Everyone dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, Duan Yuci was startled when he saw this, Tong Muzhi was a distinguished guest he invited, and Fan Wen couldn't help but look a little rude. Immediately, Duan Yuqi arrived quickly, and said to Fan Wen: "Master Fan, stop quickly!" Mr. Tong is my honored guest. ”

Van Wen smiled, and didn't mean to let go, and Duan Yuci didn't do it well, just blindly persuaded him. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a black shadow flashed in front of Van Wen with a whoosh, and no one saw who it was, and there was an opening on Van Win's left hand, which was neither deep nor shallow, and just touched his bones. Fan Wen didn't have time to let go of his hand, and Tong Muzhi relieved himself.

The crowd watched in bewilderment, and at some point a man dressed in black and gray linen appeared, wearing a hat on his head and a sword that did not look like a sword at his waist. Van Wen was also a little surprised, but he didn't care about the man's dress, because the scar on his hand was too painful. After realizing it, he quickly covered his wound and said angrily: "Who the fuck are you? The mysterious figure ignored him, and walked towards Tong Muzhi step by step.

Because of Fanwen's shot just now, Tong Muzhi was already fainting in pain, but fortunately, this person appeared in time, and Tong Muzhi was relieved. He looked this mysterious figure up and down, seeing that he had indeed seen this dress, yes, he was Yue Shufan. Before Tong Muzhi could call out his name, Shufan had already walked up to Tong Muzhi and asked coldly, "Are you okay?" ”

Tong Muzhi nodded excitedly, Shufan stretched out his slender hand and shook Tong Muzhi's hand, only to find that two bruises had already been squeezed out of his hands, which seemed to have hurt his muscles and bones. Without waiting for Shu Fan to let go of his hand, Na Fan Wen shouted again: "Little rabbit, who are you?" Shu Fan stopped, turned around to face Fan Wen, his hand holding the sword seemed to have some movement, and it was being lifted up, only Tong Muzhi beside him could see it clearly.

Tong Muzhi knew Shufan's ability, but he looked around for fear that he would anger the martial arts people, so he grabbed him and said slowly: "Don't!" Shu Fan's hand holding the sword slowly let go. Seeing that he still didn't reply, Fan Wen thought that it was too faceless, how could the head of the dignified Jinyue Palace suffer such a great humiliation, so he secretly exerted all his strength and tried to attack Yue Shufan.

The wind is still blowing, the clouds in the sky are much less, and the clear blue sky is particularly beautiful, just like the mood of people, which is particularly comfortable. Duan Shuai came to the front of the main hall with the support of Sixue, and the battle between Pan Chongyue and Zhu Mengnan was really exciting, and Duan Shuai couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Sixue didn't care, what she cared about was where her father was.

The two walked for a while, only to find that there was a small square next to the big ring, and there seemed to be a lot of people gathered there, Si Xue begged Duan Shuai to take him with him. Duan Shuai couldn't resist her, and he was also very curious, so he walked over there. As soon as I arrived nearby, I heard Van Wen's scolding, and Tong Muzhi's voice could occasionally be heard in the interval, but it was extremely difficult.

After Si Xue heard Tong Muzhi's voice, she hurriedly squeezed around in the crowd, and finally squeezed to the front, only to find that her father was not lightly injured on his hand. Sixue was shocked and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Tong Muzhi, who was frowning and enduring the pain, suddenly smiled and said with a smile: "It's okay, dad is fine." But as soon as the words fell, a wave of pain hit again, and Tong Muzhi's brows tightened again.

Si Xue knew that her father was injured, so she looked around and saw that a man with a hat was particularly suspicious, so she went up and beat him desperately. Before Tong Muzhi could call out to her, Duan Shuai picked up Sixue. Duan Shuai had seen this person, no, to be exact, he should have seen the sword in his hand. It was a special sword, and whoever saw it once would never forget it. That's right, he is the man surnamed Yue.

