This is a sword that is infinitely close to returning to the basics.

Fade away all the splendor and dazzling, hide thousands of changes in simplicity!

Just like at the beginning of sword practice, everyone must learn the first move - stab!

Zhao Bufan has no time to sigh about life and death, all distracting thoughts may become fatal flaws, he has no choice but to do his best to play a palm with regret and give it a fight!

Pity......

The seemingly nonexistent dragon roar was torn apart, and the fierce palm power was slowly cut by the sword, and it couldn't even deflect the sharp tip of the sword.

He pulled back and retreated from the top of the pillar to the ground, retreating as fast as he could, hoping to survive until the moment when the gray-clothed swordsman was exhausted, as long as the gray-clothed swordsman's sword had a moment's unpleasant breath, he would have absolute certainty of breaking this sword.

Can......

The sword of the gray-clothed swordsman was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, coming close to him, and he didn't even have a chance to dodge, or even a chance to make another move.

The faster Zhao Bufan retreated, the faster that sword would be!

The distance between the sharp tip of the sword and the throat is getting shorter and shorter!

Twenty inch ......

Fifteen-inch ......

Ten inch ......

The sword was gently against his throat!

The two figures are frozen in an instant!

Zhao Bufan fully believed that if the other party spit out sword qi, he would definitely die.

"Don't !!"

"Lord Zhao!!"

Zhi Yuezhi, Yang Yizhong, and Shang Kunyang all exclaimed, all of them couldn't believe the scene they saw in front of them.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the gray-clothed swordsman's hair, and he gently lifted his lowered head, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Owner, you're defeated!"

As he spoke, the long sword swung lightly, shooting like a sharp arrow to the ground next to it, and it didn't sink into it.

Zhao Bufan's pupils shrank.

"You are?"

The sword intent on the gray-clothed swordsman slowly dissipated, and he once again became the free and easy hero, respectfully clasping his fists and saluting.

"In the lower Juxian Zhuangzi Rat Hall Master, Yan Wu!"

In an instant, Zhao Bufan relaxed completely, just now there was really a feeling of being closed from the ghost gate, he looked at Yan Wu for a long time with palpitations, then he collected his thoughts, and said with a wry smile: "You already know who I am?"

"I don't know before I make a move, but I know it after I make a move!" Yan Wu smiled and stared at him with burning eyes: "Although I am dedicated to practicing my sword, except for business matters, I don't ask anything else, I don't know much about the martial arts in the world, but I happen to have an in-depth understanding of the eighteen palms of the dragon, after all, the owner of my family will do this, so no one will be able to descend the eighteen palms of the dragon, right?"

"Why don't you think you're a member of the Beggar Gang?" Zhao Bufan smiled and shook his head.

"If that Shang Kunyang had practiced to this extent, the beggar gang would not be a plate of loose sand now!" Yan Wu was extremely smart, but he spoke a little straight, he could say whatever he wanted, and he didn't care about anything else, but he made Shang Kunyang next to him ashamed.

"So, isn't your second and third swords intentional?"

"There are not many masters like the owner, our martial arts are not much different, it is a good opponent to practice moves, if you recognize the identity of the owner, it is not good to shoot again, since you have mistaken it for Fang Jie, then it is good to treat the owner as Fang Jie before the fight!"

Zhiyuezhi next to her couldn't understand what she heard, and said angrily: "If you can't hold back, won't you kill him?"

"If it's really a mistake to kill, then you will lose your life and accompany the owner to Huangquan together!" Yan Wu smiled indifferently, and said bluntly: "What joy is life, what is the pain of death, if you can have a good opponent, you can feel the beauty of swordsmanship, and you are not afraid of death!"

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads in unison, obviously unable to understand, but Shang Kunyang's eyes lit up, and he answered with a smile: "If it weren't for the love of swords, I'm afraid Fifth Brother Yan wouldn't be able to practice such a shocking swordsmanship!"

"Your Excellency?" Yan Wu looked puzzled.

"Little brother Shang Kunyang!"

Yan Wu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said suddenly: "You hurry up and practice the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, I will find you to learn from you in the future, not to find the owner, he is the world after all, if he really accidentally kills him, I am also ashamed of my own brother, my conscience is uneasy, I Yan Wu loves the sword first in his life, the second love, if I can do both, it is the best!"

"Okay! It's really that day, you and I will learn, life and death!" Although Shang Kunyang's martial arts are still far behind, his ambition is not small, he aspired to be the first in the world back then, and he has never changed, so he is naturally full of promises, and his attitude of pursuing the ultimate in martial arts is really in line with Yan Wu's appetite.

