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Xiaoxiao put down her sword and saluted the surrounding group.

A young man in a blue shirt was dazzled, and at this time, he saw the graceful posture of the girl in the pavilion, and when he was dancing the sword, he had beautiful long legs under the skirt, and with the intention of wine, he jumped to the pavilion in the corridor.

He was swift and carried a silver cup filled with sake in his hand, and his companions sitting next to him applauded.

This young man is Luo Younian, a disciple of Wujimen, and he is also here to participate in the Qingyun List, and his strength is the upper rank of the eight-rank martial artist.

As soon as he came up, he regarded Xiaoxiao as a woman who sold herself, smiled and held a wine glass, and forced the girl to the corner of the pavilion step by step, shouting to drink a glass of wine.

Giving a glass of wine was originally a folk wedding custom, but he used it to scare a woman, Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't help but get angry and glared at the other party.

At the same time, the white horse crossing sword on He Bikong's waist trembled slightly, and the great swordsman hurriedly reached out to hold it, frowning slightly. I thought, "Could it be that you, a young man, have a heart to protect flowers?" and then thought: "My sword was originally used for cultivation, how can I complain about the romance of those talented and beautiful people?"

The Great Swordsman shook his head, sighing at the extent to which his Excalibur had fallen.

At this moment, Shen Wuxian rushed into the pavilion like a black lightning, and in mid-air, his five fingers became claws, grabbed Luo Younian's back placket, lifted it casually, and threw him into the pool with a pop.

Luo Younian is also a martial artist, and he was thrown out without dodging kung fu, Zhuo Zangfeng was slightly surprised.

The few sons who came with Luo Younian over there were furious, and the three of them rushed to the pavilion with their swords, pointing at Shen Wuxian, and scolded.

Miss Xiaoxiao looked at Shen Wuxian, looked carefully at his face for a long time, her lips moved slightly, and there were crystal tears in her eyes.

Shen Wuxian ignored those who drew their swords and looked at Xiaoxiao with a sad face like a rock, and before he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, he didn't say anything.

Luo Younian climbed up wet, took his sword from the corridor, and leaped again.

He looked at the narrow scimitar behind Shen Wuxian's back, and asked angrily, "Who is Your Excellency from the World Sword Alliance?"

Shen Wuxian turned around and said coldly: "I have nothing to do with the World Sword Alliance. ”

Luo Younian listened, and the sword in his hand slanted upward, stabbing directly under the opponent's ribs. This move was just a false move, and seeing that he was about to hit the other party, the tip of the sword was provoked, and the sword qi dispersed, and it actually stabbed Shen Wuxuan in the chest.

This move is extremely vicious, and it is a desperate posture as soon as it comes up. Because he learned that Shen Wuxiao was not a member of the Sword Alliance of the World, he had no scruples about making a move.

The long sword was castrated like lightning, and suddenly the knife light was dazzling, and Shen Wuxian didn't pull out the knife, the narrow scimitar had already sealed Luo Younian's long sword, and with a snap, the blade rebounded, shaking the long sword in Luo Younian's hand, and the residual strength was not fading, and then slapped on Luo Younian's cheek.

This frivolous disciple of the Wuji Sect was shot into the water again, and after a long struggle, he climbed to the surface of the water, and half of his cheek was swollen and high.

He Bikong praised: "The sword technique is good, but I still can't get rid of the sword intent." This young man's swordsmanship comes from swordsmanship, and he has the same path as kendo. ”

The three sons with long swords in their hands didn't expect this cold guy to shoot so quickly, and the knife seemed to have an extremely strong sword wind, seeing that their companions were humiliated, they stood in a triangle to surround Shen Wuxian.

Shen Wuxian's face was still bruised, but there was anger in his eyes. She turned around and pushed Miss Xiaoxiao away, and said in a deep voice, "You dodge, don't hurt you." ”

Miss Xiaoxiao, as a celebrity in Fengyue Place, has seen many big scenes, she naturally knows that these people are not easy to mess with, and immediately compensates the three of them, begging them to let Shen Wuxiao go.

Those people saw that Shen Wuxian stopped making a move, and did not speak, thinking that he was afraid. I thought that this guy's sword skills are haunting, could it be that he is crooked?

Their realm is low, and they can't see Shen Wuxian's cultivation from the sword technique, and seeing that the other party is not a member of the Sword Alliance in the world, they have nothing to fear, relying on the strength of the crowd, they just want to export their evil anger for their companions.

