Thank you for the reward from Wu Huaxia!

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The one who stopped Zhao Wuxian from going was Handan Ji, who almost became his companion.

Handan Ji was wearing a white swordsman suit, with that handsome face, staring at Zhao Wuxian and Zhao Guangde with a smile and said:

"Two cousins, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhao Wuxian felt that things were getting more and more wrong, and his hand gently stroked the hilt of the sword.

"Zhao Ji, what do you mean by this?"

Hearing this disgusting title, Handan Ji's cheeks twitched slightly, and then disappeared, he turned sideways and said, "I don't have any other intentions, today, Ji wants to introduce two Pan Gong classmates to his cousin, that's all." ”

His smile grew smug as he moved half a step to the side, revealing a view behind him.

Surrounded by the children of the doctor, in the center of it were two sons wearing crimson and blue swordsman uniforms.

Handan Ji respectfully stretched out his hand to the young man in silk clothes and introduced: "This is my uncle, the son of the middle bank of the Shangjun Zuo family. ”

Zhao Wuxian recalled the lineage of the Qing family he had learned, and knew that this person was the son-in-law of Jin Qing Zhongxingyin, the black humerus of Zhongxing.

I saw that the middle bank black humerus was short, only more than six feet, and there was a faint layer of fluff on his lips. The other swordsmen's clothes were similar to short clothes, and their arms were **, or they were tied with bracers, but he wore long sleeves, covered his hands tightly, hugged his chest, and did not hold a wooden sword. The cold gaze looked at Zhao Wuxian, and his attitude was playful.

Zhao Wuxian heard that the black humerus is named after the black birthmark on his arm from elbow to shoulder, which is said to be in the shape of a totem "pi" (pi) of the distant ancestor of the Zhongxing clan, which is easily not shown to others.

He knew in his heart that the conflict he had last time in the Yan Fang of the Zhao Mansion in Xinjiang really had a follow-up reaction, Handan Ji not only moved to live in the Zhongxing Clan's Mansion, but now this attitude is determined to take refuge in his uncle's family in the Pan Palace.

Zhao Wuxian was not very surprised by this, but at this point, he completely regarded Handan Ji as an enemy of the traitor.

Thinking so in his heart, Wuxian still bowed slightly to the middle of the black humerus, and said that he looked up for a long time, while distracting himself from the surrounding situation.

To his surprise, the other party also returned the courtesy according to the rules, calling him "Zhao Zi", and his voice was slightly gloomy.

This made Zhao Wuxian breathe a sigh of relief, just now he thought that there would be a group fight of middle school students in the gymnasium in his previous life. However, judging from the current situation, after all, everyone is a Qing clan, and there are bandit gentlemen, so they have to talk about face and etiquette.

Who knew that as soon as he looked up, he saw that behind the crowd, the music note shrunk in the corner of the wall was squeezing more and more exaggerated from his eyes and mouth, and his hands began to gesture, which actually meant that Zhao Wuxian wanted to run quickly.

What's going on?

At this moment, a loud voice exploded in the ears of him and Zhao Guangde.

"I don't need to introduce it, I am Fan He, the second grandson of the ruling government!"

But it was the blue swordsman who spoke, he had a round head and a tiger's back, eyebrows like a sword, an arrogant attitude, a domineering gaze, and a long sword in his hand - it was a real long sword, no matter how much it was seen, at least more than three feet, the scabbard of Nanmu was carved with gluttonous patterns, and the mouth of the beast was full of pearls, and it was brilliant.

Without waiting for Zhao Wuxian to respond, he pushed away Handan Ji, who was about to introduce him, with one hand, and stood directly opposite Wuxian with his sword.

"I heard that Zhao Zi was brave and fought with a black bear in the forest, but is there such a thing?"

Others praise the shameless from the white deer, this hunting black bear really no one pays attention to, this Fan He asked inexplicably, what do you want to do?

Just thinking about how to answer this question with a huge jump, Fan He's attitude suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy.

He said viciously: "However, Zhao Zi may not know, my Fan family is a descendant of the Xiong family, and there are black bears on the flag and the ornaments on the chariot, Zhao Zi kills the bear, such as destroying my flag and insulting my temple, so today He wants to try Zhao Zi's ability, please!" ”

After all, he actually drew his sword out of the sheath like this!

