Chapter 409: Thousands of miles are not drunk
Yue Linglong frowned, staring at Zhuo Yifan's immature face in front of him with bright eyes, compared to the arrogance just now, it was like two people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Although Info doesn't believe in his strength, there is an unknown warmth in his heart, which makes her feel that the depths of his dark eyes seem to hide something unusual and fascinating.
After hearing this, the flower knife monk felt that Zhuo Yifan's words were not unreasonable, and the short knife in his hand instantly turned in the air, and he said with some domineering words: "In the next thousand miles, the flower knife is also." ā
"What kind of flower knife master, it's the flower knife monk!" Yue Linglong said sarcastically.
The flower knife monk's face was a little gloomy, and the short knife pointed at Yue Linglong, and shouted: "You talk nonsense again, see that I don't strip you naked!"
There was a lot of commotion around, obviously I didn't expect the flower knife monk to say this, whether it was true or not, they swallowed their saliva twice at this time, and some even opened their pupils, ready to see Yue Linglong's graceful slender jade body.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan hurriedly relieved the anger of the Huadao monk, and said: "Alas, Brother Hua, your prestige is far and wide, and everyone in the rivers and lakes praises you, don't be angry for a woman, it's not worth losing your identity." ā
"Don't talk nonsense, look at you as a hero, hurry up and report your name, I'll keep you a whole corpse. The flower knife monk stared at each other, revealing a cold light.
wants Zhuo Yifan to report his name, Zhuo Yifan is really a little weak at this time, how can he have any name in the rivers and lakes!
In the face of these, it is already difficult to ride a tiger, if you don't say a reason, you must be annoyed by the flower knife monk.
After thinking for a moment, a flash of inspiration flashed and said arrogantly: "In the next person, it is called the little white dragon who is not drunk for thousands of miles, and Zhuo Yifan is also!"
"What is the little white dragon who is not drunk, why haven't I heard of it!" said the flower knife monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and he grinned.
Zhuo Yifan saw that the flower knife monk ignored his prestige like this, and said a little harshly: "Brother Hua, this is your fault! You are a flower knife man who is rampant for thousands of miles, and I am a little white dragon who is not drunk for thousands of miles." At least I'm a cut above you in terms of name, how can you insult my name like that?"
"Hehe......" Yue Linglong couldn't help but smile again when she heard this, she didn't expect this Zhuo Yifan to be quite interesting.
Hearing this, the flower knife monk looked at Yue Linglong's position, frowned, and said, "What's the matter, you've also heard of this name!"
"What, haven't you heard of it?" Yue Linglong raised her willow eyebrows lightly, her cheeks were full of consternation, her ruddy little mouth opened slightly, and she deliberately asked rhetorically.
After hearing this, the monk of the flower knife suddenly felt that he had lost face, he really hadn't heard of it, so a trace of embarrassment came out of the corner of his eyes, but the time was very short, and it could be said that it was fleeting.
Immediately, he turned his gaze and coughed lightly: "Even if there is a person like you in the rivers and lakes, why do you say that you are superior to me?"
Seeing that the flower knife monk was dissatisfied, Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly, and said with a gentle face: "Then you say, is it thousands of miles away, or thousands of miles away?"
Seeing that he was asking such a low-level question, the Huadao monk pouted disapprovingly and replied, "Of course it's thousands of miles away!
Hearing the disapproving answer of the flower knife monk, Zhuo Yifan was secretly happy, and then said gently: "Look at you, you obviously know the answer, but you still come to ask me? ā
After hearing this, the flower knife monk's face was a little unnatural in an instant, and then he looked at Zhuo Yifan's handsome face with a gentle smile, as if he was laughing at him, and there was a burst of anger in his heart, and immediately he squinted his eyes, pouted and said coldly: "Joke, just with one word, you want to be higher than me, you are just a fool's dream!"
When it came to the four words of the foolish dream, the face of the monk Huadao was already full of anger, and the short knife in his hand seemed to tremble slightly because of this anger, as if he was also angry.
Seeing this, the surrounding guests couldn't help but be frightened, just now the flower knife monk fought against the one-eyed dragon, and they had all seen his short knife kung fu, and they were secretly worried about the young man in front of them.
Seeing the somewhat angry Huadao monk, Zhuo Yifan smiled slyly at this time, and said: "Brother Hua, as long as you give me this girl, I can give you my title that is higher than you, what do you say?"
When Yue Linglong heard this, her beautiful eyes were full of worry, although she didn't shout out, the worry on her face was displayed at a glance.
"Joke, I'm a swordsman, I'm as heavy as my life in the rivers and lakes, how can I give you my life in exchange for this false reputation?
"Brother Hua, is it Wanli not drunk, not Wanli what?" Zhuo Yifan reminded with a smile.
After hearing this, the flower knife monk couldn't help but start to become impatient, staring at Zhuo Yifan with gloomy eyes, and said disdainfully: "I don't care if you're not drunk, or what?
"Okay! Since Brother Hua wants to prove himself so much, how can I have no reason not to accompany him, but before the competition, I have to speak first. ā
When the flower knife monk heard Zhuo Yifan say the word "good", he just wanted to make a move, but when he heard that he had something to say, he was instantly stunned, and said helplessly: "What's the matter with you? Tell me quickly, why are you so troublesome!"
"Okay, since Brother Hua agreed, then I will talk about the younger brother, if I win Brother Hua, this girl will go with me, how about it?"
When the flower knife monk heard this, he shook his head with a smile on his face, but his smile was mixed with a touch of mockery, and he said playfully: "My flower knife has been rampant on the rivers and lakes for so long, and I have not been defeated?
"Okay, Brother Hua, then it's a deal!" said as he posed with his hands, and he was about to make a move.
Looking at Zhuo Yifan's white face, Yue Linglong felt nervous at this time, and just when the two dared to fight, a clear voice came out, "Fat monk, are you ashamed, you have two knives in your hands, and you are embarrassed to do it against a person who has no weapons!
"I walk on the rivers and lakes with a knife, I use two knives for five people, and I use two knives for ten people, and I never bully people with knives, which is a personal preference. If you feel sorry for this kid, you can give him your saber to use, and Hua doesn't mind!" Monk Huadao squinted his eyes and smiled faintly at her.
"In that case, bean sprouts, the sword on this table, you take it, take it and clean up this fat man!"
"Okay, then I'll try it with a sword!" When Zhuo Yifan bent down to take the sword, he sniffed Yue Linglong's faint body fragrance and chuckled. (To be continued.) )