【Chapter 122】Sword God 1

When the banquet was about to end, a tall middle-aged man in his 40s walked in. The man was wearing an antique robe and a long knife behind his back, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the banquet.

This person just came in and everyone was quiet. All the celebrities looked at the tall man with awe. Yes, even Qian Heng was no exception. I am afraid that among these people, there are only Zhu Mingyang and Ning Jing, the old man of the Qian family and the three brothers of the Qian family.

When Zhu Mingyang saw this man, he exclaimed secretly: "A master is definitely a master. I am afraid he is the strongest master he has encountered now. He is more powerful than Dong Haichuan. He should be the number one master of the Qing Gang Yu Shengji."

The middle-aged man strode to Mr. Qian, bowed deeply and said, "I wish Uncle Qian a blessing as good as the East China Sea, longevity is longer than the South Mountain, and the limit is later."

Zhu Mingyang heard from Mr. Dong Haichuan that Yu Xianji was originally an orphan adopted by Mr. Qian. Later, Mr. Qian spent a lot of money to invite famous teachers to teach him. The two of them were like father and son, so it was no exaggeration to call Uncle Qian.

When Mr. Qian saw Yu Qiji, his eyes narrowed into a slit and his smile became even stronger: "Liji, you are here too."

Yu Qi said apologetically: "Shi Ji practiced outside, and I only received news from Uncle Qian some time ago, so I came late, so please forgive me."

Mr. Qian smiled and said, "It's good if you come, it's good if you come."

After Yu Xianji visited the old man, he exchanged greetings with the three brothers of the Qian family for a while, and then walked towards Zhu Mingyang, mainly for Qian Heng.

Yu Xianji came to Qian Heng's side and said with a smile: "Xiao Heng, our uncle and nephew have not met for a year."

He is actually over fifty years old, but he exercises frequently and practices internal skills, so he doesn't look old. In fact, he is older than Qian Heng's father Qian Yong, and he is considered Qian Heng's uncle.

Qian Heng even nodded respectfully and said, "Yes, it's been more than a year, and Uncle Yu is even more powerful."

After Yu Xianji asked Qian Heng, he immediately turned his head and looked at Zhu Mingyang. His eyes flashed, and he said louder: "You are what Mr. Dong said, Zhu Mingyang, Yu Xianji requested a fight."

Yu Shengji's voice was very loud, as if it was done on purpose. Everyone heard it. Perhaps he didn't want Zhu Mingyang to have any chance to refuse. The people here also knew Director Haichuan. Although his name was not as loud as Yu Shengji, he was also a person who shocked the world. Now he was the person who spoke from Dong Haichuan, which would naturally make everyone excited. Challenging in public like this is definitely a great shame for those who practice martial arts.

Who is Zhu Mingyang? He holds wealth that is as rich as a country, and has a superb martial arts skills. He only competes with Dong Haichuan and does not compete with other people. However, it was only that time that spread throughout the martial arts world. Naturally, he will not be timid and has absolute confidence in himself. Although he is very strong at the limit, he is still quite far from himself. He smiled and said, "Time and place, please decide!"

Seeing that Zhu Mingyang agreed, Yu Shengji laughed generously and said, "Of course, the sooner the better." As he said that, his whole body exuded a strong sense of fighting.

Zhu Mingyang was naturally not willing to be outdone, and also exuded an infinite fighting spirit. His momentum was definitely above the limit. He smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I'll come after I got the weapon in the room."

"Oh, weapons!" Yu Xianji heard Mr. Dong talk about Zhu Mingyang's situation, but he really didn't know what kind of weapons Zhu Mingyang would use, but obviously the other party took him seriously. He was a martial arts tycoon, the stronger the other party, the better, and he was unwilling to leave a move for himself. Even if he won like this, it would be disgraceful. He said excitedly: "Okay, if you take the weapons, we will go to the Qinggang Arena to compete. I want to see that it is as powerful as Mr. Dong said."

