Chapter Forty-Three: The Blind Sword Is Nameless
To tell the truth, Yan Yun had the idea of making a direct move and stabbing the blind swordsman through it, but Lu Wutong stopped him, firstly, Yan Yun couldn't beat him yet, and secondly, there was no need to count it on Nameless because he had a grudge. You are a killer, you are hired to kill people, and the enemy does not go to the employer to trouble, but comes to find the killer, then this killer is too wronged.
The list of killing Zhao Feiyan has been revoked by Yan Luo Palace, and now he has no grudge against Yan Yun and them. Lu Wutong gave him money to help compete in martial arts, so he is now a pure person.
The position of the killer is like this, unpretentious and boring. Everything is business, and the only thing that needs to be observed is the spirit of the contract.
Lu Wutong patted Yan Yun's shoulder with a smile, and Yan Yun glanced at the blind swordsman a little speechlessly. He was still a little unacceptable.
"Do you have an accomplice?" Yan Yun asked, "It's the one who shoots an arrow in the distance." Yan Yun has a deep memory of the enemy who interfered with his tracking from a distance.
"Childe, I offended a lot last time, and I apologize here." A nice voice came from behind the door, and I saw a petite woman in yellow with a lovely face, holding a piano in her arms and bowing to Yan Yun with some restraint.
Yan Yun was stunned for a while, he never thought that the fierce and strong man he thought would be such a weak little girl. At least it has to be the same as that nameless, with a face of "I have feelings"!
"Uh...... It's okay, it's okay. Yan Yun looked at the aggrieved look, and his heart softened suddenly, and he couldn't raise the slightest anger.
Lu Wutong looked at it amusementively on the side, and stabbed Yanyun with his elbow and said, "People are killers." β
Yan Yun's face turned red: "Killer...... What's wrong with the killer?! β
Lu Wutong didn't speak, and Cersei was holding the piano like a little rabbit, hiding behind Nameless. This made Yan Yun a little hurt, as if he had become a bad person.
Yan Yun suddenly realized a question: "Will they live in the Buddha Monastery after that?" β
Lu Wutong nodded and said at the same time: "Is there anything wrong with this?" β
Yan Yun, a close friend of a monk, said: "Is there no problem with this? But looking at Lu Wutong's face, and the indifferent expression of not being at home anyway, Yan Yun knew that this thing completely regarded this Buddhist temple as his own territory. It is estimated that these two people were brought in by him! Did he ask for my opinion? Yan Yun roared in his heart.
Well, in fact, it stands to reason that the current owner of this place should be Wutian, but these two people have automatically filtered out Wutian......
"According to the contract, I still have to find a way to train this master to be a first-class master before the competition?" The blind swordsman turned his ear sideways and aimed at Yan Yun and said, "I'll say okay first, I won't teach people." β
Yan Yun's face twitched, but he said Who wants you to teach.
"It's okay, you just beat him every day, just don't beat him to death." Lu Wutong laughed on the side.
"If you don't die, it's going to be a little difficult." Nameless licked his lips a little demonically.
Yan Yun trembled for a while, and said in his heart, is it really okay for you two to say in front of me like this that you want to beat me! And at this moment, I saw that nameless suddenly moved, and a sword stabbed him!
Yan Yun was taken aback, through the conversation just now, he was somewhat slackened in his guard against the nameless, and the sudden sword had no time to defend at all. I saw that the sword hovered in front of Yan Yun's throat, and the sharp tip of the sword cut through Yan Yun's skin, and a little blood flowed out.
Yan Yun was furious and swung out a shot, but he couldn't catch the nameless man with his elegant body at all, and just swept the air.
Nameless sneered: "You're dead." β
Yan Yun: "Don't sneak attack!" β
Nameless grimaced: "Okay, I won't sneak attack." β
Yan Yun stared intently at the nameless sword and held the gun in his hand.
But I saw the nameless sword and another sword stabbing at him.
Yan Yun only felt that several phantoms appeared in the trance in front of him, which was different from the black smoke on Zhao Bing's spear. Zhao Bingna used internal force to promote that effect, and the reason why the nameless sword appeared was completely because of the fast. It was so fast that Yan Yun had no way to react at all, and his head couldn't keep up with the nameless sword trajectory!
