Before Han Yan's body landed, the embroidery needle clasped between her fingers had been silently issued, and the few people who sneaked onto the stage suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in their hearts and eyebrows, and their consciousness had disappeared from their minds, and they fell on the snow. Han Yan nodded on her toes, fluttering forward, her red clothes flashed slightly, and she had already arrived in front of Fang Shouyi, with a smile on her face, and said, "The surname Fang, don't make trouble here." Come with us!" Fang Shouyi saw her slender hand holding it to her shoulder, and naturally shrank back, but where could she avoid Han Yan's hand, Han Yanyu handed it slightly, and her fingertips were already stained with Fang Shouyi's clothes.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly hit from the side and slapped Han Yan's right shoulder. Han Yan didn't have time to think carefully, her wrist turned slightly, and she hooked the opponent's wrist. The person who came responded to the move was very fast, and before waiting for Han Yan's move to make him old, he had already changed his move, turned his palm into a finger, and lightly touched Han Yan's Hukou Yuji Point, and then floated back, standing on the ground, and smiling slightly. Han Yan was taken aback, the tiger's mouth acupoint was so little by the other party, and the strength disappeared immediately, and when she looked closely, she saw that this person was more than thirty years old, with a handsome face and a chic expression, but it was Sima Qingshan, the descendant of Nagu Shooting Mountain. Han Yan said angrily: "What are you doing?" Hundreds of flowers and four absolute beings were surprised, and they all protected Han Yan.

Sima Qingshan smiled silently. I saw Quan Jiutian holding a folding fan in his hand, coming slowly, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that you want to take this son away, and we don't agree." ”

Han Yan said: "It's your business!"

Quan Jiutian said: "Oh, a beautiful person speaks rudely, that's very bad!"

Han Yan's face turned red when he said it, and she was furious in her heart, if it weren't for Yan Santai's martial arts strength, she would have already killed her.

Quan Jiutian's voice suddenly lowered, and said, "Just now you killed five disciples of the Horse Trace Sect, and it was indeed a clever technique, and no one was aware of it, but we saw it. If you don't speak so brutally, I promise you that no one else will notice it. ”

Han Yan and the five of them were taken aback. Han Yan's "embroidered flying needle" is one of the stunts of the Hundred Flowers Gate, Han Yan has practiced with great concentration, and has obtained a true biography, this time the embroidery needle is sent out invisibly and without a shadow, Bao Xiang, Bao Yin, and Bao Guangyin are all focused on the eight people who are fighting fiercely, and they didn't notice it, but they didn't expect to be seen by the seemingly elegant and elegant Quan Jiutian.

After Han Yan was taken aback, she immediately calmed down and said, "If you are a woman, I may consider this remark." But you're a stinky man, hmph, I've never been threatened by any man. ”

Quan Jiutianqi said: "You are a ...... of Hundred Flowers" The word "door" has not yet been spoken, the silver light is dazzling, and an embroidery needle as thin as a cow's hair has been shot to the center of his eyebrows, and he hurriedly turned his head sideways to avoid it, and praised: "What a powerful 'embroidery flying needle'!" Since this Han Yan calls herself Baihuamen, then her method of launching hidden weapons is naturally the "embroidery flying needle" stunt of Baihuamen.

Sima Qingshan, who was standing on Quan Jiutian's side, was shocked in his heart, and half of his body broke out in a cold sweat, so he stood on Quan Jiutian's side, but it wasn't until the embroidery needle shot five inches of Quan Jiutian's face that he realized that if it weren't for Quan Jiutian's outstanding skills, he could dodge away by himself, and he would have been too late to rescue him, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed. As soon as Han Yan made a move, the Hundred Flowers and the Four Absolute immediately pounced on Quan Jiutian.

Sima Qingshan flew forward, blocked the four of them, and said with a smile: "Don't be busy, don't be busy, let me play with all the beauties." ”