Tong Muzhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sixue, don't come nonsense, he didn't do anything to me." Si Xue was a little puzzled at this time, Duan Shuai still had injuries on his body, so it didn't take long to let go of Si Xue. Sixue hurriedly rushed to her father and carefully examined the injuries on his hands.

Shu Fan heard all the conversations behind him, and he didn't expect that he had a jealous little cousin. At this time, Fan Wen was a little impatient, he put his right hand behind his back, and quietly exercised, and many fallen leaves scattered on the ground had suddenly gathered in his hands, and Shufan had not fought with him, so he didn't know the measurement of this person.

It is said that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles, but this set of principles will not work here in Shufan, because no matter who the opponent is, he will always follow his own routine. Never be tied up by anyone or anything. At this moment, more than a dozen leaves flew towards Shu Fan, and the seemingly soft leaves, after being fiddled with by Van Wen's hand, seemed to have magical power, and the pieces were like steel knives that had been tempered thousands of times. A cold light flashed in Shu Fan's eyes, and Duan Shuai's heart also sweated, I really didn't know how this young man should respond.

Just as everyone was waiting, Shu Fan took out the long sword in his hand, and the long sword he had just drawn out was put into the scabbard again before he could swing it. It was this trick again, and more than a dozen fallen leaves were like frosted eggplants, and they suddenly wilted. Before everyone could understand it, Fan Wen's forehead was already sweating like rain, but Duan Shuai saw it really well, and he sighed in his heart, not a taste. After his long sword was unsheathed, he used a total of eleven moves, slashing, stabbing, splitting, blocking, picking, and collecting, but his people never moved the place, and these eleven moves were completed in one go, and there was no change in the middle. No matter how much power is condensed on the fallen leaves flying from the opposite side, it is just a joke in the eyes of Shu Fan.

Van Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked tremblingly, "You... Who are you sacred? "It's still early, and it's really a happy event that Mengshan in early spring ushered in such a sunny day. Shu Fan still ignored him, and Fan Wen didn't dare to ask any further, and after a short time, Shu Fan said coldly: "You go!" I don't kill people today. ”

These words pierced Van Win's chest like a sharp sword, and everyone was in an uproar, which was simply a great shame, especially for the Jianghu people who had not yet decided the winner, it was tantamount to sweeping away his face. Whether it is for his own face or for whether Jinyue Palace can gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future, this battle seems to be inevitable.

In fact, the people present didn't understand where this kid got his confidence. Van Win's name has been spread in the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, and his martial arts are also surprisingly powerful. Only Duan Shuai knew in his heart that Van Wen would be defeated, not only would he be defeated, but he would be defeated without face and completely defeated. Because maybe Van Wen won't be able to get along with him at all, and he will die in his hands.

As a swordsman, no matter how sharp the sword in your hand is, no matter how superb your swordsmanship is, if you don't have a ruthless heart, one day, you will eventually lose to your opponent. Shufan's swordsmanship may not be the first in the rivers and lakes, but his ruthlessness can be said to be the first in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, even if he meets someone who is superior to him in swordsmanship one day, he will defeat the opponent, just like defeating Huo Dingtian.

Duan Shuai clearly realized this, at this time, he only hoped that this person was not from Qiyue City, otherwise, his revenge plan was afraid that he would die. Van Wyn drank everyone back, and the circle around them suddenly became much larger, enough for them to duel. Shufan shook his head and said, "You go, I won't embarrass you." ”

Van Wen was furious and rushed at Shufan. He knew that the opponent's speed was too fast, and the surprise attack was useless at all, so he had to rely on his deep internal strength to attack him head-on. Shufan was still standing in place, motionless, and Fan Wen had already come to Shufan, and attacked Shufan with his hands and feet at the same time.

Shu Fan did not draw his sword, but changed his right arm to block his attack. After all, Fan Wen is Fan Wen, this power cannot be underestimated, Shu Fan's footsteps gradually relaxed, and he seemed to be a little unbearable, but he still did not use the sword. Seeing that he was still not moving, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he used a flying flower palm and slashed at his head, and everyone was startled, and some even covered their eyes, for fear of seeing the scene of their brains bursting.

