When Wu Zitian heard the four words "Beishan Sword Sect", he was stunned, "The Beishan Sword Sect of Liu Anzhi, the sword leader of today?

Will he listen to you?"

"Liu Anzhi is no longer the head of the sword, and although Beishan Sword Sect worships Beishan as its sect, Liu Anzhi never admits that he is the sect leader."

Tan Shumo took a deep breath, "Besides, Beishan Sword Sect said it was a sect, but in fact it was just a group of sword fools talking to themselves. Apart from worshiping Liu Anzhi as the sect leader and the Red-clothed Sword God as the ancestral master, there was no other position. No matter how high or low the sect disciples were, they had no right to control the other party. They were scattered and a group of mobs."

Speaking of this, Tan Shumo smiled, "And the most important thing is that Yan Qingjun is a swordsman, the kind who is extremely stupid. In his world, the level of swordsmanship should be judged by life and death, so as long as he is a sword cultivator who is similar to his realm, he wants to kill him."

As he said this, a gloomy smile appeared on Tan Shumo's face, "Wei Yuan's swordsmanship should be not low. We can just inform Yan Qingjun of this news. He will naturally find a way to participate in tomorrow's team disciple competition. After all, with him joining, Liang Guo can even include the leader of the team disciples in his pocket."

"It's right, but there is another question. Where can we find this Yan Qingjun?"

Wu Zitian asked again.

"Don't worry, he is in this Liangcheng. He naturally wants to join in the fun because of such a big event in the Heaven and Earth Symposium. Unfortunately, he has not been able to obtain the qualification to participate in the meeting with his first level of fetal breathing. He is more than enough to be a disciple of the team."

"The first state of fetal breathing?"

Hearing this realm, Wu Zitian frowned slightly, "It is rumored that Wei Yuan could compete with the ninth level at the seventh level, and he even broke into the demon-suppressing cave alone. Now he has entered the ninth level, and a fetal breathing first level may be..." "Young Master Wu doesn't know that Yan Qingjun's strength is not weak. There are as many cultivators in the middle level of fetal breathing who died in his hands. His talent is incredible. If he hadn't insisted on joining the Beishan Sword Sect, he would have been a disciple of the inner courtyard of Shangyang Academy at this time."

After hearing this, Wu Zitian's face looked slightly better, "I just hope I won't make a stepping stone for that boy Wei Yuan again."

At night, in the cool city, a figure flashed out in the most luxurious and top-notch Ramadan inn, and disappeared into the night.

Tan Shumo traveled through several long streets, and finally stayed outside an inconspicuous inn, turned over to the second floor, and knocked on the window of a room facing the street.

"who?"

A faint sound came from the room.

"Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for many years, I miss you very much."

Tan Shumo spoke with a smile on his face.

Then, the window opened and Tan Shumo turned over and entered the room.

A candlelight was lit, and his appearance was ordinary. Yan Qingjun, who was in his twenties, was wearing a black suit and holding a sword in one hand. It seemed that the sword would not be let go even if he died. She sat at the table and said indifferently, "Is there anything wrong?"

"If you're fine, you can't come to you anymore?

No matter how you say, I have some friendship, can you not be so indifferent to your friends?"

Tan Shumo spoke with a smile.

"You are not my friend, and I don't have friends either. If you have nothing to do, just leave."

Yan Qingjun spoke without any appreciation.

Tan Shumo was not surprised. When he just entered the Imperial College a few years ago, he had experienced the frontiers of Liang Haoliang Country. At that time, Yan Qingjun, whom he met at that time, had a fight, and it was considered that he would not know each other without fighting.

"Brother Yan, then I won't be nonsense. Let me tell you this. I know you are obsessed with swordsmanship and want to find a suitable opponent to hone your swordsmanship."

As he said this, Tan Shumo sat down and continued to speak with a smile on his face, "I found a rival for you, which must be very suitable for your taste."

Hearing this, Yan Qingjun sneered, “Do you think I am a fool?

Your and my friendship is just a chance meeting. You have worked so hard that you found me in the middle of the night and are so secretive. I guess I want to borrow my sword and kill the person you want to kill."

Seeing that he saw through it at a glance, Tan Shumo was not panicked, and still had that smile and nodded, "Yes, that's true, but this person will never disappoint you."

"Among the younger generation of Haoguo who has entered Liang this time, there are only a few people using swords, Daoque, Xu Buzhuo, and the three people of Jianming Valley. I can't kill these people. Although sword skills should be judged by life and death, I don't want to die at the hands of people with higher levels than my own. As for Jianming Valley, I don't want to provoke Wu Jianxin."

Tan Shumo was slightly surprised, "Brother Yan is so alert. In just a few words, I know that the person I want to kill is my own."

Yan Qingjun sneered, "You are in the upper realm of fetal breathing, and the talismans are even more unpredictable. There are only two reasons why you don't go to kill this person in person. First, you can't beat it, but if you can't even beat you, I'm afraid I can kill him, so there is only the second reason left. You can't kill this person because he is from Haoguo."

After listening to Tan Shumo, he couldn't help but applaud, "Brother Yan is indeed extremely agile, but the person I want to kill is not the ones you mentioned."

“Who is that?

There are not many good sword skills in Haoguo's team. Although I follow the decision of life and death, I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Those who die under my sword should be both geniuses of sword cultivators, not cats and dogs."

"If you want to talk about a swordsman genius, this person deserves it. Have you ever heard of someone who beats the ninth grade with a seventh grade and cuts the sword intent with just one sword?"

Hearing his words, Yan Qingjun's eyes flashed, "The seventh grade is better than the ninth grade, not bad, but at this level, I can't even stop my sword, and I don't have the right to die under my sword."

"He has already entered the ninth grade, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary, and there is no difficulty in going against the trend. The disciples of the team who are in Haoguo will compete with Haoguo tomorrow on behalf of Haoguo. Is such a swordsman genius, really planning to let go of such a swordsmanship?"

Yan Qingjun was silent for a moment. Before he could speak, Tan Shumo said again, "That's all about it. What's the plan? Please consider it yourself. I would like to remind you more, this son is named Wei Yuan, a genius of the Three Cultivation of Talisman Medicine and Sword. I think even Brother Yan, it will be difficult to defeat him."

As he said this, Tan Shumo stopped continuing, got up and walked towards the window, turned over, and finally left a sentence, "Before tomorrow morning, I believe that the disciples of Liang's team will decide. If Brother Yan wants to see this person's style, he hopes to do it as soon as possible."

As he said that, his figure quietly disappeared into the night.

Only Yan Qingjun was left in the room, so he naturally knew Tan Shumo's mind, just killing people with a knife, but if this person is worthy of his killing, then he would have no scruples. As for whether he was being used by others, Yan Qingjun, who was obsessed with swordsmanship, he didn't care at all.
Chapter completed!