The beads of sweat on the flower monk's head were bigger than soybeans.

If it was early in the morning, he would definitely not need to fetch water to wash his face, the beads of sweat on his face could already wash his face, his current face was a big flower face, and the sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Fortunately, there was no sound in the yard, everyone felt very hot, they looked at each other, and now they were facing a psychological game.

No one cares about the passage of time, time is a passerby.

A cold voice finally came out from under the ghost face, it was a sneer, his expression was not visible to anyone, and his origin and identity became even more mysterious.

Now Li Qing is standing in the courtyard, he didn't say a word, he calmly looked at the four people in front of him, these four people only have two coffins now.

Dream Butterfly, Crow, Flower Monk, and a Ghost-faced Man, there must be two people among them today, who are going to lie in these two coffins.

In the gloomy air, the ghost-faced man made a voice: "You have the fastest sword in the world?"

Li Qing raised his head and said, "This is the lift of friends in the rivers and lakes." ”

"The swords are all made of mortal iron, but the person holding the sword is different, is your sword a sword used by the gods?"

"People in the rivers and lakes like to exaggerate, and I'm not a god," Li Qingdao.

"But you're more dashing than a god," Ghostface said.

"Actually, my life has become very hard now, and I can only sleep on the roof," Li Qingdao.

The gods are very chic, but now there is a loneliness chasing his life, Li Qing knows that his life is not easy at all, and the person who hides is like a homeless wandering ghost.

"It is said that Young Master Li, Lu Xiaofeng, who is chic and smart, is comparable to Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, and sure enough," the ghost sighed.

"Are you complimenting me?" Li Qing laughed twice.

"It's really rare to have a friend like Young Master Li in the world," Ghost Face said.

"It's better to have more friends than multiple enemies," Li Qing said with a smile.

"It's not good to have more friends," Ghostface said, his voice sad.

"Not good?" Li Qing suppressed his smile.

If you make friends like Liu Haozi and Monk Hua, it's not good, Li Qing wants to know if there are such friends among his friends?

"Many friends are not honest, and there is only one kind of person who always thinks about you in the world," Ghostface said.

"What person?" said Li Qingdao.

"It's only your enemy, who thinks about your existence every moment," Ghostface said.

This is a real problem, everyone will think about their opponents, and even when they are sleeping, they have to think about what their opponents are thinking.

This is where the night of insomnia begins, and no one can deny it.

Li Qing looked at everyone in the courtyard, these people were just here for one purpose, who was friends with whom among them?

Maybe they don't have any friends here? Maybe they're all worried about their opponents.

"This place is actually quite hidden, and if you only come here once, you can think that this place is not easy," Ghostface laughed.

"I've won the prize, I've won the prize, and now it just so happens that I have nowhere to go," Li Qingdao.

"Young Master Li doesn't have a place to go now?" said Ghost Face.

"Now there is someone who is thinking about my head, and I am like a rabbit running for my life," Li Qingdao.

"I like the stray rabbits out there, and many people like to think about them," Ghostface said. Without waiting for Li Qing's answer, he said again: "The rabbit in the cage must have no one to worry about." ”

"You can only be a depressed rabbit in a cage," Li Qing's eyes showed an unfathomable afterglow.

Everyone present understands this sentence, the rivers and lakes are huge, walking is for freedom, and the rivers and lakes that lose freedom are a cage.

No one wants to walk into this cage, thinking of this cage, everyone can't help but feel a chill in their hearts, but who can give themselves the freedom they need?

"It's better to be a depressed rabbit than to be a rabbit running for your life," Ghostface said.

This seems to be true, but many people would rather be a rabbit running for their lives than this depressed rabbit.

"You're right, but there don't seem to be many rabbits who can do that right now," Li Qingdao.

The courtyard was quiet again, the silence was terrible, everyone here was looking at each other, and as long as the other party's hands moved, there would inevitably be someone lying in the coffin.

"If I had a sword in my hand now, I'd definitely want to compete with you," Ghostface said suddenly, the teacup in his hand turning slightly.

"If it were me, I wouldn't want to compete now," Li Qingdao.

"You?" the ghost-faced man stared at Li Qing, who seemed to be unable to see through Li Qing's thoughts.

"The lonely shadow, the bowel-breaking crescent, there are two of them now, and I must be one of the extra ones now," Li Qing smiled.

"The four protectors of the Ghost Gate, Xiao Tears and Blood will indeed use people," the ghost-faced man glanced at Shadow and Zhang Fan.

"Actually, he has good intentions, just for a friend," Li Qingdao.

"This friend must be good, but it's a pity that I haven't met such a friend," Ghostface said.

"You have a friend, this friend seems to be a little unlucky," Li Qing glanced at the flower monk, who was now leaning against the orange tree.

