noticed, but Yang Fang saw them.

The swordsman chose the most energy-saving and effective angle to exert force for each move.

This is a person's subconscious behavior.

Only by experiencing many battles can one develop such skills.

If it were a real battlefield of life and death, this person would be the most powerful killer.

Suppose this was a time of war.

It's no surprise that you have such ability.

But now we have been at peace for a long time...

How could a young Chinese man who is less than 30 years old have such skills?

Unless... he is constantly training in life-and-death combat!

A member of a small sect that is almost lost is receiving training in life-and-death combat?

This is too bizarre.

In this day and age, even the Tang Sect hasn't seen bloodshed for a long time...

For such people, the biggest problem is that there are no problems!

Just as Yang Fang was thinking, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Master Yang, long time no see!"

Yang Fang turned his head to look.

Standing next to him was a young girl with a gentle smile.

Her long pink hair flowed like a waterfall, and her delicate face and good figure made her the visual center of the crowd.

It’s Lu Linglong!

"Master Linglong, long time no see."

Yang Fang smiled.

His address made Lu Linglong's face turn anxious immediately, and she said hurriedly:

"Oh! Master Yang, please stop calling me Taoist Priest!!! Just call me Linglong!!! Linglong is fine!!!"

"Okay, Taoist Linglong."

"Ah! You! Okay!"

Lu Linglong finally accepted her fate helplessly.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help swallowing when he looked at Lu Linglong beside Yang Fang.

For a thousand-year-old novice, a beautiful girl like Lu Linglong is indeed fatal.

Even though Zhang Chulan had been patient for many years, he was still subconsciously attracted to her.

But when he looked at Yang Fang next to him, he suddenly felt that his fate was unfair.

A Feng Shayan is already an excellent female companion among ordinary people.

Now there's another Lu Linglong?

This fate treats people so unfairly!!!

At this moment, Lu Linglong blinked her eyes and looked at Zhang Chulan beside her. She asked curiously:

"Zhang Chulan?"

"Hmm? Hey hey hey!"

Zhang Chulan, who had just been cursing his fate in his heart, immediately echoed it...

This attitude made Yang Fang, Xu Si and others laugh secretly.

Lu Linglong then extended her hand towards Zhang Chulan and said:

"Hello, Zhang Chulan, I'm Lu Linglong. I've long heard of you."

"Oh, you're welcome."

The moment their hands touched, they separated.