Although Cen Duan was shocked, he quickly calmed down as he had a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes, but his seemingly calm expression was unconsciously twitching: "I don't know what the steward is doing when he comes to find him late at night?" Jian Shumei put down the teacup in his hand, got up slowly, looked at Cen Duan, looked at each other, and was full of gunpowder for a while. Jian Shumei asked with a smile, "I just saw that you seemed to be looking for something, so I came to help." ”

Cen Di naturally didn't believe this false statement, and he sneered and refused: "I'm worried about things, I'm just checking this house out of the vigilance of the people in the rivers and lakes." After all, people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, so they must not blame me?" Jian Shumei waved his hand and smiled: "Naturally not, naturally not, just ......" Jian Shumei put his hands behind his back, wanted to speak and stopped, and walked slowly towards the door, but suddenly turned around, the expression on his face was strange and complicated, and then said, "There is just one thing, I don't know, I don't know Your Excellency, can you tell me?"

"Please make it clear. Cen Du's eyes were already murderous, but he was still pretending to answer, and his hands trembled a little. Jian Shumei sighed lightly and asked with a smile, "I don't know where your brother's brother is?" Cen Du chuckled lightly and replied, "He is comfortable to rest in the next room for the night." ”

Jian Shumei shook his head and said, "It's not the white-faced brother, but the little brother who is terminally ill and can't speak." I don't know if what Your Excellency is looking for, is it this brother?" Cen was so murderous that he gritted his teeth, his face was pale, and he jumped out of his mouth word by word: "I don't understand what Your Excellency meant......" Jian Shumei still refused to give up, and continued: "How can anyone cut off his own hands and feet and harm his own brother? If that little brother is really your own brother, how can you tie him up, throw him on the side of the bed, and point to his acupoints? I'm just afraid that the two of you will hide something?"

Cen Duan just wanted to do something to solve the guy in front of him. There was a loud noise behind Jian Shumei, and the two hurriedly looked at it, only to see that the closed door had been knocked open by Bai Wushou, and the latch had been broken, and Bai Wushou rushed into the house without saying a word, he threw off the iron cable flying claw that had been held in his hand and threw it at Jian Shumei.

It turned out that the walls of this house were not thick, Bai Wushou heard the faint sound of conversation in Cen Du's house, and he was suspicious, for fear that there would be some accidents, so he cautiously lurked outside the door, pasted on the door panel to eavesdrop/listen to the situation in the house, and saw that Jian Shumei was about to tear his face with Cen Du, so he made the first move and made the first move. And Jian Shumei and Cong Cen Ducai confronted each other in the house, so they didn't notice it.

The hook and claw of the dark iron flickered with a terrifying cold light, and flew towards the sword book eyebrow heavenly spirit, if this move was solid, even the skull would probably be lifted open by him. Jian Shumei hurriedly lowered his waist, dodged the flying hook claw, and turned back three or four times in a row, supporting the ground with both hands, and clamping the flying claw with both feet, Bai Wushou saw this and hurriedly pulled back the chain, wanting to retract the hook claw, but he couldn't shake half a point. In a hurry, his cheeks were red, sweat was like rain, Jian Shumei kicked the hook back again, Bai Wushou threw off the iron chain in order to remove his strength, and the hook claw slammed into the wall on the right, forcibly removing a layer of wall skin, and shattering several wall tiles.

Bai Wushou staggered backwards, and hurriedly retreated his left foot half a step against the table and chair behind him before standing on his heels, and Jian Shumei also stood up straight, Cen Du and Bai Wushou were left and right, sandwiching him in it. Bai Wushou made a preemptive move, but he didn't expect to be almost injured by Jian Shumei without taking half a advantage, so he was naturally furious, and hurriedly shouted: "Why doesn't the eldest brother do it yet!" Cen faint heard this, and was about to fight Bai Wushou on both sides, but Jian Shumei suddenly shouted: "Stop for the time being!"

Cen dim breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect this sword book eyebrow to show weakness, otherwise he really had to make a move, with his observation, the two of them might not be able to gain the upper hand. And Bai Wushou stared at Jian Shumei with a pair of eagle eyes, and said viciously: "If you want to fight, you will fight, why is there so much nonsense!" The grievances and resentment in his heart in the past few days do not know how painful it is, it is better to take this opportunity to fight a big battle, so as to vent the boredom in his heart.

But who knew that the sword scholar smiled and said: "I don't want to tie up with the two of you here, but when I see the unevenness of the road, I draw a sword to help, which is also the way that my generation of Jianghu people need to follow." Although I do not know the origin of their identities, nor do I know what grievances you have with the young man, and why you have taken him captive, I advise you to let him go. ”

"What a big breath!" Bai Wushou sneered, and said sarcastically with cold eyes, "Who are you? We have only met with you once, so we use such big words to bluff people?" Now that my brothers have joined forces, if you are afraid, don't meddle in your affairs, and we won't embarrass you, you just pretend that you didn't see it, and just let us spend the night. When we leave tomorrow, we will never see each other again, but if you deliberately make things difficult, don't blame my brothers for being ruthless!"