At this moment, Shu Fan firmly caught Fan Wen's flying flower palm with his right hand, Fan Wen was immediately deflated, and had to withdraw his hand and use another wrong leaf fist, this fist was strong and powerful, as if a punch could shatter the stone of Mount Tai. Van Wen both came out and hit Shu Fan's chest, Shu Fan moved at this time, yes, he knew how powerful his opponent's move was. I'm afraid that I can't catch these two fists with my own internal strength.

Shu Fan took a step back, and in just that step, Van Wen's fists had already failed, because he had calculated the distance to punch, and when the fist arrived but the target was gone, then the fist lost its original strength. Fan Wen was very annoyed, and attacked Shu Fan with more than a dozen punches in a row, all of which missed. yes, he's competing with Shufan for speed, so it's lost.

Van Wyn was a little deflated, so he had to put his fists away and gasp for breath. Such a result was not expected by everyone, it was not easy for such a nameless and surnameless person to make the dignified Fanwen suffer such a big loss. Van Wen thought while resting: It seems that he can't fight this kid, so he had to stop his hand and said warmly: "Your Excellency's martial arts are superb, I really admire it." ”

Before the words fell, seventy-two flying flower and leaf nails shot out from the cuffs in unison, heading straight for Shufan. Everyone dodged one by one, for fear of hurting the pond fish. Shu Fan frowned, he never thought that he would come to such a hand, but he was no one else, he was the ruthless swordsman Yue Shufan.

He didn't move his steps, his hand holding the sword was raised again, and his right hand drew his long sword with a whoosh, only to hear the sound of ping-pong metal colliding, as lively as the battle between the two armies on the battlefield. Everyone was dumbfounded, and Duan Shuai's eyes widened, each of the seventy-two flying flower wrong leaf nails was blocked by the sword that was not like a sword in Shu Fan's hand. On the last one, Shu Fan flipped his wrist and flicked it back. Van Wen would never have thought that in his lifetime, he would be hit by his own unique secret weapon, Feihua Wrong Leaf Nail. The nail pierced Van Win's right shoulder, and a stream of blood seeped out like a spring, and Van Wyn fell down in response, crying out in pain.

When the disciples heard the news, they hurriedly came up to help Fan Wen, and the depressed Fan Wen was disgraced, glaring at Yue Shufan viciously and shouting, "Who are you?" There's a kind of leaving a name! Yue Shufan replied coldly: "Yue! "The hills are the mountains, and such a surname reminds everyone of the tall and majestic five mountains. People in the rivers and lakes have a different kind of sensitivity to this surname, because there has been Yue Mingshan in history, such a name that will always be engraved in the hearts of the people of the rivers and lakes.

Fan Wen was stunned, the wind was still blowing, blowing up a strand of Van Wen's long gray hair, but he couldn't blow the sweat that kept oozing out of his face, and he shouted loudly: "Yue Mingshan? You're back in the woods! Everyone was taken aback and whispered, everyone understood the meaning of the name, and no one dared to mention his name lightly.

Yue Shufan ignored everyone's questions, and walked towards Tong Muzhi by himself, he raised his head, and everyone who saw him breathed a sigh of relief, such a young man would definitely not be Yue Mingshan, even if Yue Mingshan reappeared in the rivers and lakes, he would be a person over half a hundred years old. Shu Fan's eyes became extremely gentle, he lowered his head and looked at Si Xue, Duan Shuai hurriedly protected Si Xue, Shu Fan was a little lost, looked at Duan Shuai, when the two eyes met, it was like a lightning bolt passing through the entire body, both of them were taken aback, but then calmed down again.

It wasn't their first time they'd met, and it wasn't their last. Shufan opened his mouth and said, "I still owe you a drink." Duan Shuai smiled, finally breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Sixue also poked her head out curiously at this time, but after a glance, she quickly hid back, for fear of being seen by Shufan. Tong Muzhi smiled at this time and took Shufan's hand and said, "Let's go, let's go back!" ”

The men ignored the surprised gazes of the crowd and walked back on their own. Van Wyn kicked the stone on the ground hatefully, and said secretly: "You wait for me!" After speaking, he was also helped back by his disciples. At this time, Hu Tianming was covered with scars, and Yang Xian was also a little injured. Hu Tianming and Yang Xian slowly stood up under the support of Deng Hu and Shangguan Yue, and before they could thank them, they found that Shufan had already gone away, so they had to give up.

