No one expected this turn of events. The crowd, which was originally packed tightly together, suddenly moved away and immediately made room for them.

Some people were openly talking to each other, already discussing where they came from.

The Fuyao sect has faded from people's sight for a long time. Except for the powerful person at that time who really lived like a thousand-year-old turtle and ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, few people have heard of it until now. However, it is such a sect that no one knows about, but has been performing the show of wealth and luxury all the way from the dock on the coast of the East China Sea, making it impossible for others not to know about it. Everyone has heard of the prodigal sons in this sect.

Although people who practice cultivation may not care about worldly wealth and fame, what if the island owner looks at them differently?

Yan Zhengming and his group, who seldom interacted with others, didn't know that they had become a thorn in the eyes of others.

Cheng Qian, who stood up at this time, looked only about eleven or twelve years old, holding a lonely wooden sword in his hand, like a child's toy, standing there motionless.

Someone in the crowd was already complaining, "This kid is so arrogant, isn't there any elder in the sect to keep him in check?"

Someone else asked, "Why, didn't you hear that the island master allowed them to enter the lecture hall? Which decent sect would send its disciples to someone else's lecture hall?"

"That's strange. Why is the island owner so biased towards them?"

"Who knows? He is a young master from a wealthy family, maybe a royal relative. Who knows, his family may have bought some treasure with a lot of money and impressed the island owner, so he allowed them to come in."

"It's true that anyone can dream of seeking immortality. Is the path of cultivation so easy?"

Yan Zhengming was simply going crazy. He understood more and more that Cheng Qian's reliability was just a mirage - it only seemed to exist!

His face was as cold as frost, and he whispered through gritted teeth: "Cheng, Qian!"

Cheng Qian was not deaf, so of course he heard what others were saying, and he came to his senses almost immediately - it turned out that their days on the island were not going to be difficult in the future, but had already started to be difficult.

After showing off, the retribution in this life came quickly. Cheng Qian almost suspected that what his master said when he boarded the ship was prophetic.

But now that it has come to this…

Cheng Qian actually had no intention of taking action. He was just making a gesture for the people on Qinglong Island to see.

Firstly, the opponent had just been defeated and there was no reason for him to go on the ring again. Secondly, he knew his own age. Not to mention these immortals, even among mortals, there was no reason for a grown man to fight with a teenager.

It was not until this time that Cheng Qian realized that he was in a difficult situation.

If it was someone more obedient and clever, he might have been able to get away with it by making excuses. He was not a big shot and his height was only as high as the other person's chest. It didn't matter whether he saved face or not. Life was the most important thing - but Cheng Qian was not born to be a naughty boy.

His mind raced, and he reviewed all the moves that had been exchanged in the ring. After reviewing them, he not only did not retreat, but instead made up his mind and thought, "Go ahead and fight. I'm not necessarily afraid of you."

Cheng Qian did not retreat a step, and ignored Yan Zhengming's warning. He clasped his fists as if no one was around, and said to the casual swordsman: "I have also learned swordsmanship at home for a few days, but I am not very good at it. My master won't let me change to an iron sword. I would like to ask this brother for some advice."

The defeated swordsman came from an unknown sect, but he was very easy to save face. Upon hearing this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "I don't deserve your advice. Since the young master can stay in the lecture hall without taking the imperial examination, he must have some unique and outstanding qualities."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him laughed quietly - most of them were laughing at his shamelessness.

Someone who wanted to watch the fun interrupted and said, "Brother Zhang, since this little brother has challenged you, just accept it. If you win, you might as well ask the island owner to open a backdoor for you!"

Han Yuan said angrily: "What if you lose? Kneel down and scream... Ugh!"

Li Yun covered his mouth with one hand and suppressed this troublemaker.

The defeated swordsman raised his eyebrows pretentiously: "Ah, what did that little brother say just now? What if I lose?"

Cheng Qian slowly leveled the wooden sword, made a starting gesture, and said calmly: "I dare not, Junior Brother, I am sorry for your rude words - please."

Yan Zhengming was so angry that he was about to rush forward to grab Cheng Qian, but just as he slipped a step, a folding fan that came from nowhere suddenly flew in front of him, blocking his way.

It was a man dressed in a long robe, dressed like a scholar, with a pair of narrow eyes. He glanced at Yan Zhengming with a restrained gleam, and said with a frivolous smile: "Hey, Master Yan, don't rush to stop us. Let us see the skills of your disciple."

"Get out of the way!" Yan Zhengming directly hit the man's wrist with the bottom of his sword.

Li Yun: "Big Brother, you can't..."

Before the tail of Yan Zhengming's sword touched the corner of the man's clothes, an invisible force hit his scabbard. The force went along his hand and reached his chest. Yan Zhengming took three steps back after the blow. He felt nauseous and almost vomited blood.

Li Yun hurriedly helped him from behind: "Senior Brother!"

Yan Zhengming swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat and stared fiercely at the man in the robe.

The man ignored him and leisurely opened his fan, fanning himself in front of him. On the fan, the words "Think twice before you act" were written in great excitement. He smiled meaningfully and said, "To be so reckless is not the demeanor of a sect leader."

