Thinking about it silently, his eyes were empty and his brows were furrowed, as if he was stunned.

The white-haired old man looked cold and silent, and he was also puzzled. He stretched out his old hand, which was already crumpled, and shook it in front of Leng Buyu's eyes, but Leng Bu didn't respond at all.

The white-haired old man didn't pay attention to it anymore, and simply raised Leng Buyu's arm, and began to measure Leng Buyu with his special strange ruler.

The white-haired old man was still afraid of Leng Bu's cold body, and cautiously grabbed his clothes and lifted his arm.

And at this moment, Leng Bu came back to his senses.

He came back to his senses, and his eyes were very sharp, which frightened the white-haired old man into a clever way.

Leng Buyu took out the slightly curved ruler from the old man's hand and held it tightly in his hand.

The white-haired old man was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of it and raised his hand to signal him not to make a sound.

Then, Leng Bu silently lowered his arm, turned the ruler into a sword, and held it tightly.

He closed his eyes again, this time, his brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Although the white-haired old man is arrogant, he has seen a lot of people in the rivers and lakes at this age, and he also knows that he should not be disturbed and silent at this time.

You can't be disturbed, but you can't stop working. Without his own strange ruler, he simply used his eyes to visually measure the cold data. Then, the arrogant old man nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with the data of the cold silent body.

The old man circled around Leng Buyu again, and at this time, Leng Buyu's cloak had been damaged, and the two long swords he was carrying upside down also came into view.

The old man stared carefully for a while, and couldn't help frowning.

He thought to himself, this guest's habit of carrying a sword is really special.

Without much thought, the old man left the hut and was left alone. And just after the old man left, the air flow in the hut changed at the same temperature.

Qi began to converge, and it began to swirl around Leng Musi. And the temperature is a sharp drop, if the old man is still there, I am afraid that this old bone will really not be able to stand it.

"Up!"

The sound came out, only listening to the six dragon groans, and the six seven-star swords, including the soft sword on his waist and looking at the mountains and rivers, came out of their sheaths one after another, followed the air flow, and swirled around him.

The six seven-star swords were all wrapped in the same color as his Qi, the icy blue. The blue Qi became thicker and thicker, and gradually, it seemed to emit a faint light.

And Leng Bu silently, in his mind, began to appear tens, hundreds, nearly thousands, sword moves that he had fought against, or had seen, or even heard of.

And among them, there is not a single move, it is his seven-star swordsmanship.

These swordsmanship have been dismantled one after another, and they have been dismantled into the most basic movements, which are sword-swinging movements.

He began to carefully examine the sword movements of each sword move, some with arm force, some with heavy wrist strength, and even more, the subtle changes in the fingers.

But the ultimate goal and result are all swords.

Despite this, there was no image of the sword being drawn in his mind's memory.

A terrible thought formed in Leng Buyu's mind, and that was my grandson Hayato, if he was just a high-class swordsman in Dongli, not a top-notch swordsman.

How strong should the blow of the top swordsman be from Dongli?

This should have been a sad thing, but he smiled coldly. His laughter was excited, arrogant, but without the slightest arrogance.

Why bother to indulge in it, to cling to the seventh seven-star sword that may not exist, and why don't you seek a breakthrough from the surviving swordsmanship.

Whether this swordsmanship is from Daye or from Dongli.

Thinking of this, Leng Bu opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, an ice-blue air current centered on him and spread rapidly.

The diffuse air flow rippled like water waves, and finally hit the four walls of the hut. There was an extra trace of ice on the four walls, but the ice pattern quickly melted and turned into a water stain.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of "gurgling", Leng Bu couldn't help but look down at the strange wooden ruler in his hand.

Seeing the terrible appearance of the wooden ruler, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh. The special and strange wooden ruler in his hand has turned into an ice bar, and this ice bar is breaking little by little.

In the end, the ice bar in his hand was completely shattered, and the wooden ruler was completely shattered into sawdust wrapped in ice.

This can't help but be a little embarrassing, and I don't know how to explain to the master for a while, that is, the white hair.

As soon as the hand was released, the last piece of wooden ruler also fell to the ground.

The incident has happened, and the rest will be said later, and Leng Bu returned to the couch, closed his eyes and crossed his knees.

He began to try to integrate my grandson Hayato's sword drawing technique into his own kendo, and two people appeared in his mind, one was himself with only a black sword on his back, and the other was Haunting Song with an iron sword in his hand.

The two confronted each other, one was ice blue, the other was fiery red.

Bing Lan's cold body fell down, his left foot stepped forward, his left hand was already pressed on the ground, and his right hand was holding the hilt of the black sword that he was backing backwards.

The fiery Haunting Song has a straight body, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

The wind rose, the leaves fell, and the two of them made movements at the same time.

Ice Blue's cold body rushed forward, and at the moment when he was close to the fiery red lingering song, he pulled out the black sword to break the army.

And the fiery Haunting Song took a step forward with his right foot, and at the same time pulled out his iron sword and slashed at the front of him.

As a result, a bloody cut was cut on the flaming red Yingruge's chest, and the cold blue was silent, and the corpse was separated.

Leng Buyu couldn't help but open his eyes, no, no, he fought with my grandson Hayato, and it was his sword that came first.

Even though his sword had a slight arc and the speed of his sword could outperform that of a straight sword, the speed of this sheath should not be so large.

Leng Bu frowned slightly, closed his eyes again, and the scene was still ?520

But once, twice, more than a dozen times, the one who died was still an ice blue self.

Leng Buyu was a little discouraged, not because of repeated failures, but because of this repeated failure, he couldn't find the problem.

It is also true that worthless failures are the most terrible.

Just when he was speechless, the door of the hut was pushed open again. This time, it was not the master who came in, but the shopkeeper of this shop.

