But when he landed, his delusional eyes changed, and his tone also changed, and there was a suffocating coercion in his eyes and tone, and he said calmly: "I'm really curious enough, Yan Yun rode into the rivers and lakes, is it possible that he plans to compete with Dusk Hanlou so soon." Even if you want to compete with each other, can you ask you to ride heavily to deal with me, my white shadow's face, can't you use a few minions to get away?"

"Does the thief mean that the two of us are not qualified?" The water rider on the side was not angry when he heard this, but seemed to have heard a very cold joke, and he didn't know whether to laugh or frown.

"I don't want to hurt people's lives, but you two have repeatedly blocked my way and taught me how difficult it is. ”

"The four thieves are unique in the world, and they are all among the best ······"

"Wait. He interrupted the water rider's words, and picked his ear with the little finger of his right hand, "Count one and two, there are four thieves in the world, one and two, who is one or two?"

Many people will be said to be one of the best in the world, but there are so many capable people in the world, how should the people after one or two be ranked, and who are the first and second?

Ignoring the hesitation and contemplation of the two, they only heard the sound of the fluttering, and the fallen leaves attacked the two like flying blades. I saw a white shadow again, and this fool actually stepped on the fallen leaves raised by him to the diameter of ten floors. His body was in large letters, and the wind filled his robe, which looked like a large kite from a distance.

I heard a voice coming from above: "Fighting with the two of you, boring to the extreme, will be indefinite." ”

The sound came from the air, and those passers-by who watched the excitement were frightened, stunned, pinched their faces and rubbed their eyes, and took advantage of people's fuss to get their money.

The woman in the colorful dress floated down gently, and without touching the case, the case floated up automatically, as if the case had attached itself to her back. This man is like this, I don't know where he appeared or when, and I don't know when he disappeared from what location.

In front of the window of the high-rise building on the sixth floor, a man dressed in purple who exposed the domineering spirit of the king let go of his hand, and a fallen leaf in his hand was blown up by the wind and drifted into the distance. Do you know the origin of the woman in the colorful clothes?"

There was no one around the man, but there was a voice, the voice was low and cold as if ruthless, and the voice said lightly: "Last night, someone heard a baby crying on the street, although it is not restricted to outsiders, but Bangfeng City has always had a curfew rule. Since there is a cry of a baby but no crying baby, the lord of the city should know where the sound comes from. ”

"Could it be that a famous knife ghost is crying?"

The man leaned his hands back on his waist, looked up at the untouchable clouds, and frowned slightly. I thought that the place that no one knew at the end of the world was not far away, but who knows, I didn't have the courage to go to such a place in the end.

Delusion is lounging, and Leng Bu is also lounging. Leng Bu still hid his whole body in his cloak, revealing a head. He stood in front of the blacksmith's shop and glanced at the whetstone that the old blacksmith had placed casually aside.

"Boss, buy stones. ”

The old blacksmith put down his work and asked, "Is the sword used by the guest officer made of iron or bone?"

Leng Bu didn't care much, and directly pulled out the black and white double sword and placed it on the old blacksmith's dirty tea table.

The old blacksmith came slowly, took out a small hammer the length of a man's hand and the width of a thumb, and struck the two swords lightly. The hammer touched the blade of the sword, and the sound it made was like a gonghou. The old blacksmith's eyes shot out of golden light, and his tone was joyful, and he exclaimed: "Good sword, good sword, the guest officer's sword is made of cold ice and dark iron in the extreme north, there are not many such swords in the world." ”

"It seems that the boss is really a connoisseur. ”

Hearing Leng Bu confirm his guess, the old blacksmith grinned, and then said, "Don't look at the old man nesting in such a place, when he was young······ Don't mention it. ”

The old blacksmith went into the house again, and took out a box from it, and opened it, and placed a whetstone neatly in it. He picked out a blue whetstone, looking reluctant, but the gesture of handing it to Leng Bu was extremely simple: "You have also seen that this box is not an ordinary whetstone." This piece is the silt of a finely sharpened sword. ”

Leng Buzhi's fingers gently stroked the stone, if it is used to sharpen the sword, it is indeed not necessary to hurt the blade, nodded, and said, "Good things, how much is it?"

The old blacksmith still grinned, revealing his missing, black and yellow teeth, and said, "Since you are equipped with a sword, I will charge you five taels of silver." ”

Leng Buyu took out an ingot of ten taels of silver and put it on the table, and inserted the two swords back into the scabbards behind his back. Only then did he turn around, holding the stone and about to leave, but who knew that something came from behind, drew his sword and slashed back, and it was a piece of gold that he cut open.

