Wang Yu stretched out his hand to recall the flying sword, and looked at it.

After a little scrutiny, she took a light step and struck sideways with a strange footwork, like a leisurely trampling on the lake, and every time she landed on the ground, a ripple would appear.

There was just a breeze blowing on your face.

In one breath, the woman had already walked in front of the Tsing Yi Daoist, and she didn't look at the flash of thunder that came rapidly behind her, and raised her hand to go down with a sword.

The thunderbolt bounced into the attic again, and disappeared.

The beauty holds the sword, and there is no tendency to open and close, such as a leisurely stroll, picking flowers with her hands, and the sword energy comes in a hurry.

The old Taoist turned around and stepped away, his hands kept pinching the trick and came out, the thunder light rose again, and there was a touch of golden light in the big sleeve to walk the dragon and snake to meet him.

A long golden rope is like a small golden Jiao, circling around and then undulating.

Just to hold down that flying sword.

The old Taoist shouted even louder: "Master Yu Zhuang, hand over this sword to me, you just need to walk in front of her and raise your hand to give him a punch, you can turn big things into small things, small things into nothing, and the body bones of the sword cultivator are the worst." ”

Yu Hongfei, an old man dressed as a rich man, flashed a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, twisted his toes, condensed his fist intent into an arm, and a dragon roared and a lion roared out of his fist.

There was a golden rope in front of it, and there was a fist intent running in the back, and the cyan jade bead turned into a thunderbolt and smashed from the side again.

Such a situation cannot be said to be extremely dangerous.

Monks fight against each other, the victory or defeat is often only in a blink of an eye, especially in this kind of situation where less should be more, preoccupation is only secondary, how to break the game, how to erase one of them, is the root of turning danger into disaster.

The apricot-eyed woman Wang Yu also frowned a little, she wanted to kill the old Taoist first, but she never thought that there were so many magic treasures, which was a little beyond her expectations.

The thunderbolt was the fastest, like a lightning bolt from the sky, the woman's shadow flashed, and she held the sword with one hand and swung it out suddenly, without looking back, she wanted to cut off the dazzling golden rope in a sword-splitting style.

Who knew that the golden long rope quickly fell and then twisted and wrapped around the willow leaf long sword, and pulled it hard, and the woman was immediately dragged away.

The fist intent behind him has arrived, Yu Hongfei's momentum is like a rainbow, his eyes are sharp, and he raised his hand to smash it with a punch, which is bound to shatter the back of his head with one punch.

The woman had no choice but to let go of the flying sword, turned around her hands and crossed her chest, and took a punch with both arms, and suddenly flew upside down like a broken kite, and there was a sound of broken bones from her arms.

The swarthy young man Wang Le hid to the side, his face was anxious, and he roared: "Miss!"

He doesn't care anymore, he jumps up, and he has to punch even if he fights!

But when he ran three feet in front of the rich old man, he found that his legs were shaking, and he didn't know how to dodge in the face of the old man's punch that was like a bamboo, or there was no way to dodge at all.

The young man had a dark face, pale inside.

The woman who had just landed on the ground with soreness in her arms shouted, "Wang Le, get out of the way!"

Yu Hongfei angrily punched down and shouted angrily: "Little rabbit, give me death!"

Life and death are only on the line.

But just when the punch that decided the life and death of the young man was about to fall, someone gently outlined the word "Xingdu" with two fingers of white rice paper and shattered, and a white figure was like a long rainbow passing through the gap, and the swarthy young man was out of sight in a blink of an eye.

When he reappeared, he was already on the high platform dozens of meters away, and a handsome young man in white stood beside him, his face was heavy, and wisps of golden aura wrapped around his legs, suddenly drifting away.

Yu Hongfei missed a punch, a little surprised, and then looked away and asked, "Who are you!"

The white-clothed young man smiled slightly, blocked the swarthy young man behind him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Just passing by." ”

The swarthy young man was shocked, and he was overjoyed when he saw the person coming, and begged: "Brother Jiang, save my young lady." ”

The young man in white didn't nod or shake his head when he heard this, sighed lightly, and asked forward: "Can the two seniors stop first, and you will talk about the grievances later." ”

Yu Hongfei couldn't see through this person for a while, and gently swept towards the old Taoist in Tsing Yi with his afterglow.

The latter had already dragged back the willow leaf long sword with a golden rope, brushed the dust in his hand and sneered: "It's not your turn here to be a Confucian student of the Three Realms to shout five and drink six, but we and other cultivators, after all, have mercy in our hearts, and today we will open the net and not pursue your sideways thing, and leave quickly." ”

His eyes were cold, "Otherwise, I'll clean up with you." ”

Jiang Huai felt the corners of his clothes being grabbed by the swarthy young man, glanced at the swarthy young man's pleading color, and shook his head.

After receiving an affirmative reply, the old man dressed as a rich man was in a calm mood, and once again stepped on his tiptoes and moved forward step by step.

He took one hand behind him, made a fist and hidden, and his body rose again, his fist intent flowed freely, and he swung out a punch and hit the young man's face.

Jiang Huai quickly took Wang Le and retreated, and even pinched out a piece of white rice paper with one hand and placed it in the air, and the aura of Haoran in the eight hundred zhang qi mansion was surging and undulating, and there was a golden light that climbed on top of the two fingers.

Two fingers float, all in one go.

In case of close enemies, you can use "reverse water".

When the white rice paper with the word "against the water" fluttered in front of the old man, it shattered suddenly, and then a mighty air like a wave of river water surged out.

This small courtyard was suddenly filled with all kinds of oppressive atmosphere, and the tables, chairs and benches suddenly flew and hit the stone wall.

