April acacia flowers, that kind of fragrance is quiet but not kitsch. The acacia flowers are beautiful, as beautiful as white plum blossom clusters, running in the locust forest, as if finding a real spring.

Coming to the depths of the woods, the man in black suddenly stopped, and the man behind him also rushed to the scene.

At this time, the moonlight was dim, but it was enough for people to see the scene within a few feet, and the man in black turned to look at the inexplicable stalker calmly. After just one glance, he frowned tightly. Opposite stood a man with a long figure, the man was about twenty years old, his face was resolute, his sword eyebrows were lightly raised, his length was not tied up like the others, but pierced at random, especially the temples behind the ears, which were actually white. The man's expression was very cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, with a bit of arrogance. Holding a long sword in both hands, a white robe looked even more strange in the dim moonlight.

One was dressed in black and the other was dressed in white, forming a stark contrast, the two of them looked at each other quietly, and after a long time, it was the man in black who opened his mouth first.

"Brother, what do you mean by this? You and I don't know each other, so why bother following me? ”

Hearing the words of the man in black, the man in white robe put his long sword on the ground and said lightly, "Competition!" ”

The tone of the white-robed man was indeed quite weird, looking at his expression, as if he would be tired if he said one more word.

The man in black frowned even deeper, he didn't know when he provoked this strange man, and he came to compete for no reason, which was also incredible, and more importantly, how did the man in white know that he knew that he knew martial arts? Thinking of this, the man in black stepped back half a minute without a trace of his left foot, and his right hand was also hidden behind him. The man in black knew very well in his heart that the matter of his martial arts skills could not be passed on, and if necessary, he could only send the white-robed man into the palace of Hades.

"Tournament? How did you find me? ”

"Listen to what others say!"

It's still that kind of faint tone, listening to the man in white robe, the man in black actually has a kind of irritable feeling, I've heard that cherishing words is like gold, but being able to cherish words to this kind of Cheng dù can be regarded as a long insight. Looking at the man in the white robe, the man in black snorted a little contemptuously, can this strange man die if he says a few more words?

"Hehe, do you know who I am?"

"Zhao Yougong!"

Hearing these three words, the man in black was obviously stunned, their eyes were round, as if they were about to eat the white-robed man, their eyes showed a fierce light, and for a while, a strong murderous aura filled the surroundings.

That's right, the man in black is indeed Zhao Yougong, after Zhao seemed to be given death, Zhao Yougong began to practice martial arts with the nameless old man, almost never stopped for more than ten years, but this qiē was hidden from others, if it wasn't for the sake of sending things to Nian Nu'er today, he would still not show his martial arts. Obviously careful enough, but something happened in the end, is he Zhao Yougong too unlucky, or is God taking care of him too much?

Now that he was recognized, Zhao Yougong had no need to hide it, he sneered twice, and reached out to take off the black hood. Although he hadn't made any moves yet, Zhao Yougong's eyes were still coldly locked on the white-robed man.

"Since you recognize this king, then you can't be left behind, tell sù this king, who are you?"

With Xuan Miao martial arts, this is almost Zhao Yougong's last capital, if there is any accident in the future, with this body of martial arts, he can still kill a way out of surprise to survive, but if this secret is made public, he believes that within two hours, Zhao Ji will find a way to kill him. Leaning forward slightly, Zhao Yougong was ready to do it at any time, he was still waiting, and he was also waiting to see what the white-robed man could say.

"Tournament!"

The white-robed man still had that arrogant tone, a total of two words, but it made Zhao Yougong feel a feeling of hatred.

"This king asks you, who are you?"

"Defeat me, let's talk about it!"

Competition, competition, is this white-robed man a martial idiot or a fool? Can you see that he is handsome, and the image of the white robe is a little stupid?

Isn't it a joust? Since he has moved the murderous intent, he will do it after all, Zhao Yougong's originally tense face suddenly loosened a little, but if he relaxed his guard at this time, it would be a big mistake. Although Zhao Yougong's face was relaxed, his feet were strong, and his whole body rushed towards the white-robed man opposite him like lightning. Due to the close distance between the two sides, Zhao Yougong's footwork was fast, and the white-robed man couldn't help frowning in horror.

The white-robed man's face was very relaxed, but he had been carefully observing Zhao Yougong's every move, Zhao Yougong's footwork could be regarded as fast, but it was by no means extremely fast, the most important thing was that his footwork was very weird. Light Gong together, pay attention to the light body, Spit the law, whether it is a Taoist school or Buddhism or even a free school, their light skills are all to take the dexterous route, but Zhao Yougong's light skills are the sword to take the edge, his figure looks powerful and powerful, against the way of light work, the ingenious thing is that he does not walk in a straight line, the body shape is left and right, so as to reduce the defects in footwork.

In an instant, Zhao Yougong was already close to the white-robed man, he raised his left hand, and his five fingers were picked inward, grabbing the white-robed man's right shoulder like a tiger. Zhao Yougong's technique was not slow, the white-robed man didn't seem to take it to heart, he took a step to the side with his left leg, and his figure dodged slightly to the side. A sharp attack was easily dodged, but at this time, the white-robed man did not relax at all, because he felt that Zhao Yougong would not be so simple.

Sure enough, before his body could stand firmly, the white-robed man felt a cool breeze in his ears, and with a slight glance from the corner of his eyes, he secretly screamed in his heart that something was not good, and for some reason, Zhao Yougong actually appeared behind him on the right side.

