Fang took over Xin Niang, who took over the slender move, and when she heard Feng Jue's words, her wrist suddenly crutched, and the front part of the cigarette gun in her hand was almost aimed at herself, but fortunately, she stabilized her mind, her eyes gradually cleared, and the small cigarette gun was not inferior to the sharp dagger in her hand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of the smoking gun colliding with the soft sword sounded in his ears, compared to the martial arts practiced by the people of the Bingli Sect, although Xin Niang's moves were not as agile as them, they mainly won in strength.

In addition, Xin Niang is a woman, and her waist is softer than that of a man, the moment the soft sword is waved, she turned sideways slightly, and the false move that she snatched lightly, before the soft sword in the hand of the slender woman was withdrawn, Xin Niang took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the front end of the cigarette stick in her hand was aimed at the woman's vital point, and she did not intend to spare her life.

It was supposed to be a chaotic battle between women who pulled their hair and slapped their faces, but it was swayed like this by the two. In the narrow street, only two beautiful figures were seen flying up and down, and before they could see clearly, they saw Xian Yu hurriedly take two steps back, covering her chest with one hand, tightening her eyebrows, and clenching the roots of her teeth.

The winner Xin Niang smiled slightly, gathered the slightly messy sideburns, turned the cigarette gun in her hand, and the thin end was aimed at herself again, and the fingertips were lightly pressed, and the bright blade embedded in the front end of the cigarette stick immediately retracted.

Looking at the enemy's smug appearance, Xian Yan couldn't help but feel jealous, but she had to obey Xin Niang, she was treacherous, and her moves were not specific, so she couldn't guess how to make the next move. If she hadn't blocked it fast, the blade embedded in the smoking gun would only hit her heart.

Leaning on the wall, Shui Yuehan didn't seem to be worried that Fang Cai's subordinates were almost hit, but instead hooked his lips and smiled, and his eyes looked a little more, where did Feng Jue find these capable people, using smoking guns as weapons, he saw it for the first time.

On the other hand, Xiu Neng and other hands are much more ruthless, and the moves are not as cumbersome as Xin Niang's tricks, just know how to cut when he raises his sword, and it is really the same as Feng Jue said, there is no meaning of pity and cherishing jade.

And Feng Jue, who was trapped in the center, turned around in his corner with his hands and arms, one group looked at this, and the other looked at that. From time to time, he raised his finger and pointed at his subordinates and said: "Hey, who is that, Fang Cai's move was not like that, fortunately, the other party is a girl, if it was a gentleman, you would have fallen down." ”

This hanger Lang is not afraid of danger, so he just has to move a small bench, take a bag of fried melon seeds, and watch the play with Erlang's legs crossed.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Feng Jue didn't intend to spend it like this with the people of the Bingli Sect, and waved his hand: "Come on, let's practice here today." With that, Feng Jue turned around, with a provocative smile on his face, and said to Shui Yuehan not far away: "Thank you to the girls of the Bingli Sect for sparring." ”

Shui Yuehan, who was originally going to sit on the sidelines, heard this humiliating remark and couldn't wait to vomit three liters of blood, no matter how bad the people of his Bingli Sect were, they could still live a few moves with the same martial arts practitioners, but now that Feng Jue actually said that they were here to spar?

Immediately flew up, his eyebrows were lightly raised, and the red silk in his hand was thrown towards Feng Jue, the originally soft red silk was flying towards Feng Jue like a sharp arrow with eyes at the moment, no matter whether Feng Jue wanted to make a move or not, he would force him to make a move today!

Feng Jue, who saw the red silk, did not panic, and dodged every red silk that was wrapped around him with the dexterity of the wind under his feet, raised his right hand, and pulled out his "two concentric hearts" behind him, and the originally bulky sword was made handy by him. The soft red silk collided with the sharp heavy sword, and in the end, it was even the same.

Just as Feng Jue was fighting with all his heart, the cold in Shui Yuehan's eyes became more and more vigorous.

