"Do you think the master can catch this knife?"

"Absolutely! Must be able to catch it. ”

Everyone said categorically.

But everyone knows that this is just self-comfort, and no one wants to see the stick ride on their heads.

"Cut."

However, Park Nyima snorted disdainfully, "If the sword of Qiansong's predecessor was so easy to take, he would not be called the second-ranked powerhouse among the younger generation of Daehan." ”

Kim Eun-zuo and Hallyu also nodded involuntarily, with a look of pride in their eyes.

"I'm going to make a move." At this moment, a thousand songs and hundreds of knives suddenly spoke, and the atmosphere changed abruptly, and it was extremely dignified.

Si Shangfeng also shrank his old eyes, and he was very nervous.

This is the second master among the young generation of the stick country, and his strength is only Han Chuan.

Can he catch one of his knives?

Si Shangfeng was worried, and his heart, which had never been nervous, couldn't help but beat a little faster, all because he was carrying the last hope of the Southern Provincial Martial Dao.

"I must catch this sword." Si Shangfeng cut off other thoughts, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

And at this moment, a thousand songs and hundreds of knives moved.

Swish!

I didn't see how he drew his sword, but I saw the misty sword light scattered, and the fierce aura was overwhelming.

Layer by layer of knife light, cutting through the air, emitting a sharp and piercing resonance, many people couldn't help but take a deep breath when they saw this scene, and trembled.

Xiongren, Yin Ping, and those pavilion owners who had fought with Qiansong and Hundred Swords also stared at each other, revealing a look of horror.

This knife was more than a hundred times more powerful than any knife they had received before.

Si Shangfeng, who was in the center of the sword light, was also shocked, feeling that countless long knives were slashing towards him, each of which was extremely sharp and tricky.

"How so?" Si Shangfeng's face changed greatly, and he was also at the peak of his strength, he thought that even if it was not good, he would not be too embarrassed.

But now that he has a long sword in his hand, he doesn't feel right with any of them.

Raise your sword accordingly.

But the result was a click, the long sword suddenly broke, and the sword light in front of him suddenly dissipated.

Lost!

Si Shangfeng was stunned!

He didn't expect that before he could take this sword, the long sword had already been cut off.

If it weren't for the last moment of the Thousand Song Hundred Knife Knife, he would have been beheaded by the knife.

"Did you lose?" The bear people, Yin Ping, and all the hall owners were all silent.

Just lost?

Didn't catch a single knife?

"How is this possible?" Those onlookers who had a glimmer of hope before were all stunned.

Although they knew that Si Shangfeng would most likely not be able to catch this knife, they didn't expect that the gap between the truth and the expected was so big, and Si Shangfeng lost without any suspense.

"Vulnerable." Thousands of songs and hundreds of knives shook their heads and spit out four words, like a sharp arrow directly piercing everyone's hearts.

"You! It's too much of a deception! Si Shang gritted his teeth angrily, and the bears were also resentful.

"Am I wrong?" Qiansong Baidao snorted lightly, turned around and walked outside, and at the moment of going out, the sword flashed, and the signboard of the Sijia Martial Arts Hall fell directly.

Even when he heard the Korean Wave, Kim Eun Zuo's piercing laughter came, like ten thousand arrows piercing through his heart, and everyone's angry bodies trembled.

Si Shangfeng is defeated!

The martial arts of Southern Province was slashed down by a thousand songs, and he could never raise his head.

"It's all to blame for the surname Lin, who provoked such a big incident, but he himself shrunk his head and hid like a turtle."

Many people angrily blamed Lin Fan for this incident.

......

"This is the Lin family's villa?" Standing in front of the Lin family's villa, there was no wave in his eyes, but he was puzzled in his heart.

Could it be that such a rich boy is also a martial arts master?

If he hadn't been concerned about his identity, he would have wanted to ask Kim Eun-zuo and the Korean Wave if they had made a mistake?

"Senior, I'll go tell the guy surnamed Lin, this time to see what excuse he finds to shirk." Kim Eun left the road.

"No need." With a thousand songs and a hundred swords, Jin Enzuo's footsteps were retracted, "No need?" ”

Qiansong Baidao ignored Jin Enzuo, but stood directly outside the villa and spoke: "Qiansong Baidao, ask for battle." ”

The sound came out, at first it was small, but if you listened closely, you could feel the sound rolling towards the interior of the villa like a continuous wave.

The Korean Wave on the side, Kim Eunzuo, all looked shocked, and looked at Qiansong Baidao with admiration.

This can't be done at all if you don't have enough strength.

This is his way of passing, and it is also a temptation for Lin Fan, if Lin Fan sends someone out to respond.

Then he will be able to leave the Southern Province tomorrow.

But before his words fell, everyone's ears sounded like a thunderclap.

"Fight!"

Kim Eun-joo and Park Nyima all changed their faces, and their ears were about to be deafened.

"It's Lin Fan, it's Lin Fan's voice." Pu Nyima cried out in panic, a voice he would never forget for the rest of his life.

But what he didn't expect was that Lin Fan would be able to do the same thing as a thousand songs, and he would directly spread the word in the villa.

Qiansong Baidao was also slightly shocked, and his eyes showed a sense of surprise.

In the description of Kim Eun Zuo and Han Wave, Lin Fan seems to be a teenager under the age of twenty, he thinks that the two of them are exaggerating the truth and reality, even if they are powerful, they are not powerful.

But this sudden thunderous explosion of a battle word let him know that Lin Fan was not simple.

"This person is qualified to accept my challenge." The surprise in his heart flashed, and the second master of the young generation of the stick country returned to his cold pride.

Han Wave was shocked, with his understanding of a thousand songs, this sentence came out of his brother-in-law, which was very rare.

That was a recognition of Lin Fan's strength.

"You go and send me a battle post, three days later, Yanbo River, into the sea, I will wait for him." After saying a thousand songs, he turned around and left.

Lin Fan is an opponent he recognizes, and he has to take it seriously.

Jin Enzuo sent the war letter in and hurriedly left.

"Young Master, why did you agree to him accept the challenge?" Han Xin looked puzzled, in her opinion, even Lin Hai said that he couldn't beat a thousand songs, and Lin Fan would definitely not be able to beat him if he went.

"Because I have to say yes." Lin Fan smiled.

A thousand songs and a hundred swords will appear at the door of the Lin family's villa, then it means that Si Shangfeng has lost the last battle, and before him, a thousand songs and a hundred swords have already trampled the entire Southern Province martial arts under his feet.

If no one comes out to curb the limelight of the stick, then the martial arts of Southern Province will become a shame.

And as the initiator of this incident, he has the obligation to put an end to him, so as to silence those who talk nonsense.

What's more, he must agree, and only if he agrees, Tie Junsheng will be at ease to launder/money.

If he guessed correctly, the day he competed with Qiansong Baidao was the day of money laundering.

At that time, the eyes of most people in Southern Province were focused on him and Qiansong Baidao, and he would be ignored.

It's a pity that Tie Junsheng has made a lot of calculations, but he doesn't know that Lin Fan is ahead of him step by step, and he has already seen through everything.

(End of chapter)