But when it comes to Su Changyu and Ye Ping, Xu Qiubai always feels that there is something wrong with these two people. First, Ye Ping said that he was dull and it took him several months to comprehend only the Four Thunder Sword Force and the Sky River Sword Force. This sentence is too stiff. As for Su Changyu, although he didn't speak the whole time, he revealed the temperament of a master all the time, which made Xu Qiubai even more depressed. You are obviously only at the fifth level of Qi training, why do you have to pretend to be a master? Of course, the most important thing is still one point. That is, before Su Changyu and Ye Ping got on the car, Miss Shuang'er and Miss Ning'er were basically chatting with him the whole time. But ever since Su Changyu and Ye Ping got in the car, their eyes were all on Su Changyu and Ye Ping. Although they didn't say anything, anyone who paid attention would know that Shuang'er and Ning'er were more or less interested in Su Changyu and Ye Ping. This made Xu Qiubai very uncomfortable. As the young master of Lijian Villa, he was the pride of the world wherever he went. He was the center of attention everywhere.
But in front of Su Changyu, he was really not good enough. So Xu Qiubai felt very uncomfortable. He was so jealous and extremely jealous of Su Changyu, but he couldn't express this jealousy. It goes against the way of a gentleman. But at this moment, Xu Qiubai was a little shaken. Because Su Changyu's temperament is not at all pretended, but is natural and cannot be disguised. So Xu Qiubai really couldn't be sure whether Su Changyu was really pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Under the carriage. After listening to what the Four Thunder Sword Sect disciples said, Su Changyu couldn't help but look forward. At first glance, he happened to meet the eyes of the young man in black. Su Changyu felt inexplicably embarrassed. He didn't expect to see the other person as soon as he looked up. This kind of eye contact inexplicably feels provocative. Su Changyu wanted to lower his head, but he couldn't. If he lowered his head or looked away, wouldn't he appear to be a coward? Mr. Su can tolerate anything, but he can't tolerate others bragging. The two stared at each other for a long time. Not far away, the young man in black also became curious. He saw through Su Changyu's level of cultivation at a glance. Five levels of Qi training. But he never cared about his realm of cultivation. He was a sword fanatic and only cared about the way of the sword. The attainment in the way of the sword had nothing to do with the level of cultivation.
What puzzled the young man in black was that Su Changyu's sword intent was very weak, so weak that he could not even sense it. Theoretically speaking, Su Changyu's swordsmanship skills are extremely mediocre, but the problem is that Su Changyu dares to look him in the eye. Don't underestimate this brief eye contact. In fact, it is a sword-fighting eye contact. If the other party's sword skills are weaker than his, he will involuntarily look away. But Su Changyu didn't. On the contrary, the indifference revealed in Su Changyu's eyes made him even more surprised. If he was really an ordinary swordsman, it would be impossible for him to reveal such an expression. This is definitely not something that can be faked. Because no one can pretend to be so real. But the next moment, the black-clothed young man's expression suddenly changed. He sensed an extremely terrifying sword force, which was like thunder and a surging river. Even this terrifying sword force is only one step away from condensing into sword intent. The young man in black shifted his gaze and locked onto a man. This person is Ye Ping. Ye Ping is only a few years older than the young man in black, but beneath his calm eyes, there is a tremendous sword force. Very strong! Very strong! No, not very strong, extremely strong. He could sense that the sword force revealed by Ye Ping was almost condensed into sword intent. This is terrible. Sword momentum and sword intent are two completely different concepts. Even though he was the number one swordsman in Qingzhou, Taoist Siji only condensed the Four Thunder Sword Intent when he was three hundred years old. It took him more than two hundred years to condense the Four Thunder Sword Intent. But the man in front of him, who looked to be in his early twenties, gave him the illusion that he was only half a step away from concentrating his sword intent. In just over twenty years, it has been possible to achieve this. It is horrible, horrible, extremely horrible. You have to know that even I, who started practicing swordsmanship at the age of three, have been fourteen years now, and I am still one step away from condensing the sword intent. So Ye Ping is very strong! Assuming a real fight broke out, the young man in black felt that he didn't have much chance of winning. But in an instant, the young man in black smiled. That's right, he smiled. There was an unconcealable smile in his eyes.