"Tsk. The corners of Shui Yuehan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sinister smile, as if he remembered something, he slowly took out an object from his sleeve, shook it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Today, the deity originally wanted to negotiate with the Seventh Highness, and he didn't plan to do it, but since the subordinates of the Seventh Highness need to be trained, the deity doesn't mind rejuvenating the teacher." It's just that the Seventh Highness has to see clearly, what is the deity holding in his hand?"

The knuckles were clearly holding a money bag that was not big or small but delicately embroidered, and the word "Jin" embroidered on it stinged Feng Jue's eyes for a moment.

Probably even Yun Chenning himself never thought that his money bag was not dropped when he was climbing over the wall, but when he was picking herbs and sliding down the hillside, and this money bag happened to be picked up by the people of the Bingli Sect who patrolled the mountain and handed it over to Shui Yuehan.

A distraction, the heavy sword in Feng Jue's hand was almost thrown to the ground by him, and he tensed his nerves for a moment, and hurriedly took two steps back, forcing himself to put away the sword momentum that he was about to release, and the light of the maple leaf inlaid on the scabbard faded with one palm.

At the end of the day, a red silk slammed towards Feng Jue's chest, and Feng Jue, who had not yet stood firmly, couldn't help but shake his body, and almost fell to the ground. A fishy sweetness poured into his throat, but he forcibly suppressed it, and the blood did not spurt out.

Feng Jue, who saw the money bag in Shui Yuehan's hand clearly, had green tendons bursting out on her forehead, and her body couldn't help but lean forward, her teeth were numb, and she asked almost word by word: "What happened to her?!"

Feng Jue never gets angry easily, even when his subordinates do something wrong and say punishment, he always gives orders with a blank face, he usually shows people with a gentle face, and from time to time he makes a few small jokes with his subordinates, so his subordinates are also willing to get close to him.

If others don't say it, Xin Niang has only seen him get angry twice, and both times it was because of the "white girl" in his mouth.

At this time, the atmosphere around Feng Jue's body was already wrong, as if a raging fire was burning in his heart, the two sword eyebrows were upside down, and the peach blossom eyes like water were covered with frost.

"It's not good, I heard that Miss Bai used to study under the Boundless Son, and she should be used to living in the mountains. The deity wondered if she would be uncomfortable when she arrived here, so she wanted to take the white girl over to stay for a few days, and His Royal Highness the Seventh wouldn't mind, right?" Shui Yuehan played with the money bag in his hand, hooked his lips and smiled.

He was gambling, betting that Bai Jin's money bag had fallen, and Feng Jue didn't know it.

Since the martial arts are not comparable to them, there is only the ability to attack the heart. I messed up first, and even if my martial arts were so good that I couldn't escape the palm of their hands.

More and more footsteps around them taught Xiu Neng and Xin Niang to be vigilant, these people's footsteps were obviously heavy and steady, the most difficult thing was that there were still a lot of people coming.

If it is said that fighting with a few women of the Bingli Sect is a grind, then being entangled by these people is a waste of effort. Without further ado, Xiu Neng took two steps forward and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, let's withdraw first." ”

Feng Jue narrowed his eyes and didn't answer. How many people came, what level of people came, he naturally knew better than Xiu Neng, but in his eyes, the most important thing was to find his little white porcelain.

Moreover, if Xiao Bai Porcelain was really in the Bingli Sect, they were afraid that they would be able to avoid the first day of junior high school, but they would not be able to avoid the fifteenth. Instead of hiding, it's better to settle everything at once.

Turning her head slightly, Shui Yuehan glanced at Xian Yu as if she was casually, what kind of person she was, she had been working under Shui Yuehan for so many years, even if the two of them didn't say anything, a look was enough to solve the problem.

Even if Feng Jue still stood still, it was impossible for the cultivator as a subordinate to ignore the safety of his master, so he simply grabbed it with his big hand and dragged Feng Jue to leave here, Xin Niang's fellow cultivators exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and clenched the cigarette gun in his hand.