Just when Xie Yixiang was surprised, but when she heard a loud bang exploding in the courtyard of this ancient mansion, she couldn't see how the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty man made a move, and the wall of the courtyard where the black-robed monster was located had collapsed in the loud noise. For a while www.biquge.info there were flying bricks and stones everywhere, and the dust was wet with fine rain and fell to the ground dumbly.

In the chaos, the figure of the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty shot out from the ruins of the collapsed courtyard wall again, but it went straight to the roof of the attic in the ancient mansion, and it turned out that it was he who missed the earth-shattering blow just now, so that the black-robed monster hid on the roof of the attic in the blink of an eye. The Confucian scholar who appeared earlier saw that the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty man had made a futile move, and he laughed beside him: "'Drunken Walking Star Dou'? The white-clothed Humpty Dumpty was in mid-air, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but curse back, and drank: "Let your grandmother's dog stink!"

Xie Yixiang heard the Confucian student say the words "Drunken Step Star Fight", and his heart was suddenly relieved, and he said secretly: "No wonder this short and chubby predecessor can have such a powerful light skill, but it turns out that he is one of the 'Four Uniques in Shuzhong' and a master of the Emei Sword Sect." She hurriedly raised her eyes, but saw that on the top of the attic, she could vaguely see the figure of the black-robed monster before, and before the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty man of the Emei Sword Sect arrived, she only felt that the black figure of the black-robed monster disappeared from the roof, and he actually returned to the courtyard, and his movements were really amazing.

The white-clothed Humpty Dumpty man was immortal when he didn't know the Yellow River, and seeing that his third move failed again, his figure in mid-air did not stop, and he immediately changed his direction and continued to send out his fourth and fifth moves...... Gradually, the two figures of the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty and the black-robed monster, one white and one black, one behind and one in front, chased after me in this ancient mansion of the Yao family, gradually getting faster and faster, seeing Xie Yixiang dazzled, and even turned into the whirring wind in his ears, and the figures of these two people were smeared into a distorted scene in all directions.

Later, Xie Yixiang couldn't see the figures of the two of them at all, only that her eyes were sometimes dark and sometimes pale, shaking her dizziness, and her chest was extremely bored and almost disgusting. Suddenly, I heard the voice of the Confucian student and smiled: "Yes, yes, I didn't expect that although you are not young, your body style has not decreased back then." At your speed, if you can hold on to another 17 moves, you'll be able to catch him. Xie Yixiang was thinking about what he meant by this, so he heard Confucius say again: "Okay, just seventeen moves, hold him!"

As the words of Confucian Sheng fell, the originally chaotic scene in all directions seemed to suddenly solidify, and the two figures, one white and one black, had come to an abrupt end, and in an instant, the entire Yao family's ancient mansion became quiet, leaving only the sound of a slight drizzle falling to the ground. Xie Yixiang looked closely, and there seemed to be a black shadow rising into the sky in a trance, gradually disappearing in the distance, only the shortly and dumpty man in white was still standing in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, rolling up a pair of triangular eyes to stare at the middle-aged Confucian student, and said coldly: "I want to let him go, what can you do to me?"

It turned out that the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty heard that the Confucian had calculated the situation that he was chasing with the black-robed monster, so after 17 moves, he could just capture the black-robed monster, but because he deliberately wanted to be angry with the Confucian, he let the black-robed monster go. And the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty's angry behavior, the Confucian was not surprised, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you catch him, let him go, or go and kill him yourself, what does it have to do with me? Poor and sour is not your own father, why bother with you to teach you a lesson?" The fat man in white was furious, and immediately opened his mouth to scold back.

For Xie Yixiang, the series of things that happened today were first at a loss, then confused, then frightened, and now it turned into helplessness, which really made her cry and laugh. As for the catcher Lao Chen, who was caught by the black-robed monster, he had been thrown next to the collapsed courtyard wall at some point, Xie Yixiang hurriedly went to help him up, and after a little check, he was pointed at the acupoint. She hurriedly tried to solve Lao Chen's acupoint, but she was busy for a while, but she didn't know what technique the black-robed stranger used, and she was still unable to unlock Lao Chen's acupoint. Seeing that the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty and Confucian were still scolding each other, she had no choice but to step forward, bow to the white-clothed Humpty Dumpty, and say, "Xie Yixiang, the junior Sword King's Sect, meet Zhu Ruoyu Zhu of the Emei Sword Sect. ”

The two people who were scolding closed their mouths at the same time, and turned their heads to look at Xie Yixiang with a very strange expression on their faces. Especially the Confucian student, it seemed that he had heard something incredible, and after half a ring, he smiled "hehe" and said in a lost voice: "Little girl, even if you think about it with your toes, you should know that the head of the dignified Emei Sword Sect, how can he be such a pudgy man covered in lard? Drunken step stardom', it's still a bit of vision. It's a pity that you guessed wrong, Lao Tzu is not Zhu Ruoyu. ”

Xie Yixiang saw the appearance of the short and fat man in white in front of him clearly, only to see that behind him was a long sword tightly wrapped in white cloth, and his head was also wrapped in a white cloth, showing gray hair at the corners, thinking that he was already over half a hundred years old, but a fat face was chubby, oily, and there was not a trace of wrinkles; between his two triangular eyes and thick lips, there was still a half-black and half-white mustache. Just now Xie Yixiang saw that this Humpty Dumpty man in white was able to display the "Drunken Step Star Fight" of the Emei Sword Sect so to the peak, and even among the people he had seen in his life, almost no one could match him, so it was logical to recognize this Humpty Dumpty man as the head of the Emei Sword Sect and Zhu Ruoyu, known as the "Dinghai Sword".

At this moment, the two of them denied it, and she suddenly realized that she blurted out: "I know, the predecessor is not Zhu Ruoyu Zhu, but the first divine sword of Emei in Shuzhong, known as the 'Huiguang Sword'...... Wear...... Dai Qiye: Please forgive the younger generation for being clumsy and confused for a while. The Humpty Dumpty man snorted and said, "Dai Qi is Dai Qi, what is not a master?"

Although Xie Yixiang had already guessed the identity of this Humpty Dumpty, she couldn't help but gasp when she heard him admit it in person. You must know that this Dai Qi predecessor of the Emei Sword Sect can be said to be the number one master in the Emei Sword Sect today, and in terms of seniority, he is still the uncle of the head Zhu Ruoyu. It is said that he has wandered the world for decades, only doing games and dust, which can be said to be a dragon who sees the beginning but does not see the end, and has long been a transcendent master. Because he ranked seventh among the disciples of the same generation of "Nian" characters of the Emei Sword School, he was mostly called "Dai Qi" in the rivers and lakes, but he forgot his original name.

And when the first master of the Emei Sword Sect was famous in the rivers and lakes in the past, I am afraid that Xie Yixiang was not born yet, even if it was his father Xie Fengxuan, I am afraid that he would have to honor the predecessor of Dai Qisheng in front of him. Unexpectedly, in the ancient house of the Yao family on the shore of Poyang Lake today, he was lucky enough to meet such a master, Xie Yixiang was excited, and was about to ask carefully, and the Confucian student on the side had already asked with a smile: "Little girl, since you know Dai Laoqi of Emei, I don't know if you have heard of the name of poor sour?"