This person clearly came here to cause trouble for them!

The independent swordsman had already been defeated in the Qinglong Examination, so he just gave up and didn't care that Cheng Qian only had a tattered wooden sword in his hand. He even threw aside his outward politeness and slashed at him with his sword.

This is not just a brief introduction. His sword was obtained from somewhere unknown, and it was blessed with talismans. In addition, this casual swordsman practiced some strange martial arts. Before the sword wind arrived, the evil wind that hurt people's skin had already arrived.

The wooden sword was not a solid object. Cheng Qian knew that he did not have the same skills as his master, so he avoided the sword's edge and turned away.

Seeing that Cheng Qian was only retreating and not fighting back, the casual swordsman suddenly became frantic and started jumping up and down, using his butterfly-like sword moves that looked pretty but were useless, forcing Cheng Qian to dodge all over the field.

The scholar in long robes standing in front of Yan Zhengming looked at the two people in the arena as if they were watching a monkey show, and said with a smile: "Your sect's junior brother is not very old, but he has the determination to strike back after being attacked."

He "praised" Cheng Qian with a sarcastic tone for just running away in fear. Yan Zhengming's knuckles turned blue as he held the sword. From childhood to adulthood, when had he ever been bullied like this?

The casual swordsman in the field pressed forward step by step, grinning and saying, "Is your sect's advanced swordsmanship just to teach you to dodge and evade?"

As he spoke, the wooden hairpin on Cheng Qian's head was damaged by the wind from the sword he created, breaking into two pieces immediately, and most of his hair was immediately scattered.

The casual swordsman: "You should go home and drink milk... Ugh!"

It was at this moment that Cheng Qian unexpectedly fought back.

He just jumped sideways, tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and then turned around and swung his sword "Sea Tide Looking at the Moon".

This is the beginning of the Sea Tide Sword Technique, which coincides with the majestic sound of river and sea waves, and takes a grand and open approach. The wooden sword is like a thousand waves rolling by, and there is even a kind of thrilling whistling sound, which forces the casual cultivator to pause involuntarily.

Two types of people are suitable for this kind of tactics. One type is the type that is naturally stupid, rough, and will blast away any flattery you may do. The other type is the type that is ruthless and black-hearted, like Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian practiced sword fighting very often, but he had rarely fought with others and had no on-the-spot reaction. No matter how proficient his moves were, it would not work - even if the skill of the casual swordsman whose sword was broken by the sword was not very high, he could not be his opponent, so Cheng Qian did not intend to counter the moves from the beginning.

Cheng Qian noticed when he was watching the fight that the sword moves of this independent swordsman were very skillful, so he ventured to guess that the opponent would not be able to make many changes when he started fighting.

The reason why he was so focused on dodging left and right was because he had only prepared one move, waiting for his opponent to get carried away and take advantage of the victory so that he could use the move to break it.

The wooden sword accurately tore through the sword wind of the wandering swordsman, brushed the edge of the iron sword, and dodged the sharp edge cleanly and neatly. With the unique method of the Fuyao Sect using talismans to sharpen the meridians, it hit the wandering swordsman hard in the face.

Of course, the edgeless wooden sword would not cause him to bleed profusely on the spot, but the casual swordsman was still stunned by the blow. There was a bloody gash at the corner of his mouth, and his two lips were torn into three halves. There was also a bruise and blood mark on his face. In the blink of an eye, his face was swollen like a steamed bun. I don't know if his teeth were lost.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, but this slap was so shocking that it almost shocked everyone.

Even the scholar holding the folding fan was stunned: "What a mean brat."

Cheng Qian succeeded in his attack and felt a little regretful, thinking that he might have made the matter worse.

Therefore, he did not dare to show any pride, but simply withdrew the wooden sword expressionlessly, with the tip of the sword hanging vertically as a sign of respect, clasped his hands together, bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, thank you for your guidance, brother."

The swordsman covered his face and was speechless. The scholar holding the folding fan raised an eyebrow, put his Sansi folding fan back into his palm, and commented thoughtfully: "The viciousness is quite restrained, quite interesting."

When Cheng Qian lowered his eyes, he glanced at Qinglongtai with his peripheral vision. He saw several guardians whispering to each other, and Tang Wanqiu actually smiled a little. He then wiped the cold sweat from his palms onto the hilt of his sword, feeling that he could barely retire with his mission accomplished.

He breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "I should get into less trouble and offend less people in the future."

But the matter was obviously not over yet. Although Cheng Qian apologized sincerely, when he turned around with the wooden sword in his hand, he heard a roar that was not like a human voice behind him.

"Stop, little bastard!"

Then, there was a sharp "woosh" sound behind him, and Cheng Qian instinctively dodged to the other side, but someone in front of him blocked his way. Cheng Qian had almost no way to avoid it, so he had to try his best to lift the wooden sword in his hand in vain.

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his elbow. Cheng Qian's center of gravity tilted and he bumped into the man's chest. He heard two clear metal collision sounds and the sound of tearing cloth. Cheng Qian's pupils suddenly shrank - the casual swordsman who was slapped in the face in public was so angry that he drew his sword and slashed at him from behind. Cheng Qian was pulled away by the eldest senior brother who suddenly rushed out.

