"Garbage ......"

The sword collector was also stunned for a moment, and then looked at the boy brother and said coldly.

"You...... You...... You ......"

Brother Gongzi was ruined, not to mention the sword, but also despised, almost forgot his fear, pointed at the sword collector with trembling fingers, and then immediately put down his hand under the direct gaze of the sword collector and trembled at a loss.

"You!" The sword collector failed to collect the sword and was not in the mood to pay attention to this group of boys, but instead pointed at the Xiao Si.

"Ah...... I...... What's wrong?" When Xiao Si saw that the sword collector was calling himself, he was frightened, and looked at the sword collector nervously, not knowing what this fierce god was going to do.

"Undress!"

"What......? Take off...... Clothes?"

"Undress!"

Xiao Si thought that he had heard it wrong, but when he heard the Tibetan Sword Man emphasize again, cold sweat instantly fell from his forehead, and tears appeared in his eyes, he didn't expect that he had met a killing god with the good of Longyang, and it seemed that his chastity was not guaranteed.

Under the coercion of the Tibetan Sword Man, Xiao Si did not dare to resist and slowly took off his coat, and looked at the Tibetan Sword Man with a small appearance, with fear and a trace of expectation in his eyes.

The Tibetan sword man didn't know that Xiao Si had thought so much, after curling his hand and sucking the clothes, he waved his hand and blew a gust of wind that made everyone unable to open their eyes, and the Tibetan sword man quickly changed into Xiao Si's linen clothes, and the wind fell, and the Tibetan sword man had already changed his clothes, and moved a little after putting them on, and the size was just right.

However, he always felt that something was missing, and finally the sword collector glanced again, and instantly came to the side of a boy wearing a black cloak, regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, he directly reached out and grabbed the cloak and draped it on his body to cover the sword box of Zangfeng.

The Tibetan Sword Man nodded with satisfaction, but he didn't let go of this group of boys, and came back to the boy who was so scared that he peed his pants.

"Big brother, I was wrong, what are you going to do, I'll give you all the money you want......"

"Take me to the one you said about the number one sword in the world. The Tibetan sword man said coldly, this boy called himself a swordsman, which made him very unhappy.

"It is known as the number one sword sect in the world......" Brother Gongzi wanted to explain, but he heard a cold snort from the Tibetan sword man, and he didn't dare to say more, so he had to take the Tibetan sword man to his division.

"Gong ...... Childe ...... "Seeing this, Xiao Si didn't know whether to keep up, so he lingered in place.

"Huh! You're fired!"

Brother Gongzi didn't dare to speak out to the Tibetan Sword Man, but he was fierce to Xiao Si, and then under the cold eyes of the Tibetan Sword Man, Brother Gongzi hurriedly led the way in front.

Under the guidance of Brother Gongzi, the Tibetan Sword Man finally found Brother Gongzi's sect on a mountain.

The man who hid the sword in front of the sect looked speechlessly at the dilapidated gatehouse in front of him, as well as the name on the gatehouse plaque.

"It's really called the No. 1 Sword Sect in the world...... the corners of the Tibetan Sword Man's mouth twitched, he felt that he was really stupid, from Brother Gongzi's sword and Brother Gongzi's strength, he should know that his sect could not really be the number one sword sect in the world.

"Master, help!" However, Brother Gongzi didn't see the gap clearly, and when he returned to the sect, he could find the master who cut off a big tree with a sword to help him avenge himself.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the master is coming!" The words fell, and an old man with white hair and fairy wind bones rushed out of the door.

The old man's speed is not slow, but it is only faster than ordinary people, and the sword collector is secretly disappointed when he sees this, and it seems that he is another person who deceives the world and steals his name.

The Tibetan sword man was angry, snorted coldly, and the snuff turned into gas, gathering into a sword qi, and shooting out as fast as a meteor.

The old man didn't see what was happening at all, and the sword qi shot out in front of the old man's feet with a snort, shooting out a pit that was more than a foot long.

"Oh mom, uncle spare your life!"

Although the old man's martial arts were not good, he saw that there were still them, and the hand of the sword collector was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, and kept buttoning his head and begging for mercy.

"Master, you ......" Brother Gongzi was also dumbfounded when he saw this.

The sword collector came to the old man and looked at the sword in the old man's hand, "It's another scrap of copper and rotten iron, although it has a bit of strength." ”

"What the hero said is right, Xiao Lao'er is just a little fake, relying on this to make a living, to put it bluntly, it's just to trick some fools to come to the door, please let Xiao Lao'er go!"

When the old man heard this, he kowtowed again, and kept explaining.

"Master......" Brother Gongzi was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't believe that the master he worshipped was actually a liar.

"Boring...!" The Hidden Sword Man was bored and walked away, and he didn't want to pay any more attention to the two masters and apprentices.

In this way, the Tibetan Sword Man hurried down again, but still did not gain anything.

Until this day, when the sword collector came out of a resting wood, he was attracted by a strange man.

This is a strange man, but also a strange combination, a snow-white Ao dog, a man with a dog's head, the man's head is not clear on his face, wearing a blue fleece coat, and an exaggerated animal bone scimitar on his back.

As soon as the Tibetan Sword Man appeared, the eyes of the two met together, and the eyes of the Tibetan Sword Man flashed, this is a master.

And the dog-headed man was also secretly surprised by the sense of oppression coming from the person hiding the sword.

It's just that the sword collector is only interested in swords, this person is obviously a swordsman, and he doesn't want to do more intersections.

However, just as the bodies of the two people staggered, the two of them stiffened at the same time, and each of them became vigilant.

Then a wave of murderous dust struck, and the green smoke slowly rose between the dead leaves flying, and three swordsmen wearing high hats and white beards surrounded them.

"Old dog, follow us to Yandu!" The three swordsmen held their swords and drank coldly, but found that there was another person besides the old dog, but they didn't care, it was a big deal to kill.

"Humph!"

The dog-faced man named Old Dog snorted disdainfully, but before he could move, he saw the swordman turn around and glance at the three swordsmen with interest.

He said excitedly: "I finally came across some decent swords, I don't know if it's with your appetite?"

Seeing that the fighting intent of the Tibetan Sword Man rose, the three of Yandu realized that the oppression given to them by the person in front of them was so similar to that great grandmaster, could it be that this person was actually a master like a great grandmaster?

Shang Ting Piaoyin was surprised in his heart, he had long lost the desire to do it, if he couldn't complete the task, then ......

Not daring to think about it anymore, Shang Ting Piaoyin calmly shouted to the Tibetan sword man: "The smoke is all errands, just for the old dog, and those who have nothing to do with it leave quickly." ”

It's just that the tone of this pavilion is obviously deformed, and there is a harsh sound in the femininity, and the Tibetan sword man can hear digging out his ears.

"Hurry up and let me see your sword!"

Saying that, without waiting for the three of Shangting Piaoyin to make a move, the Tibetan Sword Man took the initiative to make a move, and his body was like a remnant wind crossing for a moment, and the three of Shangting Piaoyin screamed in pain almost at the same time, and a blood line flew up from the wrist part, and the figure of the Tibetan Sword Man appeared not far away from the virtual to the real, holding three swords in his hands.

"Alas~" The Tibetan Sword Man sighed, and the three swords made a crisp sound, scattered all over the ground in the disappointed sigh of the Tibetan Sword Man.