A sword stabbed at him, Yan Yun didn't even fully lift the gun, and the sword was already pointed at Yan Yun's throat again.
Cold, Yan Yun only had this feeling towards a sword, without any bells and whistles. All the tricks were exhausted, leaving only a pure thorn, this thorn, seeing blood to seal the throat.
This is the first-class assassin, this is the murderous swordsmanship, and it is the swordsmanship that Nameless has learned in countless missions in the Yama Temple.
Feiyan fought with such a guy for a long time, and finally insisted on going over to save her? Yan Yun glanced at the woman in the yellow shirt who was hiding on the side, if it weren't for those two arrows that stopped him from chasing, maybe he would be dead by now!
Thinking about it, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and cold sweat flowed out of his body for a while, but at the same time, he was thinking about it, thinking about how he should resolve it.
His gun was too slow, and the skills he had learned were not fast enough. He couldn't catch up with Nameless, and he couldn't stop him from attacking, and after thinking about it repeatedly, he turned out to be a complete defeat against Nameless. What's more, that nameless oxtail needle has a trick to wipe and die!
"Come again!" Yanyun Road.
But Nameless sneered and said, "No." β
Yan Yun: "??? β
Nameless held the sword in his arms and did not speak.
"How?" Lu Wutong said to Yan Yun: "Have you figured out a way to crack that thorn?" β
Yan Yun shook his head: "Not yet, but you have to try." β
Lu Wutong smiled: "Try it? If you really fight, how can you have so many opportunities to try? β
Yan Yun only now understood that this was equivalent to a question left for himself.
"Understood." Yan Yun breathed a long sigh of relief.
Nameless shook his head and walked towards the courtyard of the West Wing, followed closely by the woman in the yellow shirt behind him.
Yan Yun looked at Lu Wutong and said, "He is indeed powerful, but if he really fights, I think it is not as good as Zhang Bianjiang." β
Lu Wutong shook his fan and said with a smile: "There is indeed a lot of difference between the first product and the super product. β
Yan Yun: "I have survived the three products, the nameless one product, but you have to take the two of us to compete with the super masters of the four countries, you are not afraid of losing the face of Linjue Temple, and then your plan will be lost?" β
Lu Wutong clapped his palms with a folding fan and said, "You don't have to worry about this, didn't the old emperor of Southern Chu postpone the Buddha worship ceremony." You just need to find a way to practice kung fu to a good grade before winter, and I will have my own way for this competition."
Yan Yun: "But there may not be so much time. The Zhao Bing I killed was the person of Zhang Shizhong, the eunuch of the palm print, although he did not quit leaving, but it was difficult to guarantee that he would not come to find fault. β
Lu Wutong smiled: "Don't worry, he won't dare." β
Yan Yun: "Why? β
Lu Wutong: "Since he is here, he wants to ensure the normal progress of the Buddha worship ceremony and the competition of the four countries, both of which are indispensable to the cooperation of Linjue Temple." Therefore, he will not have a bad relationship with Linjue Temple, and he will not dare to go to the Buddha Temple to find fault. In addition, you are a member of the Four Nations Competition, even if it is found out that you killed Zhao Bing, he will not dare to make a move on you before the competition? β
Yan Yun nodded, relieved. As Lu Wutong said, after Zhang Shizhong received the news, he quickly guessed that he would not quit Linjue Temple, but after thinking about it, he could only swallow his teeth in his stomach. At least until he worships the Buddha, he has to be patient.
Yan Yun sank his mind, but he thought about the back of the person who did not quit leaving. Didn't he think of that? Or did you want to get out of here for a long time, just looking for an excuse?
Lu Wutong: "What do you want?" β
Yan Yun mentioned the corner: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about my own gun." β
Lu Wutong laughed: "Think about it, when you come up with it, a product is just around the corner." β
Yan Yun smiled bitterly, thinking that it was so easy to practice to a product, Yan Yun still wanted to say something, but when he thought that he had made up for the shortcomings in martial arts moves, and then practiced superior mental methods and light skills, it might not be impossible.
Just as he was thinking, he saw the nameless and Cersei walking into a guest room in the west wing one after another, and then closed the door.
"I'm grass, why do they sleep in the same room?" Yan Yun is sour.
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Yan Yun...
Lu Wutong hit Yan Yun on the head with a folding fan.
"Martial arts! You're a street boy. β