The Jiulang Sword was confiscated by Bai Jingxing.

On the grounds that I am not fit to hold, he shoved the Jiurou sword into his cuff in a grand manner. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to me, first, I feel sorry for Lou Qin, I didn't protect the sword she gave me, and I failed her friendship with me. Second, without the Jiulang Sword, I felt that I was missing a weapon to protect my life on the way to Shaolin, so my sense of security was extremely reduced.

But, fortunately, Bai Jingxing walked with us.

In this way, Li Xiaoqian and I have the protection of the Wine Sword Immortal, who is known as the best in the world of swordsmanship, and any martial arts master or strongman bandit does not have to worry about it anymore.

Moreover, as long as Bai Jingxing is by my side, I still have a chance to get back the Jiulang Sword.

Although, there is little hope.

Three people, two horses. Naturally, Bai Jingxing wants to ride one by himself, and Li Xiaoqian and I ride one.

Pak King Hang's posture on horseback riding is very different. His image, like his own, is bizarre and out of tune.

He sat upside down on his horse, leaning against his neck, and from a distance he looked like a white mess of mud spread on his horse. He had to take a sip of wine every few steps the horse took, and every few miles the horse walked, he had to make a jug of wine.

It seemed that the wine was indispensable to him, and he needed to drink it from time to time, or he would lose his life.

Li Xiaoqian has always been very respectful to Bai Jingxing. Although we already know Bai Jingxing's identity, Li Xiaoqian has never been able to find out.

However, I want to confirm that what if there is another old man in white clothes, white hair, and white beard in this river and lake, who is addicted to drinking and good at swords, but not Bai Jingxing?

If he wasn't Bai Jingxing, wouldn't it be stupid for us to treat a strange old man of unknown origin so respectfully?

I asked, "Are you Bai Jingxing, the head of the Qingyun faction?"

Li Xiaoqian pinched me again, I raised my hand and gave him an elbow, he grabbed my arm with his grappling hand and twisted it, holding my arm tightly, unable to move.

Bai Jingxing said: "Little brother, you Shaolin faction grappler makes it the wrong way." ”

Li Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Please ask your seniors for advice." ”

Bai Jingxing said: "Shaolin grapplers, we must pay attention to the four words of male, accurate, fast and ruthless. How do you do this..... It has nothing to do with these four words. ”

Li Xiaoqian asked, "What is Xiong?"

Bai Jingxing said: "That is, the strength must be fierce and great." How can you use the power of a Shaolin grappler with the strength of a chicken like you?"

"Is that so?" Li Xiaoqian squeezed my arm violently, and I felt the joint of my elbow hurt, almost crushed by him.

I yelled "oops" and scolded, "Li Xiaoqian, you bastard!

Bai Jingxing laughed and said, "It's a little interesting, it's a little interesting." ”

Li Xiaoqian let go of my arm and thanked Bai Jingxing: "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

The anger had burned to the top of my head, and I felt full of strength, grabbing Li Xiaoqian and rolling off the horse. I stood up and punched Li Xiaoqian in the head with a fist.

Li Xiaoqian is no longer the original Li Xiaoqian. The grappling hand of the Shaolin faction is a well-known grappling kung fu on the rivers and lakes, and I threw a punch, but I didn't hit the position I expected, but was picked up by Li Xiaoqian. He grabbed my shoulder with his other hand, and twisted it again, and the force was noticeably harder and harder than before.

I had no martial arts, and I had no power to parry, so I was pressed to the ground by Li Xiaoqian. The joints in his arm were almost shattered.

I screamed and screamed.

Bai Jingxing clapped his hands and shouted, "Good, very good!"

I thought he thought that Li Xiaoqian had made a lot of progress in his kung fu after his guidance, and he was very happy, so he applauded. Unexpectedly, Bai Jingxing took a sip of wine and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen people fight, it's really funny!"

This old thing is playing us like monkeys!

Li Xiaoqian seemed to realize it, the force in his hand suddenly unloaded, I struggled to shake off Li Xiaoqian, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the top of Bai Jingxing's head!

Li Xiaoqian exclaimed, "Stop", but it was too late, I used all my strength to throw the stone vigorously, the stone spun in the air, and smashed towards Bai Jingxing at a fast speed.

However, no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than Bai Jingxing. I know that very well. In my anger, I could only do everything I could, not so much revenge as venting, to vent the anger in my heart. In fact, I don't have any hope in my heart at all for such a thing as throwing stones and smashing Bai Jingxing.

Who is Pak King Hong?

Wine Sword Fairy!

The best in the world in swordsmanship!

The head of the Qingyun faction!

How could you be hit by a stone I threw casually?!

However, the results were much more than I expected. Because, the stone not only hit Bai Jingxing's head, but also smashed blood.

The red blood spilled on Bai Jingxing's snow-white hair, like a red plum blooming in the heavy snow in midwinter, and it was a little stunningly beautiful.

"Ahh

He raised the gourd and poured it twice, shouting, "Little rabbit, see how I clean you up!"

It's not as fast as any of the masters I've seen in the past, but it's enough to choke me by the throat before I can react.

I was choked by Bai Jingxing's neck, the blood on his head had dispersed to the size of a palm, and a blood injection slowly left from the bun, about to dye his snow-white eyebrows red.

"Little rabbit cub!" Bai Jingxing scolded, "Who taught you a sneak attack?"

I was a little out of breath by Bai Jingxing, and said reluctantly: "Aren't you the head of the Qingyun Sect? Aren't you very strong in martial arts? Why can't you even avoid a stone?"

Bai Jingxing took a sip and said, "Don't you see that I'm drinking? Can drinking distract from drinking? Doesn't it spoil the deliciousness of the wine?!"

Only then did I realize that the person in front of me, whether he was really Bai Jingxing or not, he was definitely a drunkard, a complete drunkard.

In his philosophy, even if his head is broken and bleeding, it cannot spoil the delicious taste of his drinking.

However, my life was in his hands, and I could only beg for mercy: "Senior, I know that I am wrong. Leave me alone. ”

Li Xiaoqian also came up to help persuade: "Senior, although Dan Bing shouldn't have used a stone to sneak attack, he really didn't expect to hit you, please raise your hand." ”

At the critical moment, he still has a bit of brotherhood. I was very touched by this.

Bai Jingxing took a sip of wine, and I felt that my breathing was gradually relaxed, and I saw that the hands that were holding my neck were still quietly released. Bai Jingxing "Siha" and shouted: "It's really good wine!"

A drop of blood passed through Bai Jingxing's snow-white eyebrows, leaving a narrow imprint, and then dripping down.

Bai Jingxing turned around and drank again, completely ignoring the blood, as if the wound on his head did not exist. He floated on the horse, leaned lazily on the horse's back, and said lightly: "You two don't go to the Shaolin Temple first." ”

"Why?" I asked.

Bai Jingxing said: "Follow me to Chaohu Lake." ”

I asked again, "What are you doing in Chaohu?"

Bai Jingxing said: "Martial Arts Conference!"