The chivalrous spirit is fickle

The spring breeze was blowing, and new buds were sprouting on the willow trees on the river bank of Huiyin City. A green bird landed on a branch, and its tiny pupils reflected the lights of the entire city.

The meeting to report in Zong Mingfu is approaching, and countless martial arts masters have come to the city, making this already prosperous city extremely lively.

Although it was already late at night, the whole city was still brightly lit, with people coming and going in an endless stream.

The street was crowded with people. In the crowd, a knight patted the man standing next to him and asked politely.

"Excuse me, are you a disciple of the Yulin League?"

The man looked confused, shook his head and replied.

"No."

The knight asked again.

"Do you know anyone in Yulin League?"

"No."

"Oh, then is there any connection between you and the Yulin League?"

"No."

Hearing this, the knight breathed a sigh of relief, then became furious and slapped him.

"Damn it, you stepped on my foot!"

The man was slapped and was also furious. He immediately started fighting with the knight. The crowd immediately made way for a space for the two to fight more happily.

There have been countless fights like this in recent days, and no one would step forward to stop them. Instead, many people came over to watch the excitement. Among the crowd, a young swordsman squeezed in and watched with great interest.

"Oh, the monkey's trick of stealing peaches is quite good, but it's wrong."

"Of course the other one's crotch kick was also fierce, but it wasn't accurate enough."

"Hey, why are you taking his peach and hitting him in the face?"

"Stupid, your legs are longer than his, kick him in the crotch!"

"Are you stupid? He wants to take the peaches you don't want to take."

"Look, if you don't keep your distance, your peaches may be taken out at any time. Watch out for your bird's nest."

The young swordsman became more and more excited as he spoke, and the two men, who were so angry that they were mad at each other, did not notice that, under the guidance of the young swordsman's shouting, they gradually locked their targets on the lower three routes.

One wants to steal peaches, the other wants to kick my crotch.

These two men were both at the first level of martial arts and their strength was very weak. It was originally just a street fight, but under the guidance of the young swordsman, it turned into a melee where everyone was stealing peaches from each other.

Hearing the man's shouting, the crowd looked sideways and looked at the young swordsman with strange eyes.

No, why is this person so mean, does he have to make these two people lose everything? Isn't this just shitting on the table, peeing in the basin, and doing all kinds of immoral things?

After a while, the two men distanced themselves, each protecting their own peach, staring at each other with extreme vigilance, but not daring to get close.

Human life is a small matter, but the peach matter is a big matter, so they both can't help but be nervous.

Then, the two men came to their senses and glared at the young swordsman at the same time. The young swordsman was stunned when he saw this, then turned and left.

"Make way, everyone, my wife is about to give birth."

“Human lives are at stake, everyone.”

The crowd was so crowded that the young swordsman couldn't squeeze through it at all. At this time, the two men also put their hands on the young swordsman's shoulders, but did not attack immediately. Instead, they asked in unison.

"Excuse me, are you a disciple of the Yulin League?"

Upon hearing this, the young swordsman had no choice but to turn around. When he was about to answer, a bright sword light suddenly appeared in the night sky.

The sword light burst into flames and came instantly from the distant sky, illuminating the night. The people on the street looked up and saw the sword light passing through the air and landing on a tall building in the distance.

The sword light faded, and a blindfolded man stood quietly on the top of a tall building. His sword was not unsheathed, but a chill filled the air.

"This... this is the Snow Sword Changming!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, his tone full of shock, and someone asked, puzzled.

"Xue Jian Chang Ming? This name sounds strange. Is he some big shot?"

After hearing this, the others enthusiastically introduced it to that person.

"This Snow Sword is always bright. It came from an extremely cold land. It suddenly appeared a year ago and defeated countless masters on the Earth Ranking. However, it never drew its sword. Even the Jade Flute Scholar could only fight it to a draw."

"And this man is extremely mysterious. Whenever he sees someone, he asks that person to draw his sword, and says that whoever draws the sword will own it."

Hearing this, some people began to yearn. Looking at the figure on the tall building in the distance, they felt that the snow sword was always bright and independent from the world.

However, before everyone could calm down, a blade light suddenly appeared on the river bank. The frantic blade intent brought up a hurricane, blowing passers-by off their feet.

I saw a man holding a golden knife, his body transformed into a huge sword light, attacking the Snow Sword Changming on the tall building.

The next moment, the blade slashed across, and the tall building collapsed instantly. Countless smoke and dust filled the air, and the ground collapsed. The raised sand and dust covered the sky and blocked everyone's sight.

Fortunately, the tall building was just an empty building and had been abandoned for a long time. When the dust settled, everyone looked at the place again and couldn't help but exclaimed again.

"Look, what is that?!"

The young swordsman couldn't help but look at the man who was shouting and asked.

"You're not a shill, are you? It's you who's shouting every time."

Everyone ignored the young swordsman and just looked at the collapsed high-rise building. They saw that the high-rise building had become ruins, but above the ruins, an ice platform appeared out of thin air.

Several icicles penetrated deep into the soil, forming the shape of a disc, with a huge circular ice platform on top. On the ice platform was an ice seat. Xue Jian Changming sat on the ice seat with his back to the crowd.

Behind the ice seat, a man made a chopping motion with a golden knife, and the knife fell on the ice platform. Both the man and the knife were frozen into an ice sculpture.

"That's the Golden Swordsman. I didn't expect that he couldn't even block a single move from the Snow Sword Changming."

In the crowd, the young swordsman turned his head again and asked the loud-voiced man.

"No, you really are a shill. You even used sonic power."

The man turned his head and glared at the young swordsman, thinking that this man should be a colleague who came to cause trouble.

