"How could I possibly know that?"

Tang Bohu shook his head amusedly.

To be honest, he wasn't even sure if the person he met at the beginning was Su Hang's true face, or even whether the other party was a human or a ghost, let alone knowing the specific whereabouts?

Hua Manlou smiled slightly:

"Then did Tang Xie Yuan ever think about why a letter sent a few months ago could point out the true identity of the 'embroidery thief' who appeared only a month ago?"

"I see, so you guys are suspicious of Brother Su?"

Tang Bohu's face was an afterthought, but the smile on his face became even stronger.

"How?"

Lu Xiaofeng said slowly:

"Compared with a mysterious person who has never seen before, ordinary people will think that Wei Zhenxiao's 'No. 1 Catch in the World' is more trustworthy, does Xie Yuanlang have a different opinion?"

"Of course."

Tang Bohu glanced at the three of them, and said with a smile:

"Don't blame me for being too frank, if that group of guards is of your level, with Brother Su's ability, unless he is willing, he will leave half a clue?"

Su Hang's ability to change its face and cover up its breath is high, and Tang Bohu can be said to have a deep understanding.

Tang Bohu had no doubt that as long as Su Hang was willing, even if he walked directly in front of him with a swagger, he would not notice anything unusual.

With such a skill, what other treasure house in the world can stop this guy?

Do you need to deliberately become so suspicious and ridiculous to blame others?

Of course, Tang Bohu is telling the truth, but listening to other people's ears, it has become another matter.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou are fine, but Ximen Blowing Snow's expression is a little subtle.

Tang Bohu obviously noticed the change in the expressions of the three of them, and squinted at Ximen Blowing Snow:

"You don't seem to believe it, do you?"

Maybe he couldn't stand that someone was more handsome and pretending to be more forceful than himself, and when he saw the cold and snowy Ximen Blowing Snow, Tang Bohu instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Of course, this unhappiness does not turn into hostility.

However, coupled with the fact that Lu Xiaofeng had robbed him of a good opportunity to pretend to be forced before, Tang Bohu has never been a generous person.

In the face of Tang Bohu's provocation, Ximen Chuixue didn't bother to pay attention to it, and after snorting disappreciably, he casually found a place to sit down, lowered his head and wiped the blade of the sword.

Lu Xiaofeng looked very interested, curiously grabbed Tang Bohu's shoulder, and asked:

"Tang Jieyuan knows so well, why don't you talk about it specifically, so that someone can be convinced?"

"Trick me?"

Tang Bohu smiled, of course he didn't say that he didn't know much, but said cheaply:

"I won't tell you, just guess for yourselves."

……

Just when Lu Xiaofeng was rubbing his eyebrows with a headache, a cold and beautiful female voice sounded leisurely.

"He doesn't know, and it's the same when you ask me."

As the words fell, a white cloud fell into the hall, revealing a stunning beauty with a sword.

I saw her jade face and red lips, both charming and youthful, and her black hair set off her white complexion with jade bones and ice muscles, which was extremely moving.

For a while, except for the snow blowing and flowers all over the building at the west gate, everyone in the hall couldn't help but be stunned.

Ximen Fuxue stood up negligently, not because he was attracted by the other party's appearance, but because he felt an incomparable sword intent from the other party's body, which almost made him unable to resist the urge to draw his sword.

As for Tang Bohu, he rushed forward in an instant and said diligently:

"Xiaosheng Tang Bohu, dare to ask Miss Fang's name."

"Shan Wanjing."

This stunning beauty is not someone else, it is Princess Dongming Shan Wanjing.

Su Hang didn't tell the little princess the secret of the fantasy world, but just asked her to "test" her newly built spiritual world.

Shan Wanjing, who doesn't know much about the spiritual world, naturally doesn't have any doubts.

So, in Shan Wanjing's opinion, the scene of the group of guys in front of her suspicious of Su Hang was really a little indescribably weird and funny.

Shan Wanjing frowned slightly, her gaze directly skipped over Tang Bohu, swept around everyone, and finally fell on Ximen Fuxue.

As soon as she appeared, Ximen Blowing Snow felt a sense in her heart, and Shan Wanjing also noticed Ximen Blowing Snow as soon as she saw it, a natural swordsman:

"Are you Ye Gucheng, or Ximen Blowing Snow?"

"Simon blows snow."

Simon Fuxue did not hesitate to report his name, and a sharp aura also rose from him.

"Simon blowing snow? It seems that it is really Qingxuan, her luck is a little better......"

Shan Wanjing seemed to sigh with a little regret, but then pressed her bare hand on the saber at her waist:

"However, since that kid said that you have the potential to be comparable to the 'Heavenly Sword', let me see if he is exaggerating."

Heavenly Knife?

Ximen Fuxue didn't know, but the contempt in Shan Wanjing's tone was obvious.

Ximen Blowing Snow looked cold, and came out of the crowd:

"Whether you are qualified or not, it's not someone else's decision,"

"Yes, the qualification is earned by yourself, not by others."

Shan Wanjing nodded approvingly, and then her eyes shone brightly, covering the snow at the West Gate.

Suddenly, Ximen Fuxue felt that his body was seen through in an instant, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow.

At the moment when Shan Wanjing pressed the sword, a series of incomparable sword qi had already been born around her, shooting towards the West Gate from all directions to blow snow.

"Shhhh

The sword qi is intangible but qualitative.

Hua Taishi and the others didn't know how powerful they were, but they just felt that Shan Wanjing's momentum was really terrifying, but Lu Xiaofeng and other people who knew the goods took a breath of cold air together.

Ximen Fuxue once slashed down the birds in the sky with his sword qi and won the reputation of the sword god, but compared to the scene in front of him, it was really insignificant.

Such martial arts, unless they witnessed it, they would never dare to believe that it was real.

Lu Xiaofeng stared at Ximen Blowing Snow without blinking, and his palms were sweating.

Such a terrifying enemy, he can't help but worry about Simon blowing snow.

But he had no intention of helping, because if he did, the first enemy he would face would probably be Simon Blowing Snow.

Boom!

Ximen Fuxue's pupils shrank, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

Dingdingding......

The sound of the exchange of blows is like rain hitting the plantains, and it is endless.

Judging from the scene, Shan Wanjing still didn't move, and Ximen Blowing Snow was already exhausted, which can be described as a high judgment.

However, in the face of such a terrifying and powerful enemy, Ximen Fuxue instead gave birth to a strong fighting spirit, and his eyes burst out with a bright light that he had never seen before.

When the sword light flashed, Ximen Blowing Snow actually took the initiative to rush towards Shan Wanjing against the sword rain.

A hint of surprise flashed in Shan Wanjing's eyes, she didn't expect that in such a situation, Ximen Fuxue would actually choose to take the initiative.

Boom!

With a flash of lightning, Shan Wanjing's long sword was also unsheathed.

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