"Go and see, there's a fight going on over there."
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion all around. Qin Yuesheng looked in the direction of the sound and saw pedestrians with their faces covered with cloth running quickly in the same direction.
"A group of people are fighting over there. It's very intense."
"Really? Really? Who is it?"
Qin Yuesheng saw that this group of people completely ignored the fact that they were in a densely populated public place, where the air was not circulating and the probability of catching a cold was greater, and they all ran towards somewhere.
Out of curiosity, he jumped onto the roof of a nearby house and ran towards the direction where the most pedestrians gathered.
On the street, two men with swords were fighting. Their swordsmanship was quite good, and their moves were experienced and skillful.
A man in a red robe, about thirty years old, and opposite him was a young man in his twenties.
The two fought evenly and the fight was extremely tense.
Qin Yuesheng stood on a nearby roof and looked down. He saw that the two men showed no signs of internal force during the fight, so it seemed that they were not warriors at the internal force level.
"Hey! Isn't this the hero Zhang Qiushan? I've seen him in the Book of Heroes. It's said that he's an expert at using the "Drizzling Rain Hidden Smoke" sword technique. He once single-handedly destroyed two mountain strongholds near Yangzhou."
"I know the man he fought with. He was Huang Ling, a disciple of Hongyan Villa. He learned from the great hero Yan Zhen and is known for his 'Swallow Returning to the Nest' sword technique. His strength should not be underestimated."
"These two are both powerful knights. I didn't expect to meet them in our Qingyang City. It's a great honor to see them sparring with each other."
"You probably don't know this. Hero Zhang and Young Master Huang are both from Qingyang City. This time, there was a sudden cold snap in the city, so they came back to visit their parents back home."
"So that's how it is."
Zhang Qiushan and Huang Ling sometimes used unconventional sword moves, sometimes used fast sword attacks, and sometimes used slow sword strikes, which made the onlookers very excited.
After dozens of rounds, Huang Ling lost a move due to his young age and lack of experience compared to Zhang Qiushan, which brought the competition to an end.
When Zhang Qiushan's sword touched Huang Ling's shoulder, Huang Ling took the initiative to bow and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, I lost."
"Thank you very much. Young Master Huang has such strength at such a young age. In a few years, I will definitely not be your opponent. The new generation pushes the old generation forward. Young Master Huang is truly the pride of our Qingyang City." Zhang Qiushan put away his sword, stroked his beard and said with a smile.
The two of them stopped fighting, and the result of one losing and one winning naturally caused a lot of discussion among the onlookers. Everyone was discussing the martial arts of the two. However, the scene was quite harmonious.
But at this moment, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
"They are just two third-rate warriors, yet they have the nerve to call themselves masters and act like they should have met earlier."
The sound was very hoarse and harsh, and the volume was quite loud, which instantly attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from.
Soon, a thin man in a black robe came into everyone's sight.
This was a man dressed very strangely. Qin Yuesheng had never seen a man who would apply a circle of purple rouge around his eyes. He looked like a monster.
Seeing someone openly mocking him, Zhang Qiushan naturally couldn't pretend not to hear anything in public. He stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "May I know your name, sir? Since third-rate people like us are not worthy of your attention, then you can just turn around and leave. Why bother to stay here and watch for so long?"
"I'm just looking at your clumsy and disgraceful tricks." The black-robed man sneered, "If you are considered highly skilled here, then the warriors here are really nothing special."
"How dare you!" Huang Ling had just returned home when he saw this man using him as an excuse to insult his hometown, Qingyang City. How could he tolerate this? Moreover, young people are full of youthful vigor and naturally cannot tolerate it.
Swish!
In an instant, Huang Ling swung out his sword and forced his way towards the opponent's head.
"A mere trifle." The man in black robe clamped Huang Ling's sword blade with his two fingers lightly. He didn't seem to use much force, but the iron sword in Huang Ling's hand broke into two pieces.
Bang!
The man in black robe slapped Huang Ling with his backhand, and before Huang Ling could touch his body, he flew backwards.
If Zhang Qiushan had not caught him halfway and absorbed a lot of the force, Huang Ling would probably have lost half his life on the spot.
But Zhang Qiushan was not in a better condition. The moment he caught Huang Ling, his legs plowed several steps on the stone slabs of the street, and his feet were aching.
"What a strong power!" Zhang Qiushan looked at the man in black robe in disbelief.
After just such a small fight, he already felt that his strength was far inferior to that of the other party. This person really had the capital to look down on him.
“Puff!”
Huang Ling was hit in the chest with a palm, and his face turned pale and listless. He fell beside Zhang Qiushan's shoulder and couldn't help spitting out blood foam.
"Qingyang City is nothing special." The man in black robe laughed arrogantly.
As soon as these words were spoken, anger appeared on the faces of the people around. It would be offensive to anyone to hear an outsider slander their hometown in Qingyang City. If they were not very clear that they could not be the opponent of the man in black robe, they would have rushed up to fight him for three hundred rounds.
"I will give you this in return."
Suddenly a sneer came from the sky.
Everyone looked up at the sky, trying to find the source of the sound, and saw a young man with tattered clothes and blood on his arms standing on the eaves of a two-story building.
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