The dawn of dawn fell in front of the windowsill, the slight cold of the autumn night was replaced by a faint warmth, Huangfu Xiaoyuan got up early, she meticulously did the work of a maid, and completely integrated into the role.

When the sky is white, the little master of Shaolin will bring a meal, and they have never slackened off in hospitality, Huangfu Xiaoyuan stayed alone in the courtyard after washing, looking at the sunrise in the sky.

Half of the hour passed, and Huangfu Xiaoyuan calculated that the time was almost the same, so he pushed the door into Lu Hanjiang's room, and the young man who slept on the bed and his clothes was sleeping peacefully and comfortably, and the smile hooked on the corner of his mouth should have dreamed of something good, which made people not envious.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan looked at that face, slightly distracted, she unconsciously took a step forward, and with a bang, the heavenly machine was on her neck with the cold light.

Lu Hanjiang, who turned over and sat up, did not have a trace of temperature in his eyes, and his cold gaze seemed to be staring at a dead object.

After a short moment, Lu Hanjiang's gaze became a little more brilliant, and he caught a glimpse of a faint blood mark on the white jade neck at this moment, so he immediately put away his sword and smiled apologetically: "You came early today." ”

Finally escaping from that terrifying gaze, Huangfu Xiaoyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and she said, "I don't know when the adults practiced the ability to kill people in this dream. ”

"I'm not Cao Mengde, I can't kill people in my dreams."

Lu Hanjiang got up, took the towel from Huangfu Xiaoyuan's hand, rubbed it on his face, and threw it into the basin, and said with a smile: "When I kill people, I am usually very sober. ”

Huangfu Xiaoyuan did not speak, but silently did the work of a maid, tidied up Lu Hanjiang's clothes, served tea and poured water.

When Lu Hanjiang had eaten the meal, he beckoned her to sit down together: "Let's go together." ”

Huangfu Xiaoyuan shook her head and refused, but Lu Hanjiang said casually: "Don't be restrained, the current 'Moon Lifeng' is a casual person who doesn't like secular etiquette, you can sit down with peace of mind." ”

This is clear, and Huangfu Xiaoyuan is on the table.

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At the same time, the Jianghu guests in the Southern Shaolin, just like yesterday, gathered around the ring early, waiting for which hero could kill the majesty of this free faction today.

In the crowd, Hu Qianzhong, who lost his boss face after yesterday's defeat, also came, he had a gloomy face, ignoring the whispers of the people around him, and staring at the ring with a pair of eyes, although there was no ugliness of gnashing his teeth, but the fierceness of not saying a word was even more terrifying.

When the time passed, a round of daylight was almost topping, and Lu Hanjiang was late.

He is like a noble son who admires the flowers and gardens, and his unhurried steps make the hearts of the people who are looking forward to it unhappy for a while, but he acts on his own, and does not care about the eyes of others at all.

When Lu Hanjiang got into the ring slowly, Xuan Ku said Amitabha, looked around, and asked, "Which donor has come to challenge today?" ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one moves, most of them are spectators when the rivers and lakes are competing, playing a role in setting off the atmosphere, where do you dare to really go up and call the heirs of the free faction.

Because no one left the conversation like Hu Qianzhong yesterday, they didn't know who would come out today and leave the wind for a while.

Just when the people were talking in their ears and whispering, a person walked in with light steps, holding a mediocre iron sword in his right hand, holding a sword trick in his left hand, his body was like a green pine, and his words were concise: "Wudang forgets the dust, please teach Yue Gongzi." ”

Yesterday was Hengshan, today is Wudang, now the onlookers have a blessing in their eyes, one by one staring at the ring, for fear of missing a little bit of excitement.

With the age of forgetting dust and the status of the rivers and lakes, it is really modest to say a word of teaching, and even, if it were not for the vivid record of defeating Hu Qianzhong with a sword yesterday, few people should be cautious, thinking that this Wudang faction wants to squeeze the free faction with words.

"Please."

Lu Hanjiang's response was equally concise and clear. He doesn't have any bad feelings towards the Wudang faction, but he doesn't have any good feelings either, and this forgetful dust is not like Hu Qianzhong, who took the initiative to hit the muzzle.

