Hearing the words of the rickety old man and the old woman, Leng Bu still did not take back the sword, the two long swords in his hand were still cold, and the three short swords around him were still floating and rotating in an orderly manner. He looked at the two old men, his face was cold, and said: "This seven-star sword is indeed General Han's sword in the past, and this set of swordsmanship, whether it was used by General Han in the past, the deity doesn't care." ”

Hearing Leng Buyu say this, the old woman couldn't help but be angry, slammed the ground with the cane in her hand, and said angrily: "Bastard, General Han's sword, General Han's sword moves, it was so bending in the past······"

"Heh!" Without waiting for the old woman to finish speaking, she couldn't help but sneer, and then held a sword again, a sword backhand, her eyes were full of fierceness, and said, "The dead person may be worthy of respect, but don't forget, the person is dead, and all kinds of things can't be done!"

Hearing such disrespect as Leng Buyu, even the rickety old man was furious at this moment, and he clucked the cane in his hand. The rickety old man wanted to make a move again, but was stopped by the old woman. The rickety old man was a little puzzled at first, but then his ears moved slightly, and he couldn't help frowning.

The two old men looked at Leng Bu a few more times, and there was joy in their eyes, satisfaction, nature, and anger. But then the two old men stopped talking, and disappeared from the long street with a few ups and downs.

Sure that these two old men, who only knew their names and did not know their origins, walked away completely, coldly clenched their swords back into their scabbards, and grabbed the short swords floating in the air with both hands and inserted them back into the scabbard on their chests. The blue-clothed cloak trembled slightly, hiding his body and sword under the blue-clothed cloak. His ears also moved slightly, and it was a group of armor soldiers with a large number of them running towards this place.

A few magpies rose and fell, and they disappeared from this long street. And after leaving silently, a team of warriors in light armor who was like the young man called Chunsheng ran to this long street in a neat formation, but at this moment, there was no one on the street early.

Speaking of the boy called Chunsheng, he was stopped on the way by another person who came to Cold Crisp City and was not easy to mess with. This person is not a bystander, but an idler from the inner mansion who disappeared from the sight of their Lijing Gate in this cold city, urging the cold wind.

Urging the cold wind sat on a bench in one of the stalls, where she had sharpened a long piece of wood with a dagger, as she had done before. The wood gradually took on the shape of a long sword, and the hilt of the wooden sword was carved with lines, but the blade had not yet taken shape.

The corners of Chunsheng's eyes moved slightly when he ran past the noodle stall, and then he stopped, his hands wearing black iron fists couldn't help but clench, and his brows were slightly furrowed as he looked at the cold wind. The urging cold wind also looked at the young man in light armor and wearing a red forehead, and the most eye-catching thing about this young man was naturally his full set of black iron.

Urging the cold wind to stop the movements of his hands, he looked at Chunsheng four times.

The crowd on the street is still flowing around, and the cold wind and spring are like two sculptures in the crowd, one sitting and the other standing.

Urging the cold wind to smile, she continued to use the dagger in her hand to carve the long piece of wood in her hand. Chunsheng walked over to the Urging Cold Wind and sat directly opposite the Urging Cold Wind. The noodle stall owner seemed to recognize Chunsheng, grinned and came up, and said, "Little White Master, do you want a bowl of noodles? Add two stupid eggs." ”

Chunsheng smiled at the noodle stall owner, and then waved his hand. The owner of this noodle stall looked at the life-threatening cold wind that was sitting here carving wood while eating a bowl of noodles, and Chong Chunsheng smiled again, didn't say much, and went back to continue his work.

Chunsheng dropped the wooden table with two fingers, and then said: "Idlers in the inner mansion, urge the cold wind." ”

Urging the cold wind not to be deaf, she naturally heard Chunsheng's words, but she was still there with her wooden sword sharpening and did not respond.

Chunsheng smiled and continued: "The cold city has the rules of the cold city, and the city lord has given enough face to the inner government, but ah, Wu Ziqian's hatred, you have to be careful." ”

Hearing this name, Urging Cold Wind stopped his movements, and then looked at Chunsheng with a frown. Seeing the frowning appearance of the life-urging cold wind, Chunsheng couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth again, a little disdainful.

But then the cold wind snorted coldly, and said: "My inner mansion idlers are doing things, when will it be your turn to make irresponsible remarks, what did Wu Ziqian do······?"

