Jin Sanfu could hear his heartbeat like a drum beat and his heavy and chaotic breathing, and the scene in front of him began to blur, whether it was Han Chuang, that hand, or the originally clear copper coin in his memory, all became blurry at this moment, so that he couldn't see the direction clearly.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dragging a long line of water on his cheeks.

"Have you thought about it?" Han Chuang's voice came from the air, like the cry of a demon in the distance, little by little, this voice seemed to turn into a sharp ice pick, chiseled into Jin Sanfu's ears.

"I-" He shook his head sharply, deciding to trust his eyes, what could be more credible than eyes? ”

"Back!" he said, with his usual firmness, with an obscure hesitation, which was obscure to the bones and blossomed.

Han Chuang smiled, lifted his hand, and said, "You are wrong. "The coin lay quietly on the back of the hand, like a sleeping child, and the obverse—there was nothing to doubt about it—the clear obverse, whether it was a pattern or a Chinese character, clearly indicated that it was the obverse of the coin.

Jin Sanfu felt like he had been fished out of a pond and lay straight on the table.

"How do you do that?" he asked.

"It's simple. Han Chuang shrugged his shoulders, "You believe in your eyes, what I did was the opposite. ”

Jin Sanfu smiled, smiled convincingly, he understood that even if he tried the same thing again, he would still lose, and the body would not be able to lose, this was a gap in the realm, and it was almost impossible to make up for it with technology.

"Okay, let's keep going, and hopefully don't make me regret it. ”

"No, trust me. Han Chuang said with a smile.

Monk Bu suddenly walked over, everyone saw him coming, but they didn't know how he came over, fast or slow? No one can really be sure, he seemed to be walking very slowly, step by step, but in fact, in the blink of an eye, he came to Han Chuang.

His gaze did not fall on Han Chuang, but on Nie Qingqing's face behind Han Chuang, his eyes showed a moment of obsession, but he quickly regained his clarity.

"We meet again. He said, "I don't know to whom."

Nie Qingqing smiled slightly and said, "Yes, we met again, I really want to thank you, if you don't let me, I can't get here." ”

The monk smiled slightly and said, "No, you can't thank me, I don't know if what I did was right or wrong, you shouldn't have come." ”

Nie Qingqing frowned slightly, and said, "But I'm already here, so I'm destined to not be able to leave." ”

The monk said, "Yes, you really can't go," his gaze fell on Han Chuang, "protect her and use your own life." ”

Han Chuang knew that this was what he said to himself, so he smiled slightly and stretched out his hand: "I will protect her more than my own life." ”

The monk nodded, stretched out a woman-like hand, and shook Han Chuang's hand.

The two hands were clasped in the air, and Han Chuang felt a hint of strangeness.

The hand that has practiced the palm cannot hide from him, the hand that has held the sword cannot hide it from him, and the hand that is good at using the hidden weapon, he can feel it as soon as he grasps it, but the hand of the monk is neither the hand that practices the palm, nor the hand that holds the sword, nor the hand that makes the secret weapon, this is a perfect hand, and there are no acquired wrinkles on the hand.

Han Chuang put away his doubts and laughed: "Your name is not a monk, right?"

"Not bad. ”

"Have you seen Liu Qingfu?"

"Not bad. ”

"You told her something. ”

"That's good. ”

"What is your purpose. ”

"Don't say. ”

Han Chuang stared at the eyes of the unmonk, trying to find any flaw in these peaceful eyes, but in the end he gave up, these eyes were like a lake of still water, and there were no waves in them.

The monk laughed and said, "How about I invite you to tea?"

Han Chuang gladly accepted.

None of the people present knew why he accepted it, even Nie Qingqing looked puzzled, but he did accept it.

"Shopkeeper, a pot of tea. The monk shouted, and at this time, Han Chuang felt a trace of human breath from his body.

Of course, a monk is a human being, but it is only at this moment that Han Chuang really feels that he is a human being.

People can laugh, the monk is laughing, and the monk smiled and watched the shopkeeper personally bring out a pot of tea.

