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Can the competition be compared like this?

Han Chuang showed a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, and saw the man in white smile slightly, and said lightly: "Fair competition, naturally." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hearing this, Nie Qingqing, who was behind Han Chuang, suddenly had his eyes lit up and said, "You are a fair swordsman?"

"Fair Swordsman?" Han Chuang stared at Nie Qingqing with puzzled eyes.

Nie Qingqing smiled slightly and said, "About three hundred years ago, a strange swordsman appeared on the rivers and lakes, and he competed with people everywhere, and the method he used was still a particularly strange fair duel. ”

"As much true qi you use, I will have as much true qi. Nie Qingqing laughed as she spoke.

You must know that in people's traditional concepts, martial arts competitions are sacred things, and this method made by the fair swordsman is tantamount to turning the sacred into a joke.

Han Chuang glanced at the man in white and said, "Those people are willing to compare like this?"

Nie Qingqing glanced at him and said disdainfully: "What can you do if you don't want to? The Fair Swordsman himself is superior in strength, if he doesn't compare like this, who can beat him." After a pause, he continued: "This fair swordsman has been debuting for ten years, and has experienced more than 200 competitions without defeat, and finally won the reputation of an undefeated swordsman. He also founded the famous Sword Villa, which later shocked the rivers and lakes. ”

Han Chuang's matter of the Famous Sword Villa is clear, it became very prosperous a hundred years ago, and then gradually declined, and now it is not famous in the rivers and lakes. But that's the case, it was also a well-known name back then, and no one dared to underestimate it.

This person is actually the founder of the Famous Sword Villa? Why is he here? Han Chuang's eyes as he looked at the man in white filled with more doubts.

At this moment, the man in white smiled: "What fair swordsman, what famous sword villa is just a thing of the past, now the old man is just a guardian in the Linglong Pagoda, I know you want to pass through this layer," he shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture, "Then defeat me, after defeating me, you will naturally be able to go up." ”

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, knowing that the man in white threatened him with such a thing as climbing the stairs, which meant that this matter should not be good, so he frowned and said, "In this way, then it will be offended." ”

The man in white laughed: "A martial arts competition is a martial arts competition, what is not offended," he pointed to Liu Qingfu and the others: "Each of them is offended and offended, but in the end, I will never leave my hand." ”

Han Chuang read a sharp sword aura on the man in white, this sword aura was like a bone-devouring aura, devouring his patience little by little.

He frowned, raised his right hand, black light flickered, and the Xuantie heavy sword appeared in his hand. The light fell on the sword, and a dark light bloomed.

"The name of the sword is Xuantie, and it weighs three hundred catties. ”

There was a flash of golden light in the eyes of the man in white, and there was a surging battle intent in it. At first, he didn't have any confidence in Han Chuangbao, after all, a twenty-year-old young man can understand kendo to some extent, even when he is twenty years old, I am afraid that he can only be called an introduction to kendo.

But since the appearance of this black and translucent Xuantie heavy sword, all the contempt immediately disappeared, and he knew very well that the person who could use such a sword was by no means an ordinary person, or even an ordinary swordsman, and he must have a special understanding of swordsmanship to use such a sword.

He smiled coldly, and there seemed to be a strange meaning hidden in his smile.

For a few minutes, no one spoke, only laughter echoed through the space. In the end, it was Han Chuang who broke this strange silence: "Aren't the seniors going to make a move?"

The man in white smiled and said, "No, the old man is strange, why would you use such a sword." You must know that the sword is light and agile, so most of the swords in the rivers and lakes are light long swords, and there are even some sinister short swords and soft swords with partial edges, but it is the first time that the old man has seen such a heavy sword. ”

This is not just because of the hunting heart, but also because of the strong interest in Han Chuang, the man in white has experienced hundreds of duels in his life, of which there are only a few dozen cases that can make him see the hunting heart, and there are even fewer that can make him interested in this person.

This is the only point, Han Chuang can be proud. Of course, he didn't know this, he just thought it was the man in white who was laughing, so he frowned and said in a deep voice: "Senior, don't be confused, this heavy sword is my sword, and there is nothing mysterious in it, it's just a sword." My swordsmanship is not about absolute lightness, so it's no surprise that the sword I use is different from the others. ”

The man in white smiled: "It's extreme, it's extreme, the old man is in love." sighed, and said: "There are so many martial arts in the world, the old man has seen only one or two of them, even if it is swordsmanship, the old man does not dare to say that he can see the whole picture, there are always so many will become pearls in the sea, your swordsmanship must be as you said, and the world's swordsmanship is very different." ”

Han Chuang didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence.

The man in white continued: "Since this is the case, the old man will not ask, the special swordsmanship with the special sword, the old man is fortunate to see it, and it is not in vain that I promised the man to guard the pagoda." However, the old man has said first, although your swordsmanship is strange, but the old man will never show mercy because of this. If you lose, you'll end up like them. ”

Han Chuang's gaze swept over Liu Qingfu and the others' faces, his expression changed slightly, and then he regained his indifference.

"Why did my predecessors mess with my state of mind. ”

Seeing Han Chuang's performance, the man in white not only nodded slightly, "If I don't mess up, what I do will be in vain." I'm just going to try one last time if you're really a swordsman. ”

"Result?" Han Chuang's eyelids lifted slightly, and two cold lights shot out of his eyes.