The body of the Hundred Flowers is light and floating, coming and going, the clothes are bright and splendid, and the eyes are confused, but if you talk about skill, it is too far away from Sima Qingshan. The shy flower is holding an iron rose more than a foot long, and the rose is full of small thorns; the closed moon is holding a bronze mirror, the mirror surface is smooth, the mirror edge is sharp, it can not only attack, but also defend, the mirror surface can reflect strong light, shoot the enemy's eyes, extremely powerful. The sunken fish is holding a small fishing rod with a sharp head and a fishing hook that can fly and rotate, and can be used as a sword, a rope, a hook, and a stick, and a small iron-tired bow with a bowstring that can be pulled and bounced, and can lock the blade. The four of them are all small and strange weapons, with exquisite tricks and tricks, and they are extremely ingenious, tricky, strange, and strange. The four of them advanced and retreated in a row, supporting each other and being adept at formation. In Chaosong Restaurant, Shen Yu once defeated the Four Tigers of Jingmen in one move, and Shen Yu, Luo Yan, Closed Moon, and Shy Hua were all in the middle of each other. But at this moment, the four of them joined forces, and they were still far from being Sima Qingshan's enemies. Sima Qingyi's body swirled among the fragrant wind and shadows, extremely fast. No matter how the four of them attacked, they couldn't help him in the slightest. The four faces are like frost, and the warblers are crying, rushing to attack.

The group of heroes in the audience was surprised to see five beauties suddenly appear, and the five of them suddenly fought with Sima Qingshan, and Sima Qingshan's martial arts were almost at the top, which was even more amazing and admirable. The people with low martial arts only felt that the fresh clothes were fluttering, and the figures were blurred, where could they see the shape of the five people, and under the dizziness, each turned his head to avoid it, but after a while, he couldn't help but move his gaze back. Some were shocked by the beauty of the five people, and some were shocked by the strength of Sima Qingshan's martial arts. In an instant, the group of heroes in the audience was divided into three groups, each focusing on the three fierce battles on the stage. Bao Xiang glanced at Baihua Sijue and others, and his eyes were also slightly surprised.

Sima Qingshan and the four of them have been around for a long time, and they are also secretly admired in their hearts, these four girls are only seventeen or eight years old, but their skills are not weak, which is rare in martial arts in recent years. During the fierce fight, the internal strength of the fists and legs gradually increased. The flowers and the four absolute flowers suddenly tightened, sweating profusely, and their chests were like mountains, but the four women gritted their teeth and insisted, without flinching.

Sima Qingshan smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, offended!" swept his legs. The closed moon and shy flowers in front of them were unwilling to retreat and jumped up together. Sima Qingshan's body regressed abruptly, as urgent as an arrow, his palms whirring, patting the chest of the sinking fish and the falling geese. The two of them suddenly felt that the palm wind was fierce and vicious, the flowers were discolored, their bodies were divided, and they rushed to the side. Suddenly, his hands were numb in the ground, and the breeze blew through his body, Sima Qingyi passed between the two of them, and he had already snatched the fishing rod and bow of the two of them with his hands. Sima Qing's shirt was bowed in his hand, his body had been bypassed, his body was erratic, like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the closed moon and shy flowers. The figure of the Closed Moon Shy Flower had just landed, and she felt a strong wind whistling, and a leg shadow passed in the corner of her eye, and she rushed straight to the door. The two were shocked, but at this moment, it was too late to block and retreat, and the two of them agreed, and an iron plate bridge leaned back. The wind swept across their faces, and before the two of them could stand up straight, their jade wrists shook, and the iron rose and bronze mirror were unstable, and they changed hands at the same time. Sima Qingshan's four weapons were in hand, and he was in a hurry, laughing. Everyone with a hundred flowers turned pale and stunned.

Sima Qingshan's laughter continued, and suddenly a gray shadow rolled towards him like a whirlwind, with both hands out, and at the same time grabbed his left leg knee bend "Ququan", right leg "Shenfeng" and "Ring Jump" acupoints, extremely fast. Sima Qingshan was attacked sharply, slightly stunned, his left foot retreated slightly, and his right leg was lightly raised, which had resolved this trick, and when he looked closely, he saw that the person who came was only a young man in his twenties, with a square nose and a handsome face, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. The young man's move failed, and he had already changed his move, turning his claws into elbows, hitting his left elbow on his abdomen and his right elbow on his chest, attacking the middle game. Sima Qingshan saw that this young man's moves were strange and changed very quickly, and he wanted to see the depth of his skills, so he turned sideways to avoid it and did not make a move. The young man was not old with a move, and suddenly grabbed Sima Qingshan's face, Sima Qingshanfeng nodded and dodged, the young man's right hand was stretched out, and he performed a hand-to-hand grappling technique, and hurriedly grabbed the mirror, rod, bow, and flower four weapons in Sima Qingshan's hand.

Sima Qingshan smiled dumbly: "So you want to grab these things?" After taking three steps sideways, the young man had already grabbed the air and asked, "Hey, what's your name?"

The young man said, "The master's name is Zhang Xiaoji." Return our blades!"

This young man is Zhang Xiaoji, the flower slave of Baihuamen.