A red-faced young man laughed and said, "If I let this kid go, what benefit will Miss Xiaoxiao give me?"

Hearing this, several weak sons who were sitting close to them were very interested and also coaxed.

"Wow, wow, wow! Drink a glass of wine first, and then spend candles in this pavilion. ”

"Hahaha!"

"Yes, yes, yes, let's be grooms one by one...... Let Xiaoxiao girl have a spring supper until dawn. ”

The last sentence was said by a boy with a square scarf on his head, holding a folding fan in his hand, with excitement and smugness in his eyes.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that the more these people talked, the more they didn't speak, it was really shameless. With both hands on the railing of the cloister, he swung his body and shook over the turquoise water, and raised his hand to give the folding fan a slap.

This slap was not light, and the folding fan boy suddenly suffered a heavy blow, and before he could react, his right cheek was slapped again. The two palms made the Venus fly in front of him, spit out a mouthful of old blood, and his face was hot and painful.

He howled and scolded: "Do you know who my father is? My father is a servant of the Criminal Department, and he will definitely not let you go!"

Zhuo Zangfeng stared at him and sneered: "Say one more thing, believe it or not, I'll knock you down with a mouthful of dog's teeth!"

The boy who folded the fan immediately became honest, and the sons around him saw that Zhuo Zangfeng was violent, although they were all the children of some powerful officials and eunuchs, but they were powerless, and the heroes did not suffer the losses in front of them, so they endured this breath first and waited for the autumn to settle accounts.

These turbid sons usually rely on their father's backstage and often harass Xiaoxiao, if it weren't for the girl's cleverness and wit, they would have been taken into the water a long time ago, let alone keep their innocence.

Usually he dares to be angry but doesn't dare to speak, and he has to play with the snake on the spot, but now seeing Zhuo Zangfeng teach these frivolous children a lesson, although he is happy, he is faintly worried about the revenge of these people.

Luo Younian's three companions forgot their friends at this time, imagining the beautiful picture of the famous Xiaoxiao girl in Chang'an Fengyue Place, begging them personally, and they were not in a hurry to make a move.

Although they still won't let Shen Wuxian. But for them, it is not a great pleasure to torture people, to watch beautiful women cry and beg.

When the bustard mother heard the fight, she ran in a panic, shook the sweat towel in her hand, and panted and said, "Don't use force! Don't use force! Do you know who is in charge of this place?"

She was aggressive, pointing at Shen Wuxian and scolding, "Poor sour who can't get the money! This son is generous, but you are making trouble here with the old lady!"

Generally engaged in this kind of profession, there are strong backers behind them, and the more the bustard mother scolds, the more energetic he becomes.

Those rich and noble sons are all regular customers, and they can't cut off their financial routes, but they are not polite to those disciples of the sect who came forward to besiege Shen Wuxian.

In the past, there were many foreign guests who participated in the Qingyun List, but who dared to commit murder here?

The more the bustard mother thought about it, the more angry she became.

"You teenagers, don't look at the place when you are wild? This is not a martial arts training ground, and if you don't put away your weapons, you will be asked to arrest you one by one and deprive you of your qualifications for the examination!"

These words really had an effect, although those sect disciples were arrogant, but when they entered this hidden dragon and crouching tiger in Kyoto, they still knew some measure. Especially in this kind of mixed place, maybe you will meet a purple-robed master.

Although the cultivators were not directly controlled by the imperial court, they did not want to oppose the imperial court.

They quietly put their swords back into their sheaths, and they all silently walked back to their original positions along the corridor.

Luo Younian hated Shen Wuxian to the core, worried that it would really alarm the officers and soldiers of the government, so he couldn't help but delay the selection of the Qingyun List, glared at the young man with a knife in the pavilion, and left with his companions.

The beaten folding fan boy didn't know what to say in front of the bustard's mother, but the bustard's mother just laughed, persuaded for a while, and left in a huff.

The bustard's mother watched them walk out of the courtyard, walked in front of Zhuo Zangfeng, and said with a smiling face: "This son, it's not that I'm talkative, you have caused a big disaster." The son you beat is the son of the squire of the Chang'an Criminal Department, and his grandfather Niu Zhishui used to be the envoy of the festival, and he was the most protective of the short, so you should leave quickly! I don't want to see my guests captured by officers and soldiers in their own territory. (To be continued.) )