"It's too weak!"

"It's too weak!"

"You're too weak!"

The man who kicked the gym has lost five people in a row.

His pitch-black wooden knife was like a scythe of death, cutting through the dignity of the imiya.

Senior brother Tasaka Da I's face is still indifferent, but I can't help but want to do it after all.

"Master, let me go."

"You're going?"

The old hall owner blew the beard at the corner of his mouth and scolded: "If you rabbit cub loses again, won't my palace become a fart and urine?" ”

"What does Master mean?"

"Let's go for the teacher." The old hall owner loosened his shoulders, waved his sleeves, and squinted his eyes and smiled: "If I have a stomach in the middle, remember to send me some tissue." ”

"Master, isn't that okay?"

"What's wrong?" The old hall owner blew his beard and glared, "Criminal, isn't it normal to eat too much oil in the morning for the teacher, and have a stomach!" ”

"It's normal, Master, please go." Tasaka Daime saw off the old owner.

……………………………………

The old hall owner is a fairy bone, holding a scarred wooden sword.

The steps under his feet are light, but he kicks up a burst of sand and dust for no reason.

In the dust, he was like a sword immortal.

"Young man."

"I'll only ask once."

"Do you really want the old man to do it?"

The old owner swept away the naughty color, his eyes were deep, and his voice was like a bell.

Such coercion made the people on the field dare not take a breath.

It's just that the man who came to kick the gym was still indifferent.

It's as if he had never been afraid.

"Let's shoot!"

The man shouted, stepped forward and waved his sword, ready to fight.

Gan, I really want to fight!

The old hall owner thought to himself that he was so old, and this young man had no intention of being polite at all.

It's not too big or too small!

The old hall owner looked around.

Is there anyone else who wants to play, and a group of white-eyed wolves has no one to help block the guns for the division?

However, when he sighed.

Someone really stepped up.

"Wait!"

Qing Anran?

Standing out of the crowd turned out to be Qing Anran!

The old hall owner was very moved, it was the first time he knew that this guy was so righteous.

He pondered carefully, although Qing Anran had not practiced kendo for a long time, his talent in swordsmanship was extremely high, and he might have found a way to defeat the enemy.

I was overjoyed.

The old owner thought to himself, although someone wants to come out, but the face project still has to be done.

So, he hurriedly pretended to shirk.

"Enron, I know you intend to stand up for the old man."

"But you don't have much time to practice."

"If you feel reluctant, it's better to retreat, this is originally the old man's battle."

The old hall owner calculated in his heart that since Qing Anran had already stood up, he would never retreat because of his two sentences.

In this game, he didn't have to fight.

However, the old hall owner suddenly found that Qing Anran's expression seemed to be a little wrong.

This product seems to be really struggling with whether to make a move!

Can't you see that I'm polite!

The old hall owner was afraid that Qing Anran would really retreat like this, so he deliberately reminded:

"However, if you really have this heart, the old man will no longer refuse."

The old hall owner thought to himself, after reminding him of this, he should finally understand.

It's a pity that Qing Anran didn't understand.

"Teacher Jiangong, Lian Po's ambition, how dare you deprive it, just retreat safely!"

Don't retreat!

The old hall owner shouted helplessly in his heart: You come back, you come back!

At this moment, he really wanted to slap his two big mouths.

In desperation, he realized that Qing Anran had not actually retreated.

Still standing in place, looking coldly at the man opposite.

The old hall owner snorted, feeling that Qing Anran was a little confused, and he didn't know what he wanted to do for a while.

Suddenly, Qing Anran stood with his sword raised and shouted.

"Mr. Mamiya, look at the sword!"

Immediately, a group of yin and yang fish slowly slid out of his feet.

The long sword danced, and the sword intent lingered.

"This set of Tai Chi swords was created by an overseas Shenzhou immortal!"

"The immortal entrusted me with a dream, and ordered me to pass on this sword to the teacher, and I hope that the teacher will make good use of it!"

Out of the sword back to the sword, stabbing and hanging, the clouds collapsed, and the sword momentum was majestic.

"This is Haidilao Moon!"

"This is the Immortal Guiding the Way!"

……

"This trick is Nezha exploring the sea!"

A set of swordsmanship, flowing water.

Qing Anran had already put away his sword and exhaled, but there were still forty-eight afterimages behind him.

The afterimage of the Dao, the Dao Immortal.

Qing Anran asked indifferently, "Teacher Jianmiya, how much do you remember?" ”

Remember the fart!

Such a long set of swordsmanship, watch it and remember it!

The old owner felt like his head had been hit by something heavy.

He couldn't figure out what the play Qing Anran suddenly jumped out to sing was.

Is there really a dream of a sword immortal, or do you want to play him to death......

The old hall master coughed heavily, and replied in response: "This sword, the sword of the extraordinary, the old man is stupid, and he can only understand one or two sword intents. ”

"That's enough!"

Qing Anran threw the long sword to him, and then disappeared into the crowd in a dashing manner.

For a while, the old owner was stunned.

I feel like a complete goofy fork.

Gan, this thing is really playing with me!

The wooden sword had already flown over.

To pick up or not to answer?

If you pick it up, you have to fight with people.

If you don't pick up, you will have to be scared off your big teeth on the spot.

I'm going to take a break, so I still want to hit twice and then run away.

The old hall owner sighed slightly, abandoned the sword in his hand, and neatly caught the wooden sword thrown by Qing Anran.

The wooden sword was in hand, and the residual warmth was still there.

An Ran's hands are very warm......

Ahh

The old hall owner was angry, and suddenly a trace of sword intent flashed in his heart.

Soon, the sword intent in the sky was like thousands of horses galloping in his mind!

It's such a supple and soft sword.

How can there be such a majestic power!

The giant axe that opens the sky, the fairyland that is proud of the world, and the warriors who draw the carved bows......

Suddenly, the old owner's old heart beat heavily.

For a moment, he had a delusion...... Lord's youth is back!

The battle song began, and the owner of the hall flew diagonally unilaterally.

A sword, unpretentious.

One sword, destroy the world.

……

The man who came to kick the gym has been defeated.

But there was no fear on his face.

Until the old hall owner took away his mobility and asked his apprentice to tie him up and send him to the yamen.

There was still no fear on the man's face.

……………………………………

For a moment, everyone's attention was on the man.

Only Kiko's gaze still fell on Qing Anran.

"Lord Qing, Saigao!"

Noriko gave Qing Anran a thumbs up.

Unexpectedly, in exchange for a series of yawns.

"I'm sorry, Miss Nishino, did I fall asleep again?"

Qing Anran rubbed her temples and said embarrassedly: "I have intermittent narcolepsy, and sometimes I fall asleep if I don't pay attention. ”

Noriko was suddenly shocked.

Could it be that Lord Cheng Qing will do strange things after falling asleep.

I didn't remember it at all when I woke up?

Suddenly, Noriko remembers a terrible legend.

In some distant maritime country.

There was a prince on a white horse.

As soon as he falls asleep, he transforms into a terrifying scythe.

Blowing the wind of knives and taking everyone's lives!

However, when he woke up, he didn't remember anything......