Fan Xian's eyes showed a slight shock, and he exclaimed: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a master of Kuhe, and he is indeed worthy of being a strong man on the nine grades, and he actually dissolved my offensive so lightly." His expression was fake, but his words were somewhat true, Fan Xian knew very well that under the leadership of Uncle Wuzhu, the cramming master, he was indeed not the opponent of the begonia girl in front of him.

He took a step back, his face full of determination, inserted the quenched dagger into his boot, spread his right hand and asked: "The weapon is not the girl's opponent, please teach the girl fist and foot kung fu." ”

Haitang was slightly stunned, and slowly retracted the sword into the sheath, the sword she carried with her was not very long, so the scabbard was hidden in the clothes of the village girl who was completely inconsistent with her identity, and it was not easy to find it for a while.

Fan Xian smiled and bowed, kicked his toes on the ground, and turned into a gray dragon unreasonably, rushing straight towards the girl's body.

Haitang Yuan opened her eyes with a pair of extremely clear eyes, since she left the school, she didn't know how many northern masters she had picked, but she had never met Fan Xian's life and death, heroic and dry cloud play, didn't the other party know that such a stupid sprint, as long as she turned around slightly, she could fully grasp the initiative of the situation in the field?

Originally, her world-respected teacher did not give her other tasks, and even specifically told her not to make extraneous branches. But when Haitang saw that beautiful young man who actually despised himself so much, he still couldn't help but light up his eyes, and thought that killing the other party would seem to be a good choice.

Then her heels turned slightly, and her center of gravity shifted back two inches.

............ In an instant, Fan Xian had already rushed in front of her, and a punch without any fancy punch hit straight out, and the target was the bulging chest under the flowered cloth clothes.

When the fist was less than three inches away from Begonia's body, Begonia's body was like a willow, as if it was broken by the fist wind, and the whole person's body fell backwards extremely wonderfully, drawing a semicircle with his heel as the axis, and after a while, the whole person floated behind Fan Xian like a wind, raised his right palm lightly, and patted the back of Fan Xian's head.

It seems to be a simple action, but under the reflection of Fan Xian's speed and the extremely short Chenguang at that time, it seems extremely wonderful.

And her casual palm is like swatting a fly, slapping so casually, so naturally...... It naturally means that since the light palm is slapped out, the next moment later, it will naturally fall to the back of Fan Xian's head, and this generation of poets will be photographed into a generation of poets in the underworld.

It's a pity that she misestimated Fan Xian's reaction speed, his strong ability to control his life, and the arrogance of the domineering true qi in this young man's body.

So Fan Xian snorted, the foot in front of him had already stepped deeply into the soft meadow mud! If ordinary people wanted to suddenly stop in such a high-speed forward rush, they were afraid that the knee of the right foot would be broken into several pieces because they couldn't withstand this force, but Fan Xian suddenly stopped his body with the help of the strong countershock.

He didn't turn his head back, he pulled out the dagger in his boot with a snort, and stabbed it with a poisonous backhand from his armpit!

The tip of the black sè sword is exactly the ethereal, like a palm with a trace of dust-free fairy energy!

............ Haitang frowned, who would have expected this young man to be so shameless in front of the Ming Dynasty! But she didn't have the slightest panic in her heart, and with a flick of her fingers, she bounced to the side of the black dagger like a poisonous snake in the electric light, her palm was naturally slightly raised, and her sleeve was worn with a snort, although she avoided the danger of palm penetration, she still couldn't bounce away from Fan Xian's domineering true anger.

The basket that had been hanging in the crook of her left elbow was swinging by unusual coincidence.

The long dagger entered the bamboo basket, hissed and shattered for a while, and then turned into a sky full of broken bamboo chips.

A faint aroma accompanied by a puff of white smoke quickly dispersed between the two. Haitang's eyebrows furrowed again, she closed her breath, and her toes were a little bit, and she retreated temporarily, but three crossbow arrows came silently in the white smoke, and when she found it, she had already arrived at a foot in front of her!

If it is an ordinary nine-rank master, after the breath is slightly chaotic, and then he has to hold his breath, he will inevitably be a little depressed in his chest and abdomen, and then suddenly encounter Fan Xian's crossbow method, and the horror is difficult to dodge. But after all, Begonia is the legendary celestial vein, I saw her wave coldly, and the flower cloth towel that had been wrapped around her head opened with a bang, flattened in front of her cheeks, and the wind could not blow, like a piece of iron.

When Dangdang made three crisp sounds, the three crossbow arrows seemed to be shè on the iron plate, shattering inch by inch, and the flower cloth towel held by Haitang was also weakly broken into several pieces.

............ At this point, Fan Xian's sneak attack failed. Haitang slowly pulled out the short sword from his clothes, his face was expressionless, and he threw it with his backhand, and the sword was like a lightning, splitting the faint poisonous smoke, following a strange trajectory, and suddenly killed in front of Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's hands were wrong, and the domineering true qi in his body rushed out, and with a snap, he clamped the short sword in his palm, only to feel a burning pain in his palm, knowing that the other party's jīng pure qi was still attached to this sword body, extremely sharp.

