When the enemy met, his eyes were extremely red, Hua Tangchun's eyes shone with hatred, and he used his unique hooked nose to spray hot air at Xiao Jiansheng for the second time, and his voice was full of provocation: "Xiao Jiansheng, a disciple of waste materials, actually climbed high to the second young master Xiang of the four major families of the Western Wilderness, tell me, what benefits did you give Xiang Langyuan, he spoke for you everywhere, shouldn't you introduce that big-breasted senior sister to Xiang Langyuan? But it's a pity, if you can become an adult that day, you won't end up being angry everywhere today, why bother?"

Xiao Jiansheng sneered and took a few steps back, and the dozen or so people behind him also had to take a few steps back.

Xiao Jiansheng used his cuffs to fan the surrounding air current, trying to dispel all the disgusting heat that spewed out of Hua Tangchun's nose, Hua Tangchun said that the big-breasted senior sister reminded Xiao Jiansheng of Shangguan Xue, he couldn't tell the reason, and he had some strange worries in his heart, when he was separated, Shangguan Sister still had injuries on his body, worried that he would miss the assessment time of Wuji Palace, regardless of the hideous wounds on his delicate body, he insisted on a bantam horse jolting away, the criss-crossing sword wounds were all due to the people in front of him, although Xiao Jiansheng wanted to slash Hua Tangchun, but the environment in front of him did not allow it, and he did not have that certainty now。

Xiao Jiansheng sighed from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes moved to the young man beside Hua Tangchun, the young master from Jianshan, and now the fiery and scheming Huo Hai who is fighting with Xu Xiangyi in Wuji Palace, he glanced at Huo Hai like water, his eyes returned to Hua Tangchun, and said calmly: "Regarding the events of that day, I'm sorry that I didn't have an axe to chop you up, as for the fact that I crushed your wrist in Wuji Palace, I really can't let go of my hands and feet, if I give me a second chance, I will screw your head off and kick it as a ball." ”

Hua Tangchun said happily: "It's a pity that there will be no chance in the future." ”

Hua Tangchun continued to take a few steps forward, and his voice was extremely excited: " You should know that Wuji Palace is the second place to stop killing in addition to Wudang Mountain, it can't accommodate a fugitive, in order to avenge the killing of military personnel of the Fengtian Dynasty, you want to borrow the treasure of Wuji Palace to escape from Fengtian, and you also want to rest here, not to mention whether you are that material, do you think it is possible, how can there be the best of both worlds in the world, this matter has been negotiated with several elders when General Wei Xiangwu visited Wuji Palace last time, and the elders promised to hand you over to him for disposal, so, do you think the palace master will offend a dignified general with real power for a waste material？”

Hua Tangchun was very proud, his saliva was splashing, and his voice was getting higher and higher, causing the people in the queue behind him to prick up their ears, listen with relish, and discuss quietly.

"I see......"

Xiao Jiansheng lowered his head deeply and frowned, and when he raised his head again, his bright eyes like lightning pierced Huo Hai, Huo Hai did not dodge, but met Xiao Jiansheng's sword-like gaze and sneered: "Originally, I was from the Fengtian Dynasty, and I didn't want to worry about this matter with you, but I didn't expect you to dare to collude with Shangguan Xue, the outcast of my Sword Mountain, so I had to do it." ”

Xiao Jiansheng spread his hands helplessly, and did not mean to explain, for this kind of reversal of black and white in the world, he was even more lazy to argue, but he was roaring in his heart, in Wei Shangguan Yunting's spirit in the sky was unwilling, and the general of the First Protector finally did not return the horse leather shroud, and finally died in the hands of his own people, and the only widow has now become an outcast of Jianshan.

Xiao Jiansheng didn't want to fight anymore, so he took the initiative to give up his position.