The cyan metal light flashed in the sword room, and I saw that the sword in Fan He's hand was three feet long, the sword body was narrow and long, the sword spine was slightly thin, and the stabbing was equally heavy, and it was mostly decorated with copper grids. The hilt of the sword is wrapped with silver wire, and the head of the handle is a monster named 獬豸 (xiezhi), the beast mouth contains jade, and the shape is exactly the same as the scabbard, and it is a good sword that is carefully forged at a glance!

"Wait!" Zhao Wuxian only had time to say these two words, Handan Ji appeared, and the other party wanted to find fault with him, and he had a little premonition. But what the hell is the reason for killing a bear? The brain hole is really not ordinary!

But Fan He didn't answer, he smiled evilly, he was already holding the sword in both hands, and stabbed it viciously, looking at the posture, it seemed that he was really going to pierce Zhao Wuxian!

"Zhao Zi, draw your sword quickly, otherwise this person will really hurt you!"

In the distance, Le Fuli only had time to shout, and when the teenagers of Fan and the Bank of China turned around and noticed him and wanted to catch him, they ran away from the half-open side door.

Zhao Wuxian dodged the first blow, and Fan He's sword stabbed into the wooden board in the sword room, like an arrow piercing through a cloth, and easily stabbed into a large section.

Fan He, who had stabbed a sword, turned his face and said, "Aren't you still drawing your sword?" Fight me quickly! ”

Zhao Wuxian was shocked into a cold sweat, this turned out to be a real sword with a blade! Is he crazy? No wonder Le Fuli reminded so nervously, it turned out that he knew that Fan He's temperament was so crazy!

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked around, and the bearded swordsman who was in charge of teaching swordsmanship looked at his nose and nose, as if he didn't see the two sons chasing. And Bank of China Heiqiu, Handan Ji and others took the teenagers and formed a circle from afar, holding their hands on their chests and looking at them unkindly, as if they were waiting to see Zhao Wuxian's jokes.

As for Zhao Guangde, he was already dumbfounded by the upheaval in front of him.

Zhao Wuxian has no other way, although Le Fuli ran out, it is unknown whether he can move in to rescue the soldiers, and now, he can only rely on himself!

Regardless of whether the other party has murderous intentions or not, he doesn't want to be chased by Fan He as a dog!

Swish! The bronze sword hanging diagonally from Zhao Wuxian's waist was finally unsheathed, and the blade was cold.

It's too late, it's fast, Fan He's next sword slashed over again, and Zhao Wuxian leaned over to block with his backhand!

As expected, the huge force of the intersection of the two swords and the sound of Zizi metal grinding did not sound.

Zhao Wuxian felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and then there was a "clang" sound, but he saw that half of the sword body fell to the floor weakly.

Whose sword is it?

It's Zhao Wuxian's sword!

He secretly screamed badly, quickly lowered his body, and made a hollow flip on the floor, which was able to avoid the sword momentum that Fan He slashed across his head.

Cold sweat broke out on the top of his head, and he flashed to a safe place and looked down, his two-foot sword was cut off by more than a foot, and only half of the remnant was left in his hand, and the fracture was smooth, and it was actually cut off by Qi Qi!

Although his sword cannot be called a sword, it is also carefully cast by the swordsmiths of the lower palace, which is much better than the standard swords of the officials in the Jin army, but it is so unbearable, which shows that the sharpness of the opponent's long sword has reached a terrifying point.

"Hahahaha!" Fan He seemed to have expected it, and laughed wildly.

He covered his stomach, pointed at Zhao Wuxian and said, "Zhao Zi is really embarrassed, how can he wear such scrap copper and tin, how can he wear it on the waist of Yiqing's son?" Is it because the Zhao family lacks copper and tin, so they can only supply their sons-in-law, and they can't manage their sons-in-law? ”

He looked forward to his pride, raised the sword in his hand and showed off: "My grandfather made a special trip to invite the swordsmith from Wu Guolai ten years ago to build three sharp blades, mining the copper of Huo Mountain, and chiseling the fire of the song, which took 7749 days to complete. Three swords, one royal dragon, one Liu Gong, and one hedgehog. This one in my hand is a pigg! Just like the position of my ancestors, he takes the beast and the pig as his soul, and kills all thieves and bandits, as well as those who are cheap and lucky! ”

When he said the last sentence, the sword in Fan He's hand pointed at Zhao Wuxian again, and began to approach him step by step! It seems that he is the "thief and bandit, cheap and evil, and lucky".

The teenagers around Fan and the Bank of China party applauded one after another.

Who would have thought, but Zhao Wuxian slowly stood up amid their ridicule, his eyes staring directly at the approaching tip of the sword.

What should we do now?

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