Chapter 72 Sword Control, Lurking, Afterimage Clone

The woman with peach blossoms stood there quietly, her eyes were shining brightly, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile on her face. Then put the guzheng on the ground, five slender and beautiful fingers danced wildly, making a few clang notes, the long sword in the left hand was twisted into a sword flower, and began to dance while playing. It is a fast and rhythmic marching song. Although there are occasional intervals while playing and dancing, the special rebound sound of the guzheng not only does not make people feel broken, but feels that the rhythm is different and very dynamic.

The dance is a sword dance, the sword dance is very good, sometimes firm, sometimes soft, and all the experts present can see that the swordsman of the female dance is not the kind of beautiful showmanship. Apart from being beautiful, the invisible murderous aura brought by the sword dance can be seen everywhere. The sword is the weapon of murder, the genital weapon of the most rigid and yang, and the woman is a beauty, a woman with tenderness like water. But today, the combination of beauty and sword, yin and yang is so perfect. Accompanied by the sound of Qiang Qiang's zither, everyone felt a battlefield full of corpses, where a peerless woman who lost her lover was killing people with a sword, and the action of killing people was so graceful and touching...

The sword dance is over, and the music is over...

It's just that the young masters are still silent in the touching scene just now, like a dream, like a dream, like a dream. It wasn't until Yue Qingcheng bowed lightly, then turned around and sat down beside Yue Ji, that everyone came to their senses. They applauded in unison. [

"Miss Qingcheng can overwhelm the country, Qianjun's trip is worthwhile, and this dance can make a fool of himself." Tu Qianjun's eyes sparkled, he picked up a large glass of wine on the table, shook it at Yue Qingcheng, raised his head and drank it with a big laugh, his movements were chic and impeccable.

Yue Qingcheng smiled slightly, nodded lightly, and did not speak.

"Miss Qingcheng's sword dance is unparalleled in the world. No one in the world can match her unique skills while playing while dancing. This dance should float on a big jar." Feng Zi also stood up quickly, and said not to be outdone. After speaking, she raised a big jar of wine and drank vigorously.

Looking at Feng Zi who can't breathe after drinking a jar of wine, the flowers and dragon water that are going to toast behind are dumbfounded. This lunatic is worthy of being a lunatic. How can we embarrass you for playing like this? It is impossible for us to worship two altars, right? In the end, they stopped raising their glasses, picked up the tea, shook their hands, and said a few polite words, expressing their admiration and appreciation for Yue Qingcheng.

Then the young masters took turns to express their praises, saying that Yue Qingcheng's performance was hype, that there is no unparalleled in the sky and on the earth. Although the words are different, the purpose is the same, but they are all expressing——I admire you very much, miss you very much, want you very much, I am willing to marry you back, hold your palms like treasures, hope you can pay attention to me, think about me, I am very good, and so on.

Yue Qingcheng responded with a slight nod and a smile one by one, but finally his eyes stopped on Ye Qinghan who was eating the "suckling" pork roasted on the campfire alone, and there was a hint of no accident in his eyes, which meant that it really was so. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and said coldly: "Mr. Han, why haven't you expressed your opinion? But Dao Qingcheng's performance made you so unbearable?"

Yue Qingcheng is very beautiful, and she dances well, although Ye Qinghan also wants to praise her. But since Ye Qinghan agreed to Feng Zi and the others, at least the superficial work must be done. Otherwise, people will break their promises, but the main reason is to break their promises at this time. When the government battles, Ye Qinghan is very afraid that Feng Zi and the others will also lose their promises, and follow them to make trouble. In his heart, the life of his sister is of course the most important thing, so when he was dancing in Yueqingcheng, he focused on the golden suckling pork roasted on the bonfire. At this time, he certainly wouldn't follow everyone to flatter him, although he was really good looking.

"Uh...not bad!"

Sensing Yue Qingcheng's cold gaze and Fengzi Huacao's staring eyes, Ye Qinghan raised his head slightly, said something, and continued to focus on the roasted suckling pig, which seemed to be more delicious than Yue Qingcheng's.

Forehead! not bad? What kind of talk is this?

The young masters looked at Ye Qinghan who was immersed in the battle with the suckling pig in surprise, with very rich expressions. It's the first time Yue Qingcheng asked a question today, this young master didn't feel excited, it's fine if he didn't feel flattered... It's not bad to say something so perfunctory? After finishing speaking, he continued to eat his food, without even casting a glance at Yue Qingcheng.

Not to mention that Yue Qingcheng is a beautiful person, today's dance is really good, but Yue Qingcheng is the saint of the Yue family, with such a noble status, he has to be perfunctory. As soon as he appeared on the stage today, Mr. Dongfangdao and Nangong Qiang rushed to recognize him as his master. They thought this young master was very fierce, but they didn't expect that he was even more fierce now...so tough that even the saint of the Yue family is not rare?