"This is five taels of gold, and the bad old man will look for you for five taels of gold if he doesn't have five taels of silver. The old blacksmith lowered his head and picked up the gold that had been cut in half, looked at it, and couldn't help clapping his hands and exclaiming, "The old man has been fighting all his life and has seen a sword and a sword all his life, and he has only seen seventy or eighty swordsmen like the guest officer, and he is terrible in his later life." ”

Leng Bu frowned, seventy or eighty, he always felt as if he had been humiliated. It is much more difficult to meet a good blacksmith than to meet a good swordsman, and Leng Bu said in a respectful voice: "The old man seems to have friends all over the world, so can you see who helped me sharpen my sword last time?"

"The person who helped you sharpen the sword last time loved the sword but was not good at sharpening it, but it can be seen that the sword of the guest officer often makes the person who really knows how to sharpen the sword sharpen. If the old man guessed correctly, it should be a ghost woman. ”

Hearing that the old blacksmith just looked at it, and saw that Leng Bu then took out a sword, he could guess who the sword sharpener was, this time he clapped his hands in Leng Bu and applauded: "I didn't expect that there are such strange people in the little Han Su City, and they are amazing." ”

The old man waved his hand, his face showed some smugness, and said, "Bad old man, I already know your origins, but you don't know the past of the bad old man." ”

Leng Buyu frowned again, stroked his chin, and suddenly seemed to open his mouth, and said, "Could it be that the old man is ······?"

The old blacksmith stroked his long beard, nodded, and laughed again: "Old man, I am the ······ of Edgeworth."

Although Leng Buyu clapped his hands and applauded, he was still depressed in his heart, thinking about the name "Edgeworth Rulai" repeatedly. Isn't Edgeworth Rulai, isn't Edgeworth Rulai the senior brother of the ghost woman? And he didn't guess coldly, he thought that this incognito person would be General Han's former friend Broken Sword Flood Waste.

"Since it was the gold given by the seniors, the juniors accepted it, and it was really ······ offended" I saw a white feather arrow flying, and a swallow turned over without saying a word, drew his sword to pick sand, and slowed down the momentum of the arrow. Looking for the place where he came, he saw a man in purple standing on top of a white-feathered eagle.

Strangely, the man in purple did not have a bow or arrow in his hand, only a thin gold folding fan that was closed.

Coldly silent, he didn't care about any etiquette in the rivers and lakes, holding the white sword and candle in his hand, and jumped up with the urging force under his feet. When he reached the air, another arrow flew, but the purple-clothed man on the white eagle did not move. Who shot that arrow? Unexpectedly, Leng Bu turned over again in the air, and the arrow flew lightly under his feet. Soaring twice, the person has reached the fourth floor. The man in purple is above the white eagle, and he is silent but has nothing to rely on. A small bookstore

Suddenly, his person turned into a sword light and flew towards the purple-clothed man. The thin gold folding fan in the purple-clothed man's hand unfolded, and the fan bone was stuck with the blade. The man in purple stood on top of the white eagle, and Leng Bu relied on the blade of the sword to connect with the golden fan, and also put his weight on the white eagle. The white eagle was unlucky, and with a long roar began to lean over, as if intending to throw the impolite guest down.

The purple-clothed man's hand was retracted, the sword was separated, and he fell to the ground from the height of the fourth floor without saying a word. The people around gathered one after another, and these people were not close, or far away, from the place where Leng was about to fall.

The crowd watched as they fell silently, and began to talk again.

"How could the city lord fight with this man, could it be that this person is an assassin from another city?"

"No, how could an assassin dare to be so broad daylight. ”

"I just saw that the lord of the city shot the man with an arrow. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, as if no one cared if the swordsman would still be alive after he fell, and what people were even more curious about was why this person was fighting with their purple-clothed city lord.

Leng Buyu changed the sword to his left hand, and with his right hand, he pulled out the three short swords from his chest and threw them down vigorously. I only heard three loud bangs in succession, and the dust and smoke rose one after another, and after the dust cleared, the swordsman stood on the ground unharmed.

He picked up three short swords from the ground and put them back in their sheaths one by one, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh and muttered, "There's no reason why I regress lightly, why is it difficult for this position to fall in the wind." ”

The white eagle let out another long roar, retracted its wings and swooped, and when it was on the first floor of the ground, the purple-clothed city lord jumped up and fell gently. When he fell, Leng Buyu also noticed that there was no dust at his feet.

