The young man opened his eyes, his eyes as if he was like a star, with a bit of a noble young man's temperament. His eyes faintly swept and fell straight on Ye Luo.

"Mr. Ye, are you going to personally give Qian Peng's sword skills today? If you end up, Qian Peng cannot guarantee that he can take it."

The ordinary is naturally filled with a sense of arrogance. This is certainly a manifestation of one's self-confidence and a habit brought by a very high status.

Ye Luo didn't care and smiled and said, "Lu Qianpeng, the Lu family gave you this name, probably because they wanted you to be able to travel thousands of miles. Don't become a frog in the well and disappoint your adults. After winning a few ordinary players, you feel that you are a genius that no one can match? Humph, Ye is blinding. The world's talents don't know how many, what are you?"

Lu Qianpeng gently curled his lips and said, "I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was three years old. I have not met anyone who can take my three moves. Even if I am older, few people can compete with me in swordsmanship."

Ye Luo said a few words to him, but he was too lazy to continue. With the orders of Tongzhi, he could not really beat the other party. Just a verbal battle would be of no interest to him. It would be boring to win a verbal battle, and it would be even more ugly if he lost.

Ye Luo said: "Your opponent is not me, but the one next to me. Senior Brother of Nanling Academy, Zhang Qingyang."

It was only then that Lu Qianpeng seemed to have just seen Zhang Qingyang. His eyes turned and looked at him with a hint of curiosity: "You are Zhang Qingyang, I have heard of you."

Zhang Qingyang said: "Where have you heard of me?"

Lu Qianpeng said: "Mr. Wang He said to you in front of me, saying that he is the only genius you have seen in your life, and his talent for swordsmanship is still above me. He said that as long as you give you one or two years, it will be very easy to win at that time."

"Ha, I don't believe this." Lu Qianpeng's tone turned, and a trace of contempt naturally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He curled his lips and looked at Ye Luo and said, "You really have no one. Even such a little guy is sent here. Lord Wang He said that it will take at least one or two years before he can beat me. Of course, this is just what he said. In another one or two years, I will have sharpened my sword intention. Lord Wang He may not be my opponent, let alone such a child."

Ye Luo was too lazy to refute him and said, "What kind of treatment can your Lu family win from Tongzhi depends on this battle. No matter what victory or loss this battle is the last battle. You can do it yourself."

Lu Qianpeng said confidently: "It's beyond my surprise that you can hold on to this day. Among the same level, my sword skills are invincible."

Lu Qianpeng should have practiced his sword skills well, his whole body was filled with sword energy, and a trace of sword intent could be vaguely seen. He stood there like a sword unsheathed.

Ye Luo was indeed quite surprised by his talent. When Lu Qianpeng came here a week ago, his aura was not so abundant in his body. Although his swordsmanship was good, he was not so sharp and compelling.

The heir of the Lu family regarded this crisis as a training. The sword was sharpened more and more sharply, and it was really extraordinary.

Ye Luo thought in his heart that Lu Qianpeng is not an easy person. He would probably take some effort to suppress the opponent by himself. From this point of view, he became less and less optimistic about Zhang Qingyang. Although Zhang Qingyang was extremely talented and had understood the sword intent, his sword technique was really terrible. Once the battle was fought, the sword could not touch Lu Qianpeng's side, so how could he win?

He looked at Zhang Qingyang, intending to ask.

Lu Qianpeng's sword energy was so strong that it stood in front of him like a peak.

Zhang Qingyang was eager to try and asked, "Is there a rule of victory or defeat?"

Ye Luo said: "Even if you lose if you fall out of the field, you will end up admitting defeat. Only swordsmanship is allowed."

Zhang Qingyang said: "Can you summon pet beasts to merge?"

Before Ye Luo could answer, Lu Qianpeng said proudly: "You won't want to allow fusion. My pet beast is the immortal level. If you allow fusion, we don't have to compare. I see your age. Even if you have the chance, pet beasts are at most the peak of the alien beast level. I don't take advantage of you, and everyone will not summon pet beasts, they all rely on their abilities."

Zhang Qingyang had a strange look on his face. Although this man was unpleasant, he was still quite honest.

"Okay, then don't summon pet beasts." Zhang Qingyang walked onto the martial arts field.

Lu Qianpeng said: "For the future of the family, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. If you are hit hard, please don't be too anxious. It's not that you can't do it, but that I'm too strong."

The two bowed at the same time, and Lu Qianpeng said, "Please, I'm here!"

His body shook, and the distance of more than ten meters was over half in an instant. As he continued to move forward, he drew his sword and unsheathed it.

At this moment, Lu Qianpeng's body seemed to have suddenly grown a lot. Before the person arrived, the sword had already come from bottom to top.

The whole action was completed in one go. Although the two were not close, Lu Qianpeng integrated the distance between them into his sword technique. He gave people the illusion that the sword had arrived in front of him as soon as he set out to his sword.

Zhang Qingyang's eyes were shiny, and the Sword of the Eight Directions focused on the use of space. The opponent's sword skills gave him another novel feeling.

"Good come." Zhang Qingyang shouted softly in his heart. He turned sideways, and the hilt of the rat bone sword gently hit the opponent's sword tip. The opponent's sword blade shook, and the whole person was exposed in front of him. When he saw the opportunity, he was about to use the dragon's tail to kick the opponent out.

At the last moment of lifting his legs, Zhang Qingyang suddenly felt excited and remembered that this was a competition of swordsmanship, and he could only use swordsmanship.

Zhang Qingyang sighed in his heart, it was really the other party’s posture just now.

During the process of lifting and closing legs, Zhang Qingyang's flaw flashed.

Lu Qianpeng was surprised that the other party could break his sword move with the smallest amplitude and the least force, and the next moment he saw the other party reveal a flaw.

Lu Qianpeng despised himself: "It's still too tender, and it reveals a flaw in one move. It must be a rookie who has never fought with others. Within ten moves, I will teach you how to be a human being."

The muscles of the legs were bulging like an old tree, and the strong power was instantly transmitted. The two toes stepped on two small pits on the solid martial arts ground. Lu Qianpeng borrowed the power of the collision from the ground and his body instantly soared into the air, his hands and feet stretched out at the same time, and the sharp sword in his hand pierced Zhang Qingyang's chest.

A series of actions were completed in the flash, and a fierce sword energy came through like an angry strong arrow.

The opponent's use of space is indeed extraordinary, expanding his attack range to the greatest extent.

While evaluating the advantages and disadvantages of the opponent's swordsmanship, Zhang Qingyang unfolded the dragon and traveled all over the world. His steps were staggered, like a swimming fish shaking his head and tail suddenly drew an arc, avoiding the opponent's sword edge and wandering to the other side.
Chapter completed!