Chapter 123 I’m just a child

When Du Chen reminded him that Qu Qingliu was a "teacher-liker", Fang Xun probably understood a little.

Although Fang Xun had not fought in reality or in the martial arts hall in the previous three months, he did not just talk about philosophy with Jiumozhi.

The Sixingtang was also expanding rapidly, with branches set up in every county of Guangling Prefecture. In addition to some of its own merged industries, it brought in a large amount of wealth and cultivation resources every month.

Moreover, a lot of intelligence was collected, which was not very valuable. It was all public information about famous people or forces in Jiangzhou, such as the resume information of the Three Friends of Songlin.

Fang Xun had done his homework on people like the Songlin Three Friends who were on his kill list.

Among the three, Qu Qingliu is the one who is said to be 'a know-it-all', but it would be more appropriate to say 'taking advantage of his seniority'.

In the Jiangzhou martial arts world, every once in a while you can hear about some master of the younger generation being easily defeated by the 'Green Pine Sword', or some young fool being taught a lesson by it.

In the past twenty years, there have been few reports of Qu Qingliu fighting with his peers. He only focuses on the younger generation to "instruct" or even step on them.

Fang Xun didn’t know what others thought, but he strongly suspected that this old guy was very unhappy when he was young, and when he got old, he saw other young people full of vigor and vitality, which made him very unhappy, so he wanted to attack them?
But Fang Xun would not tolerate him and directly retorted.

Qu Qingliu's face darkened instantly, and the other swordsmen on the Liujian Stage were alarmed and looked over here.

Du Chen, who was not far from Fang Xun, also changed his expression after hearing this. He hurriedly walked between the two and said, "Brother Fang, Senior Qu, you two are both honored guests of my sect. If you have anything to say, please talk to each other in a nice way and don't create any grudges."

Qu Qingliu's heart moved when he heard this, and he felt that Fang Xun was not a person without background, so his expression relaxed a little, but there was still a trace of determination in his voice.

"Whose apprentice are you? Is this how your master taught you to talk to elders?"

After hearing this, Du Chen's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that this was not good. Qu Qingliu had touched Fang Xun's taboo. He quickly turned to look at Fang Xun, and sure enough, he saw that the smile on the other's face slowly disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.

So he hurriedly said to Qu Qingliu: "Senior Qu, this is Guangling Prefecture's Black Hand Sword Fang Xun. His master, Mr. Wei, just passed away, and he is in a bad mood for the time being. Please wait for a moment."

When Qu Qingliu heard Du Chen point out Fang Xun's identity, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

He was usually very particular about how he treated people. He never messed with disciples from big and powerful sects, nor did he mess with independent people at the top of the Dragon and Phoenix List. That was why he had been able to live such a comfortable life over the years.

But if you walk on the road at night too much, you will eventually encounter ghosts. Now he feels like he has encountered a ghost.

Originally, seeing that Fang Xun's Qi was just ordinary and not seeing anything great about him, he habitually opened his mouth to offer some "guidance".

But he never expected that the opponent was Black Hand Sword, who was ranked 67th on the Dragon and Phoenix List, and was rumored to be cruel and ruthless, and also particularly narrow-minded.

Even if this kind of person is far weaker than you now, if you hold a grudge against him after offending him, who knows if he will come back to seek revenge on you after he breaks through and becomes enlightened?

At this moment, Fang Xun already had a hint of murderous intent in his heart.

"Let's find out what this guy is capable of first!"

Thinking of this, he said directly to Du Chen: "Brother Du, please lend me your sword. I want to see if this 'Green Pine Sword' is really powerful, or is it just a useless old sword that takes advantage of its age!"

No matter how much I say, it would be better to have a fight to find out everything clearly, and find out Qu Qingliu's background at the same time. If possible, I can kill him tonight when it's late at night!
In an instant, the surrounding swordsmen stepped back far away, ready to watch the show.

Qu Qingliu's anger surged up in his heart, and he drew out the sword from his waist with a clang. "You are so arrogant, your master never taught you how to be a man, so let me teach you!"

He was just wary of the other party's future potential, but it didn't mean he was really scared. He was being called a waste. If he didn't show any reaction, he wouldn't have any use in the world anymore!

Du Chen, who was sandwiched between the two, looked embarrassed and made a final effort to persuade Fang Xun: "Brother Fang, is there anything that cannot be discussed in a calm manner? Is this really necessary?"

"Don't worry, Brother Du, I won't make it difficult for you."

Fang Xun said this calmly, then looked at Qu Qingliu again.

"We are only competing in swordsmanship, and the power is suppressed to the acquired perfection. If you lose, come to Guangling Mansion within a month and kowtow three times in front of my master's spirit, and this matter will be over!"

Du Chen felt relieved after hearing that. He was really afraid of bloodshed. He thought it would be fine as long as they suppressed their skills and fought with swords. Then he drew the long sword from his waist, handed it to Fang Xun, and slowly stepped aside.

Fang Xun took the sword and swung it, feeling it was okay, then looked at Qu Qingliu opposite him.

At this time, Qu Qingliu looked extremely depressed, and slowly said, "What if you lose?"

Fang Xun said casually, "I will admit my mistake to you if I lose. After all, I am just a child, and you are a respected person. You will not hold on to me even after admitting your mistake and make things difficult for a junior like me, right?"

Du Chen and the other swordsmen who were watching suddenly twitched their lips. This guy was too mean, but they didn't say anything.

Qu Qingliu's face darkened again. The other party was putting him in a position of power, and he really couldn't open his mouth to object, otherwise he would never be able to get rid of the label of "being disrespectful to the elderly and bullying the younger ones".

In the underworld, a righteous celebrity like him attaches great importance to reputation, otherwise if he has a bad reputation, he will have few supporters.

"You have a sharp tongue, but I wonder if your skills can really compare to your words!"

Qu Qingliu suppressed his anger and said one sentence before not saying anything else. He was afraid that if he said a few more words to Fang Xun, he would really get a brain congestion from anger.

Fang Xun smiled, then thrust his sword forward slowly.

When Qu Qingliu saw this, he sneered in his heart.

He just felt that the stab looked weak and powerless, and completely out of order. A stab by a three-year-old child would be better than this. He could have taken it with his eyes closed.

But the next moment, the tip of the sword suddenly turned, and in an instant it became as powerful as a storm. Seventeen consecutive sword strikes were made, causing Qu Qingliu's face to change.

choke--

A loud dragon roar seemed to ring in his ears, and the Seventeen Swords were like real dragons emerging from the sea, bringing with them huge waves and coming towards him. Qu Qingliu quickly raised his sword to block them.

After a series of clanging sounds, Qu Qingliu not only took all seventeen swords, but also returned three of them, which made Fang Xun think more highly of him.

"Just in terms of swordsmanship, he is far better than Du Feng."

While he was thinking in his mind, his hands were moving quickly, and for a while, the crisp sounds of clinking and clanging could be heard continuously from the sword platform.

(End of this chapter)