The purple-clothed city lord hugged his fists, and then said: "Madame told me that the two hall masters of the Dusk Cold Building have come to Bangfeng City, and one of them is the White Shadow Thief, but I don't know who the other is. I never expected that the other person who came would be a contemporary Sword Master, which was really an honor. ”

Leng Buyu knew the identity of the other party, this person was the city lord of Bangfeng City, Bai Ling, who was known as Bai Ling's Nine Arrows. He was dressed in purple, with a gold crown, and after holding a fan with both hands on his waist, the aura of the overlord was undoubtedly revealed. Compared with Zhong Xihou, the overlord of the Western Lands, this person is a little less arrogant and cold, and more amiable and kind.

Leng Buyu also changed his smile to a smile, but his facial muscles were too stiff, and he didn't know whether this smile was true or false? I heard that the city lord's archery is unparalleled, and the light skills are superb, and there is another set of palm techniques that make people unguardable. ”

Hearing the other party's praise, Bai Ling didn't react much, but the other party was a little puzzled about the way he landed safely and silently, and asked directly: "Speaking of light skills, I am lonely and curious, how did the Sword Saint land when he fell." I only heard three loud noises, and I saw that the sand and dust were all over the sky, and there was no follow-up. ”

Leng Buyu said casually: "It's just a small skill of carving insects, the city lord is here, I don't know what's going on?"

Leng Bu didn't want to say more, so Bai Ling didn't ask any more. I saw Bai Ling smile and said, "It seems that the hall master still can't believe it." ”

"I believe in anyone, those I believe in, who are willing to make a poisonous oath against my seven-star sword. ”

"The hall master doesn't believe in those people, I'm afraid he just believes in himself and the seven-star sword in his hand. Bai Ling's left hand was still on his waist, and he put his right hand holding the fan in front of him, and he had the golden fan in his hand, shook the fan, like a golden prince, and continued, "I have heard a long time ago that there is a person who only believes in his sword and believes in the person who swears to his sword. ”

Leng Buyu found it interesting and asked, "Oh, who?"

Bai Ling showed an extremely evil smile, and then said: "The first fierce man of the empire of the previous generation, General Han. It's a pity that General Han died at the hands of the person who swore a poisonous oath to his sword after all. ”

Is this Lord of the Cold City talking about General Han, who was praised by everyone in the imperial court in the past, or is he secretly satirizing today's Leng Bu Si? No matter what he means, Leng Bu will not pay attention to it, in his opinion, these are too boring.

Leng Bu was the bad habit again, took out a short sword, and while grinding his nails with the fine lines on the sword body, he asked: "I really don't know, why did the city lord who was so busy find me such a reckless man?"

Bai Ling took two steps forward, silently and did not take a step, but his body moved back two steps. Bai Ling took two more steps forward, and moved two steps back without saying a word. The two walked a total of eighteen steps, and interestingly, the passers-by who formed a circle also moved a full eighteen steps in this circle.

Bai Ling finally stopped walking, and he was silent and no longer fluttering.

"There are many people, and it is inconvenient to talk here, so I also ask the hall master to go to the private room on the fourth floor to talk in detail. Bai Ling didn't look at Leng Bu Si or not, and entered the restaurant next to him by himself.

Leng Bu was silent but smiled: "With the same identity, there is a difference between the majesty of the city lord of the cold city and the city lord of the west city. ”

Leng Buyu's words were not light, Bai Ling continued to stride as if he hadn't heard it, but Leng Buyu's next words made people feel slightly angry, and listened to him: "Anyway, those who are not angry and have the demeanor of a king, except for Zhong Xihou, the lord of the Western Lands, there are indeed few people who can do it." ”

In the private room on the fourth floor, Bai Ling had already prepared food and wine. There was a large iron box on the mahogany table, take a deep breath and sniff it, as if there was a faint sweet fragrance.

"Maybe sniff out what's inside?"

Leng Bu moved his nose again, and in an instant he secreted a lot of saliva, filling his mouth, he swallowed his saliva, and then replied: "It's called Huaji?"

Bai Ling put away the fan, smiled, and said: "I have heard that the Sword Saint likes to tear and call the flower chicken, and today I am fortunate to roast a flower chicken for you with my own hands, and with this grape wine, it is also unique." ”

Again, there was indeed a transparent wine vessel on the table, as well as two luminous glasses.

I don't know if it's a common problem of swordsmen, they are all good wine and meat, and when they saw the wine and the corresponding utensils, they couldn't help but feel that their throats were dry, and they said: "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, it seems that people who like wine like to drink it in luminous glass." ”

The wine is poured into the luminous glass from the wine vessel, the maroon wine, exuding the pure aroma of wine, a person who loves to drink looks at it and smells it, and the wine worm will definitely not stop there.

Leng Bu silent's eyelids moved slightly, and with a dragon chant, he pulled out a white long sword candle, and his tone was inexplicably a little angry: "There are always people who like to disturb me when I am in the right mood." ”