The shocked god slashed out, and Wei Changfeng's momentum rose to the highest point.

He had already cultivated the Seven Slashes of Liefeng to the point where he could integrate it, broke through the second level of the Seven Swords' Slashes, and reached the point where the third level of swords were released at will. The seven-step sword styles were used to form combos, and the power was superimposed layer by layer, which puts increasing pressure on the opponent.

Although he was unable to inject true energy into the wooden sword, and the power of the sword was insufficient, Wei Changfeng's sword technique was firmly at the peak of the sword force's success, and every move and every move contained a bit of the true essence of the sword intent he had realized.

A true interpretation of the sword intent, and the three-month Qingming practiced hard. Wei Changfeng is no longer comparable to that in the past, so the final shocking slash fully exerted his speed and strength, forming a mountain to press the top!

Faced with such a sword, Lu Yan's breathing stopped.

Even though he knew that Wei Changfeng had not used his true energy, the wooden sword he swung through the air and howled and strongly made him feel that he was going to be beheaded on the spot, and his mind was taken away by him.

It was entirely out of the instinct of a warrior, Lu Yan raised his sword to block it.

Click!

Two ebony swords collided heavily, and the wooden sword in Lu Yan's hand broke open in an instant, and Wei Changfeng's weapon fell down and slashed towards the opponent's head.

It's over!

Lu Yan felt like he fell into an ice cave, and he was cold from his head to his feet. His whole body was stiff and unable to move. He could only close his eyes and wait for the heavy blow from Wei Changfeng.

However, the expected situation did not happen. Lu Yan was stunned for a moment on the edge of the piano platform before hearing Wei Changfeng say lightly: "Senior Brother Lu, admit it!"

Wei Changfeng's sword did not slash it. Instead, he stopped at a position just half an inch above his opponent's head.

He took back the wooden sword and took three steps back.

Lu Yan opened his eyes again, looking confused.

A soft sneer came from the guests upstairs and downstairs, and some laughed loudly and harshly.

That was Yuwen Shaoqing. Seeing Lu Yan’s unluckyness, he was in extreme happiness, and his disgust towards Wei Changfeng was reduced a lot. He clapped his high fives one after another!

When Lu Yanru woke up from her dream, a handsome face suddenly turned into a pig's liver. He suddenly dropped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and roared at Wei Changfeng with red eyes and said, "I haven't lost yet, don't exchange the wooden sword for the real sword!"

The reason why his sword was broken just now was because he instinctively poured into his true energy at the last moment.

According to this competition rules, the sword break means defeat, and there is no doubt!

The guests' expressions became wonderful now. Some frowned in disgust, some showed disdain, some regretted and sympathized, and some gloated.

I can't afford to lose like this. After this competition is spread, Lu Yan's reputation may not be available again. Maybe his status in the Qinglong Palace will be affected.

The sect’s most important face is the most important thing, and Lu Yan’s performance is undoubtedly embarrassing the master’s sect!

Originally, the cunning man of this true disciple of the Qinglong Palace would not fail like this even if he suffered setbacks. The main reason was that he was too frustrated and depressed in this competition. In front of everyone, there were Qin Zhaoyuan, Qin Mingzhu, Qin Mingzhu and Yuwen Shaoqing.

Lu Yan was in a mess and naturally lost his usual style.

Wei Changfeng ignored him, stood on the piano stage with his sword in his hand, and looked up at the eighth floor above.

The sixth, seventh and eighth floors of Yuchun Building are hollowed out. Both the seventh and eighth floors have private rooms. The window seats can overlook the piano platform on the sixth floor. The view and location are the best.

"It is obvious that Mr. Wei won this competition."

Princess Mingyue's voice fell again: "Please come up and talk."

Most of the people present looked at Wei Changfeng with envy and jealous eyes. If they defeated Lu Yan, a true disciple of Qinglong Palace, in one battle, they would definitely become famous in the capital. Now they have been invited by Princess Mingyue, and they are simply rising to the top!

There is no need for any doubt. Tomorrow, Wei Changfeng's name will reach countless people's ears.

Wei Changfeng turned around and got off the piano platform, throwing the lost Lu Yan alone on the piano platform.

The disciple of the Qinglong Palace looked blue and white, and finally sighed dejectedly, lowered his head and stepped down.

The longer he stayed here, the bigger the person he lost, so he had no other habit of going upstairs and returning to his private room and quietly escaped from the stairs.

A group of musicians and dancers went on the piano stage to start performing, making the atmosphere lively again.

"Prince Wei"

A pretty girl in palace clothes greeted Wei Changfeng, bowed and said, "Please come with me."

Wei Changfeng nodded and said, "I'm going to work hard."

Under the guidance of this girl in the palace dress, he went up to the eighth floor and entered the best Wanghu Lake in Yuchun Tower.

Zhao Hong once told Wei Changfeng that the Wanghu Lake in Yuchun Tower is called "Wang Pavilion". Only members of the royal family and the distinguished guests they invited are qualified to enter. No matter how much money an ordinary powerful person pays, don't want to get involved.

This private room has a strong and occupies almost half of the floors. The decoration inside is not very luxurious, but it gives people a very elegant and exquisite feeling.

On the soft mat by the window, there were only two women and one man and three men, and three maids were serving each other.

The man in white looked in his twenties, with a firm appearance and sharp eyes. He sat upright on the ground mat with a temperament of a stadium that made people dare not underestimate him at all.

The two women sitting opposite the man in white were wearing white dresses, wearing veils, only showing a pair of dazzling and star-like eyes, and the burnt-tailed guqin placed in front of her was enough to illustrate her identity.

Shang Xiuyun and everyone!

The monk Xiuyun sat in the same seat as a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. She was extremely bright and charming with her light green skirt. Although she didn't have many luxurious accessories, the unique aura of the pride of heaven could not be concealed.

The three of them looked at Wei Changfeng who had just stepped into Yuchun Tower, either curious or indifferent, with different eyes.

Wei Changfeng bowed to the man in white without being humble or arrogant, and said, "Wei Changfeng, a disciple of Qingming Peak in Yunhaishan, has seen His Highness Zhaoyuan!"

This man in white is undoubtedly Qin Zhaoyuan, the third son of King Wu of Qin, and a strong contender for inheriting the throne of Qin.

Regarding Qin Zhaoyuan, Zhao Hong and Wei Changfeng have told him a lot about him.

Therefore, although Wei Changfeng was the first to know him, it does not hinder his understanding of this prince.

Qin Zhaoyuan smiled faintly and nodded.

If you are a commoner or an ordinary official, you will definitely bow down when you see this highness, but Wei Changfeng has the identity of a disciple of Yunhaishan inner sect, so it is enough to give a standard meeting ceremony.

Yunhaishan has been the southwestern border area for hundreds of years and has always been valued and relied on by the royal family of the Qin Dynasty.

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!