Zhu Mingyang did not answer, and returned to the hotel room as fast as possible. He quietly took out the Chixiao Sword from the Yidu Yuan Space, changed into a dress, carried the sword behind him, and returned to the banquet hall.

Although some of the people did not know Zhu Mingyang, this was the first time I saw Zhu Mingyang dressing like this, and I suddenly felt my eyes lit up.

Mr. Qian nodded unnaturally: "I have achieved extraordinary achievements at a young age. I really didn't expect that all-round civil and military talents will have unlimited futures."

Yu Xianji didn't care much about Zhu Mingyang's outfit, and his eyes moved to the sword behind Zhu Mingyang. He couldn't help but be shocked and said in a lost voice: "The Emperor's Dao Chixiao Sword."

Zhu Mingyang smiled indifferently and said, "It's the Emperor's Dao Chixiao."

Yu Shengji saw Zhu Mingyang's indifferent expression, and he secretly admired in his heart, but did not reveal it. He smiled and said, "Good swords are naturally matched with heroes. Let's go to the Qinggang Arena."

Zhu Mingyang smiled and said, "Please also lead the way."

Yu Xianji was not polite, first ran out at an extremely fast speed, while Zhu Mingyang followed him closely, his speed was no slower than Shengji. Seeing both of them running out, everyone ran downstairs, running, driving, and heading straight towards the Qing Gang arena. No one wanted to miss the shocking battle between these two people, especially those who practice martial arts such as Dong Haichuan and Wu Tiangang. Observing the battles of masters naturally had an extremely important effect on their martial arts understanding.

Yu Xianji and Zhu Mingyang ran too fast. If it weren't for the night, I'm afraid there would be many passers-by who would be frightened and screamed.

At first, Yu Xianji wanted to test Zhu Mingyang's strength. Did he raise his speed to the highest level as Dong Haichuan said. However, after running for a while, he found that Zhu Mingyang was still following him slowly. Until Yu Xianji was a little breathless, he found that Zhu Mingyang seemed to have no sign of breathing. He couldn't help but be hit and immediately reduced his speed. If he ran like this and ran to the arena, he might not have the strength to fight.

Seeing that the other party's speed slowed down, Zhu Mingyang naturally slowed down. After Yu Shengji discovered it, he turned around and responded to Zhu Mingyang with gratitude.

The two of them ran to the arena of the Qing Gang for more than half an hour. This place was a venue for members of the Qing Gang to compete in martial arts. In fact, it was a huge basement with several huge rings arranged inside, much larger than those common boxing rings. Zhu Mingyang and Yu Shengji jumped and jumped onto the ring.

Yu Qiji stretched out his hand and pulled out the dragon-scale sword behind his back. The sword was more than three feet long and its shape was like a dragon-shaped one. Now Yu Qiji, who is more than 1.9 meters tall, is holding it in his hand. It seems to be a golden-armored warrior standing tall in the myth. Zhu Mingyang held the Emperor Dao Chixiao Sword in his hand, and it is even more like the legendary sword immortal, with a magnificent spirit, and has the style of a master.

At this time, the people who were driving also arrived at the scene. When they saw the two of them confront each other, they were all staring at them with their breath and sitting on the chair outside.

Yu Shiji seemed to be unable to hold back, so he first used a knife. The knife was like wind and thunder, with great power, and seemed to pass through the space. In the blink of an eye, it appeared beside Zhu Mingyang. Zhu Mingyang ignored the fierce sword of Shiji, and his body turned slightly, avoided it with the flow. The sword in his hand stabbed directly at Shiji's head.

Yu Qiji's move was old at this time, and the new move was not released, so his body had to turn around in the air and avoid the sword, but his long hair was cut off by Zhu Mingyang's sword.

And this round, it seems to be evenly matched on the surface, but the Ming people can understand it at a glance, and it is obvious that Zhu Xianyang is better.

"Good sword technique!" Yu Shengji admired. The sword changed with him, and the speed was faster than before. It was faintly swift with wind and thunder. Zhu Mingyang did not hide this time, but went straight towards the sword.
Chapter completed!