However, when he was about to go down the mountain, he had just taken a few steps, and suddenly heard someone behind him drawing his sword, and at the same time someone sneered: "Thanks to the appreciation of Wei Xiangwen, my sword mountain will carry forward the past and the future in the Fengtian Dynasty and even the world, and I will take you down today, and my sword mountain will be the first merit, so don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame it, blame you for not being reincarnated in a family, and offend people who can't be provoked." ”

Xiao Jiansheng realized that there was a strong wind coming from behind, and when he turned back suddenly, the long sword in Huo Hai's hand had already been slashed in the air, and the sword light was wrapped in the unique sword mountain's unique magic trick and the fierceness of the Wuji sword technique.

Seeing that someone was about to splash blood on the spot, those disciples who lined up to enter the pavilion were in chaos, dodging, dodging, shouting, and making a mess, but there was no movement to stop Huo Hai's earth-shattering sword of ghosts, Huo Hai was cautious and it was difficult to see him hurt people with a sword, but he would see blood when he came out of the sword, at this moment the long sword in Huo Hai's hand fell, Xiao Jiansheng blocked by abandoning an arm, the sharp blade touched the slender hair on the arm, and the flesh under the blade had already shown blood marks, and then at this moment, there was a golden leaf that came from nowhere, and it was known in an instant, just under the blade, just listenWith a "bang", the long sword seemed to be slashed on metal, and there was a huge rebound force, Huo Hai's arm was numb, and the flesh and blood of the tiger's mouth were blurred, and it was difficult to hold the hilt of the sword, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

Huo Hai was shocked, but when he looked around, he couldn't find a figure.

Xiao Jiansheng was also shocked, and slowly pinched the leaf, and found that it was just a very ordinary sycamore leaf.

I only heard a voice coming from a long distance: "The inherent sages fought for the circle of heaven and earth, and now there are two naughty boys who hurt people with swords for big and trivial things, the old man didn't mean anything else, but he was responsible for cleaning the area of the Three Holy Palaces, which has never stopped for hundreds of years, and the fallen leaves know the number of the heavenly cycles, and they can be cleaned, but the most annoying is the bloodstained ......"

An old man wearing a gray cloth robe held a tattered broom with only a few bamboo branches slowly swept around the pavilion, in fact, the broom did not stain the ground, but the ground to the fallen leaves automatically separated to both sides, the back of the old man's hand was like an old rotten leaf, slow and orderly, not in a hurry to sweep over.

The old man didn't stop waving his hand gently because there was someone in front of him, he slowly shook his head with his waist bent, and swept over rhythmically, without sweeping all the fallen leaves within a radius of one zhang, and the dust in the brick and stone cracks all rippled, forming a slender tornado and falling under the lone peak.

This scene made the eyes of all the people present change slightly, it seems that some people have heard of how a sloppy old man in the Three Holy Palace, regularly sweeping the surrounding fallen leaves and dust every day, but no one can tell the origin and name of the old man, these people know that the old man is an unborn master nine times out of ten, and then in the face of the flying dust, he still instinctively made dodging movements, or covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, or quickly pushed back, only a young man quietly looked at the broom in the old man's hand, showing an innocent smile.

The boy remembered that his grandfather also had such a dilapidated broom at home, which was used to sweep the dust and fallen leaves in spring, summer and autumn, and to sweep the blood in winter.

The old man stopped the broom at Xiao Jiansheng's feet, and said lazily: "Childe, please raise your feet." ”

Xiao Jiansheng retreated and said with a smile: "I saw that the stone steps under the lonely peak were full of fallen leaves, but why didn't my uncle go to clean up, is he tired?"

The old man stopped cleaning, shook the fallen leaves between the bamboo branches at will, lowered his head and said, "I can't sweep a house, why sweep the world?"

Xiao Jiansheng felt that what the old man said was very reasonable, and nodded lightly: "If I use the broom in my uncle's hand, I don't know if I can sweep the world?"

The old man slowly raised his bark-like face, it turned out to be a blind man, his eyes collapsed, and the skin on his face had drooped, the old man laughed dryly, handed the broom in his hand to Xiao Jiansheng, and at the same time, his voice trembled and said, "Try it." ”

Xiao Jiansheng hesitated for a moment, and gently took the broom in the old man's hand, and his face changed in an instant.