The man with the big knife was about forty years old, tall and thin, and seemed to be thin and weak, but his beard gave him a little fierceness.

After he finished playing a set of ancestral knife techniques, he was thrilled by his strength and skill, and said with high spirits: "Who dares to come up and try it with me?" ”

His momentum pushed his voice to its crispest and most dramatic level, and the beard on his lips beat rhythmically for him.

"Cut! How to compare? A strong man in the crowd asked.

He was not intimidated by the bluff of the man with the big knife, it was obvious that he believed in the burly figure and disdained the moves of the empty head.

The man with the big knife glanced at the strong man and said calmly: "Whoever cuts off a strand of the opponent's beard first wins." ”

Everyone looked at the strong man.

The strong man's chin had a sparse beard growing like a malnourished weed, and when it had grown an inch or two, it no longer sprouted out.

"It's not fair!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

The strong man's face was flushed red like a pig's liver. The most discouraged part of his body is his beard, which has become the focus of everyone's attention at this time.

Not only did the original intention of destroying the prestige of others not be achieved, but he also caused a commotion, he carried a knife, kicked his feet, and jumped in front of the man with a big knife.

The man with the big knife did not hurry up and set up his posture, just waiting for the strong man to swing the knife at him.

The strong man and his knife were only staring at each other's beards, and the knife fell in their hands, and the man with the big knife tilted his shoulders to easily avoid the menacing blade.

The strong man stomped his foot angrily and swung several more knives.

But whenever his knife was about to touch those beards, he would miss them as if he were obsessed.

After several failed attacks, the strong man was anxious and irritable.

The man with the big knife took advantage of the fact that the strong man did not fully breathe out of his breath, and cut off a small handful of his hairy land.

"Good!" The audience applauded.

Xu Miaojin was happy to see it, and laughed: "If that unlucky guy can't shave that beard at all, it's fine." It just so happened that his knife was about to be next to the other party's beard, alas! I didn't catch a single one, and I was in a hurry! ”

The corners of his mouth rose, and he didn't answer Xu Miaojin's words.

Xu Miaojin still said to herself: "It's really powerful to play with a big knife!" ”

He immediately straightened his face, unhappy in his heart, and said loudly: "Hmph, it's just a little trick of the countryman." ”

"Little trick?" Xu Miaojin turned his head and looked at Chang Qian with disdain, "If you have the ability, you can cut off one of his beards." ”

She's using the agitation method. Most martial arts people like to compete with each other. If Chang falls into Xu Miaojin's trap and competes with the man who plays with the big knife, she can take the opportunity to slip away.

He snorted again and said, "I would never stab my sword into a three-way opponent. ”

"You never stab your sword into a three-way opponent? That's right, you're only going to deal with me, a weak woman who can't help me. I really doubt how much you can do? Xu Miaojin did not forgive.

Chang Qiang's face was expressionless, and he could no longer resist Xu Miaojin's stimulation, and the cold light in his eyes could make the fearless warrior tremble.

"I think you're afraid of losing! Maybe you still have a fake name like a hero on the rivers and lakes. If you can't shave his beard, then your true colors will be revealed. Hahaha, people will say 'you know what?' What a hero, not even as good as a street juggler! ’”

Xu Miaojin took advantage of the victory to pursue, glancing back at Chang Yan from time to time, as if she was righteously exposing a person who deceived and stole the world.

The true qi of the body is swimming around, and it is coerced by emotion, overriding reason.

He suddenly grabbed Xu Miaojin's arm and roared: "Go!" ”

Xu Miaojin hadn't realized what was happening, she had already crossed the crowd with Chang Yu and stood in the encirclement.

"You, what are you going to do with him, drag me in?" Xu Miaojin was anxious and angry, and her clever plan failed.

She wanted to shake off her closed hand and try to make amends.

The man who played with the big knife had the heart of a hero to save the beauty, hugged his fists and said: "Your Excellency let go of this girl, if you want to compete, you will accompany you!" ”

"Yes, yes, hero, you are a reasonable person!" Xu Miaojin took the opportunity to coax.

"Don't talk nonsense, I can shave off your beard with one move, otherwise I'll lose!" His sword glittered in the sunlight, but his face was so dark that it looked like a dark cloud that could instantly extinguish the brilliance.

The man who played with the big knife said righteously: "No! Ten moves, ten moves, you can't shave my beard, just admit defeat! If you lose in the next game, Xi listens to the respect. If you lose, please let this girl go. ”

"Thank you, big brother!" Xu Miaojin looked at the man with a big knife gratefully.

Anger erupted from his nostrils, and the sword leader pounced on his beard.

The man with the broadsword swung his sword to block, and the long sword changed its course as nimbly as a snake's head, recognizing his beard and not letting up.

The man with the big sword was helpless, and from the moment he saw the sword swooping down viciously, the fate of the slaughter had already been revealed.