Yan Zhengming's sword, which he hadn't drawn in time, just knocked the sword of the wandering cultivator aside. But the wandering cultivator's brother Heitan took advantage of this moment to throw a piece of broken silver at him, hitting the tail of Yan Zhengming's sword. The sword in Yan Zhengming's hand slipped, and the wandering cultivator's sword, which should have been knocked away, was deflected and cut Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

Cheng Qian's eyes turned red in an instant.

Yan Zhengming was furious at first, but before he could vent his anger, he was defeated by the sharp pain of being "severely injured" - his next action was to draw his sword and chop someone, but he failed to do it because he felt that the injured half of his body was so weak that he could not even lift a finger.

Of course, outsiders did not know the reason. In the eyes of others, the overly young Master Yan just held his sword and did not move, showing a maturity and composure rarely seen in a young man.

Yan Zhengming calmly took a long breath of cool air, then slowly said: "I have learned a lot today."

When things got to this point, Tang Wanqiu, who was standing next to Qinglongtai, finally spoke.

She was not able to leave the Qinglong Stage and stood far away, but her voice came through word by word, as if exploding in everyone's ears: "Those who are eliminated from the Qinglong Test must leave as soon as possible and must not linger and cause trouble. What do you think this place is!"

Seeing that the people from Qinglong Island had already spoken, the two brothers who were independent cultivators looked at each other, but did not dare to continue challenging them. They glared at Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming fiercely, then disappeared into the crowd and left.

Yan Zhengming let out a soft hiss, put Cheng Qian down, and whispered through gritted teeth, "Let's go."

Cheng Qian tightly grasped the corner of his sleeve, and his fingers almost poked several holes in the brocade clothes. He whispered in Yan Zhengming's ear in an almost inaudible voice: "I want their lives."

Yan Zhengming was startled, barely suppressing his grin, and asked in a somewhat paralyzed manner: "What did you say?"

Cheng Qian glanced at his bloodstained shoulder with red eyes and said, "One day I will grind them all to dust."

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and slapped him on the back: "Nonsense...hiss, ouch...if you keep talking nonsense, I'll slap you in the mouth!"

Cheng Qian looked at him deeply, put one of his arms around his neck, and supported him to walk back. As expected, he stopped talking, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with childish hatred - although he didn't say it, the account had been engraved in his heart.

Some people with big hearts seem to have some special abilities. No matter how happy or angry they are, as long as there are people around who are more emotional than them, they can immediately calm down as if helped by God. For example, Yan Zhengming seemed to be furious just now, but after listening to Cheng Qian's words, he actually felt that his anger had subsided a lot.

Li Yun hurried over to support Yan Zhengming and freed Cheng Qian's hand. Cheng Qian followed silently, never raising his eyes, staring at the ground in front of him.

The four of them returned to their temporary residence on Qinglong Island in silence.

"Forget about the copper coins," Yan Zhengming saw that Cheng Qian's face was still not right, and was a little afraid that he would really kill people and rob, so he advised awkwardly, "It was you who hit someone in the face first, and no one can stand it. Don't be so unreasonable now."

Li Yun had not expected that he would hear such divine words from his senior brother in his lifetime. He looked at him in horror, raised his hand tremblingly, and reached out to touch his senior brother's forehead.

Cheng Qian said nothing.

Yan Zhengming seemed to have discovered something suddenly. He turned half his body like a zombie, stretched out his hand to slightly lift Cheng Qian's chin, and said with some surprise: "Oh, copper coins, crying?"

Somehow, this discovery made Yan Zhengming so happy that even his injury didn't hurt so much anymore. He lifted up his half-broken tail with great satisfaction and said tremblingly, "Is it because you feel sorry for me, your senior brother? Well, in appreciation of your filial piety, I will grant you the privilege of serving tea and water to this headmaster today."

Cheng Qian slapped his hand away and said, "Get lost!"

Then he rushed into his yard without looking back.

Yan Zhengming looked around and saw a black stone pillar on the porch. He directed Li Yun, "Help me go over there."

Li Yun thought he had something important to do, so he quickly carried him to the stone pillar. Seeing Yan Zhengming staring at the stone pillar, he asked worriedly, "What's wrong... Senior Brother, is there something wrong with this door pillar?"

"Nothing wrong with that," Yan Zhengming replied cheerfully, "It's quite clear."

It took Li Yun a long while to realize what he meant. He suddenly blurted out, "A dog will never change its nature."

Yan Zhengming looked at his image against the reflective stone and thought that the minor injury on his shoulder was insignificant. The sick plum also had its own charm and he was still charming.

Cheng Qian's red eyes gave Yan Zhengming a strange feeling, as if a little wolf cub, who had always ignored him and bit him for no reason, suddenly licked his wound in the dead of night. He felt so relieved.

In such a comfortable environment, Sect Leader Yan cried out "Ouch, ouch" with his tiny wound, and walked into the house delicately, holding on to the wall. Amid the chaos of the Taoist children, he acted like a vase that would break at the slightest touch.