It is a very fatal thing for the master to duel and expose the side and rear to the other party, but the man in the white robe is stupid to forget this point. In fact, it's no wonder that the man in the white robe is really too weird for Zhao Yougong.

The right fist was spread out, and a vicious palm knife cut at the opponent's neck, the white-robed man was surprised, but he would not let Zhao Yougong succeed like this, he leaned forward suddenly, and the whole person threw himself to the ground like a wooden stick. Zhao Yougong naturally would not let go of this opportunity, stepped forward, and smashed a punch into the waist of the white-robed man. A person who is about to fall to the ground will not be able to dodge this blow even if he has the power of heaven. The person who fell to the ground was like being in the air, and it was the most difficult time to make changes, and Zhao Yougong believed that with his own degree, he could definitely beat the man in the white robe.

What is the effect of the inevitable blow?

When the fist wind arrived, Zhao Yougong's heart was cold, because this punch only hit a piece of air. In front of his eyes, the white-robed man escaped in an incredible posture. He could see very clearly, when the fist did not arrive, the white-robed man threw away the long sword in his hand, and then slapped the ground with both hands, and then the whole person actually flew parallel to the ground a few inches away. At this moment, the white-robed man opened his arms and fluttered his clothes, like a light bird. Zhao Yougong felt that he saw a swallow, yes, it was a swallow gliding on the water in the warm spring, the difference was that the swallow was black, and this person was white.

Dodging this blow, the white-robed man slapped the ground again, and the whole person jumped up suddenly, caught the long sword in mid-air, and then fell to the ground in a dashing manner.

Zhao Yougong was stunned, who is this white-robed man? What kind of light function does it do to this point, even the Lingbo microstep of the Loose School is not so powerful. After a short confrontation, Zhao Yougong no longer dared to make a rash move, because he already knew very well in his heart that it was almost impossible to defeat the white-robed man, at least not now. He had always been the main attacker before, and the white-robed man was almost always dodging, but even so, he still failed to cause any damage to the white-robed man.

Standing in place, Zhao Yougong's mind flashed several names in an instant, Qiao Feng? Murong Fu? Han Yongming? Jin Shilong?

Although he has lived in Bianliang City for a long time, Zhao Yougong has also heard about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and now the younger generation of the rivers and lakes have outstanding martial arts when pushing the north Qiao Feng and the south Murong, in addition to these two people, the rest are Jin Shilong, the son of Shuzhong, and Han Yongming, the mad sword of Guanzhong.

Now that Jin Shilong is in command of the forbidden army, Zhao Yougong is fortunate to have met him, so the man in the white robe cannot be Jin Shilong. Han Yongming used a knife, Qiao Feng didn't use a weapon, could it be that this person was Gusu Murong Fu?

I don't know if I saw Zhao Yougong's thoughts, the white-robed man clenched his long sword, and said slowly with some emotion, "Very good, I am waiting for the younger generation, who can cause me such trouble, except for Qiao Feng, you are the second." It is very rare to be able to use the ordinary Shaolin Changquan to such a distance. ”

Zhao Yougong was really taken aback in his heart, listening to the tone of the white-robed man, it seemed that even Qiao Feng might not be his opponent, so the possibility that he was Murong Fu was not too great.

"Who the hell are you?"

Still this question, the result was still not answered, the white-robed man smiled lightly, and casually stood his sword next to the locust tree, "Competition, this is fair!" ”

Hell, at this moment, he felt that the white-robed man was an out-and-out martial idiot, not a fake idiot, but a real idiot.

After all, a competition can't be avoided, the white-robed man is in a clear figure, his moves are fast and ruthless, he sometimes punches, sometimes palms, every move and every style is at his fingertips, and his every move is almost traceless. The white-robed man became more and more excited, this was bitter Zhao Yougong, speaking carefully, in addition to breaking up with his teacher, this was Zhao Yougong's first actual battle, but he didn't expect to encounter such a hard stubble at the first time.

Unconsciously, the hundred and ten moves have passed, Zhao Yougong is sweating profusely and panting, and the man in white robe is not much better, at this time he is blushing, his forehead is full of sweat stains, and the white of his sideburns is also attached to his forehead. If you continue to fight, no one can help anyone, Zhao Yougong's heart moved, and he shouted violently. This shout was too sudden, coupled with Zhao Yougong's unique loud voice, the white-robed man couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes narrowed, and he was about to ask a question, when he saw Zhao Yougong's right hand reaching down at a rapid degree.

Foolish, the white-robed man was so angry that he almost scolded for a while, because Zhao Yougong's target turned out to be his crotch, if this trick succeeded, wouldn't it be to cut off his children and grandchildren? was angry in his heart, but the white-robed man could only jump back helplessly.

The two sides distanced themselves for a while, and before the white-robed man could say anything, Zhao Yougong was already sitting on the ground, straightening his legs and snorting, "Don't fight, who are you?" ”

Don't fight? The white-robed man frowned tightly, but he didn't expect Zhao Yougong to say that if he didn't fight, he wouldn't fight, "Don't fight?" Will you die? ”

"Hehe" Zhao Yougong smiled disdainfully, "If you want to kill this king, why do you have to give up the sword in your hand?" If you don't have murderous intentions, you can't take it, and this king can't take it, so why fight again? Say, who the hell are you? ”

This different late Song Dynasty, under this different sky, apart from Qiao Feng and Murong Fu, who else has such skills?

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