Although Yue Qianqiu left for a long time, he had many gods and had those things when he was away. Someone explained them clearly to him. Therefore, he was very happy to fight Luo Yingzi from Qingcheng to see if there was a real gap. If he lost, he hoped that he could catch up with more targets in the future.

However, as soon as his proposal came out, Zhen Rong, who had invited him to fight, did not come out, but aroused another group of eager guys. For a moment, there were more than ten or eight who were willing to fight him, and more than twenty or thirty.

Yue Qianqiu ran back and forth, and then dealt with Chen Zheng's sneak attack. When he thought that he had not even achieved the purpose of screening out future classmates in Wuyingguan today, he would certainly not refuse these challenges at this time. He first ordered Sun Li to go to warm wine and barbecue, followed by two skewers of meat and a glass of wine. He wiped his mouth and then raised the Mo Dao in his hand.

"So many of you want to fight, but I only have one. So I can do it. Beat the drum and pass the flowers. You push one person out and blindfold the drum. The drum sounds stop. Whoever flowers are in your hands will end up! Come on, today, there is no difference between the winner and the loss, just about happiness. If I lose, I am inferior to others. If I win, you are inferior to others!"

If Yue Qianqiu's method is praised, then his last sentence will satisfy a large group of young men and girls. For a moment, several girls also followed suit and joined the challenge team. When the drums and passing the flowers really started, Sister Zi Jia, who was mentioned in Nuonuo, was the youngest girl among the Emei triplets, was actually the first to be picked.

The battle was so heart-wrenching... It was as slow as an old cow pulling a broken cart. No matter how Zi Jia changed her sword technique, Yue Qianqiu defended it from beginning to end. It was not until a long time before he noticed a flaw and slowly slapped Zi Jia's sword away.

But after the second excited boy came on stage, Yue Qianqiu immediately became extremely fierce and fierce. He killed the man in less than ten moves without leaving any armor, so that he was blind when he ended up, and obviously suffered too much damage.

When Song Jianjia, who was in the rejuvenation of the spring scene, came out with aura, and let the other party perform his martial arts well. Then he "carelessly" knocked Song Jianjia's knife away.

This combination of men and women lasted for three pairs. Yue Qianqiu, who had won six games in a row, once again welcomed a male opponent who was three or four years older than him.

Seeing that the other party was taking a defensive position as if he had learned from the lessons of his predecessors, he yawned a big yawn. Then he suddenly flashed his eyes, flipped his left hand, and threw out seven or eight locust stones with his casual hands. He rushed forward while the other party was dodging, and put the Mo Dao almost on the tip of the other party's nose with one move.

"Soldiers are a trick. This senior brother, you are fighting too upright."

But after the fight, Yue Qianqiu said with a smile: "Okay, I just ate two skewers of meat and a glass of wine. I have almost exhausted it. Whoever is interested in continuing to fight me? Now, even if you register in our Xuandao Hall, as long as you can go back, I will definitely fight one by one! The martial artists in the world are all family, and we don't learn from those officials. We will plot against each other all day long. If we lose, we will think about winning back. After we don't win, we will accept disciples and win back. Isn't that okay?"

With Yue Qianqiu's refreshing remarks, even though he had disappeared for a while before, everyone had forgotten them. Even though not everyone agreed with him, a wealthy young man from the Prime Minister's House, most people had to correct their original views.

Even Zhen Rong, who had not gone out to fight just now, had to admit that what Ye Fengjie, a disciple of Cuiwei Villa, said before, was indeed reasonable. This young master Yue Jiu is indeed a very different person!

Although Yue Qianqiu joked that he would be waiting for the challenge at any time, he had already played seven games just now. He didn't feel that so many people had the time to come to challenge him. But what surprised him was that there were still many people who went to Dai Zhanning to register for the challenge time. Almost all those who had not been able to fight him before were all gone, and even the female disciples from Emei and Huichunguan were no exception.

In this relaxed atmosphere that became active again, Zhou Jiyue had already brought several disciples from his White Lotus Sect to get paper and pen, brought a large wine jar, and brought a sheep. When Yue Qianqiu saw that the wine jar and the sheep were placed in front of him, the paper was spread out and the pen was dipped ink, and he immediately picked up the pen and splashed ink on the white paper, and Liu Fangyuan beside him read aloud.