It is the tea made from the water that he has been taking care of, the long mouth of the large teapot is aimed at the mouth of the small teapot, and the water is poured into it, without stirring or any action, allowing the water to flush up the tea leaves, and the tea leaves absorb water and expand into flowers, and finally slowly sink to the water, and the tea fragrance is overflowing.

This is good tea, the best tea, and it is the Biluochun that only the Jiangnan generation has.

The monk laughed, took the teapot, and poured it for Han Chuang in person, but the shopkeeper didn't leave, just stood next to him, bowing his head and pleasing his eyes.

Han Chuang was about to drink tea, but was stopped by the monk: "Wait, listen to me first and then drink." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly, made a gesture of please, and said, "But it's okay to say it." ”

Tea is good tea, the technique of making tea is also first-class, the oozing tea fragrance is only a small part, the real fragrance is condensed in the tea, such tea must be drunk while it is hot, and it loses its taste when it is cold.

But Han Chuang still decided to wait for the monk to finish speaking before drinking, as long as it is not cold, there is still a lot of time to drink tea.

The monk smiled and said to the shopkeeper beside him, "What kind of tea is this?" ”

The shopkeeper said: "Biluochun in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

The monk smiled: "Why do you want to serve such a good tea?" ”

The shopkeeper said, "You said you want good tea." ”

The monk said, "But this tea is so good." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Can't the guest officer pay for the tea?"

The monk laughed out loud, suddenly smiled, and said in a gloomy tone: "It's not that I can't afford to pay for tea, but I can't pay for it." ”

The shopkeeper smiled, every wrinkle on his face was smiling, and Han Chuang noticed that every wrinkle on the shopkeeper's face hid a wealth of emotions that no one could say.

Every wrinkle on his face was the mark of infinite pain.

"You're definitely not an ordinary tea shopkeeper?" Han Chuang asked, "Who are you?"

The shopkeeper smiled, the wrinkles on his face were clustered together, like an unfolded chrysanthemum, his gaze crossed the monk, fell on Han Chuang's face, stared at Han Chuang's eyes, and after a long time, only Ah Manman nodded and said, "Very good, you are very good." ”

He seemed to have a lot to say, but only those few words were enough.

The monk said: "The tea you serve is a poisonous tea that kills, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it." His eyes fell on the teapot, "It's a pity that no one can drink such a good pot of tea." ”

The shopkeeper said coldly: "There is no poison in the tea." ”

Han Chuang also looked at the monk with a puzzled expression, because there is indeed no poison in this tea, how can a tea without poison be called a deadly poisonous tea.

The monk smiled, sarcastically and coldly.

"There is really no poison in this tea. ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Then how do you say it's a deadly poisonous tea?"

The monk said: "Because the tea is not poisonous, the water is not poisonous, and it is still not poisonous when mixed, but once you drink it, it becomes the deadliest poison." ”

Wei Zhenye opened his eyes suddenly, and two cold lights shot out of his eyes.

"This water is—"

He was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by the monk: "The tea is Biluochun, and the water is the water of Crescent Lake." ”

Wei Zhenye was surprised and said: "It is rumored that Biluochun's tea and the water of Crescent Lake cannot be drunk together, and you will definitely die after drinking it." ”

The monk smiled: "That's right, you will definitely die." As he spoke, the teapot had already flown into his hand, and without any superfluous movements, the spout tilted, and the tea poured down, bursting a circle of white smoke in the air.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. The monk sighed as he fell. His movements are slow, but elegant, like a prince.

As soon as the shopkeeper's smile was closed, the surroundings on his face suddenly flattened, and the cold light flashed, and a three-foot Qingfeng appeared in his hand, stabbing at the monk's chest like a poisonous snake, he shot faster than a poisonous snake, and hated more than a poisonous snake.

The monk turned flat, avoiding the blade of the sword, and slapped his palm on the chest.

The shopkeeper's wrist shook, the cold light became more intense, and the tip of the sword pressed against the monk's cheek, making a whooshing sound.

The monk slapped his palm on the chest of the shopkeeper, making a dangling sound, as if he was slapping on the iron sheet. The two of them staggered, and they did not fight any longer.

The fierce light in the shopkeeper's eyes was not there, and he looked at the monk with a very calm eye.

