Gu Shenwei always warned himself in his heart that there were two people standing opposite, in addition to the wild horse, there was also a proud disciple who didn't know where to hide, this was a simple thing, but it was a little difficult to really do.

In addition to not opening his mouth, Mustang 's movements and expressions all match the words being spoken, he is like a legendary ventriloquist master, he doesn't need the help of others at all, most people will be involuntarily affected after listening to a few words, knowing that Mustang is mute, they will also think that it is a person.

Shangguan Hong couldn't keep his composure, staring at the wild horse tightly, as if he was observing whether the other party had secretly opened his mouth.

"Defeat him, and you can enter the third level and compete with me. The voice said.

Gu Shenwei snorted and put the Wufeng knife into its sheath, "I'm sorry, I thought the third level would be more challenging, but I didn't expect it to be my subordinate's defeat, and I have been defeated more than once." ”

Mustang is no longer the leader in Gu Shenwei's memory, now he is more and more like a disciple of the proud building, his face is stiff, and he has no reaction to ridicule and anger, "You defeated Mustang and I am Peng Xianren." ”

"Another Peng Immortal, I've never heard of a ghost separating its tongue from its body after reincarnation. Gu Shenwei said in an even more disdainful tone, "To be honest, I'm really a little tired of killing a Peng Immortal every once in a while, why don't you two change your name?"

Shangguan Hong nodded excitedly and took a step closer to the Dragon King, he didn't like wild horses or Peng Xianren, the disciples of Xiaoyuetang were just a little crazy, and their basic thinking was not much different from normal people, but the disciples of the proud building were like demons living deep in the mountains, and they made people feel creepy as soon as they appeared, and they had little to do with the weirdness of behavior and language.

"You should call it a wild seed. Shangguan Hong was as mean as an ignorant young man, relying on the acquiescence of the adults and speaking freely, he didn't notice that he enjoyed the protection of the Dragon King so much, "Jinpeng Castle, Old Man Mu, Xiaoyue Hall, and Proud Building, how many masters have you changed? You have even forgotten your surname, right? Yes, you have never known what your surname is, and you don't even know what your father and mother look like." ”

"My name is Peng Xianren. The dull voice said that Shangguan Hong's sarcasm had no effect.

Gu Shenwei still shook his head, his hands didn't even hold the knife, "It doesn't matter what your name is, whether it's a wild horse or a Peng immortal, you don't deserve to be the third level, if you want to compete with me, you have to prove your strength first." ”

The voice was silent, as if it felt that the Dragon King's request was reasonable.

Shangguan Hong was uneasy, he would rather compete with the Dragon King than fight with a wild horse like a zombie, but there was always very little flash of inspiration in his mind, and he would only silently pray that bad luck would not befall him again.

"You want to see my swordsmanship?" replied, and the wild horse raised his long sword.

"You've even changed your weapons. Gu Shenwei said.

"No, this has always been the weapon of the Peng Immortals. ”

Telling the most obvious lies has a hypnotic effect, this is indeed the consistent "weapon" of the previous Peng immortals, Gu Shenwei was once lost in the fog of trickery, but now he only feels ridiculous, "If this has always been your weapon, you won't ask me 'do you want to see your swordsmanship', but say'Do you want to see your swordsmanship again', you forgot, we fought, and it was your head that was separated from your body at that time." ”

The voice was silent again, and a trace of confusion flashed on the wild horse's face, showing disharmony with the speaker for the first time, he had never seen the scene of the dragon king killing the dwarf Peng Immortal, and he couldn't communicate with the proud disciple Lingxi in the dark.

"Come out. The voice said, and Mustang's expression returned to normal.

Another man walked from behind the tree to the moonlight, tiptoeing as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping people, but with an embarrassed smile on his face, as if a child who had just done something naughty, he had to walk up to his parents, "Hello, Dragon King." ”

Han Fen also held a sword in her hand, it was only two months ago that she was not used to using a sword.

"I'm fine. Gu Shenwei's tone became easy-going, "You passed my words to the Imperial Master?"

"Of course, it's been said a long time ago. Han Fen said quickly, urgently to clear himself of his responsibilities, "But ...... But ......"

"But what?"

"But the Imperial Master is very busy, this ...... Peng Xianren can...... In her place, the Dragon King can say something to Peng Xianren. ”

Lying is a very difficult and distressing thing for Han Fen, that sad face, even a three-year-old child can't be fooled, but the voice is very satisfied, "The Imperial Master and Peng Immortal have the same idea, the Dragon King has to pass three levels. ”

Gu Shenwei was also silent for a while, Han Fen on the other side squeezed her eyebrows, as if she wanted to say something, compared to the clumsy lie, her expression was too rich, Gu Shenwei couldn't understand it at all, so she said: "Han Xuan lives in my barracks, she likes Han Wuxian very much." ”

Han Fen didn't show the excitement he should have about his good friend's whereabouts, "Hey, the hall master hasn't killed her yet......?" Hey, she's useless anyway, and even the Imperial Masters aren't interested in her......"

"Immortal Peng didn't call you out to chat. The voice said.

Han Fen immediately shut up, squeezed out a few more expressions on his face, and then lowered his head and slashed around the ground with the long sword in his hand, as if it was a branch that was not very smooth.

"After passing the second level, Peng Xianren will compete with her to prove her strength. The voice continued.

Han Fen's head hung even lower, and he didn't say a word.