"The winter of the 46th year of Yuanhe, on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month. Now there are Shaolin, Qingcheng, and Emei..." After pronounced the names of twenty sects, Liu Fangyuan couldn't help but raise the voice a little on the name of Xuandao Hall. "The 21 young heroes of Xuandao Hall and other sects gathered in Shitou Mountain. I heard that Xu Houcong, the head of the Shengong Sect of Yan'an Prefecture, led the crowd to defect to Beiyan, and abandoned the eight people under the sect to ignore..."

Qing Fengnian had already bit his lips with his teeth without realizing it. And beside him, all the junior brothers were in a state of silence. Just now, they confirmed from Elder Ying that the only two surviving elders of the Shengong Sect collided with the people from Wudesi on the road and almost fell into Shen Zheng's hands. If Yueying hadn't come quickly and held the emperor's order, they would have been afraid they would not have seen him.

Who would have thought that once he entered Beijing, the former teachers and fellow disciples would be separated from each other, and those who were left behind would almost live their lives with the reputation of a traitor? Why? Why?

When a piece of writing was not good enough and the oath was written, Yue Qianqiu clapped his hands hard. When everyone's eyes and gaze were focused on him, he bent down and opened the wine jar, and then began to speak.

"Zhou Master Zhou proposed to kill blood as an alliance to kill the rebels, so I naturally agreed with both hands. But Zhou Zongdao was forced to force everyone, and everyone could go back to Jinge Hall to eat, drink and have fun, or leave Xuandao Hall. But if you are willing to show the ambitions of our warriors to the world, then please drink a bowl of sheep blood wine and leave your name on the affidavit!"

The blood sworn now is no longer as primitive as the blood of animals on the lips as before. Killing a sheep and putting its blood into the wine is just the easiest way.

While most people were hesitating, the first person had already walked towards Yue Qianqiu, which was the heavy-faced Elder Ying. When he arrived in front of Yue Qianqiu, he suddenly took out a dagger from his arms and waved it high. With a few screams, he cut off the rope tied to the sheep. Seeing the frightened sheep running, he turned around and looked at everyone.

"My Shengong Sect has been born in the unfilial leader, but thanks to so many people, I have just asked these disciples to stand here and say a thousand words. I can't even give all my gratitude. What's more, the matter of Shengong Sect has to work for everyone to swear, and I feel even more guilty. Why use the blood of this animal? Just use my blood to clean up the shame that Shengong Sect has carried this time!"

After saying this, he actually slashed his wrist with a knife. As blood flowed into the wine jar that had just been opened, he said palely: "I am old and I am not willing to die, but these disciples of the Shengong Sect in the prosperous age are innocent. I just hope that everyone will drink my blood and wine, and regard the affairs of the Shengong Sect as a lesson! As for the removal of the rebels, I dare not work for everyone. After today, I should cry and cry and beg for the Northwest to serve as a dead soldier. Every war first, I swear to humiliate Xu Houcong, who was the ancestor of the Shengong Sect!"

"Master!"

"Uncle Ying!"

I heard the sad and angry voices of several disciples of the Divine Bow Sect, and saw them rushing forward quickly. Yue Qianqiu glanced at him and saw that the young disciples of various major sects could hardly see much gloating or indifference at this time, but more of the heart-wrenching feeling of empathy and the grief and anger that hurts them.

At this age that is far from smooth, most young men have hot hearts and blood!

"I want to swear! I will kill the traitors and swear to not return until they break the Northern Yan!"

"You must kill that despicable villain!"

"Maybe the rest of the Shengong Sect was also taken away by the dog leader! You must cut the traitor into pieces!"

At this time, Li Yiming also took advantage of the situation and echoed: "Since that's the case, I'll testify to everyone!"

Elder Ying looked at one person after another and raised his arms high. He watched the female disciples of Huichunguan hurriedly stepped forward to stop the bleeding and bandage him. He watched bowls of wine pour out of the jar, and the names written in blood fell on the oath at the age of him.

He and Xu Houcong, the senior brother of the leader of Beiyan, who is now betrayal in Beiyan, also had this youthful youth, but that was a long time ago. Over the years, he has heard more and more complaints, more and more lamentations and dissatisfaction, more and more insults and quarrels... But he never expected that Xu Houcong would choose to take the path of no return.

Senior brother, someone who doesn’t even want family and country, will Beiyan really treat you as a guest of honor?
Chapter completed!