Li Fuyao's unexpected words made both the girl Bai Zhi and Jian Xian feel a little strange. After the sword embryo was said, no one in Dayu Jianghu had any doubts. Although Bai Zhi's martial arts realm is not high, in terms of his talent, it is natural to say that the sword embryo was not so unrealistic.

Lan Ze, who had just had this idea, was suddenly shocked. Li Fuyao in front of him was only this old age. Not to mention Bai Zhi's martial arts cultivation, she herself had never been able to compare with her. It should be because of this matter that there was a sarcasm in her words?

Thinking of this, Lan Ze couldn't help but look down on the young man in blue.

Because the two swordsmen competed swords on the river, this big ship should not continue to move forward before the outcome was decided. Before these two attacked, there were a few rich men on the ship who were not good at martial arts and shouted to leave. After a while, they were forced to talk about the reasoning of the martial arts masters, and then calmed down. The rest of the people on the ship had to think about it and did not dare to speak any more, which made the ship appear "quiet and peaceful".

Li Fuyao leaned against the railing, unwilling to talk to the girl Bai Zhi and the Sword Fairy again. These two women did not like Lan Ze or dislike Li Fuyao, but they could not like Bai Zhi at all, but instead they were a little annoying.

Premature wisdom and deep cunning are originally two different things.

Baizhi and Lan Ze were not far from Li Fuyao. Lan Ze didn't have a good impression of this young man, so he didn't care much. On the contrary, Baizhi was still paying attention to the movements over there, but he still paid attention to Li Fuyao's side.

The battle between the two on the river was far from magnificent to Li Fuyao. Even in his mind, he didn't even say that he killed the monks on the bank of the Luosang River, even killing the turtle in the Green Water Lake later was much more magnificent than this sword.

Thinking of the turtle in the green water lake actually reminded Li Fuyao of the Chao Qingqiu sword energy on the Menchen Mountain Road, the man who later called Chao Fengchen, made Li Fuyao really feel that the swordsman is just like this for the first time!

It should be no longer in the world now, right?

Li Fuyao sighed and was about to turn back to the room, but a scream came from the boat immediately. Li Fuyao knew in his heart that the two men had already decided.

He had looked over there a few times before and knew that among the two, although the old sword idiot Li Gu was late to achieve greatness, his body was stronger than Wang Bai, and Wang Bai won the championship with his sword cultivation, but he was not as good as Li Gu in terms of true qi.

Both of them have their own merits.

Therefore, the outcome is unpredictable.

Fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't care about these things. Whether Wang Bai wins and wants to defeat the Sword Sect in one go, or whether Li Gu wins and wants to defeat the plan of the Cangjian Sect is not something he cares about.

He just wanted to come to Yanling as soon as possible so that he could go to the next place.

After entering the room and closing the door, the matter outside had nothing to do with him.

On the other side of the bow of the ship, Yang Qinglong was covered in blood and returned with his sword. After a battle, the swordsman won it not be easy, but after talking to the sword before, Yang Qinglong had no hostility towards the old guest, but no matter what, he was the leader and scored the next victory.

Yang Qinglong, with numb hands and feet, came to the bow of the boat and said in a deep voice to Baizhi: "Miss, the old sword idiot is defeated by Wang Bai, and he died here!"

Bai Zhi's face turned pale and shook his head in disbelief: "Didn't Grandpa Chi Jian say that his sword cultivation has improved greatly, or is he inferior to Wang Bai?"

Yang Qinglong looked heavy, turned his head to look at Lan Ze, and said calmly: "Sword Fairy, please take the lady away first. You don't have to go back to ask the Sword Sect, just go to Yanling. I'll break the back for you. It's hard to say how long it can last, so Sword Fairy must be quick."

Lan Ze frowned and said, "Why do you still have to go to Yanling? If you are in such a disaster, you should not return to the sect to be safe?"

Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly, knowing that the sword fairy didn't know the dangers of the world, so he briefly said what would he plan to kill the sword sect if it was to cut off the weeds and to set up an ambush on the way back, and he didn't ask Lan Ze to understand it, as long as Baizhi could understand it.

Finally, Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly and said, "The old sect leader has seen through this layout. He just trusts the martial arts realm too much. Naturally, the worst plan has also appeared today. He failed to break the deadlock and cannot blame others. However, the lady is still the top priority. I have sent back the message to ask about the Sword Sect. The lady and the sword fairy can stay at the senior's residence for a few days. But I really don't walk with the lady."

Baizhi's lips trembled, "Uncle Yang."

