"Third Young Master, you must practice the knife steadily, and the knife is fierce, like a fierce dragon crossing the river, and you will be indomitable!"

Although the wicker is thin, it can be flexible and tough, and it can always be easily resolved when it collides with the incomparable spring flowers and autumn moon, and even has the power to fight back.

Long Yang, the third young master who was holding a double sword, became soft and flexible every time he attacked, and he couldn't pull out the sword when he wrapped around the sword body.

Every time when defending, it is like an aggressive Qianjun Shen Yin, shaking the tiger's mouth, and he will get out of his hand without paying attention.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, you are so light, Young Master Ben is such a big person, and he has been pumped on the buttocks, if he is seen by the maid, he will have to ruin the reputation of Young Master Ben!" Long Yang said with a bitter face, touching his slightly swollen buttocks, and grinning.

These days, I have been practicing double knives hard, and the knives are not very good, but my ass is swollen and high!

When the old Wang holding the wicker heard this, his old face twitched, and then he showed a touch of reminiscence, "I think that when the master practiced the sword, he stood barefoot on the ice for ten thousand years, although it was a little hard, but after three years of sword practice, the sword heart is clear, and if he doesn't work hard, how can he be invincible in the world!"

"Yes, yes, the young master will continue to practice, continue to practice!" Long Yang broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, picked up the double knives on the ground and continued to play.

But as soon as he gained a firm foothold, the tricky wicker pulled towards his accidentally exposed ass, not intentionally, but already swollen.

Not far away, Zhennan Wang Longyuan stood quietly, and one person gave people a deep mountain like a mountain, only to see him hunched back and squinted slightly and nodded, "Long'er has just opened the acupoint, the foundation is good, and he is about to polish it, but that pair of double knives is a good baby, and it seems to be quite extraordinary!"

"What the general said is extremely true, spiritual weapons are rare, if His Highness's pair of double knives are completely repaired, they will not be much better than your overlord spear!" replied a mighty man wearing golden armor beside Long Yuan.

The golden armor is known as the reputation of wearing gold armor in a hundred battles, and only those who break the imperial city and bathe in the blood of the royal family are qualified to wear it. This golden armor is also divided into grades, and this one of him is also a first-level spiritual weapon!

This person Zhang Xun, the great commander of King Longyuan of Zhennan, broke the cold and underworld dynasty, and once made the peerless feats of the three ancestors of Glory, holding tens of thousands of elites of Zhennan Wang, which can be said to be above 10,000 people under one person, but in front of King Zhennan, he is still very humble, and he does not dare to breathe half a point.

"There is another matter for the subordinates to report!" Zhang Xun said.

"What's the matter?" asked Long Yuan.

"More than a dozen rogues suddenly appeared around the palace, all of them were ordinary people who had not opened their acupuncture points, but they were full of gangsters and were not weak, not like ordinary rogues!" Zhang Xun bowed his head and reported, he didn't dare to say more about some words.

"Oh?" Long Yuan's slightly lowered eyes were electrified, and two cold lights suddenly appeared, "It seems that some people can't help it, do they want to test the patience of this old guy of mine?"

Long Yuan thought for a while, then looked at Long Yang not far away, and said in a low voice, "Order the Huansha Bureau in the Mansion to make a night robe for the young master!"

"Yes!" Zhang Xun replied.

"Also, plus a red-faced mask!" Long Yuan added.

Zhang Xun responded and stepped back respectfully.

After a few steps, Long Yuan's voice came again, "The style of the mask should be more powerful!"

Zhang Xun was stunned, thinking that the general was really unique!

"A cultivation that doesn't kill people doesn't make it, and a treasure knife that doesn't kill people is not a good knife!" Long Yuan muttered, his eyes like a torch, burning with raging flames.

.........

In the middle of the night, Wancheng was brightly lit.

The sound of selling is endless, walking through the streets and alleys, you can also smell the strong aroma of rouge, look up from time to time there are coquettish girls with charming eyes thrown high, and the delicate voice of the warbler laughing is blurred in the ears.

What a picture of spring flowers and autumn moons, a prosperous scene of drunken gold fans!

"Oh no! Oh no! The barbarians are here again! Run, everybody!"

Suddenly, a loud startled sound sounded, making the lively night market extremely quiet all of a sudden, and everyone stopped all their movements in an instant.

The vendor who was calling hurriedly choked his throat and hurriedly took away the belongings he had put out;

The old bustard who was screaming at the top of her throat held her throat, and she was also panicked for fear of being targeted;

The young ladies and girls with the coquettish voices of the warblers showed horror on their faces, smeared the makeup on their faces regardless of the image, and ran away for fear of being dragged into the wild alley for fear of being dragged into the wild alley and ruining their innocence.

One of the fifteen main cities of the Fire Dynasty, the territory of the Great General Zhennan Wang Longyuan, there are people who dare to make waves in the public?

I don't know what the name of this guy's ability is, but the gall fat is certain!

"Well, your jewelry is good, I just stole it from the house of the fifth grade master, and the color of his family is worse than yours!"

"What do you have all your belongings? Lao Tzu's net worth is this machete, do you think it's worth exchanging?"

"Heh, this seems to be the Yunjin costume from the chick of Yan Ruyu in Hanyuan Palace, Lao Tzu wants it!"

"Don't give it? Lao Tzu has this rag all over his body, believe it or not, let your girl become like this?"

"Yo, the chick looks good, but it's quite smart, this copper coin is rewarded to you, follow the master to keep it warm for a night!"