Dongfang Dao and the others looked at each other, smiled, and collectively gave Ye Qinghan a thumbs up! As for Feng Zihuacao and the others, they toasted frequently with smiles on their faces. Of course they knew why Ye Qinghan was like this, and now it seems that this kid is really good, keeps his promise, and is a good brother!

Tu Qianjun also looked over with a smile, with a hint of interest in his eyes, whispered a few words with Xue Wuhen next to him, glanced at Ye Qinghan again, then silently looked at Yue Qingcheng and stopped talking.

Ye Qinghan didn't care about everyone's eyes, nor the warning eyes from Ye Qingniu above, but tilted his head slightly, and whispered to Feng Zi next to him: "You're smirking here, why don't you go up and perform well, do you know what it means to be the first to win?"

"Thank you, good brother!" Feng Zi slapped his forehead, stood up, coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention, squirmed the two exploding muscles on his chest, and said in a smooth voice: "Today is Miss Qingcheng's coming-of-age ceremony, Feng Zi is not talented, dance with two swords, let's celebrate!"

He said it was a sword dance, but Feng Zi did not reach out to take the sword, but made a strange gesture. He stretched out his index finger and middle finger with his closed fists and flicked forward leisurely. There was a sword sound, and the giant sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, turning into a white light and flying straight into the sky. Then he changed his fingers quickly, and the giant sword twisted a few times in the air, turned around, and fell straight towards the bonfire in the field. When it was about to touch, Feng Zi quickly changed his gestures again, and the giant sword actually circled around the bonfire, pierced through a suckling sheep and flew towards Yue Qingcheng. Flying to the table in front of Yue Qingcheng, it paused, shook a few times, and the "suckling" sheep was divided into seven and eight parts and fell on the jade plate on the table.

After the work was done, Feng Zi retracted her hand gestures, sheathed her giant sword, and said with a satisfied smile: "I'm showing my ugliness, Miss Qingcheng, this roasted suckling lamb is a little expression of my heart."

"Young Master Feng, you have a heart." Yue Qingcheng smiled faintly, and nodded his thanks. [

The young master next to him raised his middle finger to Feng Zi at the same time, you played so big at the beginning! Just take out your Feng family's sword control skills, how can you ask others to play later? And even if you want to please Yue Qingcheng, there is no need to use the big guy you kill to eat to cut up the meat, right?

"Old man Feng, it's not bad! Your kid's sword control skills must have entered the sixth floor." On a row of square tables above, Ye Qingniu whispered to the elder of the Hefeng family.

Yue Ji also nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Small-scale control is already very good. With the third level of general level strength, I am afraid that even a warrior at the first level of marshal level can't beat him. Feng Zi's talent counts as the best in your Feng family in a hundred years. The future is limitless."

"Where? Where? Compared with the children of your family, you have to work harder." The elder of the Feng family said modestly, but his face was full of joy.

"Hehe! My kid is ready to play, let's see what special performance he has." The elder Hua smiled and drew everyone's attention to the field.

Seeing that Feng Zi picked up the first prize, Huacao was a little unhappy, stood up, bowed to Yue Qingcheng and nodded, and said, "I'm also here to join in the fun, so let's give Miss Qingcheng a mysterious gift."

As he said that, Huacao slowly walked towards the field, his steps were very elegant and brisk, but just walking, his body gradually became blurred in front of everyone, and finally disappeared completely.

"sneak?"

Everyone was startled and changed their colors one after another. They had heard of the stealth technique of the Hua family of the assassin family, but what they didn't expect was that the flowers and plants disappeared in full view? If he lurked around him and stabbed him casually, wouldn't he just hang up? The only young people on the scene who did not change their color were the descendants of the four major families, Long Shuiliu and Tu Qianjun. Since Long Shuiliu had seen it long ago, he didn't feel panicked, while Tu Qianjun didn't show any expression, just a slight look of contempt in his eyes, as if he didn't care much about this little trick.

Of course, the senior elders above will not be shocked, nor will they change their "color". Although the stealth technique of the flowers and plants is not bad, but under their powerful cultivation base of the saint realm, they are almost invisible.

The flowers and plants go quickly and come quickly. After everyone opened their eyes wide and looked around for a while, Huacao finally appeared, but he walked directly towards the moon from the outside. Holding a purple rose in his hand, he took strange steps, the speed seemed to be very slow, but afterimages appeared behind him. In the field, there appeared a row of three flowers and plants holding roses in their hands, walking towards this side with a smile on their faces, the scene was extremely weird. Finally, the afterimage disappeared, and the flowers and plants stood in front of Yue Qingcheng and bowed sincerely and said: "Miss Qingcheng, may your beauty be like this bouquet of roses that will never fade!"

"Thank you, Playboy!" Yue Qingcheng still had a calm expression, and stretched out her jaded hand to take the purple rose.

Forehead!

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and secretly decided not to embarrass themselves later. Anyway, the children of the four major families and Long Shuiliu had a young master from Shencheng. People like themselves were absolutely hopeless, so they should think about how to grab a place among the twelve elite women of the Yue family just now.