There was no answer for a moment, Li Qing only heard another sigh from under the mask, and he saw the ghost-faced man's hand turning, and the teacup in his hand made a strange sound.

"Now you can come to my room," Ghostface turned and floated up, landing on the closed doorway of the room.

The door had been pushed open, and the man had entered.

The door was open, and the people inside the door were waiting for Li Qing.

Li Qing in the courtyard suddenly laughed, he raised his feet with a smile and walked into this room, the dust at the door did not leave human footprints.

The silent crow let out a sigh, this person's light skills are really unparalleled in the world, she really doesn't understand, how can such a young Li Qing have such superb light skills?

The door that walked in was immediately closed, and now there were only people in the courtyard, and there were five people left in the courtyard, five people who claimed to be walking in the rivers and lakes.

They must not want to be a rabbit in a cage, a rabbit will bite when it is in a hurry, and a rabbit that bites must not be a good rabbit.

The flower monk under the orange tree stopped trembling at this moment, and he also stopped sweating, the rosary in his hand turned quickly, and his hands suddenly held the rosary at the same time.

As soon as the flower monk's hand was retracted and released, the black rosary shot out in an instant, and the moment the rosary was struck, his hand turned into a palm, and the palm wind hit Zhang Fan in front of him.

The woman had quickly stepped back, and the figures of the crow and the dream butterfly retreated into the room like lightning.

The black beads struck the shadow and Zhang Fan respectively, the shadow figure was like a kite with a broken string, floating up, the speed of the rosary was very fast, and the shadow in the air made a painful sound.

The shadow in the air turned sideways and landed on the ground again, pain at the corner of his mouth, and the scabbard in his hand already sounded.

Shadow's face began to turn blue, then red, and then pale again, and beads of sweat poured out of the sides of his nose.

Bright red blood oozed from the cloth on the left shoulder of the shadow.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's hand was moving, and when he moved back, his right hand had been stretched out, and his jet-black right hand drew a circle on his chest.

With a flick of his finger, a finger flew straight out and shot at the flower monk who was pounced, and at this moment he heard a sneer from the flower monk.

Monk Hua magically conjured a short sword in his hand, his body shrunk together, turned into a big ball of meat, rolled over, and Zhang Fan's fingers flew past his big bald head.

The speed of the big meat ball was very fast, and the moment he came to the shadow, the meat ball had already unfolded, and a short sword quickly stabbed out from the hand of the flower monk.

Weapons are dead, people are alive, and living people can change countless moves with this ordinary weapon.

Everyone in the courtyard thought that the weapon of the flower monk would only be a rosary in his hand, and no one would have thought that there would be a short sword in his hand.

The short sword is very short, one inch short is dangerous, the wise flower monk knows this truth, and the short sword in his hand can change the outcome of everything.

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, he had already seen this big ball of meat, this person's target was not himself, his target was the shadow that fell.

The shadow has been injured, this is Zhang Fan's first judgment, The injured shadow is now the rabbit in the hand of the flower monk, an injured rabbit.

The rabbit ran the fastest, the shadow figure was faster, and his figure just 'swished', and swept up again, and fell two feet away.

The falling shadow did not move at all, as if it was fixed on the ground, and the figure was as steady as Mount Tai.

A short sword slid across his chest, blood flowing, and Zhang Fan saw that the shadow's face turned even paler, and the sword in his hand was already unsheathed.

The unsheathed sword was now dripping with blood, and the shadow sword was slowly raised again.

The door that the woman had rushed in hadn't shut, and one of the women who had rushed in had flown out of the room again, a soft whip now straight.

Zhang Fan saw that the whip was like a rattlesnake, it shook its tail, and its tail came silently, until it was in front of his eyes, and it made a 'snort' sound.

Zhang Fan's hand flashed again, his right hand was a pair of pliers, tightly clamping the tip of the whip, and then Zhang Fan's hand suddenly pulled.

The crow's feet came quickly, and she wore embroidered shoes on her feet, and the big red embroidered shoes came in the wind, and this foot kicked out of the wind.

The crow's feet were kicking out continuously, the whip in his hand had already begun to rotate, and the crow saw Zhang Fan at this moment, like an iron spinning top on the ice.

The whip in his hand did not let go, and it turned like a top, and every kick of the crow was empty, and the crow wanted to retract his foot.

The moment the thought began, the crow began to regret that he should not have long feet, this is a woman's feet, and these delicate feet should be used for walking, not for killing.

The raven's whip was already wrapped around her feet, and the raven wanted nothing more than to retract her delicate feet, and she heard a voice, which was faster than she thought.

There was only one word in the voice, 'up', and that was the last word the crow heard today.

A coffin had been opened in Zhang Fan's voice, and the crow never saw the sun again, she saw a cloud of darkness.

The sun did not set, but the surroundings around the crow's eyes became darker.

The open coffin closed again in an instant.