The setting sun is like blood.

As a figure appeared, the crowds fell silent on the street outside Bafangzhai. In just a moment, there was a little more storm that was about to come and the wind filled the building.

At the intersection of the street, Shi Erlang was wearing a gray robe, holding a silver sword inverted, with his sharp eyes, and looked at the figure outside the three-story building. The momentum emitted silently made all the pedestrians around him stop and look back:

"Is it the Twelve Rou?"

"Why did he come out?!"

"The one outside Bafangzhai is..."

...

The monks whispered in a low voice, and the swordsmen and fairies walking on the street were all carefully retreating to both sides of the street, looking back and forth at the Twelve Lang of Juejian Cliff and the unknown handsome young man.

Above Bafangzhai, Bao Xiangyang, who was watching from behind the window, looked particularly excited.

Zuo Lingquan's identity has been exposed. He followed the Taohua Lord to Juejian Cliff. There is no need to cover up. When he walked on this street, he was recognized by Bao Xiangyang, who had been looking for an "idol".

Bao Xiangyang didn't know that Zuo Lingquan was injured, and felt that both sides wanted to fight, so he would fight outside Bafangzhai. He would also benefit from the Bafangzhai after Bafangzhai, so he spoke to Juejian Immortal Sect.

At this time, Shi Erlang came over, and just looking at the scene, he knew that the battle was about to begin. Bao Xiangyang adjusted the flowers in the mirror, and did not dare to show his vigor. He stared at the two people on both sides of the street.

Zuo Lingquan's reaction did not disappoint Bao Xiangyang and the Black Cliff Sword Ghost Chu Yi, who was concentrating on watching.

Under the green vine stone steps in Bafangzhai, Zuo Lingquan and Jingqiu walked side by side, while Xie Qiutao quietly picked up the dumplings that said she had a small breast.

Both women frowned when they noticed their sharp eyes.

Zuo Lingquan turned his head and looked at the figure standing in the middle of the street. He was very dissatisfied with this belligerent look and spoke casually:

"What are you looking at?"

Naturally, the tone is not kind.

Behind Bafangzhai is the wealthy eight-armed Xuanmen. The shop is opened in the most prosperous street of Xianjia Market. There are many pedestrians along both sides of the street.

The monk who can come here is not a sword cultivator, but also interested in swords. He recognizes who the sheathless sword immortal at the intersection of the street in terms of appearance.

When many people heard Zuo Lingquan's response, they breathed:

"Who is this? He is so arrogant outside Juejian Cliff?"

"He doesn't know Shi Erlang?"

"This arrogant tone... does it sound a bit like the sword demon Zuo Ci?"!!

As soon as this said, the monks on the street suddenly realized that they had no doubt about this.

Because the sword cultivator who came to Juejian Cliff, except for the newly emerged "Sword Demon", no one dared to speak so hard before the "Little Sword Demon".

All the suspicious monks turned into surprise in an instant, and the noise spread out at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, monks from afar rushed here and came here under the rules of "the market cannot pass by people's heads". If they could control the wind, the crowds that arrived in an instant could cover the setting sun in the sky.

The opening remark confirmed the identity of the "Sword Demon"; everyone's eyes were naturally focused on the "Little Sword Demon" Shierlang, and his eyes changed from awe to strangeness.

The monks watched the monks naturally hoped that Shi Erlang would say, "What do you think of you?" and then fight directly.

But when Shi Erlang stood outside his own sect, no matter how dissatisfied or dissatisfied, he had to consider the sect's demeanor. Facing Zuo Lingquan's "question", Shi Erlang held his sword and clasped his fists:

"Twelve Langs of Juejian Cliff, are you the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

Xie Qiutao has a very good news. She has read a lot of gossips of immortal sects in the attic these days. When she heard the name, her eyes lit up and quietly approached Zuo Lingquan:

"Shier Lang is the leader of Juejian Cliff. It seems that his sword skills are similar to yours. Recently, they have been dubbed the 'little sword demon' by people on the Taoist ..."

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he understood that the other party was here to find his face. After he came to Huajunzhou, he learned a lot of kendo masters. Because his swordsmanship style was similar, he was often compared with Shierlang, so he naturally heard of it.

But in the past, I always laughed it off.

Seeing Shierlang coming to the door, Zuo Lingquan's eyes were indifferent:

“So what?”

The monks along the street and even Bao Xiangyang on the second floor were not surprised by Zuo Lingquan's tone, but they still felt pleasing to the eye when they saw this attitude of "Sword Cliff in the Eyes".

Shierlang was obviously dissatisfied with Zuo Lingquan's attitude and frowned, but he didn't do it directly, and spoke first:

"Recently, Zuo Jianxian is in the limelight, and everyone knows it all over Jue Jian Cliff. Since Jue Jian Cliff has come, Jue Jian Cliff is also an old rule to make friends with martial arts. I wonder if Zuo Jianxian dares to fight?"

Everyone thinks that this is nonsense, the sword demon Zuo Ci dares not take the fight, so is it still the sword demon?

However, they still underestimated Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan didn't even raise his eyebrows, signaling Juejian Cliff behind him:

"You are too young, so you will practice for a few more years when you go back. Now you want to make friends with martial arts and call your master."