"Who the hell are you?" he said, "why do you stop us three times and twice?" ”

Han Chuang pricked up his ears, and when he heard the word "we", his heart sank, and he said secretly: "Are there many people?" This shopkeeper is at least a master of the contemplation period, and so is the monk, there are still many such people, it is really terrifying.

The monk smiled, and an ordinary smile appeared on his handsome face, so ordinary that there was no trace of light.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that you don't go on. ”

The shopkeeper snorted coldly and said, "If you knew who we are, you wouldn't say that." ”

The monk laughed and said, "Of course I do." After a pause, he said, "Guardian Clan, right?"

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but have killing intent in the eyes of Han Chuang and the others.

"How do you know. He said in a deep voice.

This was tantamount to approving the monk's words, Wei Zhenye's eyes flashed, and he said, "But the guardian clan who guards the Linglong Pagoda?"

"Exactly!" said the shopkeeper's face with a look of arrogance.

Everyone's eyes fell on Wei Zhenye, Wei Zhenye shook his head, and said: "I don't know either, but I heard that there is a guardian clan in the Linglong Pagoda, but they have never appeared in front of people, I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect——"

"I didn't expect us to really exist, did we?" said the shopkeeper coldly.

"Yes," Wei Zhenye said, "I really didn't expect it." After a pause, he said, "So you killed the warriors in the camp before?"

The shopkeeper said arrogantly: "Yes, they deserve to die." ”

The monk shook his head and showed a compassionate expression: "No, no one should die." ”

The shopkeeper sneered: "Monk, don't fake mercy here, you thought you would save them, but you didn't save them, what kind of mercy do you pretend." ”

"No," the monk said with a smile, "People have a life, they should have a calamity in their life, and they can't avoid it, I saved them, they will still die because of other things, I saved them once, I can't save them for a lifetime." ”

"So sit idly by?" said the shopkeeper with a sneer, "isn't this false mercy?"

The monk said: "True or false, everything is - it is indispensable." ”

The shopkeeper sneered, "Since you said you can't save people, then why save them." The shopkeeper pointed to Han Chuang and the others.

Wei Hongqiong said angrily: "You old man, you want to kill us, right?"

The shopkeeper smiled: "Kill you because you deserve to die, and all the warriors who come to participate in the so-called Linglong Festival should die." ”

"You're wrong," the monk laughed, "and others deserve to die, but they shouldn't." ”

The shopkeeper sneered: "Monk, you are not in the world, what do you know?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice: "The monk knows a lot, and a lot of it knows. ”

The shopkeeper sneered: "Even if you know a lot, you can't stop me from killing them." With a wave of his right hand, the sword light flickered, and the long sword stabbed into the heart of Han Chuang who was directly in front.

This stab was fast and fast, without warning, ordinary people felt that there was no time to react, but there were two unusual people in the field, one was a monk and the other was Han Chuang.

Seeing Han Chuang turned sideways slightly, trying to dodge the sword, the monk had already blocked in front of him, stretched out his two hands, and clamped the long sword between his palms.

"No, why should the shopkeeper go against the sky?"

"A monk is a man who goes against the sky. The shopkeeper's wrist flicked, and the long sword was withdrawn from the monk's palm, pulling out three sword flowers in the air, and the sword flowers bypassed the monk and approached Han Chuang's chest.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and shouted, "Monk get out of the way, let me meet him." "Accurately find the tip of the sword, flick your fingers, and flick the edge away.

The shopkeeper was shocked and said, "I have some ability." "The hand does not stop, and the blade of the sword stabs like a poisonous snake.

Han Chuang walked slightly to the side, let go of the blade, stretched out his hand and pushed on the hilt of the sword, although the shopkeeper's long sword was as fast as a poisonous snake, but it was pushed by Han Chuang like this, it was like a poisonous snake being held by someone for seven inches, and it couldn't be used no matter what.

The shopkeeper's heart was shocked.

In fact, his sword technique is called the Golden Snake Sword Technique, and when it is displayed, it is like a swimming snake, ruthless and fast, but there is a flaw, that is, the wrist cannot be held by others, and once the wrist is held by someone, the sword technique is immediately broken.

