Shen Mei'er was about to cry, and stretched out her hand to her cheek: "He made a cut on my face, how can I get married?"

Shen Hubao turned his head to look at Fei Nanhui: "General, Mei'er has a wound on her face, will she be disgusted?"

Fei Nanhui smiled: "Naturally, I won't dislike it, the son of Jiangmen, I am happy to be sad." ”

Shen Hubao looked back at his daughter for the first time: "Still have questions?"

Shen Mei'er's eyes were misty, and she watched Shen Hubao walk towards her seat, and then shouted violently: "He is Meng Bajiu's apprentice, a disciple of the Sword Gate, he wants to ask for advice from a city, my Shen family's sword furnace has no one to beat him so far, you, the furnace master, don't care?"

One word.

Shen Hubao's footsteps suddenly paused.

He turned around in surprise and looked at Ning Shi seriously: "You are a disciple of Mr. Nine of the Sword Sect?"

Shen Hubao did not call Meng Bajiu the female devil, but called Mr., because Meng Bajiu also took the road of the peak of martial arts, and he was almost at the end.

The forerunner is Mr., Shen Hubao has always respected Meng Bajiu, and he is the furnace owner of the sword furnace, there is no reason to hate the sword gate, of course, this kind of unreasonable is not enough for outsiders.

Ning Shi stood up and replied, "Yes." ”

Shen Hubao looked at Ning Shi's hand again: "Have you ever cultivated a sword?"

Ning Shi's fingertips moved slightly, and a sword roared out: "Naturally, you have to cultivate!"

Shen Hubao seemed to be interested: "Can you still fight?"

Ning Shi smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth: "Disciple of the Sword Sect, I said that I asked for advice, as long as I came to Luoyang tonight, anyone could fight." ”

If you say war, I will fight, I don't care who you are, I'll talk about it.

......

One punch.

A bronzed punch.

This is Shen Hubao's response to Ning Shi's advice.

At the same time as the candle flame of the entire Ziyun Tower was swung out with this punch, all the flames fluttered in the direction where Ning Shi was standing, and there seemed to be a wave of ripples in the air. Shen Hubao's fists are simple in action, and can even be said to be understated, giving people a feeling of extreme indifference.

Fist.

It's slow.

Ning Shi has time to raise his sword to block.

Then, with a loud bang, the wooden sword and the fist met impartially, and the black wooden sword bent into a bow, and then, Ning Shi was like an arrow, and with a swish, he flew out, and the trajectory of the flight was straight.

Along.

smashed countless wooden tables, knocked down countless spectators, and smashed it more than ten steps away from the door of Ziyun Tower, which was almost where Ning Shi entered the door.

The black wooden sword stuck into the floor, cutting a long furrow.

Sawdust flew, dust flew, and swords rang incessantly, resounding throughout the Ziyun Tower.

Ning Shi was definitely impossible to stop by himself, he was smashed in front of a table, the only table that was not knocked off. Kneeling on one knee, the wooden sword was on crutch, the blood cough did not stop, the whole body was soaked, there was sweat and blood, and the hair was sticky together.

A fist print on the chest.

The clothes on the front chest and back were directly smashed by this punch.

Blood.

It landed on the table with a clatter, and slowly flowed towards the people eating at the table.

Shen Hubao's face was calm, and he said indifferently: "This city, it's not anyone who wants to ask for advice, the mouth is powerful, but this sword, hum, is average." ”

Is that the end of it?

Thousands of spectators looked at the center of the banquet, in fact, the battle did not last long, and the musician's tunes were not changed. This is not an ordinary battle between the reckless men of the rivers and lakes, a duel of cultivators, many times, one punch, one sword, one sword, it is over.

Some of the spectators were already ready to applaud, and once again the powerful were victorious, and this world, or the world, was it the people of the world who had the final say, a madman? After all, he was a madman...... Monkeys can also go crazy, can't they escape from Wuzhi Mountain in the play.

Thunder rang out outside the building.

Is it finally going to snow in Luoyang?

Shen Meier didn't know where she went, her face was cut, and she naturally didn't have the face to see anyone, which was the biggest harm to a woman. Jiang Liuyun had already returned to his sect and lost Chaoyang, it didn't matter, it was still a warbler Yanyan, the sword was eaten, please take another one, and spend some silver.

Looking at Ning Shi, who couldn't get up anymore, these people were no longer interested, anyway, naturally someone would pick up the garbage, but they just wanted to trouble those servants. It's really boring, the huge sword gate, but why don't you even have a friend.

Hey, forgot, Jianmen, it seems that he hasn't had many friends since ancient times.

The musicians at the banquet finally changed another tune.

The dishes also changed.

It is difficult to get to the dining room.

It's icy cold......

The sound of the piano gradually rose.

Genial.

"Die!"

A knife was born in the warmth!

"Dare to touch my brother, I will be your eighth-generation ancestor!"

With this curse, a white air stream pierced the air and appeared behind a row of food delivery servants. Just listening to the voice, you can know that it is Ye Qingniao.

Three years ago, in Walnut Town, in the face of the Demon Seeker, it was she who regarded Ning Shi as her younger brother and made a knife in front of her.

This time it was the same, it was her again, and it was another knife, but a little later. This really can't be blamed on Ye Qingniao, from climbing over the wall into the Hibiscus Garden to this Ziyun Tower, if no one takes it away, it will really get lost, and even be blinded by the surrounding luxury. They didn't know that Ning Shi was in trouble, so they walked even slower, and they stole something to eat halfway, and went around in circles, so that they would go around to the side of the building, just around the diagonal opposite where Ning Shi was smashed.

Ye Qingniao and the others sneaked into the banquet hall, and the first thing they saw was Shen Hubao's punch, and then Ning Shi, who was smashed into the air, and the blood all over his body.

According to Ye Qingniao's temperament, can he apply for the ancestors of the eight generations of tigers and leopards?

In addition to anger in Ye Qingniao's eyes, anger is anger, and then his knife is the knife of anger, one slash is the second knife, and both knives have a whistling.

Shen Hubao's eyes were still indifferent, and he stomped lightly on the ground with his bare feet, shaking two pieces of broken wood, one bounced off the first knife, and the other shattered the second knife, and he shook his head at the same time, seemingly dissatisfied.

Then, within three feet of the dissatisfied Shen Hubao, a knife that seemed to appear out of thin air appeared.

This knife surprised Shen Hubao: "Three knives?"

"Something interesting little girl!"

Then he stretched out a finger, as if to test the strength of the knife.

There was a bang.

The Song of the Golden Stone.

The blade whimpered, as if crying and mourning, and the third knife touched Shen Hubao, and then the force of this collision alone touched Ye Qingniao.

Three knives.

Qi Break.

When the knife was broken, there was a demon roar, endlessly, almost rubbing the body of Ye Qingniao flying out and rushing over. Chen Yusheng used his strength to blow the lock demon flute, and then as soon as the hundred demons appeared, a large mouthful of Ye Qingniao's blood fell on his face, and at the same time, the knife that flew out hit a teacup, and there was water in the cup, and the water and blood trajectory were the same.