In the face of such a threat, Jian Shumei naturally didn't take it to heart, and still said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, two, I really don't want to fight with you, but if you don't want to let go of that young man, with all due respect, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this too white building." Cen Du and the others were slightly stunned when they heard this, even if the two of them already knew that Jian Shumei's martial arts were not under the two of them, but if they really moved, although the two of them could not take advantage, but it must not be difficult for them to retreat, but this Jian Shumei was not very old, but his tone was amazing.

"What if we want to take him away?" Cen asked tentatively, narrowing his eyes.

Jian Shumei smiled faintly, and did not answer directly, but asked: "I don't know where the two come from, and who are their surnames?" Bai Wushou shouted: "You still wait for the Netherworld Mansion and ask Lord Yama!" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly made a move, the cold iron chain in his hand rubbed against the skin and flew out from his fingertips, and the flying claws at the tip of the tip rushed towards the door of Jian Shumei's face like a fierce tiger and silver snake, and the strong wind swept and the murderous aura was surging. Cen Du didn't dare to slack off, and directly whipped out the thunder fire hidden in the robe, flashing with golden light, and hit it three ways under Jian Shu's eyebrows.

One end and one tail, up and down, one left and one right, two sides of the pinch, Jian Shumei is not in a hurry, not in a hurry, slowly pulled out the soft sword wrapped around the waist, the soft sword is extremely light, seems to have no weight, and like a flexible silver snake, following the order of Jian Shumei, reversed in the palm of the hand, with the wrist flying, flashing a little silver light, the movement is clearly very slow, but the sword body is extremely quickly involved in the iron cable, the sword body is attached to the chain, rotated up, driving the iron rope together, lost the head.

Bai Wushou was sweating profusely and clenched his teeth, but no matter how he pulled, the originally obedient iron chain was no longer under his control, but flew with the soft sword that was only three or four inches long. And the sword and the eyebrows dealt with Bai Wushou on the one hand, and calmly dealt with Cen Dusk on the other, stumbling on his feet, seemingly out of order, and his steps were chaotic, but one move and one style, step by step, there seemed to be some hidden rules. Cen Du lashed out several times, or hit the thigh, or hit the ankle, or attack the vital point, but he couldn't hurt the sword and the eyebrows in the slightest.

I saw that his body was as light as a swallow, flexible and free, his legs overlapped and changed, his feet were unstable, and his body swayed with it, as if he was drunk, but he was able to defuse the attack of the two in slow movement, unload his strength, avoid moves, use his strength to fight, and seek opportunities to counterattack. After twenty or thirty moves, Cen Duan and Bai Wushou gradually couldn't parry, it was difficult to connect the moves, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and the flaws became more and more. Not only did he fail to take advantage, but he was separated by the soft sword of Jian Shumei's seven or eight hair-thin openings, oozing red blood.

What's even more infuriating is that in stark contrast to the two of them, it is the relaxed appearance of the sword eyebrows, which is not only more than enough to deal with the two, but seems to be as easy as a palm. When Bai Wushou stepped forward, he flew up with one foot, and was kicking towards Jian Shumei's chest, but he was blocked back with a soft sword, and the tenacious soft sword flicked slightly, Bai Wushou had to turn out three or four somersaults to vent his strength, turned around and fell, swayed a puff of smoke and dust, and quickly turned around and flew out of the iron rope in his hand.

And Jian Shumei no longer seemed to want to entangle with the two, but turned defense into offense, in the face of the still fierce offensive, Jian Shumei turned his head and flashed the flying claws, as if he didn't care about a few hairs that were torn off, his figure flashed, and the afterimage was repeated, but Jian Shumei, who was still slow to move, suddenly accelerated, and came to Bai Wushou in the blink of an eye, startling him to take two steps back and take a cool breath. When Cen Du saw this, he was about to fly to save him. I didn't want the sword to hear the movement behind him, so he only threw the soft sword behind him, and the sword warehouse fell casually, but it was separated at Bai Wushou's iron cable flying claw, and the broken flying claw was ejected, forcing Cen Duan to retreat again and again, and constantly waved the copper thunder fire whip in his hand to open the fragments of the flying claw.

The fragments roared and flew away, deeply rooted in the surrounding walls, and the walls cracked several more cracks, and the body of the Thunder Fire Whip also left many clear traces. The tiger's mouth was extremely sore, and the beads of sweat hanging on Cen Di's forehead continued to tremble with his heavy breathing. And the iron chain in Bai Wushou's hand fell weakly, and Jian Shumei, who was standing in front of him, smiled slightly, just blowing a breath, and he was so frightened that Bai Wushou's soul flew away, only to feel a strong smell of wine wrapping his entire head, making him breathless.

And Jian Shumei did not embarrass Bai Wushou, but flashed away, his left hand held the falling soft sword upside down, and took the soft sword into his arms with his lower waist, the hilt of the sword was facing his lips, he came to a drinking posture, laughed three times in his mouth, and said loudly: "The ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name!" Bai Wushou was shocked by the majestic spirit, stood motionless in place, and when he reacted, he hurriedly pulled the iron rope and swept towards Jian Shumei's calf.

Jian Shumei shouted: "Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"