Senior Brother Han couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat the size of soybeans on his head.

He held the knife in one hand and wanted to pull his saber out of Lu Yu's fingers, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

This kid's two fingers are the same as those made of iron, and no matter how hard he tries, they are all immovable.

"You"

He looked at Lu Yu with a shocked face.

"You can use two hands." Lu Yu smiled lightly.

The four-phase emperor veins on his body have already opened two phases.

There are a total of fourteen hidden veins in the body, and between the operation of innate internal strength, the power that can explode is more than three times that of ordinary people.

For Senior Brother Han, it is completely crushing.

Senior Brother Han didn't believe in evil either, he really held the handle of the knife with both hands, and wanted to draw the knife, but he used all the strength to eat milk, and his face was as suffocated as a pig's liver, and it still didn't have the slightest effect.

"Listen to me, don't use a knife in the future. This is an insult to the knife. ”

Lu Yu smiled disdainfully, his fingers exerted force, Senior Brother Han only felt half of his body numb, he could no longer hold the knife, and was snatched away by Lu Yu.

And his whole body flew out, flew two or three meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.

Lu Yu looked at the knife in his hand, it was not a too knife, nor was it a machete, but a Miao knife that was very similar to the Tang knife.

On the body of the knife, there is a Tang character engraved.

It should be a weapon refined by the Tang Sect itself.

The Tang Gate in Shuzhong, in addition to the unparalleled secret weapons in the world, creating weapons is also a unique weapon in the world.

Most of the divine weapons circulating on the rivers and lakes were made by the Tang Sect.

"The knife is a good knife, but it is with the wrong master, so what's the use of keeping it?"

Lu Yu squinted, bent his fingers and flicked on the knife, but the knife was a crisp sound, and it was directly broken by him.

The disciples were dumbfounded, as if they were seeing the gods.

With a flick of his fingers, he actually broke the Miao knife made of stainless steel, what kind of finger power is this?

Dali Yiyang finger or Shaolin flower finger, isn't this all blown out of martial arts.

In the real world, how can there be such kung fu?

Emperor Chen Qing can't do it.

The scene that was being staged in front of them completely subverted their three views.

"This kid is very good at pretending. Mom pulls a bar, it's better than pretending, and ten consumers can't compare to this calf. ”

Only the rice rat laughed yin.

He could see clearly from the sidelines that this knife was broken by Lu Yu.

This guy just used the Tiancong Cloud Sword to slash Senior Brother Han's Miao Knife seven or eight times in a row, all in the same position.

Although the Miao Dao is hard and sharp, where is the opponent of the Heavenly Cong Cloud Sword, a divine weapon.

In fact, it was about to break a long time ago, and the steel structure had been damaged, Lu Yu found the right place, and with a flick, it was naturally broken into two.

The disciples of the Tang Sect were as stunned as wooden chickens, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Although Lu Yu was pretending to be forced, he was obviously pretending to be extremely successful, and he shocked the audience in one fell swoop.

Although they held strong crossbows and bows, they did not dare to move anymore.

Senior Brother Han was lying on the ground, moaning, Lu Yu looked at it lightly, but no one dared to help him.

"The surname is Han, now I can see your eldest lady, right?" Lu Yu said lightly.

There were no ups and downs in his voice, but when Senior Brother Han heard it, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and his body couldn't help shaking, obviously frightened.

He was a dignified innate master, and he was defeated by Lu Yu, an acquired martial artist, and he was frightened, if this was spread out, it would be a shame for an innate martial artist.

But there is no way, although he is called to meet Lu Yu is such a strange thing?

And that acquired martial artist, who can comprehend the supreme sword path, can open the four-phase emperor vein, and can not be affected by the martial arts intentions of ordinary innate masters in the slightest?

But Lu Yu, who has the two great inheritances of Tianji Palace and Lu Clan, can.

Now he is the strongest acquired martial artist in the world, he has not seen the ancients before, and it is unlikely that there will be anyone in the future.

Of course, this is also because this Senior Brother Han is only innate in his body, and he has not really understood what it means to be "sincere and prophetic", strictly speaking, it is only pseudo-congenital.

If it was a real innate like Gao Changgong and Ye Qingzhu, it would not be something that Lu Yu could defeat now.

The current Lu Yu, at most, is sure to escape in front of a martial artist of this level, and it is impossible to fight.

"Lu Shao, Miss is invited."

At this moment, a woman in a black tights walked out, didn't look at Senior Brother Han lying on the ground, and said directly to Lu Yu.

"Then bother my sister to lead the way." Lu Yu hugged his fists, "Haven't asked for advice yet?" ”

"Just call me Rong Rong." The woman laughed.

After the woman finished speaking, she looked around and said lightly: "Senior Brother Ma, tell everyone to disperse." Han Poliu ignored Miss's order, took action against Miss's distinguished guest, and went to the Law Enforcement Hall to be punished. ”

She looked at Senior Brother Han coldly, that is, Han Poliu, and spit out four more words, "Shame on you." ”

After speaking, regardless of Han Poliu, he left first.

Lu Yu hurriedly followed, and when he arrived in the backyard, he found that this was a water pavilion, surrounded by pond water, full of big red carp, and an attic in the middle, with only a small path leading to it, surrounded by veils, which looked a bit like the set when Nie Xiaoqian met Ning Caichen in the middle of the night in a Chinese Ghost Story movie, but it was still dusk.

The sun is golden, pouring into the pool water, and the breeze is coming slowly, rippling layers of ripples, blurring thousands of broken golden colors.

The curtain around the attic swayed in the wind, and a woman could be seen sitting in the middle, holding a cup in her left hand and a book in her right hand, with a wine jug on the side, probably reading a book while drinking.

Separated by the veil, Lu Yu couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but just looking at the vaguely exposed figure, he felt extremely graceful.

The four fiancées that Chen Daozang picked for him were really as the old man said, one was more beautiful than the other, each with its own characteristics and style.

Sister Rong Rong waved her hand to Lu Yu and said, "Miss is there, Lu Shao will go and see you alone." ”

It means to ask the rice rat to stay.

The rice mouse followed Lu Yu, that is, he was a bodyguard, so he naturally refused.

Lu Yu waved his hand and motioned for him to wait here.

Whether it is Tianji Palace or the Lu family, or he Lu Yu himself, there is no contradiction with the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, and he has a marriage certificate on his body, although there was some small friction this time, but he didn't really hurt anyone, this Tang Micicada Lady, there is no reason to target him.

There was only one path in the middle, but I saw that there were still people standing on the path, two rows on the left and right, four in a row, all women, all black tights, veiled, not very clear appearance, but just looking at the figure, it was all graceful, graceful and tight.

Women who practice martial arts generally have no fat on their bodies, and if they are plump, they must be the actual combat weapons among the actual combat weapons.

These two rows of eight big-breasted and hip-cocked Shuzhong girls gradually stood one after another, which was extremely eye-catching.

However, Lu Yu only glanced at it, and didn't dare to look at it again.