The more Yan Wu looked at him, the more he felt very eye-catching, and immediately smiled and said: "Since you also have this kind of heart, then I might as well teach you the thirteen swords to kill you, and when you practice to the same level as me, in the future we will fight each other, I have always felt that the thirteen swords should still be able to improve, but unfortunately my talent is limited, since I started practicing swords at the age of five, I have been practicing hard for thirty-five years, and I have just practiced the thirteenth sword of half a move, and I think it is the limit, and it is difficult to make a major breakthrough!"

"He's not suitable for sword training!" Zhao Bufan interrupted with a smile: "Shang Kunyang's martial arts have already been formed, he doesn't know how to use a sword at all, it's too late to start learning now, even if he has a hidden talent for swordsmanship, it's not worth it!"

When Yan Wu heard this, his eyes were full of regret.

"If so, that's it!"

In fact, Zhao Bufan does not support this kind of almost obsessive martial arts in his heart, in his opinion, martial arts is a skill of people, not all, talent is fundamental, but he also knows that it is useless to say these things to a person like Yan Wu who is obsessed with swordsmanship, it can only increase the contradiction, so he immediately changed the topic and said: "By the way, I met Bai Qianli earlier, and he said that your Zirat Hall is responsible for guarding the main hall, why did you come to Hangzhou?"

At the mention of this, Yan Wu's face instantly turned cold.

"It's not because of the Deng bald head of Mingjiao, he recently went to Hangzhou to rob our Juxianzhuang goods when he had nothing to do, which caused us great losses and killed dozens of peripheral brothers, it can be said that he was clearly bullying Mao Tutang and his foothold was unstable, and he almost robbed a cargo ship in Dongxian Port in the open sea east of Qiantang last time, so Zhang Jiaotou asked me to bring someone over to help Jianqi, and I plan to teach Mingjiao a lesson!"

"Deng bald?" Gongsun Sheng looked at him in astonishment.

Yan Wu smiled: "Deng bald head is Deng Yuanjue, the right envoy of the Ming Sect, the bald wine and meat monk, the kid of Jian Qi gives people names all day long, and if you stay with him for a long time, you will naturally get used to it!"

The crowd was instantly happy.

Zhao Bufan turned to ask: "You have got the exact news now, are you sure that Fang Jie and Bao Daoyi will come to Hangzhou?"

"Indeed!"

Yan Wu nodded, and replied with a light smile: "Jian Qi caught the leader of Mingjiao's activities in Hangzhou, and forced him to recruit Mingjiao's plan to raise troops, and learned that they would first lay Muzhou as a foundation, and then divide the army into three routes, the west road to fight Shezhou, the south road to fight Quzhou, and the north road to Hangzhou, and Hangzhou is the top priority, Fang Jie and Bao Daoyi will personally come to Hangzhou to gather the sect members to meet the Mingjiao army, so our plan is to attack and kill Fang Jie, give the Mingjiao a color, and then temporarily evacuate Hangzhou!"

Hearing this, Zhao Bufan's brows furrowed, and he quickly shook his head and said: "You should evacuate, evacuate, what kind of Fang Jie to kill?" Mingjiao's rebellion this time is not an ordinary rebellion, but a program based on doctrine, conquering cities and territories, there is a great tendency to build a country, the imperial court will not tolerate it, and will soon recruit elite soldiers to suppress it in the future, you don't need to do it at all, you really want to collect debts, then it should also be looking for Deng Yuanjue, what is the point of finding Fang Jie.

If Fang La surrenders in the future, many of them may join the imperial court, how should Juxianzhuang deal with itself? Juxianzhuang is not a strictly trained army, and it is difficult for the brothers to accept the change of the identity of the enemy.

Yan Wu thought about it carefully, understood a little, and respectfully clasped his fists and saluted: "Then listen to the owner, I will let the brothers go separately to recall the people who are ambushed on various roads, so as to save more casualties!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wu immediately turned around and arranged for those brothers from Juxianzhuang, and after a while, they were gone, and the tea shop was deserted.

At this time, the shopkeeper was still so frightened that he hid in the back kitchen hut and didn't dare to come out, Zhao Bufan couldn't help beckoning to him, signaling him to come out, and let him continue to serve.

Fortunately, there were still a few tables that were not damaged at this time, and everyone had a place to eat, and after eating and drinking, Zhao Bufan also took out a large ingot of silver and put it on the table.

"Shopkeeper, is this silver enough to compensate you for this tea shop?"

"Enough! Enough! Thank you, officer!!" The shopkeeper swept away the previous depression and greeted him with a smile, even if this ingot of silver was enough to buy three tea shops like him, how could he not be happy.

"That's good!"

Zhao Bufan replied with a smile, didn't care too much, set off quickly, and followed Yan Wu to Hangzhou City, planning to settle down in Juxian Cloth Workshop first.