Yu Hongfei stepped into the stone bricks with his feet, but he still retreated again and again, his hair was messy, and he cut a shallow groove with one palm.

The white-haired old Taoist was dumbfounded, and used the dust to block the sharp aura in front of him, and said in surprise: "How is it possible, it's just three realms, how can there be such a momentum?"

He quickly fixed his eyes with a unique method of contemplating things, and even opened his mouth to mutter, "Eight hundred zhang! This person is so young, is he?"

The old Taoist in Tsing Yi immediately asked loudly: "You are the Shangde Academy ranked first on the Hidden Dragon List, Gu Baichuan!"

He had never seen it, but that person was famous, and his high qualifications oppressed all young talents, and he was even known as the leader of a country's leaders, and Shangde Academy had a saint in charge.

The old Taoist suddenly broke into a cold sweat, clasped his hands into fists and said, "I really don't know that the little gentleman of the academy is here, I hope you don't be surprised." ”

The swarthy young man Wang Le was suddenly a little confused, "Gu Baichuan, isn't this person's name Jiang Huai?"

Wang Yu, an apricot-eyed woman whose arms were still numb, looked at this young man she had met once, her eyes flashed with surprise, and the words of leaving echoed in her heart.

When she returned home, the master said, "Although you have good qualifications, you should hide the weapon in your body, and have a sense of awe, mountains and rivers all over the world, a mountain is higher than a mountain, a wave is stronger than a wave, not to mention those old things, just give a young man younger than you, that person is named Gu Baichuan, just like his master, it was also a mountain hanging above the head of our generation, no matter how you cross it, you can't cross it, you are older, and you find that it is out of reach, disgusting people." ”

And the young man in white himself was extremely embarrassed, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "You recognize the wrong person, my name is Jiang Huai, but the person you are talking about, I know him, and I fought with him, although he didn't use all his strength, I also lost more than one step." ”

"Jiang Huai?"

The old Taoist in Tsing Yi was unpredictable, but then he denied it.

"It's absolutely impossible, within a hundred years, Confucianism has opened up the 800 zhang of Qi Mansion and only that young man is alone. ”

He thought about it, and then relieved, it should be this little gentleman who didn't want to reveal his identity.

The old Taoist arched his hand and smiled: "Since Gu... Jiang Gongzi made a move, and the old Dao naturally stopped meddling in this matter, as for this sword?"

He hesitated a little, sighed, withdrew the golden long rope, casually threw the willow leaf long sword aside, and snorted coldly: "If it weren't for Jiang Gongzi's help today, no matter how high your swordsmanship is, the old man will also take your head." ”

After the willow leaf long sword broke away from the entanglement, it hung on its own side in front of the woman, trembling slightly.

Jiang Huai smiled bitterly in his heart when he heard this, how could he not see the true meaning of this person's actions, first deliberately showed extreme reluctance, and then pointed out that the surname was to let go of the pain for the sake of his own face, which made people unconsciously owe a favor.

How this method compares to Yan Liuxing, it is naturally more than a step higher.

The young man in white patted the empty bag on his waist, but he forgot that the last jar of wine had been drunk before he entered the city, so he had to stand with his hands closed, looked at the apricot-eyed woman and said, "Miss Wang, what do you think?" ”

Wang Yu, who had a sword in his hand, burst out with sword intent, and said sharply: "Jingyue Villa killed more than hundreds of people in my Wang family, and if I don't take revenge, why should I be surnamed Wang." ”

She twisted the tip of her sword and pointed at the rich old man who had retreated in the corner before, and said angrily: "Yu Hongfei, you will definitely die today!"

The latter's chest surged with qi, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealed a terrifying smile, and sneered: "Wang family's little evil animal, do you really think that your father is a good person? If we hadn't made a preemptive strike, the other three major families would have died later, who the hell wouldn't want to live!"

He waved his hand and sighed: "That's it, the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes." The old man did not deny that he had hundreds of lives on his hands, and Wu'er was personally killed by you, plus the old man's head should be a few hundred pieces missing, if you want to kill, you will kill, if you are really afraid of retribution, leave them a way to live. ”

The young man turned around and left, not wanting to see what would happen next, nor wanting to know how he could understand what he was thinking if he was not in someone else's position.

The white-clothed young man who entered through the back door and came out of the main gate raised his head slightly, stared at the scorching sun, squinted, and muttered: "Is there anything in the world that repays grievances with virtue? Even those immortals who are really high in the sky, although they will not be flawed, but if they want to touch their bottom line, they will also kill the killer, and the cruelty of the means is no worse than that of the executioner." ”

"Then if it's all about complaining directly, you cut me once, I have to give you back, you kill me 100 people, I have to kill you 100 people, then what is the explanation of the so-called salvation Buddha in the book, cutting meat to feed eagles, and sacrificing himself to feed tigers?"

The boy's headache suddenly intensified, and he hugged his head and muttered in a low voice.

He hurriedly punched his chest a few times, and gasped: "You can't think about these problems, they involve too much." ”

The young man spent a full tael of silver to buy a jar of sorghum wine, drank it as he walked, walked out of the Sifang City with muddy steps, and turned back in one place, but he forgot to answer about the killing of bandits that day, so he had to sigh from the bottom of his heart, take back the wine jar, and run in stride under the scorching sun, with wind on his toes.

After the wine came up, where the boy ran over, he brought up a hometown nursery rhyme, which was very loud.

"Insects fly, cicadas chirp, I am the best at fishing, eat flatbread, eat big buns, as long as you are full, you can live..."