"The seventeenth move!"

Nangong Yanran leaned against the window and said calmly: "Sister, if I have a good judgment, the third floor owner of this Joy Building is ready to end the battle within twenty moves."

Nangong Miaoran's lips slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared: "Haha, the Storm of the Wind? It seems that Sun Jian and Yi Shi Yingming are probably going to be broken here today."

Nangong Miaoran, with a contempt look on his face, continued: "This young man in blue clothes is obviously better than Sun Jianhe's martial arts, so why should he deliberately hide his weaknesses?"

Nangong Yanran blurted out with a look of surprise and said, "Sister, what were you talking about?... Are you saying that Long Qingyun's martial arts skills are still above Sun Jianhe, who is at the peak of the ninth-grade Martial Emperor? How is this possible?"

Due to shock, the voice paused twice. Nangong Yanran looked at Nangong Miaoran with confusion and continued:

"This Sun Jian and this is at the realm of the ninth-grade Martial Emperor fifteen years ago. Although limited by talent and opportunity, they have never broken through the realm of the Martial Emperor over the years, but after so many years of precipitation and consolidation, it can be said that the Martial Emperor is invincible. This Long Qingyun looks at the realm of the eighth-grade Martial Emperor at most. Moreover, he is so young, it is impossible to say that he can beat Sun Jian and this is not."

Nangong Miaoran stared at her sister and said leisurely:

"If he is willing to defeat Sun Jianhe, of course it is possible. But he doesn't want to defeat Sun Jianhe. Long Qingyun suppressed his cultivation level, and he is a very interesting guy."

The charming eyes were full of doubt, and Nangong Miaoran couldn't help but feel shocked: "From the sword intent released just now, although the sword power is slightly insufficient, this Long Qingyun is at least half a step into the realm of Martial Master."

Nangong Yanran stared at Nangong Yanran in a daze, thinking to herself: "Sister is already in the realm of a first-class martial arts master, so she is right."

Although Long Qingyun's move was surprising, it was reasonable. When Nangong Miaoran was walking outside, he sometimes suppressed his martial arts realm.

Showing weakness is sometimes a temporary measure. If it is too strong, it will attract too many people's attention and will cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, this can only be hidden from people who are lower than their own realm. If you meet a master who exceeds your own realm, the other party will basically have a sharp eye and see it at a glance.

Nangong Miaoran's face narrowed, and suddenly thought of something, looked at Nangong Yanran and said:

"Sister, you have to be careful. Long Qingyun has just arrived in Xitu Hezhou. He may really join the Iron Sword Sect, and he will participate in the sect disciple qualifying competition in two months. He will become your strong enemy. This person's cultivation level is at least the ninth-grade martial master. His combat power is not inferior to Xiyuelou Gongsun Jie and Ren Kuang of the Motian Sect. You must deal with it carefully."

Nangong Yanran raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "Is that so? That would be better."

"Bang!", and the sound of the sky was shocked!

Long Qingyun was shocked and flew up, and was thrown more than ten feet away with a "swish!", just in front of Jiang Yunong's tea shop.

After Long Qingyun landed on the ground, he staggered, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched over Long Qingyun's back, and a force was pressing against Long Qingyun's shaking body. Long Qingyun finally stabilized his body and bowed to Ruya's middle-aged Jiang Yunong and said:

"I'm in the morning, thank you for your kindness and kindness." You are humble and polite.

Long Qingyun had long discovered that there was a master with a demeanor and a calm breath. At this time, when the middle-aged scholar took action, Long Qingyun keenly felt that the other party's martial arts cultivation was at least at the level of Martial Master, which was much higher than Sun Jianhe.

Jiang Yunong smiled slightly and said, "If I hadn't dragged you, it would have been extremely serious for you to fall, but that person is obviously not your opponent. You are a little interesting to do this! Haha..."

After Jiang Yunong finished speaking, she laughed and threw a meaningful glance at Long Qingyun. Then she looked at the woman in green in the distance intentionally or unintentionally.