When he fought with the monk, the monk couldn't crack his swordsmanship, but he didn't expect this kid who suddenly appeared to be able to see the subtlety of the golden snake's swordsmanship.

The strength of the shopkeeper was around the contemplation period, much higher than Han Chuang, and he shook Han Chuang with his sword, and shook Han Chuang away with his true qi, he did not continue to attack, but put away his sword and stood up, shouting: "How do you see the flaws in my swordsmanship." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Do you think I'll tell you?" The soft sword came out of its sheath and bullied forward.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up and he shouted, "It turns out that he is also a swordsman." With a flick of his wrist, he made a mess with Han Chuang.

Neither of them used their martial spirits, but the battle was not dull at all, and even fierce. One is extremely skilled and has a mysterious realm, and the other is excellent in swordsmanship and very eyesight, and the two have fought more than 100 moves, but neither of them has the upper hand.

The shopkeeper has decades of skill, and he is naturally much smarter than Han Chuang, a three-foot green blade, attacking more and defending less; although Han Chuang is on the defensive, he is not left behind, and every time he carries the sword, he points to the flaws in the shopkeeper's sword moves, and occasionally returns the move, which also makes the opponent tired to deal with.

Everyone watching the battle was watching with fascination, and at this moment, they suddenly heard two swishing swords, and Han Chuang's soft sword sword momentum changed, and it turned from defense to attack.

Jin Sanfu and Wei Hongqiong chuckled in their hearts at the same time, only to feel that Han Chuang's change was too risky, while Qi Yuan and Nie Qingqing's faces showed a clear smile.

And Wei Zhenye frowned directly.

He observed the process of the two fighting swords, and eighty percent of his attention was focused on Han Chuang, although the shopkeeper's swordsmanship was amazing, he could see that he had used a set of golden snake swordsmanship from the beginning to the end, while Han Chuang had a sword in the east and a sword in the west, and for a while the Luoxia Sect's Luohong three thousand, and for a while the Qingzhu Sect's Qingzhu welcomed guests, and his eyes were mixed with the Qingfeng Pavilion's Qingfeng Flowing Water Sword.

The miscellaneous sword moves and the chaos of change really make people feel like there is no trace.

Who is he? Wei Zhenye thought. He understood that the ordinary appearance was just a cover, but he couldn't peek into what was hidden under the appearance, he sighed deeply, and said secretly in his heart: "Gold leaf, do you really think he is the one who breaks fate?"

The battle in the field has entered a white heat, Han Chuang changed defense to attack, the swordsmanship is strange and abnormal, it seems that it is not to use force, but to take advantage of the situation and hit the enemy's vital point.

He knew that this shopkeeper was a master of the concentrating period, and now neither of them had used the martial soul, if the battle was to use the martial soul, it was still unknown who would win and who would lose, so he wanted to strike first to take advantage of the strong, but even so, the moves he attacked were taken over by the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper stabbed with a sword, Han Chuang had to take three steps back, turned around and swept out a sword, this sword used the technique of a soft whip, the tip of the sword suddenly turned, pointing straight at the chest of the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's long sword also pointed at his chest.

Both of them turned sideways at the same time to give way to the blade of the sword, and the tip of the sword slashed through the chest at the same time, piercing the shirt on the chest. The staggering of this sword can be described as dangerous and dangerous, and victory and defeat are only a millimeter, and if you are not careful, you may die.

Nie Qingqing also pinched a cold sweat, and was about to go up, when the overheard monk said in his mouth: "No, no, the two of you can't fight anymore." "Jump into the field.

At this time, it was the time when the two exchanged swords, and the monk could not rashly jump between the two, which was equivalent to being hit by the two swords, and he was about to die under the sword, only to see him put his hands together and exhale "No".

The two swords suddenly stopped, hanging at his sides, and no matter how hard the two of them were, they couldn't stab down.

The shopkeeper shouted: "Monk, what kind of demon method are you?"

Han Chuang sneered and said, "Old man, I don't know it, this can capture the dragon skill," put away his sword and stood up, and said to the monk: "I'm right, don't be a monk." ”