"Smack!", "What don't you follow, don't be ashamed of your face, believe it or not, I'll pick it up for you on the street!"

......

For a while, the whole Wancheng was in a mess, more than a dozen bullies, burly, fierce-looking, no one to mess with, very horizontal!

Everyone panicked and rushed into the alley, and there was chaos!

A flash of thunder flashed, and lightning swept through the sky, illuminating the huge main road in an instant.

A young man wearing a mask of red hideous fangs appeared ghostly on the street, standing silently.

The young man wore a double knife at his waist, and he was covered in a black night shirt embroidered with unique gold trim patterns.

Standing there, he seemed to have a grand atmosphere that could not be opened!

"Where did the little thief come from, dare to block the master's Yaxing? Does the little chicken neck want to roll on my machete?" A big man with a hideous face slammed his one-person-tall machete on the ground, revealing a bloodthirsty fierce light.

"It's quite scary to be dressed up, I wonder if you can put it on Lao Tzu's heirloom when you take it off?" said the guy with only a fig leaf on his face.

.........

Long Yang, who was wearing a majestic red-faced mask, said nothing, and suddenly drew his knife, one on the ground, and the other on his shoulder.

The evening breeze blew, the black hair behind the young man's mask was frivolously raised, the golden lines on the hem of the night robe rippled, the spiritual power on his body flowed, and the sharp cold light on the knife flickered, and it was ringing.

"Paralyzed, this kid pretends to be thirteen!Brothers, on!" A group of more than a dozen people had gloomy faces, licked their bloodthirsty lips, and the gold and iron in their hands resonated, revealing iron-like arms, and posed in a strange formation.

What kind of simple rogue is this! Well-trained and uniform!

"Kill!" A cold voice came from the mask, and the cold light flashed, and the young man was already with two knives in his hands, and there were two powerful sucking forces on his body, and a flash of spiritual light flashed under his eyes!

The young man was wearing a black night coat, his steps were swaying, and he carried the angry slash of the machete with one hand over his shoulder, and swept the other knife with his backhand, bringing up a piece of blood, and the golden lines splashing on the hem of the night robe looked a little demonic. Immediately after that, the strong wind in his ears was like a knife, and several figures roared and waved their iron fists to take the opportunity to attack, and the soles of the young man's feet flashed, and his footsteps were windy, and a beautiful double knife arc rotated, exiting the array.

The red face is hideous, the moment he just settles down his body, his steps are paused, and the silence is like thunder, the two tricks are circulating, the hem of the night clothes is clanging, and there is a low roar in the throat, a knife is slashed, the knife is awe-inspiring, and after the knife is broken, it is like a regret stone, and it pierces into the already somewhat flustered formation again!

There were no words, no fancy movements, with a dozen blocks, the light of the knife flashed, the blades met, a fight, the mile-long main street, it was like blood.

As far as the eye can see, the corpses lying on the ground, or neck, or arm, there is a small wound, but it is torn open in an instant, shocking!

At the end of the riot, at the end of the street, a young man wearing a mask and a night suit put his two knives into the sheath, put them on his waist, his figure flickered, and disappeared into the night, leaving only a line of blood marks on the soles of his feet, I don't know whose it was?

After a long time, someone poked his head out in the streets and alleys, looking at the bloody scene, many people vomited, although they felt disgusting, but they were also very happy, looking at the figure in the distance, everyone silently recited the heavenly gods, punish demons and cure evil!

............

The bright moon hung high, dressed in black and in good shape, taking advantage of the fact that everyone didn't care, he directly flashed into the Zhennan Palace.

I saw that he carefully took off the red mighty mask on his face, and exhaled softly, his handsome face was covered with paleness, and his hair was a little messy.

His body shook slightly, and the two spiritual power acupoints on his chest and forehead were frantically swallowing the aura of the four directions, and in a few breaths, his face had become extremely ruddy. This person is Long Yang, who has just experienced a fight.

"The young master's movements are Lisuo, seeing that the practice of the past few days has made great progress, and it seems that there is still some strength left over after a fight!" The strange old man behind the old man stood in front of Long Yang in a black suit, which startled Long Yang, who had just calmed down his mood for a week.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, can you not be so elusive every time, this midnight three watches, I thought it was a life-seeking Hades!" Long Yang lightly covered his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Uncle Wang with a somewhat complaining face.

"Hehe, the third young master is not strange, but I really let you tell you, tonight the palace really sneaked in a few mice, but unfortunately before they could steal food, they were broken by the old man. I wanted to keep my mouth alive, but in the blink of an eye, my face turned black, and I convulsed and ascended to heaven!"

"Obediently, first it was a rogue in the night market, and then I found out that it was a fierce soldier in the army, and now it is a thief in the house, and a group of fucking dead soldiers. It seems that Young Master Ben's head is also worth a little more?" Long Yang said with a sigh.

There are still some fluctuations in spiritual power on the few people who committed suicide by taking poison, and they seem to be more powerful than the more than ten people they killed, I don't dare to say anything else, but they must all be people who have opened their acupuncture points!

"Hehe, if you want the young master's head now, I guess you have to weigh it! But today is really lively, there is a little girl again, the old man sees that her roots are good, she is a good seedling!" Lao Wang said with a smile, and opened the way for Longyang, walking towards the brightly lit front hall.

Long Yang couldn't help but be interested, I don't know whose little girl it is? If this old Uncle Wang, who has a high vision, can say that he has good bones, then he may really be a genius!