As soon as the words fell.

The sword is out of the body.

The incomparably sharp sword qi only showed its edge, and the murderous intent contained in it made everyone's scalps tingle!

The two fought in an instant, and the sword qi cut several cracks around them, and even the unknown attackers were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

Suddenly, both sides stopped.

"Why don't you get out of your body?"

"This sword is too sharp to fit."

"What's not suitable?"

"I'm afraid you'll lose money, you don't have money now."

Liang Tianmu was silent for a moment.

"Give me back the money!!"

The long sword in his hand faintly flashed a white light, volleying above the blade.

As soon as the two swords touched, the scabbard made of bronze in Fang Xing's hand was directly sharpened like rotten wood.

Liang Tianmu's face turned pale, and he took a step back and took a breath.

Fang Xing looked at the sword in his hand and asked in surprise:

"Jianmang!?"

"Have you practiced your sword?"

Liang Tianmu raised his head and said with a smug face:

"How's that, awesome!"

"No one has practiced in Huashan for more than 100 years!"

"Hurry up and return the money to me, or my sword will be handed directly up, and this one in your hand will be ......"

As he spoke, Liang Tianmu gestured with his sword.

The sword in his hand was swung with the strength of his hand, and he heard a loud sound.

"Alas, your sword is so brittle......"

"Fog grass!"

"My sword!"

"My sword, !!"

Fang Xing took the sword and wanted to explain, telling him that after all, the material in his hand was extraordinary, but he felt that he might not know what an evil god or a Mary Sue was, so he didn't bother to say anything.

The monk in the back stood up and dragged Liangtianmu, who was rolling on the ground, to the table, and explained to Fang Xing while dragging it:

"The sword in his hand cost him half of his net worth, and it's normal to feel distressed."

"It's okay, you can return the money to him later, and he can buy it again."

"Don't give it, he's crying, we've all tried, crying."

The two of them were defeated in a row, and many elite disciples who originally wanted to come out were silent.

The strength that Fang Xing is showing now.

Unless everyone goes up together, don't do it, you may hurt him.

But that's not appropriate, right?

Although the beauty is good, she will not exchange her life!

Right now.

A young Taoist squeezed directly through the crowd and walked towards him.

"Let one let let one go, thank you."

Stand still in front of Fang Xing, clench your fists and arch your hands:

"Hello owner, there is no leaf in the lower Kunlun Paiqiu."

This name once again caused an exclamation around him.

Kunlun Paiqiu has no leaves and is known as the new three uniques of contemporary Kunlun.

Previously known as the Kunlun Three Uniques, it was still the old ancestor who revitalized Kunlun with his own strength.

It is said that Qiu Wuye was born extremely wise, and the Kunlun faction learned a total of 1,275 swordsmanship before the age of seventeen, and was also taught the internal skills of the head in advance by the head of the sect.

"You're also here for a joust?"

"Yes, but no."

After speaking, Qiu Wuye walked directly towards the table behind him.

Fang Xing: ????

"What do you mean, you're not here to compete?"

"yes, but I don't think it's necessary."

The Taoist waved his hand, and after sitting down, he patted Liang Tianmu first to show comfort.

This continued:

"I am known as the Three Uniques, the internal strength of the music and swordsmanship."

"This bald donkey's voice is stronger than mine, this retarded... It's not that you say you! Wrong, wrong! ”

"Liang Tianmu's swordsmanship is stronger than mine, and he has practiced swordsmang, how can he compare?"

"The rest is internal strength, and I don't think there is any need to compare."

After speaking, he let out a long sigh.

A square table was filled.

Fang Xing also sat back at the table, took out melon seeds from his pocket, and divided a handful of them into each person.

By the way, I also returned the silver ticket to Liangtianmu.

No way, what the monk said is true, he cries too loudly, and he feels embarrassed to sit together!

"Just the two of you?"

"No, four, the little old way is also here."

"Then why didn't he come out?"

"Ah, he has a grudge against you, and he said he had to prepare well."

As soon as I heard that there was a grudge.

Fang Xing's expression became solemn.

After all, the identity of the owner of the village, there are too many enemies!

"Dare to ask, what kind of hatred?"

"His daughter-in-law knows you, and she is not a daughter-in-law, his fiancée knows you, and then runs away with you, and then he understands."

"Yes, we saw his daughter-in-law on the way here, and I found out that I was pregnant after I met you, and later married a very handsome rich man."

"So didn't you finally find you here, and I said I had to have a good fight."

Fang Xing pondered for a moment.

Well.

Very familiar routine.

It's another pregnant woman who makes herself carry the black pot!

This time, I also carried a big one!

"The little old way you are talking about is ......"

"Great disciple of Wudang!"

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment.

"This generation or the previous generation?"

"This generation."

Fang Xing was immediately relieved.

In memory, this generation of Wudang disciples really has nothing to do with the owner.

That is, the eldest disciples of the previous generation have entanglements with themselves.

A few people chatted, drank tea, and ate melon seeds.

Not far away, the raiders stood in place.

Suddenly I felt very lonely.

Although, there have indeed been times when the strategy mission was not taken seriously.

But it's the first time that you don't think of yourself as a living person!

Didn't he bring someone to ask for an explanation, and finally let Fang Xing marry him?

So why did it suddenly become a martial arts party!

Looking at Fang Xing, who was chatting in front of him, the raider plucked up his courage again and strode forward and shouted:

"Fang Xing!"

"I ask you!"

"Would you like to-"

[Come and die!] 】

A blue-clothed Taoist suddenly appeared on the field, shouting loudly, and taking bagua steps with both hands Taijiquan under his feet.

Running the internal force, a gossip Taiji diagram actually faintly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Fang Xing got up to fight.

On the table, Kunlun Paiqiu Wuye swallowed melon seeds and said:

"I'll just say that there is no need to compare the internal force, if you look at the internal force of the little old man, it is outrageous!"

"When my master cultivated to the point of internal strength, he was in his fifties, and he was still praised as a genius!"

In the first two games, in fact, they were all point-to-point, and both sides could feel it.

However, as soon as this fight was made, Fang Xing felt wrong.

The other party is really here!

And for some reason, the person in front of him kept throwing his fist in his face.

Even if it is obvious that there will be one more kick, he will not dodge, and the moves are all aimed at the face!

Fang Xing no longer kept his hands.

In addition to his physical and internal strength, he is now far stronger than the opponent, and he is not an opponent at all in terms of moves.

It can be said that the other party can't hurt himself.

In this way, you can also practice more tricks and accumulate experience against the enemy.

The two sides intervened and switched, and there were back and forth.

Whether they were snorting melon seeds on the table or standing from a distance and watching, they couldn't take their eyes off watching the two sides fight.

Only the raiders.

Standing on the sidelines, feeling the flying sand and rocks in your face.

Slightly helpless.

(End of chapter)