On the roof of a two-story small building, Xu Mingyuan looked at the people from the rivers and lakes who poured out of Dajian Town with torches, and the senior girl in front had disappeared into the woods, tightened the package behind her, jumped off the roof, and ran towards the inn.

The people in Dajian Town have almost been led away, except for some people who think that their strength is not enough, they are excitedly talking about what they have seen before, and they plan to follow from a distance to see if they can see any big scenes.

Xu Mingyuan carefully avoided those Jianghu people, returned to the inn all the way without any danger, turned in from the backyard, glanced at Lao Huang in the stable, stretched out his hand and gently hit the old man in the courtyard, and turned over to the corridor on the second floor.

"You're that Qi Haobo?" At this moment, a somewhat cold voice sounded, vaguely a little arrogant.

Xu Mingyuan, who had just landed, turned pale, and his hand holding Qingshuang couldn't help but tighten a little, and slowly turned around.

Leaning on the pillars of the corridor was a slender young man, whose slightly stereotyped face and slightly upturned mouth could be seen in the dim light of the lantern.

He was holding a wine jug in his left hand, leaning against a long sword at his leg, and he was also looking at Xu Mingyuan, but this gaze was more like a scrutiny, with an extremely uncomfortable sense of condescension.

"Who are you?" Xu Mingyuan did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically.

The people in the rivers and lakes in this inn have all gone out, but I didn't expect that there was a strange young man waiting for him here, since he knew Qi Haobo's name, he must be friend or foe.

"You don't have to know who I am, you just need to tell me if you are Qi Haobo." The stereotypical young man lifted the jug and poured the last sip into his mouth, and with a flick of it, the jug fell into the courtyard with a shattering sound, and then he lifted the sword at his leg.

Xu Mingyuan's eyes condensed slightly, his hand rested on Qingshuang, and at the moment when the long sword was in his hands, the stereotypical youth gave Xu Mingyuan the feeling that it had become a sharp sword hidden in the scabbard, vaguely revealing a sense of danger, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

This stereotypical young man was the most dangerous of the young people Xu Mingyuan had ever seen, and the senior girl had always looked harmless in front of him, so he didn't know how strong she was. But he knows very well how strong Zeng Qingyi is, and the girl who can beat Zeng Qingyi is naturally stronger.

And the stereotypical young man in front of him gave him a sharper feeling than Zeng Qingyi, although his face was expressionless, but his sharpness was exposed. It makes people feel very arrogant, but it does have its proud capital.

Such a character is by no means an ordinary person. Xu Mingyuan suddenly remembered someone, his face became more and more gloomy, he looked at the stereotypical young man and shook his head and said, "I'm not Qi Haobo, and I don't know who Qi Haobo is." ”

The stereotypical young man shook his head and sneered slightly: "Although Ma Zeyuan is stupid, he is not really stupid, since they will chase you, you should at least know where he is." ”

It seems that today is not good, Xu Mingyuan unwrapped the package behind him, put it aside, and sneered: "When will the leader of the disciples of the Four Great Sects still obey the orders of the Qingcheng Sword Sect?" Could it be that the rivers and lakes have really changed? ”

"If I am not willing, who in this world can command me?" The stereotypical young man was not annoyed, his left hand, which was holding a simple shape and ordinary style long sword, slowly raised it, looked at Xu Mingyuan and said seriously: "It seems that you don't plan to say it, but it shouldn't be difficult to find someone who is seriously injured in this inn." ”

"You're going to make a sword tonight?" Xu Mingyuan looked at the stereotypical young man whose momentum was gradually increasing, and asked in a cold voice.

"I said a sword, and naturally only one sword." The stereotypical young man nodded slightly, shook his head again, and said: "But if Qi Haobo is seriously injured, it will be a little boring, it seems that he doesn't even need to use a sword tonight." ”

"How about I take your sword?" Xu Mingyuan looked at the ancient sword with a simple shape, and even some mottled rust on the scabbard, and asked slowly. It's really like what Qi Haobo said, this Taihua sword envoy is really a guy with his nostrils facing the sky and being proud to death.

The stereotypical young man looked Xu Mingyuan up and down, his eyes paused on the green frost in his hand, looked at Xu Mingyuan's eyes and said flatly: "If you can't take it, you will die, Qi Haobo will also die, are you sure you want to take my sword?" ”

"If I take it, then your sword tonight can be considered out?" Xu Mingyuan also looked at the stereotypical young man and asked.

"Then I'll see how you can take the sword." The stereotypical young man's eyes lit up, and as soon as his right hand put the hilt of the sword, the ancient sword was already unsheathed.

Compared with the somewhat rusty scabbard, the blade of the ancient long sword was as bright as a bend of autumn water, and a strange light flashed under the red light of the lantern, and a sword stabbed towards Xu Mingyuan.

At the moment when the stereotypical young man took out the sword, the Qingshuang held by Xu Mingyuan was also silently unsheathed, the tip of the sword turned slightly, the sword drew Taiji, and at the same time retreated sharply. In terms of the experience of taking a sword, after fighting Zeng Qingyi over the years, Xu Mingyuan can be said to be extremely rich.

Looking at the sword stabbed directly by the stereotypical young man, Xu Mingyuan had already flashed countless thoughts in his heart, he had not learned the swordsmanship of Taihua Palace, but looking at the stereotypical young man's sword, it was quite domineering, and naturally there was no possibility of keeping his hand.

The stereotypical young man's light skills were much better than Xu Mingyuan's, so he had caught up with Xu Mingyuan in just an instant, but he looked at Xu Mingyuan's sword painting Tai Chi, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The quaint long sword that pierced straight into the Tai Chi drawn by Qing Shuang, only for a moment, it was already like a scissors tearing through the cloth, breaking the Tai Chi.

Xu Mingyuan's hand shook slightly, like a wave, and even the Qingshuang Long Sword seemed to rise one after another, like a rolling tide.

This is when Xu Mingyuan and his master were at the mouth of the Qiantang River in Jiangnan Province, they saw an old man sitting at the mouth of the Qiantang River and wearing a hat to practice swords against the tide.

It took a lot of effort for Xu Mingyuan to steal this sword back then, and he fished for ten days at the mouth of the Qiantang River. August 18 tide, spectacular world no, the tide of the Qiantang River estuary is quite famous, this sword in the name of the tide, soft with rigid, has its own mysteries.

A sword broke through the stereotypical young man of Tai Chi, looking at Xu Mingyuan's tide, the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense, but the long sword in his hand was not half a minute slower, and once again met Xu Mingyuan's green frost.

The sword that stabbed straight from the stereotypical young man was like a rolling tide, Xu Mingyuan continued to retreat, and the green frost in his hand was handed forward, facing the ancient long sword.