Wang Chong thought to himself: "Situ Depei? Is it the man with Situ Youdao from Baxiu, Yangzhou, whose courtesy name is Depei? Could this person be my senior brother?"

Wang Chong thought for a moment, then pushed the table up, without any need to be wise, and broke into the private room.

The young men and women who were watching the fun were stunned when they saw Wang Chong suddenly breaking in. Fortunately, he was only eleven or twelve years old and was too young, otherwise he would have been bombarded by these extremely energetic young men and women.

A beautiful girl in yellow shirt said softly: "We are friends gathering, but we don't welcome foreign guests. Where are your adults? Go and find them!"

How bold is Wang Chong? Even Emei dares to go there, so of course he won’t be stage frightened.

He hugged his wrists with his hands, arched slightly, and said with a smile: "I am Tang Jingyu, Yangcheng. I heard someone call him Brother Depei's name, but is there a Taoist in Yanzhou Situ?"

Although Wang Chong was an uninvited guest, his extraordinary demeanor was never underestimated.

The scholar who had just climbed the tower pinched a bamboo chopstick in his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "It turns out that he was a scholar who was nine years old and famous for his young prodigy in two provinces and eighty cities. I am Situ Youdao."

Wang Chong really didn't know that the literary name of "Tang Jingyu" was so prosperous. Even Situ Youdao, who was far away in Yangzhou, heard of it, and his heart couldn't help but relax.

Originally, he just ran into it and prepared a lot of words. If Situ Youdao was really one of the eight artists in Yangzhou, he would naturally try to "properly" make friends. Since the other party had heard of "him", there was no need to say more.

The young men and women from the Yang Cao family here came from a martial arts family and didn't care much about the fame of a scholar. However, Situ Youdao mentioned that this young man became a scholar at the age of nine and was a famous little prodigy. He still had a slightly soothing attitude and took a look at him slightly.

The Twelve Lang Cao Pi also pinched a bamboo chopstick in his hand and said with a smile: "My little brother Jingyu came here, please come to the table and see if Situ Depei and I are fighting with each other."

Wang Chong did not refuse, and bowed slightly, and sat down under Situ Youdao. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he had the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Especially when he was young, he made all the young men and women present admire him.

Cao Pi raised the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and shouted, "I'll come and experience Brother Situ's Wanli Fenghou Sword!"

Situ Youdao lit the bamboo chopsticks in his palm and smiled loudly, "Twelve Langs, please!"

The two of them compete in swords across the air, and the two bamboo chopsticks outlined in exquisite detail. Each move and every move contains the principles of superior martial arts.

Wang Chong looked at it for a moment, but felt a little bored. He was not a martial arts master, but a cultivator. When he thought of the sword technique, it was the flying sword technique that ran thousands of miles and killed the enemy's head.

The two of them have not yet reached their innate martial arts, so they cannot emit true energy. Therefore, they can only compete in swords in such a way, just by simply competing with tricks and competing with swords, which can be called "elegant".

But when I think of someone like Wang Chong, why bother with such a person? He really wants to compete in the sword. His Yuanyang sword pierced straight through, and even ten Situ Depei and ten Cao family twelve Langs were also settled.

No matter how exquisite the sword technique changes, the sword weapon in your hand is not sharp enough and the move is not fast enough, it is just a silver-like wax gun tip.

Otherwise, how could the Taoist flying sword have two methods of refining shapes and quality?

Cao Pi and Situ Youdao fought for nearly a hundred moves, and gradually sweated from their foreheads. They thought to themselves: "Situ Depei is indeed known as the Flying Rainbow of the Wanli. The Fenhou Swords that have been on the way are really powerful. The Jinshi Sword Technique of our master focuses on changes in internal strength, and its tricks are inferior."

Cao Pi was generous, so he shouted, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand shook eight times, forcing Situ Youdao to retreat, then threw down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and shouted: "The Wanli Fenghou Sword is indeed incomparable, and I am really not good at it. But Cao Shier was not convinced and wanted to ask for advice. What should we go outside?"

Situ Youdao shouted, "Okay! It's up to the invitation of Shi Erlang." The two of them left long and jumped out of the window one after another.

Situ Youdao touched his waist and a soft sword popped out, and under the sun, cold light shone everywhere.

Among the children of the Cao family, some of them had already prepared a long sword and threw it out. Cao Pi took the sword in the air, but did not draw the sword. He just held the hilt and shook it gently, and the sword sheath flew out. The sword in his hand took a sword flower and pointed directly at the five major acupoints on Situ Youdao's shoulders and back.

The two of them were in mid-air and had already fought each other. The two swords fought several times. Cao Pi fell to the ground with his feet. He felt a lighter in his hand. When he raised his hand, he looked embarrassed. The long-refined steel sword he bought with a lot of money in his hand had been broken into two pieces, and there was only half a broken sword in his hand.

Situ Youdao did not take the opportunity to draw his sword. He put away his soft sword with a long sleeve, smiled slightly, and said, "The Furong Sword I passed on from my family is quite sharp, and it hurts Shi Erlang's weapons. I am really sorry!"

He wanted to give a few words to the point, but then he stopped the battle. Wang Chong smiled upstairs and said, "I happened to get a sword recently, so I borrowed the Cao brother to compete in the sword!"

Wang Chong stole the magic treasure bag of the Red Line Young Master Qin Xu, among which there were more than a dozen swords used by heroes from the world. It was too grown up and it was inconvenient to take it out. He chose a soft sword and pretended to take it out from his arms!

Cao Pi was about to refuse, but when Wang Chong took out the soft sword, his eyes could no longer be moved.

This soft sword is called Pan Chi!

It was plated into a ball, and the black and dirty ones were inconspicuous.

Wang Chong shook open and immediately turned into a long sword full of cold light. Just by looking at the appearance, you can know that it must be a magic weapon that blows hair and cuts iron like mud.

Wang Chong didn't show off his sword skills. He took a wine cup, but the sword passed by gently, and the wine cup did not move at all. Wang Chong reached out and lifted it gently, and there was a porcelain ring in his hand. The upper half of the wine cup had been cut off and was three points shorter out of thin air.

Everyone in the crowd exclaimed, "No one had ever seen such a sharp sword." The twelve Langs of the Cao family asked themselves how many good weapons they had seen, but had never seen such a good sword."

Even Situ Youdao was shocked and thought to himself: "This sword is unparalleled and is far better than the Furong Sword I passed down from. If Cao Pi held this sword and fought with me, if he injured the Furong Sword, wouldn't he be ashamed of his ancestors?"

Situ Youdao's Furong Sword was passed down by his ancestors, so how could he bear to be against Pan Chi?

Wang Chong threw the Pan Chi sword with a smile. Cao Pi was really reluctant to refuse. He took the Pan Chi soft sword and played with it for a while before he said reluctantly: "This magical sword is hard to find gold. I compete with Situ Depei. If this sword is damaged, I can't afford to compensate!"

Cao Pi raised his head and said to Situ Youdao: "This sword competition is aborted, I will admit defeat! My sword skills are indeed slightly inferior to Brother Depei."
Chapter completed!