Yang Qinglong's expression was dull, "It's not the time to do this now, just leave quickly, Miss."

Bai Zhi focused his head and quickly followed Lan Ze away from the bow of the ship.

Yang Qinglong watched the two men leave, breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword in his hand tightly, and sighed softly: "It's a waste of effort."

I thought there was no one, but I never thought that a voice would soon sound behind me, "You guys have calculated this over and over, but in the end I realized that the big fist is the hard truth?"

Yang Qinglong suddenly turned his head, Li Fuyao stood not far away, holding a pot of wine in his hand, which was the most expensive pear blossom wine on the boat.

Yang Qinglong smiled and said: "From an outsider, I naturally don't know how much the two sides have planned for this. Judging from the cultivation level of the young master, I don't want to say more to us martial artists in the world. But we are not on the same road, so it's meaningless to say too much. But for Yang Qinglong is about to die, can you answer a few questions from me?"

Li Fuyao patted the wine pot, "You talk first."

Yang Qinglong said seriously: "The young master comes from Jianshan, he is a swordsman in Jianshan."

Li Fuyao did not refute.

Yang Qinglong smiled, "Have you ever seen Mr. Liu Yibai Liu? Is Mr. Liu safe now?"

Li Fuyao's hand tightened his wine, and he thought about what Liu Yibai had said before, and then he said softly in a daze: "It turns out that this is the world of Master Liu."

Li Fu shook his head, "I've seen it, but now he is no longer alive."

Yang Qinglong showed regretful expression on his face, "Mr. Liu is the swordsman with the highest talent and achievements in the hundreds of years in Dayu River. It is really a pity to die."

Li Fuyao whispered: "In fact, I want to use what I die for, but whether it is true that Master Liu will do is to say it himself, so I won't speak randomly."

Yang Qinglong wanted to say something else, but his expression suddenly became solemn, "Thank you, young master, if you don't want to be implicated, you will take more time. Please stay away now, otherwise Yang Qinglong will feel uneasy if you are implicated."

Li Fuyao took a sip of the wine, "It's okay."

Yang Qinglong suddenly smiled, "It's good, let the young master see his clumsy sword moves. It's really a pity that he couldn't even pull out the sword when facing the young master that day."

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, but just drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

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Baizhi followed Lan Ze across the river and came to the shore. He looked at the big ship in the distance, with a complicated expression.

Lan Ze pulled Baizhi's sleeve and advised: "Miss, go quickly, don't let Yang Qinglong down."

Bai Zhi frowned very tightly. The sword embryo of the Sword Sect was complicated and he didn't even step on his legs for a while.

Lan Ze had already thought of knocking Baizhi out and carrying it away.

Bai Zhi suddenly turned his head and looked at Lan Ze, calling out to Aunt.

Lan Ze was stunned and saw some tears in Baizhi's eyes.

Lan Ze softened his heart and whispered: "Miss, whether it is life or death, it is something that needs to be experienced one by one. In this situation, it is actually not good to stay."

Bai Zhi said unexpectedly calmly: "Aunt, in fact, the master said a long time ago that if you only want to be a swordsman in this life, you don't have to think too much. You don't have to pay attention to the world. Just practice swords with all your heart. But if you want to be the leader of the Sword Sect, you have to look at the hearts and actions of people. But this is really difficult. You can't express your true thoughts when you see people. The master said that there are many types of scholars, but he never said that you need to treat people sincerely. This is the case for Grandpa Chi Jian, Uncle Yang, and Auntie, but Bai Zhi really doesn't want to do this."

Lan Ze held her hand and comforted her: "The Lord of the Sect, this should be the case. Auntie won't blame you."

Bai Zhi said in a crying voice: "But Bai Zhi doesn't want to treat you like this for the position of a sect leader. In the past, he wanted to learn it, but Grandpa Chi Jian died for me, and Uncle Yang is going to die, too. I don't want Uncle Yang to die."

Lan Ze couldn't bear it, but he still led the white branch forward.

Bai Zhi took a few steps, tried hard to break free from Lan Ze's hand, and said hopefully: "Aunt, how about we go and ask that person to save Uncle Yang?"

Lan Ze frowned, "What is the identity of a lady? How can I ask someone else?"

Bai Zhi made up his mind and said, "I don't care. I can't let Uncle Yang die. Grandpa Chi Jian is already dead. I can't let Uncle Yang die too."

After saying this, Bai Zhi turned around and ran to the bank of the river, completely ignoring Lan Ze.