The man in white looked at the cold light as nothing, and said indifferently: "After a try, it is really a superior state of mind, no wonder these people respect you so much, I only hope that you can also be worthy of their respect in swordsmanship." ”

Han Chuang laughed, sneering and cold. "In swordsmanship, a certain person has full confidence!" As he spoke, a surging sword qi burst out of his body and lingered around his body.

The man in white looked at him and put away his contempt. His hand was raised, and slowly, almost reverently, he drew the sword in his hand, which turned out to be a wooden sword.

"A homemade wooden sword can't cut iron like clay, can't cut gold and jade, it's just the most ordinary wooden sword. He took a deep breath and a mysterious smile appeared on his face, "This is the old man's sword." ”

The air in the early hours of the morning was cold, and the water vapor at low altitude condensed into a thin layer of fog, enveloping the entire city that never sleeps. The hustle and bustle of last night finally came to an end at this moment, and even the fatigue after the hustle and bustle.

There was no one on the streets, and even the small traders knew very well that early morning was not a good time to do business, and that in the city that never sleeps, he would rather go to bed late than get up early.

The inn of the Zizhu monk was an early watchman, and the first guest in the morning was ushered in, who was also a monk, not a monk. Monk Zizhu's wrinkled old face rarely showed a smile.

"You're here. ”

"If you don't come, I'm afraid it'll be too late. ”

"Tea?"

"Drinking. ”

"The tea is not good enough?" Monk Zizhu looked at the monk with interest, and two obscure lights were released in his eyes, "Monks don't drink alcohol. ”

The monk closed his eyes slightly, making an intoxicated expression, "But I smell a smell of wine," he opened his eyes suddenly, with a golden light in his eyes, "The authentic daughter of Southwest Shuzhong, Hong, has just been opened." ”

"I still can't hide it from you," Monk Zizhu laughed, got up, took out two jars of wine from behind the counter, and threw one jar to the monk. ”

Whether intentionally or not, his throw was not simple, but he used a clever technique, and the wine jar spun violently in the air, making a buzzing sound.

The monk looked at him, stretched out his hand to see the wine jar in his arms, turned around and retreated, and turned three times in a row before the strength on the wine jar was unloaded, but in the whole process, the wine did not leak a drop.

Monk Zizhu smiled coldly, did not speak, and did not react at all, as if everything was under his control.

The monk shook his head, opened the wine seal, and a clear aroma came to his nose, he was not pretentious, he looked up and took a sip, and the wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth, like two small waterfalls.

"Good wine!"

Monk Zizhu frowned and said, "Why is there good wine, we drink tea." ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "That's right, that's right, this is tea, it's tea." ”

In about ten minutes, the two jars of wine were at the bottom, and the two sat opposite each other, their expressions indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

After a few more minutes, Monk Zizhu spoke: "Recently, you have made a lot of trouble in the city that never sleeps, and everyone up and down knows about it. ”

The monk smiled and said, "They only know that someone is making trouble, but they don't know who it is, and they don't know that there is a monk from the Beihai Zen Monastery inside." ”

Monk Zizhu shook his head, an unfathomable smile on his face.

"It won't be a long-term secret. ”

"You can hide it for as long as you can," said the monk disapprovingly, "and you don't need to hide it for as long as you can." ”

Monk Zizhu's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "It's progressing again?"

The monk didn't speak, just tapped the table with his hand, and the sound of dong dong sounded in the empty inn, a total of six times, and the purple bamboo monk counted clearly and heard clearly.

He smiled, and the wrinkles on his face coalesced together like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Okay, I'm relieved. ”

The monk shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't rest assured, don't forget that these forces entrenched in the city that never sleeps are not ordinary people." ”

Monk Zizhu laughed and said, "What else can compare to the monk of the Beihai Zen Monastery? ”

The monk shook his head and said: "What name is false, in the face of absolute interests, only absolute strength is the most knowledgeable guarantee, and I-" He suddenly raised his head and stared at Monk Zizhu's smiling face, "I don't have this strength." ”

Monk Zizhu looked at him, he also looked at Monk Zizhu, the two looked at each other between square inches, no one spoke, no one wavered, this state lasted for a long time, until a loud rooster crowed, and the sun rose.

"Why are you here?" said Monk Zizhu suddenly.

The monk smiled and lowered his voice, "I need your help." ”

This is really the reason why the monk can't come here, Han Chuang has already passed the sixth layer of the pagoda, and has seen the Nie District, and he will soon reach the seventh layer, some of the variables are already doomed, he will break out of the tower, and then he will definitely become the object of competition for all the forces in the city that never sleeps, and the monk must prepare early.

Since Han Chuang agreed to let him enter the tower, then he would also guarantee Han Chuang's safety, but judging from the current situation, just the Evil Moon Sect and the Hu family may be difficult to resist the union of all the forces in the Sleepless City, even if he adds the name of his Beihai Zen Temple, it may not be able to make those outlaws retreat, so he needs someone, a person who has the strength to ensure Han Chuang's safety.

Monk Zizhu changed his comfortable sitting posture and said with a smile: "Why should I help you? This is a thankless task, and I can't say that Lao Gao's life has fallen here." ”

When it comes to this, I'm still pretending to be stupid.

The monk slandered in his heart, but said: "When this is the case, I will open the skylight and say cool words, you are not a monk." ”

"That's right. Monk Zizhu admitted indifferently, and he couldn't see any change on his face.

"From the last time you treated me, you are also for Han Chuang's safety. ”

"That's right. Monk Zizhu said again.

"So if you help me, you are also helping Han Chuang, and you are also helping yourself. Am I right?"

"That's right, too. Monk Zizhu twisted his beard and smiled slightly.