"I don't dare to ask for it." The little carpenter said loudly, and at the moment, he was also using his palms as a knife, and he put down a pioneering style to suppress the Qianling knife method.

When Zhang Qiming saw it, he couldn't help but sneer and said: "Boy, don't think that if you learn some fake tricks and take a little shit luck, you will be able to be unscrupulous and deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors; Today, let me take a look at why my Luban Sect has been able to continue for thousands of years, and to this day, I Zhang Qiming is still carrying the banner here......"

This guy shook the dry smoke pot in his right hand, quite high-spirited.

Zhang Qiming mixed well with Dong Wangguan, but the tiger head stopped the offensive abruptly, squinted at the little carpenter, and did not do more.

What a big face.

The little carpenter didn't look around, pushed Xiao Tao back, then took a deep breath and said, "Don't talk so nonsense, I haven't been in your Luban sect from beginning to end, let alone a traitor......

Zhang Qiming sneered and said That's good, since you are not a disciple of Luban, I will hand over the whole book of my Luban secret book, and I will leave you a copy of the whole corpse.

The other party is very fierce, and he doesn't want the little carpenter to survive at all.

Hearing this, the little carpenter didn't plan to argue anymore, but planned to capture Zhang Qiming alive in the next duel - needless to say, if he loses, his skills are not as good as others, and everything he talks about is in vain; And if the other party is killed, when the time comes, Tiger Head Tuo and the rest of Dong Wangguan's subordinates will come over, and he will not be able to resist it.

Only by capturing Zhang Qiming and taking him as a hostage can he grasp enough initiative.

As for those people in Maoshan, the little carpenter didn't think too much about it.

He didn't want to cause trouble to others.

The little carpenter pondered these things and did not move, while Zhang Qiming thought that he was delaying time, so he did not wait any longer, but stepped forward, and the dry tobacco pole in his hand was about to poke into the little carpenter's chest.

The other party was menacing, and the little carpenter jumped backwards, constantly dodging.

The dry tobacco pot in Zhang Qiming's hand doesn't look good at first glance, but in fact, the copper pot is flickering and dark, and it contains a lot of heat.

And in addition to the scorching heat, there should be more traps on it.

The little carpenter didn't have anything to take advantage of, only relying on the method of climbing the ladder to move, that Zhang Qiming saw it, a little annoyed, and roared angrily: "Hugh go." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a long knife slashed at the little carpenter who was moving towards the door.

The little carpenter turned around suddenly, avoiding the knife, and felt that the knife in the other party's hand was somewhat familiar.

He looked at it intently, hey, isn't this his own cold snow knife?

It's just that the knife fell into the hands of a strong man with a centipede-like scar on his face, and the handle of the knife was wrapped with a gold wire rope, which was faintly glowing, obviously suppressing the sword soul on the Cold Snow Knife.

After the man forced the little carpenter back with a sword, he shouted coldly: "Have a good fight, don't hide in Tibet." ”

The little carpenter turned over again, avoided Zhang Qiming's dry smoke pot, and then said, "My knife is with you, how do you let me fight him?" ”

The man said, "Is this your knife?" ”

The little carpenter nodded and said exactly.

The man sneered and said that it was before, and now it belongs to me Huaihua Qilian Leopard.

Zhang Qiming made another move into the air, his chest rose and fell, and the tiger head not far away obviously couldn't stand it, and shouted to the little carpenter: "If you run away again and don't face it head-on, I will make a move—at that time, I see how you can escape?" ”

The strength of the tiger head is simply terrifying, if he ends up in person, I am afraid that the little carpenter will not have to fight, and he will be caught.

The little carpenter looked left and right, and saw that there were enemies all around, and the fellows looked at him with a playful expression, like a pack of cats, teasing the mice on the board.