"Is it the dead man's companion?" Qingshuang's face was calm.

"That's right, I heard their conversation!" Hattori gasped slightly, a little anxious, and he was indeed a little tired from running over.

"Exactly!"

"What's right?" Hattori asked confusedly.

"Training!" Qingshuang said seriously, as if she didn't know that those were extremely vicious criminals.

"Brother Qingshuang, you're not kidding!" Hattori exclaimed in surprise, his eyes staring at Aoshuang wide.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Qingshuang said lightly.

"Ugh! Not like! Hattori paused, shaking his head.

"Then pick up the wooden sword and wait for them to find it!" Qingshuang said.

"Good!" Hattori thought about it, if Qingshuang didn't have confidence, he wouldn't have said such things, I should have believed him!

Lifting the sword, Hattori remembered a very, very important thing: "Brother Qingshuang, you will guarantee my safety!"

"Hmmm! I won't let you die! Qingshuang said with a wave of his hand.

"If you don't die, then you will get hurt!" Hattori's mood immediately turned his head 180 degrees, lowered his head, and cried weakly!

"What are you afraid of, you can't die, there is no actual combat, no matter how good the practice is, what's the use!" Qingshuang handed him a roll of his eyes and looked at him with disdain.

"Huh!" Hattori laughed dryly, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, at most, you will bleed a little, and you won't be hurt much!" Aoshuang's repeated assurances finally gave Hattori, a boy with no combat experience, a little confidence.

"Hmm!" Hattori exhaled deeply and clenched the wooden sword in his hand tightly.

"It's okay!" Qingshuang nodded secretly, but she inevitably remembered the days when she and Yuntian had been taught by Brother Chu Ge, but unfortunately they couldn't go back!

Sighing, Qingshuang really wanted to leave for a moment, but he couldn't! After taking a look at the world, Qingshuang smiled, it will be fine soon, waiting for me!

The wind blew gently, carrying the rancid stench of capital, and the kidnappers that Hattori said walked out cautiously.

Seeing the ridicule at the corner of Qingshuang's mouth, the tall and thin man among the four became angry, "Boy, who are you?" What about my brother? ”

"Buried in the ground!" Qingshuang motioned for the man to look at the place where the person was buried.

"You killed him?" The man who looked like the leader of the four stopped the tall and thin man who wanted to him.

"Not bad!" The unlucky ghost was indeed "smashed" to death by him.

"!" Except for the lead man, the other three were furious.

"How do you want to die?" The leading man said very hideously.

"Hattori!" Qingshuang took out a snow-white long sword, sat aside, and motioned for Hattori to go up.

"Ugh!" Hattori's little heart was pounding, and he slowly walked in front of the four, gesturing one by one, looking at each other nervously.

"Huh! Hattori Hanzo's son, big brother, he wants to compete with us! As soon as Hattori's intentions were seen, several arrogant prisoners made mocking noises.

"Don't hesitate!" Green Frost suggests that this is a common mistake made by many calves.

"I see!" Hattori quietly looked at the other side.

"Boss, let me teach this kid a lesson!" The tall, thin man twisted his head and made a crunch.

"Boy, do you want feet or hands!" The tall and thin man smirked and took out a dagger from behind his waist, the cold blade and bloodthirsty blood groove made Hattori a little nervous.

"Heiji, don't talk nonsense with him, attack!"

Hattori obediently slashed out, and a wooden sword piercing the air slashed at the tall and thin man, who smiled mockingly and slashed Hattori in the abdomen with a backhand.

But the man may have forgotten that the wooden sword was longer than the dagger, and a single slash broke the man's arm.

"Ahh

Hattori kicked the man in the stomach again, causing the wooden sword to slash at the back of his head in the eyes of everyone.

"Plop!"

The surprised gaze followed the man to the ground, Hattori was a little excited, although he lost his mind for a while in the middle, but the man was stupid and was down by him!

"Are you still coming?" The corners of Hattori's mouth curled slightly, and he said confidently, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the opposite leader.

"Boy, don't be arrogant!" Behind the leader of the prisoners stepped a stout man, who walked past the tall and thin man and gave him a disdainful look.

Staring at the strong man, Hattori took a deep breath, the pressure suddenly rose, and the man stared at him with a cold breath, that was a murderous aura, it seemed that he was an experienced veteran.

A slingstick was taken out by the man, longer than Hattori's wooden sword, and the man looked at Hattori like a rabbit.

Hattori felt more and more that he was below, knowing that if he didn't make a move, he would have no chance, so he immediately made a basic slash, but the man hit Hattori's head with a throwing stick.

Hattori was surprised, lowered his head and changed his move to a waist slash to slash at the man with an unstoppable momentum, and before he could cut it, there was a gust of cold wind behind his head, and Hattori subconsciously rolled sideways, and it turned out that the man directly hit the man with the help of the power of the attack.

Hattori suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, a little afraid, if Qingshuang didn't have time, or he didn't dodge, maybe his head would be shattered, the man was not a soft-handed person, and he had a grudge against his father.

The man laughed loudly and strode towards Hattori, and the stick was thrown out, and Hattori dodged in embarrassment, while the wooden sword stabbed backwards, but it was opened by the man.

The two confronted each other, the man's experience and strength were not comparable to Hattori's, but Hattori had Qingshuang's reminder that he could barely match the man.

"Hit in the back!" The man was caught off guard and was almost hit in the lower body.

"Roll forward!" Hattori dodged the man's attack, and his arm was grazed, which was hot.

"Kick out!" Hattori kicked the man, and it was the man who took a few steps back, clutching his somewhat stuffy chest.

……

The two sides went back and forth for forty or fifty rounds, Hattori's body was covered with mud, but there were only a few footprints on the man's body, but Hattori was already weak, the man's right leg was swollen, or Hattori's strength was too small, and he couldn't compare to the other party.

"Come back!"

Before the voice entered his ears, a figure flashed by, and he saw the man covering his lower body, and Qingshuang had already put down his feet.

"Together?" Without waiting for the other party to speak, Qingshuang rushed forward with his sword, and at some point, the scabbard was just a few breaths, and the other two men fell, and they could only see that their heads and chests were a little swollen.

"How?" After dealing with the prisoner, Qingshuang came over and said.

"I'm tired!" Hattori sat down on the ground and inhaled heavily.

"Huh! And the face, I told you a few times, remember to defend, you can only attack is stupid, you think you are very powerful, people are stronger than you, you know that you rush up stupidly! Qingshuang said without giving face.

"Think about it!" After Qingshuang finished speaking, she turned around and tied up several prisoners with clothes.

"......" Hattori was silent