So in this scene, Lu Hanjiang did not take the initiative to attack, but deliberately slowed down his movements, first, to lead Na Wangchen to take the initiative to attack, so that he could observe a few moves of Wudang swordsmanship, and second, to hide a little clumsiness, so that this ring scene could continue to sing.

Seeing that Lu Hanjiang stopped moving, he didn't hesitate to forget the dust, and stabbed the sword before taking three steps, and the two of them came and went, and the blade of the sword touched a few moves.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the sharpness of that day, the sword of Forgotten Dust always avoided confronting Lu Hanjiang head-on, but Lu Hanjiang was also deliberately slowing down, which led to the fact that in the eyes of the people around him, where was the competition between the two, it was clear that they were dancing swords, or they were dancing their own dances.

Lu Hanjiang also sensed that something was wrong, why was this forgetful dust so afraid, not that the seven sons of Wudang who supported the façade were all shows, right?

He was puzzled in his heart, but the movement in his hand was not slow, he hid his left hand under the sleeve, and held the heavenly machine in his right hand to stab out, which seemed to be a slow sword, but suddenly accelerated at the final pass, a surprise stab, Forget Chen dodged sideways but hooked the sword belt, and then was picked by the opponent's horizontal sword, and the scabbard slipped to the ground.

Forget Chen glanced at the scabbard on the ground, his face didn't react much, he settled down, and took the initiative to stab out with a sword, but was entangled by Lu Hanjiang with a sword.

Lu Hanjiang controlled the heavenly machine with his internal strength, tightly clinging to the iron sword of Forgotten Dust, the two of them flipped their wrists at the same time, and the two swords drew circles of different sizes in the air, and the iron sword trembled continuously, as if it was about to be unable to support it.

Forget Chen's brows furrowed slightly, urging the internal force to attach to the sword body, wanting to use this to shake the heavenly opportunity, Lu Hanjiang poured internal force into the sword on the one hand to fight against it, but on the other hand, the left hand hidden in the sleeve turned into a palm and suddenly burst out.

But the strange thing came, this originally invincible Bai Hong's palm technique, but it was also met by the forgetful dust with the palm technique, and the two palms hit together, and they canceled each other.

This forgetful dust actually saw the reality of Bai Hong's palm technique at a glance, and cracked it, which is really a bit unbelievable.

Lu Hanjiang's mind moved, and the sword in his hand directly swept away the forgotten dust between the internal forces, and then caught up, the heavenly machine swung forward, the black and white sword gang spun again, and the three swords of the heavenly path shot directly.

Facing a sword with strong killing intent, Na Forget the dust did not dodge, and made a move that surprised Lu Hanjiang, he actually used the same sword move to pay homage to himself, and the two sword gangs cut out left and right also turned into two-color hook jade, which was the three swords of the Heavenly Dao of the Huangfu Jade Book.

The swords of the two sides collided with each other, and the turbulent wind and waves set off smoke and dust in the sky, and all the spectators from the rivers and lakes hurriedly covered their faces.

On the field, Lu Hanjiang's footsteps were like arrows, and the heavenly sword moves in his hand changed again, like a torrential rain, and the sword qi was like raindrops splashing, and that forgetful dust also danced the iron sword, and the exact same move came at his fingertips.

It seems to be like a mirror inside and outside, Lu Hanjiang and Wangchen also used the three swords of the Heavenly Dao, and the same sword moves were also helpless against each other, and in the same way, their sword moves all carried a sense of disobedience.

Lu Hanjiang suddenly put away the sword, and the gaze that looked at the forgotten dust also became deeper, he finally came back to his senses, that forgotten dust was not a serious Heavenly Dao Three Swords, he was the same as himself, he was a half-way monk, and he used other people's moves to fight the enemy here.

This "Forget the Dust" is not that he can't use the profound Wudang swordsmanship, but now he doesn't know other Wudang swordsmanship at all, this guy is actually the same as himself, and he makes a little Wuxianggong!