Seeing this, Duan Yuju hurriedly ordered Yu Xuzi to send them to Tong Muzhi for treatment, as soon as they left, Shangguan Que and Jian Yong came over, Jian Yong was about to kneel down when he saw Chen Batian, Chen Batian held him and said: "Good brother, today's Jianghu Conference, we don't have to be a courtesy in the march!" And let me see, who is this? Chen Batian stopped, looked at Shangguan Que, and asked suspiciously.

Jian Yongyi pulled Shangguan Que over and said, "This is Brother Guan, who is strong in the city, he is a big hero with one enemy and three!" Chen Batian immediately looked Shangguan Que up and down, and was a little surprised when he saw Shangguan Que's face full of black charcoal, and then looked carefully, thoughtful in his heart, and asked tentatively: "Guan Yingying, do we know each other?" ”

Shangguan Que did know him, but it was on the battlefield, and the two only had a one-sided relationship. So he deliberately lowered his throat at this time and said: "The villain is a mountain village man, how can he be fortunate enough to be a strong general!" After hearing this, Chen Batian didn't take it to heart, so he invited the two to come and watch the battle between Xizi Bodhi and the carefree swordsman.

The worry-free swordsman Pan Chongyue attacked and defended, struck left and right, while Xizi Bodhi Zhu Mengnan was natural, always following his own path, and there was no sign of being disrupted by Pan Chongyue at all. The two have been fighting for almost a long time, but they still haven't decided the winner, Duan Yuci and the others are very anxious.

At this time, Nanyangling's subordinates came down to report: "Report to the city lord, something happened to the young master Renhe!" Huang Furen was taken aback when he heard this, he didn't care about anything, he quickly got up, followed his subordinates, and walked all the way to the dining room of the Mengshan faction, and saw Huang Furen and lying on the ground unconscious.

Huangfu Rendao was so frightened that he hurriedly ran up, helped Huangfu Renhe to come, touched his pulse, and found that although his body was fine, there were signs of poisoning, and his meridians were weak, as if he had been poisoned by sweat medicine! He stood up and grabbed his entourage and asked, "What the hell is going on?" The entourage said in a panic: "Ren and the young master said that it was too boring to watch them fight, and when he found that he was hungry, he ran to the kitchen to find food, so he drank the tea made by a little Taoist priest just now, and after half an hour, he lay on the ground and did not move!" The villain hurriedly came to report to the city lord! ”

"What about the little Taoist?" Huangfu Rendao asked. "I don't know if I'm young, but looking at his short stature and clear eyebrows, he should be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child!" Huangfu Rendao was shocked, thinking that someone must have poisoned the tea at the conference, so he hurriedly picked up Huangfu Renhe and was about to go out. When he was halfway there, he suddenly jumped down from the air and blocked his way, and Huangfu Rendao was furious: "Where did you come from, rabbit cub, get out of the way, I'm going to save people!" ”

I saw the three people on the other side laughing, and one of them said: "The old man of the emperor is really still a straightforward person!" After saying that, a few people laughed again, and Huangfu Rendao realized that something was wrong, so he asked: "Since you know who the old man is, why do you stop it?" ”

The man was unhurried and said, "The old hero of Huangfu is really a noble man who forgets things!" You don't remember me, but I remember you! He walked over and continued, "Look at the scar on my face, remember?" Huangfu Rendao saw that there was a distinct scar on the face of this big man, he seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, how could he remember it one by one when he had hurt so many people, and he didn't want to waste more time, so he softened his tone and said softly: "If the hero has a holiday, he will talk about it in the future, and the old man does have something important today, and I hope it will be convenient!" ”