A shadow floated in, and Begonia's figure seemed to be a little slower than this flying sword, and then came to Fan Xian's body, holding the hilt of the sword extremely indifferently, and turning it slightly.

The blade of the sword was extremely sharp, and it was about to cut Fan Xian's pair of fleshy palms.

Fan Xian snorted, and his true qi was transported to his palms, making Begonia's sword body unable to reverse. Haitang frowned slightly, as if he was a little surprised that the true qi coming from the sword body was so arrogant, but there was no superfluous movement, so he naturally drew his sword and stabbed back at Fan Xian's face.

Very simple movements, very natural movements, but it made Fan Xian have a trace of unavoidable thoughts in his heart, his palms were slightly painful, the short sword he was holding had disappeared, but the next moment it came to his eyebrows.

............ Begonia let out a low snort! His face was full of anger, and his whole body floated up.

Below her lower abdomen was the black dagger that Fan Xian had reconjured out of nowhere.

Two young powerhouses, one standing on the meadow, one flying in the air, Fan Xian's spicy sword, making Begonia's natural sword return in vain, her body quickly turned in a circle on Fan Xian's body, and the flower cloth clothes on her body opened like a flower, a little dazzling.

Hua Zhong stretched out a hand and patted Fan Xian's chest.

Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't avoid it, and with a strong tyrannical true qi in his right palm, he slapped the soft chest of the begonia girl in the flower.

Begonia retreated again, sideways out of the sword, dinging a few sounds, when the palm wind gradually subsided, the tips of the two swords collided many times.

After a moment, Begonia bowed his head slightly, held the sword in his right hand, and slid back to his back. The cloth towel wrapped in her hair had already broken into several pieces, and at this time, her black hair spread out like a waterfall, although she was still wearing the coarse cloth clothes on her body, but the momentum of holding the sword was as clear and beautiful as the Nine Heavens Xuannu, where was there still half a village girl temperament.

On the other side, Fan Xian stared at her, his hand holding the dagger was trembling slightly, and a feeling of frustration rose in his heart, his moves were not as good as this woman, and even the domineering true qi that he had always been proud of seemed to be completely inferior in front of this woman's indifferent and mellow jīng innocent qi.

In fact, Haitang's heart was even more surprised, since she left the school, she didn't know how many masters she would pass, Fan Xian was obviously not the strongest person, his strength was at most just entered the threshold of the nine grades - but it was Fan Xian who made him the most wolf.

Fan Xian just refused to show weakness in front of women, which was the sour strength in his bones. Haitang is a peerless powerhouse on the nine grades, if he faced Yan Xiaoyi, maybe he would have fled a long time ago, but in the face of a village girl, he was very strong and stupid and chose to make a move.

Fortunately, his way of shooting is extremely shameless, and it is not at all the same as the average strong player.

Haitang stared at his handsome face, and suddenly showed a hint of disgust, and said: "Among the younger generation, Master Fan can also be regarded as a master, but the technique is so shameless, how can there be any martial arts gods?"

That's right, Fan Xian said that he had a good kung fu contest, but he used a dagger to sneak attack, and in the end, what poisonous smoke crossbow arrows, dragon claws grabbed nǎi hands, and walked on the street to flirt with yīn swords, all these things were used, where had Haitang seen such a shameless person.

Fan Xian took two breaths, calmed down the slightly disordered breath in his chest and abdomen, and said with a reluctant smile: "I have never been a martial arts master, so naturally I don't follow any rules of the rivers and lakes. I am the secretary of the Qingguo Supervision Yuan, an official, and the girl is from the Northern Qi Dynasty, but now she has entered the country without permission and is standing on the land of our Qingguo, as long as I arrest you and punish you, where will I use any means?"

Begonia was silent, and seemed to agree with his explanation.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the unusually natural and beautiful aura began to grow stronger around her body, and the dew in the meadow beside her seemed to begin to rejoice, struggling down the blades of grass and turning into a faint mist.

Fan Xian squinted, knowing that the palm that slapped the other party's chest and the stabbed to the other party's private parts made this generation of Tianjiao really angry.

............ Like a wind blowing, and like a ray of light passing by, this early morning chūn wind blows softly on the meadow, and the tip of the begonia's sword also follows the wind, through the light and shadow, very soft, and naturally stabs Fan Xian again, this second shot, it seems more gentle than before, but Fan Xian knows that it is also more dangerous.

His feet were a little numb, the sequelae of the night of fierce fighting finally attacked, and in the face of a peerless powerhouse on the ninth grade, he knew that he couldn't fight with her at all, and he didn't have that strength.

Therefore, Fan Xian abandoned the dagger, withdrew his palms, squinted his eyes slightly, and stopped attacking, relying on every trace of contact between his body skin and the air, and began to dodge the sword momentum of the short sword that seemed to be made of nature.

He did this many years ago, when Wuzhu was holding a wooden stick.

Today, he did it again, and his opponent held a short sword.

Wuzhu was able to knock him, but Begonia ...... It's not Wuzhu, even if she is a peerless powerhouse on the ninth grade, she is still not as far as Wuzhu.