Chapter 163: Counting is Counting
The young man who looked like a scholar clasped his fists and replied: "Under Liu Xincai, a monk of the Heavenly Benevolence Sect, his current cultivation is level 62; This is Zhang Haowu, the senior brother of the Guyao Sect, who is currently cultivating at level 63. Dare to ask kendo friends how much they are cultivating at the moment? β
The swordsman hurriedly said: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhang of Guyaomen and Senior Brother Liu of Tianshanmen, it's a shame to say that there is only a 52-level cultivation below!" β
"Level 52?" Zhang Haowu said with a sneer: "Kendo friends sincerely look down on the two of us, how can a level 52 monk be able to exude the aura on his body?" β
The swordsman replied with a look of surprise: "This is a real cultivation under this, and there is no lie!" β
Zhang Haowu watched the swordsman and refused to admit it, and said angrily: "It's really unreasonable! As he spoke, he stepped forward to do something.
Liu Xincai hurriedly persuaded: "Brother Haowu, don't be excited, kendo friends may be talented geniuses, how can mediocre people like me be able to penetrate the depths!" Since the kendo friend said that he only has a level 52 cultivation, you and I have the right to believe it, why not? "The tone of his speech is very strange, and anyone can hear what is being said.
"That's good, just take the right and be your level 52!" Zhang Haowu's tone was a little irrepressible excitement.
Li Shanren trembled when he heard this, and at this time, Fang Zhan came out and said: "Young man, don't blame, the two immortal families are actually lonely, there are few monks in Jianye City who have cultivated to level 40 or above, and I heard that Shaoxia's cultivation has reached level 52, so there is a little more excitement!" β
The swordsman didn't seem to understand, and only replied: "It's okay, it just happens that there is some loneliness below." As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, the good man, wait a minute, the two senior brothers wait a minute, and come out with tables and chairs here!" β
"Young heroes don't need to bother." Li Shanren hurriedly said: "Li came this time, one made a special trip to see Shaoxia, and the other was also to thank Shaoxia for saving him last year!" As he spoke, he gestured: "Liu Xian's family!" β
Liu Xincai took a step forward, turned over his hands, and had a bag of silver in his hand, a full 50,000 taels, and said: "Please accept it with a smile!" β
The swordsman's face was a little solemn, and he said: "I can't collect it in the next place, the good man has already thanked me and others last year." In the next small often get the help of good people, last year the good people and send people to help in the next house, in the next has not reported one or two, how dare you collect money from good people. No way! No way! β
Li Shanren said with a sincere face: "Please accept the sword young man, this 50,000 taels of silver is to thank the young man for saving his life last year, and the other is for the young man to learn art!" I often hear people say that cultivating immortals requires 10,000 silver and silver is insufficient, Li is a layman, although there are no 10,000 taels of silver, but there are always few of them, I hope to help the young man one or two, the road of cultivating immortals is going farther and farther, and it is also glorious for his hometown! β
The swordsman saw that it was difficult to resist, so he had to say: "When a good man says this, he doesn't dare to say it again!" Saying that he took the silver in his right hand and stroked it, he had already collected the space of his thoughts, and he hugged his fists and thanked: "Thank you for the kindness!" β
Li Shanren nodded and said with a smile: "The young man will travel far tomorrow, Li will no longer disturb the young man's homesickness, so he will leave!" Just turn around.
The swordsman suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Dare to ask the good people, what are Ma Fei and them now?" β
Li Shanren stopped, turned around, looked at the swordsman and said, "I heard that Ma Fei and Niu Erwa have left Jianye and are studying art in another country; Wei Xiaosan unfortunately died in that catastrophe! With that, he turned away and never looked back.
The swordsman had no choice but to say to Li Shanren's back: "Thank you for the kindness!" β
It seems to be lonely, it seems to be lonely, the people who have gone away, the people who have disappeared, the swordsman looks at the night sky where the stars are withering, and he doesn't know whether he is happy or sad for a while. The people who once deceived themselves, the people who used to use themselves, but they were also the ones who let themselves get acquainted with the bone elves and the free life by chance, and now they are dead and dead, and they will probably not meet again in this life, but the swordsman's heart suddenly gave up a seat for them - I don't know the joy and sorrow, but I fall with a nameless fall.
Night, in the depths; Continue in the deep.
The swordsman never moved, looking at the sky, in the infinite deep blue, there seemed to be a mysterious world calling himβcalling him to come quickly, to listen to what to see, to see together.
Suddenly quiet!
Surprisingly quiet!
Suffocating silence!
The swordsman slowly closed his eyes, and the magic silk he felt was like a huge net, quickly enveloping a radius of fifty or sixty zhang!
"It's them!" The swordsman said in his heart, he quickly captured the location of the comer, and determined that it was the two monks invited by Li Shanren.
The movement of the two men suddenly stopped, and they stopped on the roof to the west, observing the swordsman motionlessly.
"Let's see what tricks they're going to play!" The swordsman thought, his eyes still closed.
But soon, Zhang Haowu, who couldn't hold back, jumped up suddenly, jumped up lightly, and when he was three feet away, he suddenly shouted: "Take your life!" There was a flash of cold light at the beginning of the voice, and the wolf's tooth knife came from the neck.
The swordsman turned sideways to dodge, turned into a golden sword in his right hand, and then looked at Zhang Haowu, but he was wearing a black masked scarf, and he hugged his fists in the direction of the two of them and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Liu, what does this mean?" β
Zhang Haowu tore off the masked towel, threw it casually, and said: "Zhang said that this thing was redundant, and sure enough, it was broken by this kid at a glance!" β
Liu Xincai stood up unhurriedly, put his hands behind his back, and said condescendingly: "Jianye Town, it's extremely boring, I'm here to learn the magic power of Taoist friends!" β
The swordsman said: "The younger brother's cultivation is shallow, and his cultivation is only level 52, how dare he compete with the two senior brothers!" β
Zhang Haowu was furious when he heard this, and said: "What a hypocritical guy, Zhang wants to see how deep you can hide tonight!" With that, the wolf's tooth knife swung and attacked quickly.
Huhu Hu made dozens of knives in a row, all of which were easily resolved by the swordsman or block or grid or flash.
Zhang Haowu couldn't attack for a long time, and he became more and more angry, shouting and brandishing the wolf's tooth knife, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like weaving, but it was always difficult to get close to the body of the swordsman.
Qiu Qian couldn't help but think thoughtfully and said, "Although they are both elite realm cultivators of more than sixty levels, the strength of this monk is very different from those monks of the Netherworld. It seems that it is not unreasonable for the Twelve Sects to be so highly regarded! But the master is not ready to end this farce? β
The swordsman replied: "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jian wants to learn his tricks!" "After passing the sound, his eyes suddenly changed, turning defense into offense, the sword pointed out, and the move directly took Zhang Haowu's vital point, but each move was an inch and a half off, and it couldn't hurt anyone.
Liu Xincai watched the battle for a long time, and suddenly fanned the divine fire into a general and said: "Brother Haowu, Liu will help you!" With that, he jumped up and flew over, and with a wave of the mid-air divine fire fan, a ball of flame rushed towards the swordsman.
The swordsman swings his sword and breaks the flame.
Zhang Haowu hurriedly counted his feet and said: "Brother Liu, it's a good time, help me with divine power!" β