As soon as the shopkeeper entered the back room, he couldn't help but shudder. He couldn't help muttering in his heart, but it was really evil, the hot people outside couldn't wait to be naked, and inside this hut, it was like a cold winter wax moon.

Someone came in, Leng Bu couldn't help frowning, and looked over.

This cold look made the shopkeeper shudder again, and he couldn't help but move slightly when he opened his mouth, but he didn't say half a word.

Seeing that it was the shopkeeper, Leng Bu also changed his expression. The flying swords suspended around him were also like obedient cats, one after another, flying to the couch and placing themselves on their sides.

I saw him smile and asked, "Shopkeeper, but the clothes are ready?"

The shopkeeper nodded again and again, and opened his mouth again, but when he thought of the cold breath he felt when he came in, and the scene of the sword flying around, he still didn't say half a word after all.

Looking around this hut silently, I couldn't help but be embarrassed to see this mess.

"The shopkeeper, there is no silver on him at this time, and his clothes are on credit. Together with the compensation for this house, after some time, it will be made up together. ”

Listening to Leng Buyu's polite words, the shopkeeper of this store doesn't know whether this Jianghu Ranger is really polite or fake at this time.

In order to avoid trouble, the shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The guests are laughing, and the cottage is repainted, so it will not get in the way." Guest, do you want to try on clothes in this room, or do you want to go upstairs?"

Leng Buyu nodded and said, "You don't have to go upstairs on purpose, just bother the shopkeeper to go again." ”

Knowing the plan to be silent, the shopkeeper nodded, and then went out. Before he could count them, the shopkeeper came into the house with a set of clothes.

As before, it was an ice-blue cloak and an ordinary military uniform.

But there is a difference, under these clothes, is a new set of leather goods. What's more, there are two with delicate jade.

Leng Bu was puzzled, and looked at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper understood the meaning of being silent, and said, "Oh, this is the master who just looked at the two swords on the back of the guest." The master said, "Ah, when he was young, he had also seen a swordsman who carried a sword upside down." said that the swordsman's vehicle was different from the guest's, so he made a set of his own, and he didn't know if the guest needed it or not. ”

Leng Buyu listened, he couldn't help frowning, he wondered, this white-haired old man had seen a swordsman with a sword upside down when he was young?

Although he will not be the only one in the world who is silent and reverses the sword upside down, but for some reason, he rushed to such a sentence without saying a word, and he was a little less wary of the white-haired old man.

didn't say much, and completely ignored that the shopkeeper was still in the house, and took off the tattered clothes on his body without saying a word.

The shopkeeper felt that something was wrong, so he immediately turned around and walked out of the hut.

Leng Buyu put on a military uniform, and replaced the iron pendant on the scabbard of the black and white sword. Then, he mounted the black and white sword on the cowhide vehicle and put it on.

Put the six swords in their sheaths one by one, and couldn't help frowning coldly. Because the scabbard of the black and white sword behind it was slightly loose as if it had not been fixed to the vehicle.

It was also strange that his hand could still swing from side to side while holding the hilt of the sword.

Swinging little by little, with a "poof", he silently pulled out the black sword to break the army, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This, it feels a little strange, quite different from the past.

He held the hilt of the white sword candle with his left hand, and then swung the white sword candle from side to side, and pulled it out with a "poof".

The expression on Leng Buyu's face changed from surprise to ecstasy.

He could clearly feel that the speed at which Fang had drawn his sword was a few points faster.

Leng Buyu hurriedly grabbed the ice blue cloak and put it on his body. After a few quick steps, I opened the door of the hut and went out to find the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper of this shop looked in a hurry, couldn't help but be a little flustered, a little stammered, and asked: "Guest, guest, guest, what is this, what is it doing?"

Leng Bu couldn't hide his excitement, pressed his hands on the shoulders of the shopkeeper, and asked, "Shopkeeper, where is the old tailor?"

When I heard that I was looking for the master, the shopkeeper of the store turned blue and panicked, thinking that it was the clothes made by the master, which made the customer unhappy.

At this moment, the shopkeeper's heart is also mixed, and he regrets introducing this evil star to the door.

But he is just a small trader who opens a fabric and clothing shop, and he doesn't dare to offend Leng Buyu, a Jianghu person who has extraordinary skills at a glance.

Although he was afraid that he would harm the white-haired old man, the shopkeeper only thought about self-protection at this time, and hurriedly replied: "Master, master said ......."

"What did he say?"

He said he had been in the city long enough, and it was time for him to go out and take a look. ”

When Leng Bu heard this, he couldn't help but look a little bitter. This change in expression shocked the shopkeeper again, thinking that it was the master who made him unhappy, but don't look for him to be unlucky.

"Great, Master Fu He, he is not from our Hanshu City. I'm here, this is also because I saw that he had good tailoring skills, so I asked him to stay to help. Guest, the master makes you unhappy, but don't ......"

The shopkeeper didn't finish his words, but he shook his head coldly.

Then, Ting Leng said silently: "Shopkeeper, you have misunderstood." It was this old gentleman who cut clothes that were quite pleasing to his heart, and I wanted to thank him in person. Excuse me, where does this old gentleman come from?"

When the shopkeeper heard Leng Bu Say, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said: "I don't know if it's true or not, every time the master is drunk, he will talk about his youth." It is said that it is young, but in fact, it was ten or twenty years ago. He said, he's from Beijing, and before, he was still from the capital......"

After all, the shopkeeper also gave a thumbs up.

From Jingzhou?

Thinking about it, all kinds of doubts, cold silence can be solved. His hand couldn't help but hold the double sword behind his back again.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, just because of a set of vehicles, he was enlightened.