As soon as this said, the monks on the street were obviously shocked.

Bao Xiangyang on the second floor of the bookstore, even though he was mentally prepared, he still breathed:

"Does Zuo Jianxian not know who Master Shierlang is? I'm afraid I'm going to be overwhelmed..."

Chu Yi, the Black Cliff Sword Ghost in the Water Curtain, looked serious:

"We are afraid that we can't figure out the talent and understanding of the sword demon. Maybe we are telling the truth... But it's a bit too crazy to come out by Mu Yunshan, who calls it "Backup Sword God"..."

Not only outsiders, but also Xie Qiutao was a little shocked and quickly reminded:

"Shier Lang's master is the elder of Juejian Cliff and the sword..."

Zuo Lingquan was unmoved.

However, this move is not arrogant, but really not afraid.

So what about Elder Zhijian? Who dares to fight against swords outside the sect? He dares to draw his sword and try it out if the old sword god can come out.

It is an opportunity to compete with stronger people. If you lose, you can understand something. He is very happy to win it. When he fights with an opponent like Shierlang who is in the same realm, he doesn't even have the interest to draw his sword.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shi Erlang saw that the other party was so arrogant and even reached the point of "rudeness", he naturally put down his raised hand, put a sword flower, and pointed the sword edge diagonally on the ground:

"Brother Zuo seems too young and doesn't know the depth of the sword path. I want to ask my master for advice, depending on your own ability. Now you and I will settle your private affairs first. My Twelve Lang has been famous for nearly twenty years. Brother Zuo has just emerged. Just because your sword skills are similar, I have been nicknamed the "little sword demon" by many fellow Taoists. Swordsmen only strive for the first place, so there is no reason to surrender without fighting. Since Zuo Jianxian has come to Juejian Cliff, who is bigger and smaller, he must use a sword to make a conclusion."

Zuo Lingquan turned around and faced Shi Erlang across the street with his eyes calm:

"I just take the nickname of 'Sword Demon' as a joke. What outsiders call it, let them go. But if you take it as true and talk about the high and low of it with me for this, I can only remind you one sentence: Because your sword skills are similar to me, you are called the name of 'Little Sword Demon', and compared with me, I don't think you are polite. If you really think that there is only one word 'small' between you and me, then you take yourself too seriously."

"Wow"

There were screams everywhere on the street, and even many elders of the sect were stunned.

This statement is equivalent to saying that "the Twelve Lang dislikes him when he carries his shoes." It is no longer crazy, but he does not regard the Twelve as a human being at all.

Bao Xiangyang, on the second floor of the bookstore, slapped his knees suddenly and said, "Jue!"

Above the Juejian Cliff, thousands of sword cultivators were watching from afar, and when they heard this, they sweared.

Standing in the Welcoming Pavilion, Mu Yunshan stood with his hands behind his back and frowned:

"Fellow Daoist Cui, have you not told you what this junior is? "

Zhao Linglong's beautiful face was also a little unhappy:

"There is no second swordsman in Juejian Cliff who is so crazy. If he says this, if he can't beat him later, Dongzhou's face will be completely discarded."

The Lord of Peach Blossom already knows Zuo Lingquan very well, but he is still a little shocked when he hears this:

"Well... young people, it's normal to be full of energy."

...

At the intersection of the street, Twelve Langs stood with their swords, their eyes full of anger.

As a sword immortal who has already realized "Jianyi", how could he not be a little arrogant in his heart? Huang Chao's ancestor called him a useless person, and he was convinced. What qualifications does Zuo Lingquan, a peer who just emerged, have the right to humiliate him in this tone?

Shi Erlang raised his head slightly and said coldly:

"Whoever is the style of a swordsman who is surnamed Zuo, and he is humiliating others with words. How dare he speak with a sword?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned and pressed the hilt of the Xuanming Sword:

"I have always been polite and never compete for the sake of humiliating my opponents. I tell the truth. But sometimes the truth is not good, and it is not surprising that I am regarded as humiliating."

As the hands pressed the hilt of the sword, the market was tense and the atmosphere rose to its peak.

Everyone was frightened, looking at Zuo Lingquan, who was calm and unrestrained, and the angry Shierlang.

Originally, the two sides were competing for the size of the "Sword Demon", but when it comes to this, it is no longer that simple.

After this game, Zuo Lingquan lost, and was directly defeated, becoming an arrogant and ignorant young man. If Twelve Lang lost, he would probably have to go from a "little sword demon" to a "little bastard".

Shi Erlang stopped talking, his expression of face was completely restrained, and turned into calmness. An invincible sharp sword intent rose step by step at the intersection of the street, as if his figure was rapidly enlarging, slowly suppressing all the noise on the street.

Zuo Lingquan's expression never changed. He took a step forward, but Jingyan next to him grabbed his arm:

"Xiao Zuo, you..."

Zuo Lingquan turned his head and smiled, and continued to move forward.

Zuo Lingquan has injuries, but what if he is injured?

When it was time to draw the sword, Zuo Lingquan would not use any injuries on his body as an excuse to avoid war.

Faced with a life-and-death battle, your opponent will not wait for your injury to recover. Even if you break your hands and feet, you have to try your best.
To be continued...