Suddenly, Xu Miaojin slammed into his right arm, which was holding the sword.

Only if she loses, she has a chance to escape.

He was shocked, not because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cut the other party's beard, but because he was worried that the long sword would hurt Xu Miaojin.

His left hand subconsciously wrapped his arms around Xu Miaojin's waist, hugged her tightly, and controlled her to a position where he couldn't reach his right arm.

A slightly curled beard indifferently crawled on the tip of the sword, which was as smooth as a mirror.

It did not disagree, it did not fight, and it despised its master for being inferior to others.

The audience applauded like thunder, adding another handful of firewood to Xu Miaojin and Chang Yan's boiling blood.

Xu Miaojin pushed away and rushed out of the crowd, followed closely with a sword.

The wisp of beard also floated into the crowd, and he never had time to prove to Xu Miaojin that he had won.

They walked out a mile, one in front and one behind, and the distance between them was much wider than before.

He has completely lost his claim, has no heart to think about the task of the master, and has no heart to think about how to control Xu Miaojin.

His heart was blocked in his throat and he couldn't swallow it all the time.

Xu Miaojin hurried forward, her face was hot, and she didn't dare to look back.

She knew that Chang was behind her, but she knew that the prince was waiting for her to come to her rescue.

There was a sound of "da-da-da" carriages from far and near, and a tall white horse pulled a luxurious carriage slowly.

The white horse shook its supple and flowing hair triumphantly, and the new shiny crescent-shaped horseshoe made the street vendors retreat, and the leather reins of ten cows were wrapped around their mouths and heads.

Complementing its nobility is the carriage behind it.

The expensive golden silk nanmu body is dazzling and dazzling in the sunlight. The textures on the walls of the car are layered and ready to come out, like a landscape painting made on satin.

The carved windows are covered with crepe as thin as cicada's wings, and the uneven surface is airy, but the people outside can't see the people in the carriage clearly.

The precious raccoon dog skin curtain is heavy and wear-resistant, keeping out the dirt of ill-intentioned intentions, and guarding the noble owner in all aspects.

Xu Miaojin stopped, glanced sideways at Chang Xuan, and had an idea in his heart.

She retreated to the side of the road with the retreating crowd.

"Oops!" She crouched down and pretended to twist her foot.

Before she could raise her head, she had already come to her side, and asked with a worried face, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I twisted it."

"I'll see!" He leaned down.

"No, you don't! How can I show you my feet! Xu Miaojin pushed the door open.

He clenched his teeth in two rows, he had never said such embarrassing words in his life.

A small pebble was obediently waiting in Xu Miaojin's palm.

It must rise to the occasion, whether it is facing a famous horse, a famous car, or a nobleman, it must save people from danger, and its hard texture does not allow it to be weak and retreat.

It finds the horse's legs, which are the most sensitive parts of the horse. It swooped down like an arrow from a string, the horse's legs twitched and lifted high, the coachman grabbed the reins urgently, and the carriage shook violently.

A child suddenly sprang out, and his beloved Keju rolled to the side of the carriage.

He didn't know what danger was, and losing Keju was the biggest danger.

Xu Miaojin screamed and rushed forward and grabbed the child.

Ma Leg found the uninvited guest, and kicked Xu Miaojin with all his strength, to count the account just now.

One hand, there is no faster hand in the world, once again hugged Xu Miaojin's waist.

Xu Miaojin and the child were carried to the safety of the road by this hand.

Xu Miaojin pushed the door away, put down the child, and gasped for breath as if he had just regained consciousness.

A middle-aged man in his mid-forties lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.

He looks heroic, but he has a murderous aura.

"Come out!" He pointed his finger at the shut.

"What?" He said coldly, his eyes were not afraid.

"Collide with General Lan and die quickly!" The coachman turned his fright into anger and poured it on him like boiling oil.

"Hahaha!" He let out a strange laugh, and his face became more and more eerie.

Lan Yu roared, drew his sword, and stabbed at him.

He raised his sword to meet the attack. After two or three moves, he figured out the level of blue jade.

It was extremely easy for him to run, but it would take him a quarter of an hour to subdue Blue Jade.

He glanced sideways at Xu Miaojin. Xu Miaojin was looking at him worriedly, as if he was worried about him.

A warm current flowed from his chest to his whole body, to his arms, his sword to his feet, and his steps to the wind.

After twenty or thirty moves, Lan Yu struggled, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the sword in his hand scurried around like a headless snake.

Chang Xuan's heart was surging, and he knew that the eyes behind him who were worried about him saw everything, saw his talent, and saw his demeanor.

He cast a glance into those eyes as he turned.

Those eyes were gone, not only the eyes of concern for him, but also the eyes of annoyance, the eyes of hatred, and the eyes of cunning.