In the evening, everyone entered Hangzhou smoothly, and they planned to settle down quietly first, but they just walked to the street where the cloth workshop was located, and saw the sign of closure hanging at the gate of the cloth workshop from a distance, and dozens of people were piled up outside the door, hanging lanterns and colored paper in full swing, just like the New Year, and the man headed by him was even more fist-clinging sleeves, busy working left and right.

"What's going on? Is it a holiday?" Orizuki opened a pair of confused eyes, stunned.

Yan Wu smiled bitterly, and then shouted loudly: "Jian Qi, what are you kid doing?"

Jian Qi, who was directing everyone to be busy over there, heard the voice, turned around suddenly, his expression changed in an instant, and he shouted anxiously: "Hurry!!Hurry!!Pull the banner!!Pull the banner!!

As he spoke, the people outside the door instantly picked up the long cloth on the ground and quickly pulled it open, occupying half of the street.

It reads: Welcome to the handsome, dashing, suave, invincible, and world-first Juxianzhuang owner!

The banner was really a bit infiltrating, and the people in the street were all smiling and gathering around to point and point, but the Jianqi shouted as if he had nothing to do, "Playing music!!!!!"

Suddenly, chaotic joy sounded, and dozens of big men lined up in two rows and began to howl at the top of their throats.

"Welcome the handsome and dashing owner! Welcome the charming owner! Welcome the mighty and invincible owner to the ......"

Zhi Yuezhi's face was instantly pale, and she looked at Yan Wu blankly: "Is this Jian Qi not very good at braining?"

"This ...... It's always been a little, but it's never cured!" Yan Wu nodded awkwardly.

Zhao Bufan really couldn't cry or laugh, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the people over there were gathering more and more, pulled Yang Yizhong in front of him, and said urgently: "From now on, you are me!"

"My lord, you can't do this!!" Yang Yizhong was anxious.

At this time, the sword seven had already rushed over quickly, and Zhao Bufan didn't say a word, and directly pushed Yang Yizhong out.

"Sword Hall Master, don't welcome the big village master yet!!"

Jian Qi didn't even look at Yang Yizhong, and walked in front of him: "Big Zhuang, I can be regarded as seeing you!"

"I'm not ......"

Zhao Bufan was about to argue, but Jian Qi was the first to laugh and said: "Zhuang Master, everyone is obviously centered on you when they walk, their steps are all following your steps, and you are the only one present who has the strongest aura, so don't test the vision of your subordinates!"

In an instant, Zhao Bufan's eyes lit up, and he never expected Jian Qi to be so observant.

"His brain is better than ordinary people!" Zhi Yuezhi looked at Yan Wu next to him blankly.

Yan Wu shook his head helplessly: "Some things are good, some things are not good, I can't say it accurately, and it will happen from time to time!"

“......”

Everyone was a little crying and laughing.

Jian Qi didn't do it, and said angrily: "Fifth Brother Yan, why do you always speak ill of me, when did I get sick?"

Yan Wu glanced at the banners in the distance: "What are you doing if you're not sick?"

Jian Qi hurriedly said: "Doing these is sick? What kind of power is our Juxian Village? What is the identity of the owner of the village? This is the first time I come to our Mao Rabbit Hall, it must be thicker, otherwise I won't lose the prestige? I think there was a star faction in the Western Regions back then, that is called magnanimity, and the masters in the door came out to sit in a sedan chair, beating gongs and drums, with loud slogans, and the end was majestic!

With the identity of our owner, naturally I can't weaken my prestige, I still think the time here is too tight, and the arrangement is not generous enough, if it weren't for the delay when Fang Jie was captured, if it wasn't for the fact that you let people send back the news too slowly, it must be arranged more thickly, you are good, but say that I am sick, I am really angry, just take advantage of the fact that the owner of the village is also here today, let the owner give a comment, you have always said that my head is not good, why is my head bad?"

These words were said quickly and urgently, without the slightest pause, and it was really blocked that Yan Wu couldn't refute it, and looked at the banner, he really couldn't stand his reluctance.

"Okay! You're right, you're right! You can do whatever you want, I can't tell you!"

"It's not that it's just that, I'm telling you this truth, think about it......" Jian Qikou was like a river, and for a while, he actually pulled Yan Wu to talk non-stop, and he didn't mean to stop at all.

Zhi Yuezhi was shocked when she heard it, and secretly pulled Zhao Bufan's sleeve: "He can say it so well!"

"No, no! He seemed to have said something very important just now, but he said it too quickly, what is it?" Zhao Bufan frowned secretly.

Gongsun Sheng next to him looked at Jian Qi in a daze, and was feeling that there are no wonders in the world, and suddenly heard Zhao Bufan's self-talk, and couldn't help but answer: "He said that he had captured Fang Jie alive!"