C63 Shadow clone technique of sword kinesis latent technique

The woman with the peach blossoms stood there quietly, the light in her eyes flowing. The corner of her mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile. After placing the zither on the ground, her five slender and elegant fingers began to jump about wildly, issuing a few sonorous notes. The longsword in her left hand drew a sword flower and actually began to dance while playing. It was played in an urgent and rhythmic marching song. Although it danced and played occasionally, the unique sound of the ancient zither not only didn't make people feel like the rhythm was broken, but instead felt like the rhythm was different. It was very moving.

The dance was a sword dance, and the sword dance was very good. Sometimes it was stiff, sometimes it was soft, and everyone present was an expert at it. The sword was a killing weapon, a Yang weapon that was extremely masculine. A woman was a beauty, a woman that was as gentle as water. But today, the union of the essence of Yin and Yang between a beauty and a sword was actually so perfect. Along with the clanging of the zither, everyone could feel the battlefield filled with corpses. A peerless lady who had lost her lover was killing with a sword, yet her killing movements were so beautiful and moving …

The sword dance was over, the song was also over …

However, all the young masters were still immersed in that touching scene, as if they were dreaming and intoxicated. Only when Yue Qingcheng bowed slightly and returned to sit beside Yue Ji did everyone awaken to their senses. They clapped together.

"Lady Qingcheng can topple nations, the thousand armies have not wasted time in this trip, this dance will be wasted." Tu Qianjun's eyes shone, he raised the wine cup on the table and shook it, then raised his head and laughed and drank it all, his tone and actions extremely natural and easy, and there was nothing to criticize about it.

Yue Qingcheng smiled, lightly nodded, and did not say a word.

"Lady Qingcheng's sword dance is peerless in this world, there is no one in this world who can compare to it while dancing. This dance should be able to make a huge pot float." Feng Zi also immediately stood up and said that, not willing to be outdone. After he finished speaking, he raised a big jar of wine and started drinking, without stopping at all. He drank all of it, without leaving a single drop behind.

He watched as Feng Zi finished his wine, and then continued to drink, leaving and the others stunned. This madman is truly crazy, you are playing, how can we endure this? We can't have two jars, can we? In the end, they stopped drinking and picked up their cups. They swirled their cups and drank some tea, exchanged a few pleasantries, and expressed their admiration and admiration for Yue Qingcheng.

After that, the various young masters took turns to praise Yue Qingcheng, describing her performance in an extravagant fashion. Although their words were different, their purpose was the same, and they were all expressing themselves — — I admire you very much, I miss you very much, I want you very much, we are willing to marry you back, hold onto your hand like a treasure, and hope that you can pay attention to me, consider me, I'm not bad, and so on.

Yue Qingcheng nodded and replied with a faint smile on her face. In the end, her gaze stopped at Ye Qinghan, who was eating happily on the campfire by himself, and a trace of surprise flashed past his eyes. After a moment of silence, she raised her head and said coldly, "Young Noble Han, why don't you express your opinion on this matter? Yet, did Qingcheng's performance really leave you speechless? "

Yue Qingcheng was very beautiful, and she also danced quite well. But since Ye Qinghan had promised Feng Zi and the others, then at least he had to do some superficial work. Otherwise, he would break his promise, and the main reason was that he had broken his promise now. In times of war, Ye Qinghan was afraid that Feng Zi and the others would break their promise, hence he decided to follow suit. In his heart, his little sister's life was naturally the most important, thus when Yue Qingcheng was dancing, he had placed her attention on the golden, dazzling pork breast above the bonfire. At this moment, he obviously would not fawn along with the rest of the people, although this horse's butt was truly not bad looking.

"En..." "Not bad!"

Sensing Yue Qingcheng's cold gaze, and the others' gazes that were fixed on him like tigers, Ye Qinghan slightly raised his head. After he said that, he continued to focus his attention on the roasted suckling pig, as if the pig looked even more delicious than Yue Qingcheng.

Eh! Not bad? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

All the young masters looked at Ye Qinghan who was immersed in battle with the suckling pig with a strange expression on their faces. This was the first time Yue Qingcheng had asked a question today. This young master did not feel excited nor did he feel overwhelmed from the unexpected favor … It actually said something so perfunctory and not bad? After he finished speaking, he continued to eat him, and he did not even toss Yue Qingcheng a glance.

Forget about Yue Qingcheng, who was a beauty that could topple nations, even the dancing today was not bad. Even as a Holy Maiden of Yue Family, with such a noble identity, he still had to perfunctorily say a few words. When she appeared on stage today, the Eastern Saber Nangong Spear's young master had rushed to recognize him as her master. They had originally thought that this young master was very powerful, but now, she was even more powerful … She was actually so valiant that even Holy Maiden s of Yue Family did not care about him?

Dong Fang Dao and the rest looked at each other, laughed, and gave Ye Qinghan a thumbs up! On the other hand, Feng Zihuacao and the others were smiling as they toasted to him. Of course they knew why Ye Qinghan was acting this way, and it seemed that this brat was truly interesting.

