The man with a languid tone walked slowly.

The place where he passed was like Moses dividing the sea, and all the people of the Zeng family were separated from the left and right to make way for him.

A pair of eyes looked at him, full of trust and hope.

You can see that they have full confidence in this man.

But the visitors don't think so.

In the crowd in the distance, someone muttered in an almost whispered voice: "'Red Blood Knife' is already a great master who is almost about to become a real person, and he has only been defeated in one move, and he has only been a real person for a few years...... It's not enough to see!"

The man who came smiled and said, "The friend who thinks I'm not good enough, I admit that you have a point, but I'm upset that you say that." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand in that direction.

In the crowd, a short young man's face changed greatly, and he turned around and ran, but he only ran a step, as if he had been hit by an invisible galloping horse, and the whole person flew up, and fell to the ground in the distance at once, and his face was covered with blood.

He screamed twice in pain, but quickly covered his mouth, not daring to make more noise.

But at least...... His injuries, it seems, were not fatal.

With this little episode, the person who spoke just now had already walked out of the gate of Zeng's house, walked down the steps, and walked less than five steps away from Pan Long.

"I've heard of the name 'Yizhou Yiwenxia'. "But you probably haven't heard of me." ”

"Zeng Xiaoqiang, the second real person of the Zeng family, I have heard of you. Pan Long said.

Zeng Xiaoqiang smiled, although he was in his nineties, he looked as if he was less than thirty. He has a slender figure, a handsome appearance, and a gentle and elegant temperament. He doesn't look like a high-roller licking blood with a knife, but like a young scholar who writes poetry and paints.

But Pan Long will not underestimate him because of this - this person is a ruthless person who can fight all the way from the innate realm to the real human realm in the Western Regions, where he is ready to fight at any time, and the people who underestimate him have probably been buried in the yellow sand and turned into mummies.

War is far more ferocious and ruthless than fighting in the rivers and lakes, and the masters sharpened in the war are far from being comparable to ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

Zeng Xiaoqiang stood there, looking full of flaws all over his body, but he clearly didn't care about these flaws, and his face was still lazy and indifferent.

"How many copper coins are you going to give out today, brother?" he asked.

Pan Long looked at his prodigal son-style smile and smiled himself.

It's just that his smile is full of sarcasm.

"At least two. He said.

Zeng Xiaoqiang asked with a smile: "So, I'll order a copper coin?"

"You can think so. ”

"I don't mind...... Over the years, I have killed many people, done many bad things, and when someone has done chivalrous justice, there is nothing strange about it, and there is nothing worth minding. Even if he was talking about his own life and death, Zeng Xiaoqiang still looked lazy, "It's just that you're sure you want to give 'Zhen Liaodong' a copper coin?"

"You don't approve?"

"I just think you probably don't have that ability. ”

Pan Long shook his head: "Whether you have the ability or not, you don't say it by mouth. ”

The reason why he has been fighting with Zeng Xiaoqiang is actually waiting for him to recover.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa that I was thinking about just now made him injured a lot, and it took some time to recover.

Because he can be regarded as out of battle now, his health has recovered quickly, but in just this moment, he has recovered a lot.

For the rest, just brush up on a healing technique.

In that case, there is no need to procrastinate.

Start early and finish the work.

Maybe after beating Zeng Xiaoqiang, he can fight with Zeng Yingqi again, and delay the last wave.

Isn't that beautiful!

With the murderous intent in his heart, Zeng Xiaoqiang immediately sensed it, the lazy look in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and with a wipe of his right hand on his waist, there was already a bright scimitar.

It seems that his belt is a magic weapon that can be stored, but I don't know what else is hidden in this scimitar, which you can know at a glance that it is not an ordinary product?

With the knife in hand, a blazing and desolate momentum emanated from Zeng Xiaoqiang's body, enveloping the surroundings in an instant.

On the early summer morning on the coast of Youzhou, the climate was originally cool and humid, but the moment he drew his knife, Pan Long felt as if he had returned to the journey he had traveled to the Western Regions with He Ping'an, the "King of Nine Mountains".

Blazing yellow sand, blazing sun, blazing air.

There is not a trace of moisture in the extremely dry air, and at a glance, you can only see the subtle ripples of the air on the ground that rises due to the heat.

In the midst of this ripple, the surrounding scenery is slightly distorted - not enough to make people see the wrong person and sand, but it is impossible to distinguish where the sky is and where is sand.

And in this subtle distortion, Zeng Xiaoqiang is the only one who clearly understands and does not have the slightest distortion.

He stood there like an eternal mountain rock standing in the middle of the desert.

Pan Long couldn't help but laugh.

"It turned out that you realized it in the desert and returned to its roots. He said.

As he spoke, he drew his knife as well.

Divine Longsword.

A long knife made of cold iron mixed with Mithril, a secret method created by the masters of the Pai Sect, exudes a warm atmosphere.

Even if the master is just an ordinary mortal who doesn't know the slightest bit of mana, this breath can also remove pain, resist curses, and can make hidden demons manifest, and can also kill ghosts without corpses.

Pan Long continuously injected his true qi into the knife, and the warm aura spread to the surroundings, covering the scorching barren desert.

The breath of the desert is virtual, but the breath of the divine long knife is real, and the virtual and the real meet, and the superior and the inferior stand up.

Zeng Xiaoqiang frowned, he didn't expect that this Yizhou Yiwen had such a treasure in his hands.

He could see that Pan Long did not cast a secret method like himself and project the scenery in his heart. At this moment, the warm breath that spreads around is clearly from the knife.

This knife is so extraordinary, it really worries him.

What's even more troublesome is that the warm breath touches his body, and he suddenly feels a little uncomfortable.

It's not that this breath is poisonous, or there are traps hidden in it, but this breath is full of kindness and integrity, which makes him think of all the mistakes and sins he has made in his life, and his mood can't help but become heavy.

"Your knife is very good. There was no longer a smile on his face, and his eyes became solemn and cautious, "But no matter how good a knife is, it must have a powerful person to exert its full power." ”

Pan Long smiled, didn't argue with him, and waved his knife.

His knife skills are light and fast, and he doesn't seem to have much power, and when used on a long knife, it seems a little uncoordinated.

This is because he has been accustomed to using the cicada wing knife during this time, and he is used to the knife technique of wiping and dragging, and he has not changed it for a while.

Zeng Xiaoqiang has experienced a hundred battles, and his eyes are extremely vicious, and he immediately saw that Pan Long's knife skills and weapons did not match very well.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his figure had rushed to Pan Long with a hot wind.

The scimitar disappeared in an instant, and the next moment it appeared less than a foot from the top of the Panlong dragon.

The scorching wind affected the air, making it seem as if the knife would be invisible from time to time.

But the Divine Knife held it back.

With a crisp sound, Pan Long stood motionless, but Zeng Xiaoqiang took a step back, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"You're not very old, but you don't have a lot of strength!" he said.

Pan Long's answer was a head-on slash.

In terms of strength, unless he encounters some god-blood aliens, he is confident that even if he is a monster, he will not be able to defeat himself.

Since there is an advantage in this area, make the most of it!