The subtle behavior of the middle-aged middle-aged middle-aged middle-aged middle-aged middle-aged middle-aged man naturally did not escape Long Qingyun's sharp eyes. This middle-aged middle-aged man should have the highest combat power on the spot, and has long been noticed by Long Qingyun.

Why did he look at the woman in green? The gentleness and concern in his eyes clearly indicate that the relationship between the two is extraordinary.

Sun Jianhe said loudly with anger: "Boy, why don't you kowtow to the owner of this post to admit your mistake, otherwise you will be killed today."

Finally, Long Qingyun was shaken by more than ten feet away. Sun Jianhe could have recovered some of his face and walked towards Long Qingyun, with the arrogance of the winner rising on his face.

Cui Hanshan in the crowd pulled away and ran over, shouting as he ran: "The third floor master, this young man is the newly acquired disciple of the Sikongyi Elder of the Iron Sword Sect. I hope he will forgive me."

Long Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back, and he was not panicked even though he was defeated.

Sun Jianhe walked over angrily, and suddenly saw Ruya's middle-aged man, his face changed suddenly, and he clasped his fists to Ruya's middle-aged man and said:

"It turned out to be the left guardian of the Motian Sect. I'm lucky to meet you!" Yan said in panic, and seemed to be very awe of Ruyi middle-aged man.

Cui Hanshan, who ran up to him, looked awe when he saw Ruya's middle-aged man, and he held his fists and bowed.

Ruya middle-aged man waved his hands to the two of them, signaling that they would not be treated with a gift, then his eyes were fixed on Sun Jianhe and said solemnly:

"Since this young man is a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, there is no need to be upset. Let's give up the matter. Anyway, two months later, there will be a qualifying match for the disciples of the Xitu Hezhou Sect. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can compete on the field."

Sun Jianhe smiled awkwardly, nodded, then hated Long Qingyun for a moment, turned around and left.

Gu Chaoxi came up and said to Sun Jianhe: "That's it?" Sun Jianhe glared at Gu Chaoxi and said angrily:

"You still want to slap this? Jiang Yunong, you don't know his temper. Who dares to mess with him? You can only go back and report to the gang leader. It seems that you can only deal with this guy named Long Qingyun in the qualifying competition for the disciples of the sect."

The two of them took Qin Bulei and Sun Ruohai left in disappointment.

Long Qingyun looked at the four masters of the Joy Tower in the realm of Martial Emperor and couldn't help but sigh:

"This Joy Tower is indeed powerful. The third floor owner Sun Jianhe is the peak combat power of the ninth-grade Martial Emperor, Gu Chaoxi is the seventh-grade Martial Emperor, and these two followers are also in the realm of the first-grade Martial Emperor. The sect power of the Western Tu Hezhou is simply shocking."

"And the middle-aged scholar next to him is said to be the left guardian of the Motian Sect. Based on Sun Jian and his attitude towards him just now, we can guess what kind of terrifying existence the power of the Motian Sect is?"

The elder of the Iron Sword Sect smiled at Long Qingyun with an admiring expression on his face: "I didn't expect that Young Master Long is so skilled that he can confront Sun Jianhe for seventeen moves, which is not bad. Come back to the Iron Sword Sect with me, Elder Sikongyi will be very happy to see you."

Long Qingyun clasped his fists to Cui Hanshan and said, "Thank you for your appreciation from Elder Cui." Then he clasped his fists to Jiang Yunong not far away and said, "Senior, will we meet again?"

Jiang Yunong nodded slightly.

A faint smile appeared on his face with a decent demeanor. He put down two copper plates on the tea table, then turned around and left, and a large robe disappeared at the end of the street.

The crowd gradually dissipated.

At the corner of the street, Linghu Ao, the elder of the Dashi Jian Mansion, looked at the broad back of Jiang Yunong, the left guardian of the Motian Sect, getting smaller and smaller, and then looked at the woman in green who was performing her skills and running towards Long Qingyun.

Linghu Ao's face fell into deep thought:
Chapter completed!