Tu Qianjun also smiled and looked over, a hint of interest revealed from his eyes, and whispered a few words to Xue Wuhen who was beside him. After looking at him a few more times, he quietly watched until Yue Qingcheng stopped talking.

Ye Qinghan did not care about the gazes of the crowd, and did not care about the look of warning from Ye Qingniu. Instead, he tilted his head and said to Feng Zi quietly: "Why are you laughing like a fool here, why aren't you performing properly, do you know what it means to take the lead?"

"Thanks, good brother!" Feng Zi smacked his forehead and stood up. He then coughed to draw everyone's attention, and wiggled the two exploding muscles in his chest, and said loudly: "Today is Lady Qingcheng's coming of age ceremony, if Feng Zi is not talented, he can also dance the two swords in his hands, and celebrate!"

Although it was called a sword dance, Feng Zi did not reach out to grab it, but made a strange gesture, his fist that was held together reached out his index and middle fingers forward, and with the sound of the sword, the huge sword behind him suddenly came out of its scabbard, transforming into a white light that flew straight into the sky. His fingers moved quickly, and the sword twisted a few times in the air. Then, it turned around and fell straight towards the bonfire in the middle of the field. Just as it was about to make contact, Feng Zi quickly changed his hand seals. The huge sword actually circled the bonfire once, then flew straight to Yue Qingcheng through a sheep. After flying to the table in front of Yue Qingcheng, she stopped and quivered a few times. The sheep actually split into seventy to eighty percent and fell on the jade plate on the table.

When he was done, Feng Zi retracted his hand and returned the huge sword to its sheath. Only then did he smile in satisfaction and said: "I have done it, Lady Qingcheng, for this roasted milk sheep to express my feelings."

"Young Noble Feng, thank you." Yue Qingcheng smiled lightly, and nodded to express her thanks.

The young master by the side, however, raised his middle finger at Feng Zi. If you take out your Feng Family's sword kinesis, how can you still play with other people? And even if you wanted to curry favor with Yue Qingcheng, there's no need to cut off her meat from the big guy who killed people and ate food, right?

"Not bad, Old Man Feng!" "I'm afraid your kid has already entered the sixth layer of the Sword Arts." Ye Qingniu whispered to the Feng Family Elder at the row of square tables above.

Yue Ji nodded her head in satisfaction and said, "Small scale control is already very good. With a strength at the third level of the General Realm, even a Martial Cultivator at the first level of the Marshall Realm would probably not be able to defeat him. Feng Zi's talent is the best in the last hundred years, her future is limitless."

"Where? Where? Compared to the disciples of your families, I'll have to work harder. " Feng Family Grand Elder said modestly, but his face was blossoming with happiness.

"Hehe!" "My family's little brat is preparing to go on stage. Let's see what sort of special performance he has." The Hua Family Elder smiled, and pulled everyone's attention towards him.

Seeing that Feng Zi had drawn the jackpot, the plants were unhappy. Standing up, they bowed towards Yue Qingcheng and nodded, saying: "I came to join in the fun too, I'll give Lady Qingcheng a mysterious gift."

As he spoke, the flowers and plants began to slowly walk towards the center of the field. His steps were elegant and light. As he walked, his body slowly became blurry in front of everyone and eventually disappeared completely.

"Stealth?"

Everyone was startled, their expressions changing. They had heard of the assassin clan's Hua Family's stealth technique, but they had never expected that the flower and grass would directly disappear under their watchful eyes. If she let him lurk beside her and randomly stab her, wouldn't she just die? The only youngsters who did not change their expressions were the descendants of the Four Major Clans, Long Shuiliu and Tu Qianjun. Because Long Shuiliu had seen it before, he did not feel alarmed, but Tu Qianjun did not have any expression, only a look of contempt, as though he did not care about this little trick.

The Great Elders above were naturally not shocked, and did not change their expressions. Although the flowers and plants were still decent at using the [Undercover] technique, under the powerful cultivation of their Sage Stage, they were practically invisible.

The flowers and plants left very quickly and arrived very quickly as well. When everyone opened their eyes wide and looked around, the flowers and plants finally appeared, but he directly walked towards Yue Qingcheng. He held a purple rose in his hand and walked with a strange pace. His speed seemed very slow, but afterimages appeared behind him. A row of three flowers and plants holding roses appeared in the field, smiling as they walked over. The scene was extremely strange. In the end, the afterimages disappeared, and Hua Zhi stood in front of Yue Qingcheng, sincerely bowing as he said, "Lady Qingcheng, may your beauty last forever!"

"Many thanks, Young Master Hua!" Yue Qingcheng still had a calm expression as she reached out her beautiful hands to receive the purple rose.

Eh!

He had even used this skill in order to get rid of the girl's afterimage. Yet, that transvestite had used it to show off his abilities!

Everyone shook their heads slightly, secretly deciding not to disgrace themselves later. In any case, the disciples of the four great families and Long Shuiliu were even more likely to be one of the young masters from the God City, so wouldn't it be impossible for everyone like him? It was better to think of how they could snatch a spot among the twelve elite women from the Yue Family.