Gu Shenwei was silent again.

Shangguan Hong became more and more sure of the conjecture in his heart, took another step closer to the Dragon King, and said loudly: "Han Fen, the wild horse betrayed the Imperial Master, isn't it? You say something, Dragon King...... The dragon king will save people. ”

Answer him. The voice ordered, and Han Fen hurriedly raised his head and said, "No, no, no, Ye ...... Peng Xianren did not betray, and the imperial master was really-very busy. Han Fen dragged out her voice, trying her best to convey the information she didn't dare to say.

Gu Shenwei was even more puzzled, the lotus girl didn't seem to be in danger, otherwise, Han Fen would rather have her surname in danger, and would openly ask the Dragon King for help, but the information she hid was too vague and there was no trace to be found.

And the Dutch girl likes Han Fen very much, how could she throw her to the Mustang competition? That is basically a dead end.

"Ha, Mustang, you have leaked the stuffing, Han Fen was obviously ...... by you" Shangguan Hong's words were only halfway through when the Dragon King made a move.

Gu Shenwei has been pondering and meditating, Shangguan Hong don't say that he is defenseless, even if he is fully vigilant, he didn't expect the Dragon King to make a move.

With a bang, Shangguan Hong's whole person flew out, crashed into an old tree, landed in a thick snowdrift, and a piece of snow fell above his head, almost burying his whole person.

"I won, the second level is over. Gu Shenwei ended the argument in this way.

The scene of Shangguan Hong being buried in the snow didn't know why Han Fen felt extremely happy, haha laughed, the more he laughed, the more he couldn't stop, holding his stomach, "Oops, hey, Dragon King...... Can you ...... It's too bad, haha, oops, is he dead?"

Shangguan Hong came out of the snowdrift with a thud, holding a straight soft sword in his hand, and glared at the Dragon King.

Han Fen laughed breathlessly, "You still don't admit defeat?" Dragon King, let's have a bigger snowman." ”

Han Fen's words didn't have any superfluous meaning, but Shangguan Hong suddenly came to his senses and immediately lowered the sword in his hand, "Admit defeat, I admit defeat, no need to compare, the Dragon King has passed the second level." ”

It was the turn of the voice behind the wild horse to be silent again, he wanted to see the dragon king's dead man swordsmanship, but he couldn't.

Gu Shenwei sighed secretly, if the person who was held hostage on the opposite side was a lotus girl, or even Nie Zeng or Tie Linglong, he would understand the hint of the Dragon King, and at the moment he made a move, he launched an attack on the wild horse, Gu Shenwei was ready to draw his sword and participate in the battle, but Han Fen just laughed endlessly, forgetting that the next thing was his own competition with "Peng Xianren".

Mustang raised the long sword in his hand, he had practiced for many years, and his sword was not jerky, but he looked like an old swordsman who had been immersed in silver for a long time.

Han Fen turned around and looked at the sword in his hand, "I also admit defeat, okay?"

The voice didn't answer, Han Fen knew that this was the meaning of refusal, and said frustratedly: "I knew that I would make a move first." ”

Mustang was indeed waiting for her to make the first move, and he had given up on the habit of killer preemptive strikes.

Han Fen waved the long sword a few times decently, "Let's say first, when I die, you have to send the body to the Imperial Master as soon as possible, she knows how to dispose of it, you don't understand." ”

The voice still didn't speak.

"It's really not good, it's okay to give it to the Dragon King, he won't be as perfect as the Imperial Master, but it's better than ending up with a whole corpse. ”

Shangguan Hong didn't need to compete with the Dragon King, and his mood was a lot more relaxed, thinking that Xiaoyue Hall was really a place where madmen gathered, and he actually felt that the whole corpse was a bad thing.

"Make a move. The voice commanded, obviously tired of Han Fen's ramblings.

Han Fen couldn't advance with her sword, and Gu Shenwei noticed that her left hand was shrunk in her sleeve, and understood that she would eventually have to fight with the Xiaoyue Hall secret technique, which she was better at.

For a moment, Gu Shenwei wanted to stand up and directly test the swordsmanship with the wild horse, but he quickly abandoned this idea, he was not a chivalrous man, nor was he Han Fen's master, he was neither qualified nor necessary to save her publicly, the only way he could accept to help others was to sneak attack, and Han Fen wasted it.

Don't be soft-hearted, be cautious and remind yourself.

A patch of snow fell from the trees to the ground, and the dragon king and the wild horse turned at the same time, looking in the same direction.

Shangguan Hong was puzzled, but Han Fen felt that this was his only chance, so he swooped out and stabbed the wild horse with a sword, and at the same time waved his left hand.

There was still a distance of two or three feet between the tip of the sword and the wild horse, and Han Fen had already turned from attack to retreat, jumped back more than ten steps one after another, pointed at the wild horse and said proudly: "Don't fall down yet!"

The mustang didn't fall, still staring into the depths of darkness.

Slight footsteps sounded, and a young man slowly approached, he was one of the swordsmen who had had his thumb cut off just now in the sword competition with the Dragon King, and at this time he was covered in blood, staggering, and his eyes were empty.

Facing the four people in front of him, he didn't seem to see anything, just dragged it meaninglessly step by step, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

His back was also covered in blood.

Han Fen screamed, she was not afraid of dead people, nor was she afraid of blood, but she was afraid of the person who made this corpse.

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