Lan Ze shook his head slightly, not too disappointed. He asked the Sword Sect that he needed a wise sect leader. Although he was indifferent to the sacredness, in fact, in her opinion, it was forced by the world, but she couldn't say how to agree.

On the contrary, Bai Zhi is like this now. Although it is not suitable to become the next sect leader, in Lan Ze's eyes, he is much more cute than before, and he is more willing to sacrifice his life to protect him.

Lan Ze smiled, caught up with Baizhi's footsteps, and took her back to the big ship.

Now, this sword fairy doesn't care about the strict orders given by the old sect leader before.

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On the other side of the bow of the ship, Yang Qinglong met a group of masters of the Cangjian Sect. He drew his sword toward him without saying a word. Although this master of the Cangjian Sect was seriously injured, he was still a master of the Cangjian. No matter how thin camels were bigger than horses, he still had the strength to deal with these masters of the Cangjian Sect.

The other warriors at the bow of the boat have long dispersed, and many people have returned to their rooms and do not want to participate in the matter between the Cangjianmen and the Inquisition Sword Sect. Only a very small number of people are watching the battle from afar. Every thing that happened on the ferry today is worth remembering for a long time. Whether it is the sword embryo that was used to set the sword on the water, or the sword competition between Wang Bai and Li Gu at the end, it is not a trivial matter. As for the swordsman Yang Qinglong, who is second only to Wang Bai, who is fighting with the Cangjianmen, is a real life-and-death battle. Although it is much worse than the viewing level of the two sword masters, in fact, the bodies of the Cangjianmen who are lying on the bow of the boat are enough to truly feel the cruelty of the world.

Li Fuyao was not far away and was particularly conspicuous, but no master of the Cangjian Sect wanted to provoke the young man in blue. After all, the boy's previous skills standing on the river surface alone were enough to make people fear.

Li Fu turned his head to see the middle-aged man in gray standing on the ferry in the distance, Wang Bai, who was so high that his swordsmanship was at the sky. He fought on the bow of the ship, and no matter what, he would still need to finish it in the end. At that time, Yang Qinglong, who was at the end of his strength, would be dead. There is no doubt about this.

The only thing Li Fuyao is curious about is that Baizhi and Lan Ze are gone, and they have obviously run away. Since the target of the Cangjian Sect is this sword embryo, why are they indifferent?

Could it be that there is still an ambush on the river bank?

Thinking of this, Li Fuyao couldn't help but start to worry about the future of this sword embryo.

How many disasters!

Li Fuyao walked through the cabin and went there to manage the business to buy pear blossom wine.

The old white-haired manager handed over two pots of wine tremblingly and asked softly: "Young Master, why are these two families fighting?"

Li Fuyao glanced at the old manager, thought for a while, but did not answer the question, "This is not a court ferry? Why didn't the old manager come forward to stop the fight between the two sides?"

The old manager said in disappointment: "The Jianghu affairs, how can we do it?"

Li Fuyao smiled knowingly and did not say it thoroughly. It was not that the Dayu court could not control these two sects, but that the people who could manage were unwilling to get involved. These people wanted to manage but did not have the ability, which led to the current situation.

After buying wine, Li Fuyao came back to the railing there. This time, before he looked at Yang Qinglong, he saw Lan Ze walking on the river with the girl Baizhi walking on the water.

Li Fuyao looked at the girl who was returning with great interest.

After the two of them got on the boat, Lan Ze glanced at Li Fuyao from a distance, and then threw himself into the battlefield with Yang Qinglong, leaving Bai Zhi to walk here alone.

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine and looked at the girl.

Bai Zhi straightened the point and removed the ancient Jin sword behind him, hoping to ask: "Is it okay to use this sword to exchange for your hand? Can you save Uncle Yang?"

Li Fuyao patted the bottom of the sword box behind him, "No sword in me is worse than yours."

There was a flash of disappointment in Baizhi's eyes, but he quickly continued to ask: "What should you do to take action?"

Li Fuyao was a little confused and asked, "Two questions. The first question is why you have to take action. The second question is, how do you know that I can save your Uncle Yang with the help of my move."

Bai Zhi said seriously: "No one else dares to get involved in this matter. Only you can watch it here. This means you are not afraid of being implicated. This means you have the ability to save Uncle Yang. Since only you can have the ability, it is not surprising that I am here to ask you."

Li Fuyao asked strangely: "From your previous personality, you should be a very proud person."

Baizhi bit her lips and remained silent.
To be continued...