He came to Qingzhou not to take first place, nor to challenge the reputation of the Qingzhou sword cultivators. Instead, he looked for a swordsman who was stronger than himself. He wants to hone his sword skills. Therefore, you must find a sword cultivator who is stronger than you. Not only must he be stronger than you, but he must also not be too much older than you. Otherwise, it will be meaningless. However, after staying here for more than ten days, he did not meet any sword cultivator stronger than him. He was disappointed, extremely disappointed. But now he is not disappointed. Because he met it. I met the person I had been waiting for. and many more! Suddenly, the young man in black suddenly thought of something. His eyes couldn't help but look at Su Changyu again. He sensed Ye Ping's sword power and realized that he was indeed a young swordsman. However, anyone who can be with a kendo expert must be good. But he could not sense Su Changyu's sword power. Just prove one point. Su Changyu's swordsmanship was so powerful that he could not even sense it. Yes, that's right, that's the only possibility. Su Changyu is the real strong one. Otherwise, how could he have such a temperament? How could he dare to look me in the eye? As his thoughts came to light, the black-clothed young man's eyes revealed even more ecstasy. For a moment, the young man in black wanted to challenge Su Changyu more than challenging Ye Ping. "I am an unknown swordsman. I came to Qingzhou to hone my sword skills. Could you give me some pointers?" The boy's voice sounded. This was the first time he spoke and took the initiative to challenge. For a moment, it caused an uproar. "It seems that this person is indeed a peerless swordsmanship master." "Yes, this young man in black has won more than 200 games in a row. He seems to be disdainful of all the sects in Qingzhou, but he is so respectful to this man. I guess he sensed the power of this man's sword."
"Yes, that's right. A true sword master will gather sword energy in his body even if he doesn't make a move. If two sword masters stand together, they can tell who is better without even making a move. It seems that the young man in black has sensed the other's sword energy." "Hiss! I was wondering why I sensed a powerful sword force when this carriage appeared. It turned out to be him." "??? Big brother, please stop pretending, can you still sense the sword's power? It's a good thing if you can sense even a hair, do you know hair?" The crowd was talking, and at this moment many people felt that Su Changyu was an unparalleled master. And not far away. After Su Changyu heard the black-clothed young man's invitation to fight, he was completely stunned. Really? Just by looking at you, you take the initiative to challenge me? Can't you see that I'm a loser at the fifth level of Qi training? Can't you sense the sword power of my junior brother beside me? You call yourself a kendo master? My junior brother is right next to you, but you don’t challenge me? Picking the weak persimmon? Su Changyu was a little confused. With the black-clothed youth's invitation to fight, Su Changyu was completely caught in a dilemma. If you say you refuse the invitation to fight, then you are done for. Not to mention that Li Yu and the surrounding cultivators look down on me, I'm afraid my junior fellow apprentice brother will think that he is a waste, right? But if you say accept the invitation, then you will be out of luck even faster. Su Changyu would rather find a cool place to lie down by himself to avoid the stench of the corpse affecting others. Just when Su Changyu was about to refuse. Ye Ping's voice suddenly rang out. "Big Brother, you are a master swordsman. Even if you win against this man, it would seem unfair. Why don't you let Junior Brother do this battle?" Ye Ping's voice suddenly rang out. He could see that Su Changyu was not afraid of this man at all, but the reason why he had not replied was very simple. Because... this young man in black is not worthy of the eldest brother's sword. That's right. The eldest senior brother is an unparalleled master of swordsmanship, how could he possibly accept a fight with just anyone? Su Changyu's sword is only used against peerless sword masters. For such an ordinary person, if he wins, it is unfair, and if he loses... it is basically impossible for him to lose.
After realizing this, Ye Ping took the initiative to ask for a fight. When he heard that his junior brother was willing to help him fight. Su Changyu was overjoyed. That’s a good idea. Great, that's it. Leave the pretense to me. The fight is up to you.