Hearing the words of the cold wind, Chunsheng stood up and slapped the table with his hand at the same time. The sound was thunderous, not to mention the diners and owners of the noodle stalls, and even the pedestrians on the street couldn't help but be stunned by this sound, and stopped to look at it. The first grab

Chunsheng was still staring at the cold wind, but his words were said by the owner of the stall on the same side: "Boss, if you break something, go to the city lord's mansion to report the account." ”

When the owner of the noodle stall heard this, his face was also bitter, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to respond, and then began to clean up his things. And those diners, whether they finished eating or just served noodles, put down the copper and ran out of the noodle stall.

Chunsheng just said a word, and the people in this noodle stall responded like this, which also made the urging cold wind find it interesting. But the urging cold wind shook his head, and then said: "The inner government never kills innocents indiscriminately, you are on the bounty list, don't make useless provocations." ”

Chunsheng listened to this, laughed out loud, and knocked his fists on the wooden table from time to time. The wooden table was not broken, but the table top was smashed into a shallow pit by Chunsheng's random fist.

"It is worthy of being a person from the inner house, and his words are so arrogant. Then bother you, bounty hunter, get out of the cold city!"

Such disrespectful words would make anyone with an old temper unhappy in their hearts, let alone a bounty hunter like Urging Cold Wind. Urging the cold wind, the unfinished wooden sword was inserted into the crack in the floor, and the dagger in his hand was clenched, and his eyes gradually became full of ferocity.

Chunsheng's pair of iron fists were also pinched, but the cold wind didn't make a move, she opened her mouth and asked, "Wu Ziqian, who is it?"

Hearing the sudden question of the urging cold wind, Chunsheng was slightly stunned, and then said: "What kind of person is he, then you pretentious Inner Mansion idler will go and find out by yourself! ”

Urging Han Feng couldn't help but face slightly angry, only the most heinous people would be on the bounty list of the Inner Palace, she urged Han Feng to never kill by mistake, and she had killed people unjustly. killed Wu Ziqian, because he intercepted 100,000 silver taels from the imperial court for disaster relief, which caused tens of thousands of displaced people to lack food and food, and many people died of hunger.

The evidence is conclusive, but whether it is the lord of the White City or the young man in front of him, they all disdain themselves for this, and the people of this cold city are really interesting and ridiculous.

Chunsheng didn't want to talk to the cold wind that was called the soul seeker, and the iron fist swung out, and the wind was swift. Urging the cold wind to lean back, dodge a punch, and was about to raise his leg to kick the table over, but unexpectedly, the young man moved one step ahead of her, and smashed the wooden table with an elbow blow.

There was no wooden table between the two, and Chunsheng's fist was like thunder, and each punch almost hit the life-threatening cold wind. Urging the cold wind to move backwards, he distanced himself from Chunsheng. And Chunsheng looked down at the wooden sword that was inserted into the gap of the stone slab, and the unfinished wooden sword, he couldn't help but snort coldly, pulled out the wooden sword, and directly crushed it into sawdust with his iron hand.

Seeing that the wooden sword he was about to complete was directly destroyed by this young man, he urged the cold wind to take a deep breath, and the anger in his eyes was even worse.

Seeing the expression of the life-urging cold wind, Chunsheng grinned. This time, it was the cold wind that urged him to strike first, jumped up, and kicked Chunsheng in the head. Chunsheng blocked the front with his left fist, then lowered his right fist to his waist and then landed an uppercut that hit the Achilles tendon in the back of the cold wind.

Urging the cold wind is not bad, and when Chunsheng's fist was approaching, she added strength to her feet and used her strength to free herself up. Chunsheng's punch missed, and it was also a force under his feet, and he chased after the cold wind. The two were on the street, one attacking fiercely, and the other had to rely on flexible body skills to dodge.

It seemed as if the young man in light armor had the upper hand.

But at this time, there was a "bang" sound, Chunsheng's ears moved slightly, and he didn't dodge, grabbed it with his right hand in the air, and grabbed a few hidden weapons that shot over. When I opened my palm, I saw that there were a few ghost darts. Chunsheng didn't recognize this thing, so he directly threw the ghost dart on the ground, and said disdainfully: "Xiaoxiao, it's good to sneak attack with a secret weapon." ”

Chunsheng just grabbed it casually, and the ghost dart did not pose the slightest threat to him, in his opinion, there was nothing to worry about, but in the eyes of the cold wind, it was shock.

Seeing the unbelievable appearance of the life-urging cold wind, Chunsheng smiled, put on a fist fight, his ten fingers loosened and clenched, and his neck and shoulders also moved, and then said: "Some people use knives, some people use swords, I, with these iron fists, it is enough to serve the cold city!