In the distance, on the ice platform, Xue Jian Changming turned his back to everyone, standing alone. But in the invisible place, he was almost frozen into a grandson, and his body kept shaking.

The golden swordsman who was frozen into an ice sculpture also spoke secretly to Xue Jian Chang Ming.

"Third brother, can we end this? I'm almost freezing to death."

Xue Jian Chang Ming also replied via voice transmission.

"My feet are frozen to the chair, come and help me."

"It's not you who can do it, how can you freeze yourself too?!"

"I can add money."

"what!"

In the crowd in the distance, the man with the golden sword let out a loud shout, and then all the ice on his body shattered. He took a big step, swung the golden sword down, and cut out a golden blade light, slamming towards the ice seat where the snow sword was shining.

Boom! Ice chips flew, like a snowfall, covering the field. Then, the sound of huge swords clashing came from there. It seemed that a battle of equal strength was going on in the ice fog.

In the icy mist, the Golden Swordsman was holding a golden sword, quickly chiseling at the frozen legs of Snow Sword Changming. His mouth kept moving, making a sound of golden swords clashing.

Xue Jian Chang Ming raised a thumbs up and said sincerely.

"You can actually do ventriloquism, professional!"

"It's money well spent."

The man with the golden sword couldn't respond, so he just kept hitting the ice and soon broke it into pieces.

Seeing this, the two men looked at each other, and then moved at the same time. The Golden Swordsman didn't say anything, but just rushed back, inserted the knife into the ice, and stuffed a red berry into his mouth. He waved his hand and dispersed the ice mist in the sky.

Among the crowd of onlookers, the icy fog suddenly dissipated, and the man with the golden sword knelt on one knee with a dejected look on his face, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"puff."

The Man with the Golden Sword had a desolate look on his face, and he bowed in salute. His voice was hoarse, but it was heard by the crowd of onlookers.

"Your Excellency's sword intention is pure, and you are better without a sword than with one. It is just that your golden sword skills are inferior to others, so I admit defeat."

Xue Jian Chang Ming had an indifferent expression. He clasped his hands together and spoke indifferently with his lips that had turned purple from the cold.

"Accepted."

There was a burst of admiration from the crowd in the distance. Even the young swordsman who had been finding faults was speechless. He just shook his head and sighed.

"This Snow Sword Master is incredible. I saw that the Golden Sword Master had murderous intent when he attacked, but he spared his life. This man is truly extraordinary."

Some people who were originally skeptical, after hearing what the young swordsman said, began to admire Xue Jian Changming a little more.

This Xue Jian Chang Ming must have real skills to be able to convince this picky guy.

"The Snow Sword is always bright! The Snow Sword is always bright!"

I don't know who started it, but everyone in the crowd began to shout the name of Xue Jian Chang Ming. People tend to follow the crowd, and seeing the sword battle before them, they couldn't help but shout along.

"The Snow Sword is always bright! The Snow Sword is always bright!"

"The Snow Sword Chang Ming is invincible in the world! The Snow Sword Chang Ming is unrivaled in the world!"

Hearing the crowd's shouts, a smile flashed in the young swordsman's eyes. He turned and squeezed into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Xue Jian Changming stood on the ice platform, clasped his fists and saluted everyone. He looked very graceful, but his legs were shaking slightly.

Hmm, I'll have to wear thicker pants next time.

No one noticed that the man with the golden sword had disappeared. No one knew where he had gone. However, on a flower boat in the river, there was a young man shivering, holding a golden sword.

The young swordsman stepped into the flower boat, took out a purse, threw it to the golden swordsman, and said casually.

"This is the agreed price, keep it."

The man with the golden sword took the purse, but stared at the young swordsman relentlessly and said.

"Get the price, second brother."

The young swordsman was furious when he heard this and shouted.

"Bullshit, Lao San and I have already agreed on the price with you, why are you still trying to raise the price?!"

The Golden Swordsman was shaking his body while pointing at the Snow Sword Changming on the ice platform and said.

"The third brother raised the price himself, so it's not my fault."

The young swordsman held his breath and reluctantly took out another purse and threw it to the golden swordsman. The golden swordsman immediately smiled and took the purse.

"You're still so petty with your brother, you really deserve a beating, Old Four."

The Golden Swordsman held the purse and chuckled, saying.

"This is the rule set by the eldest brother. Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly. By the way, what is the origin of the third brother's sword? Is there really no one who can pull it out?"

"Nonsense, the sword has been fused with the scabbard, and even the king of heaven can't pull it out."

The young swordsman sat at the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and smiled.

"Now the third brother's reputation has been spread. When the casino opens, the odds on his opponents will be ridiculously high."

"Let's make a promise in advance. When the third brother and I make a lot of money, don't be envious."

Hearing this, the Golden Swordsman rolled his eyes and said with disdain.

"My money is all earned honestly, unlike you two who are swindling and cheating."

"Look, boss, they just rob openly. They've never cheated anyone."

The young swordsman's eye twitched, he turned back to look at the golden swordsman, frowned and asked.

"Do you have any misunderstanding about the word aboveboard?"

The Golden Swordsman did not refute, but came closer and asked the young swordsman.

"By the way, is there any news about the boss?"

Upon hearing this, the young swordsman handed a glass of wine to the golden swordsman.

"Drink some wine first to warm yourself up."

The golden swordsman picked up the wine glass, brought it to his mouth, and when he was about to drink it, he heard the young swordsman say.

"Not long ago, we got news about the boss. He robbed a group of people from the Yulin League. He took the men's money and raped the women."

"It is said that he made the female disciples of Yulin League take off their clothes and dance around him. He would rape any female disciple he liked on the spot."