A bloodshed caused by an apple?

Yes, it was a bloody case caused by an apple.

The poisonous wolf still has the flesh of an apple on its face, and it can smash people with apples, and the means are not ordinary.

Yan Murong was also stunned, although he was also wary of the foreign uncle standing against the door frame when he was fighting with the poisonous wolf, but how he made a move, Yan Murong didn't see it.

"What are you doing?" The king of kings, standing on the rooftop, shouted. "I didn't pay you to deal with your own people."

Don't talk about the king of kings, even Yan Murong was surprised.

This guy is undoubtedly a master, but his current behavior is a bit confusing. Thrown crooked? Obviously impossible, he was able to control his strength so precisely, just knocking the poisonous wolf unconscious without injuring him. How can such a person not have an accurate head?

"Everyone is out of arms, but this guy uses such obscene moves, I don't like it." The foreign uncle has a bright and kind smile on his face, and he doesn't look like a master no matter how he looks at it.

"You-"

The king of kings is depressed, regardless of the black cat and white cat, if you can catch a mouse, it is a good cat, what trick do you use to manage people's homes, does it have anything to do with you?

This foreign uncle ignored the king of kings at all, walked over to Yan Murong, and said with a smile. "Cold weapons, I like them the most, why don't we fight?"

"Who are you?" Yan Murong asked vigilantly. This foreign uncle looked harmless when he laughed, but Yan Murong knew that this guy was a master, at least worse than his own kung fu.

"Me? Hehe. The foreign uncle smiled and said. It's just a codename, and I've forgotten my name after all these years. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the soft sword in Yan Murong's hand, and the expression on his face was suddenly stunned. "Huh? This sword is kind of interesting. ”

"What are you talking about? Catch him. The king of kings couldn't wait any longer, and shouted loudly at the foreign uncle. I didn't pay you to talk to him - hit, hit, break his leg for me. ”

"It's really noisy." The foreign uncle said with a complaining face, stretched out his little finger and gouged out his ears, and said to Yan Murong. "You also heard, my employer is a little annoying, why don't we fight? If you win me, you can walk out. ”

"You think I'm going to believe that idiot?" Yan Murong sneered, obviously, what the king of kings said was not as good as a fart in his ears. If it were him, he would never let the other party leave so easily.

"To be honest, I don't believe it either." The middle-aged uncle pursed his lips and said. "But I can assure you that if you win me, I'll send you out safely."

"Come on, then."

Yan Murong moved, and when the foreign uncle was still babbling endlessly, Yan Murong had the idea of preemptively, and with a wave of the soft sword in his hand, he rolled towards his neck.

This move, called neck twisting in the soft sword move, is a move unique to the soft sword.

Anyone who practices swords knows that the soft sword is the most difficult to control, and if a person can use the soft sword with great power, then any sword in the world, even a branch or a burning stick, can exert infinite power in his hands.

Twisting the neck is to control the soft sword to hover like a poisonous snake, twist the opponent's neck, and then pull it so hard, and the head will be separated from the body.

Yan Murong's movements were extremely fast, or this move could have been a sneak attack, but the foreign uncle's reaction was not slow, the moment Yan Murong took out the sword, his eyes became sharp, his body did not retreat, he stretched out his big hand full of golden hair and fan-like hair, and grabbed the sword body.

To Yan Murong's surprise, the sword he had tentatively used fifty percent of his strength was actually caught in his hand, and he also circled around his hand twice. Surprised, Yan Murong twisted the hilt of the sword lightly, and the soft sword wrapped around his hand retreated as if he was dead, his wrist flicked, the sword body became straight, the sword flower floated, and he attacked him again.

This time, Yan Murong was even more shocked.

Is this guy still human? He actually used his fist to resist his sword, and his sword only left a light red mark on his fist, and he didn't even cut his skin.

Yan Murong put away his sword, stepped back, looked at the foreign uncle and said. "I don't do kung fu."

"Horizontal Kung Fu?" The foreign uncle was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. "I misunderstood, I don't know your Huaxia golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt, it's just that the skin is rough and the flesh is thick."

Rough skin and thick meat? Are you demonic?

"Then try again?" Yan Murong smiled.

"Okay." Foreign uncles also laughed.

This scene looks like two good friends discussing the "battle situation" just now, and one of them feels that it is not good and says that he wants to try again. The other readily agreed.

As the words fell, Yan Murong drew his sword again, this time, faster than just now, the slender sword body turned into a silver poisonous snake spitting a letter under the light, and the tip of the sword picked up at the position of his heart.

"Hum—"

In an instant, Yan Murong's wrist flicked, and the internal qi instantly poured into the sword body, emitting a buzzing sound like a dragon's groan.

"Uhhh

After a sword, Yan Murong immediately pulled back, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

"This uncle, it seems that your skin is still not thick enough."

"Huh? It's weird, it's weird. As if he hadn't heard Yan Murong's words, the foreign uncle looked at a slender wound on the back of his hand, his face full of doubts.

"Internal strength?" The foreign uncle suddenly raised his head, and his eyes became hot when he looked at Yan Murong. "Is this the inner strength of your Chinese novels?"

"Yo, I'm very knowledgeable." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I like it."

I thought that this foreign uncle would roar first, and then shout: Explode, small universe, and then his body suddenly burst out with a ball of golden light and rushed towards him, but he didn't think about it, but he laughed, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely happy.

"Uncle, but I don't like you." Yan Murong said with an embarrassed face. "First of all, you're a man. Secondly, you are too old. In the end, you have too much hair on your body. ”

"NONONO—" The foreign uncle shook his head and said, still not angry. "I don't like men either, but I like your inner strength very much, and I haven't seen you in years."

As he spoke, he also cooperated and stretched out his tongue to Tian Tian's lips, that appearance was basically like a pig seeing swill, ** seeing a beautiful woman, and Yan Murong was cold.

"Come on, come on, let's fight again." The foreign uncle screamed excitedly, and wiped the back of his hand casually, and the wound stopped bleeding.