(I'm on the go, forgive me!)

Pulsatilla and Komatsu walked one after the other, walking in an orderly manner, walking unhurriedly, slowly walking uphill. ｛{

Pulsatilla's eyes swept away, and he circled around Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun, and finally landed on Xu Nianniang's body, and said slowly: "You should come alone." ”

Xu Nianniang said: "If I can bring them here, I can naturally take them back." ”

The corners of Pulsatilla's mouth outlined a cold smile: "I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still arrogant." ”

"Each other, each other. ”

The two men stood facing each other,-for-tat.

Chen Sanlang watched it with relish in the back, he heard that the master fights, when the strength is equal, it depends on who has stronger psychological quality and can find the flaws of the other party, such a person will be the winner of the battle. When it comes to this level, the factors that affect the outcome of the battle are very particular. Sometimes, even a leaf, a little dust, a single breath, can have an incalculable effect.

Now Xu Nianniang and Pulsatilla use words to test and stimulate each other, among which Pulsatilla is the main attacker, using the life problems of Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun to shake Xu Nianniang's mind. However, Xu Nianniang was light and looked indifferent.

Pulsatilla's eyes rolled, and he suddenly said: "Sixth, your son-in-law is not as simple as a seven-rank sesame official, right?" ”

Xu Nianniang said proudly: "Of course. ”

Pulsatilla's gaze fell on Chen Sanlang like a substance - a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, naturally he couldn't cultivate the "Wangqi Technique", but through some mysteries, he could also detect clues, such as breath and the like.

Martial arts practice qi. Very sensitive to breath. And different people will have different breaths. The poor, the rich, the powerful...... Because of their living environment and life experience. The natural aura on the body also has its own characteristics.

Looking at Chen Sanlang now, Pulsatilla felt a little strange:

First of all, I think it's quiet. It's not the ethereal stillness of Taoism, but the calmness and unhurried calm of every major event.

In fact, it is not afraid, and it is also abnormal. As the saying goes: the ignorant are fearless. Some people do behave calmly and calmly before the development of events, but once they find that the changes in the situation are completely beyond imagination and out of control, the demeanor they maintained before will be easily broken and broken like eggs, and the ground will be full of messes.

This kind of people. Most of them are scholars. They read poetry and books, exalted words, and pointed out the country, which can be described as full of spirit, but once the situation falls and is tortured, the inner support point will dissolve and disintegrate, resulting in the collapse of the whole person.

There are also some people who are naturally stunned and not afraid of death. Here's the problem. Not being afraid of death doesn't mean you're very good, it's two different things.

Looking at it deeply, Pulsatilla experienced the unique grandeur of an official. Or more thoughtfully described as: "official".

This breath made Pulsatilla feel disgusted in his bones, and he was very disgusted: Xia Yu started as a thief, how can he be a thief. Can you steal the country for hundreds of years? and think you are orthodox?

The heart of violence burns like a fire.

Xu Nianniang suddenly felt his killing intent. So he took a step forward, intentionally or unintentionally blocking between him and Chen Sanlang.

Pulsatilla grinned: "Sixth." Do you think I'm going to go after a junior?"

"People always change, don't they?"

Pulsatilla snorted coldly: "You have become ruthless and unrighteous, for the sake of the cottage, I can't invite your people back, but at least bring back your heads." Only in this way can we make a difference. ”

After a pause, he pointed at Xu Jun and Chen Sanlang: "As for them, the matter between the juniors will naturally be solved by the juniors." ”

Hearing this, Na Xiaosong grinned: "Please rest assured, uncle, I will do it properly." ”

Xu Nianniang's heart tightened inexplicably, he watched Xiao Song grow up, the other party showed extraordinary martial arts talent at a young age, coupled with extreme hard work, and his uncle's strict guidance and training without concealment, that cultivation can be called a thousand miles a day, and the progress is extremely fast. Looking at him now, he is high-spirited, his eyes are bright and restrained, and he is clearly among the masters of the day after tomorrow. If you come out to explore the rivers and lakes, it won't take a few days to make a name for yourself.

Such a person, Xu Jun is not an opponent no matter what.

In contrast, for the cultivation of her daughter, although she has also taught a lot of unique learning, more often than not, she is doting, allowing Xu Jun to grow up freely without much restraint.

This kind of growth process is quite different from Komatsu's. Reflected in strength, there is a huge gap.

The victory or defeat of a warrior is only between one shot, and when the gap is so big, it is like an adult beating a child, and there is no suspense.

Pulsatilla saw Xu Nianniang's hand bulging slightly because of nervousness, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and there was a sense of happiness, like a bad breath suffocating in his heart, and finally had a chance to pour out.

Back then, on the mountain, Xu Nianniang was born out of nowhere, amazing and brilliant, and was recognized as an immortal martial arts genius. Under his aura, the others were more or less overshadowed.

The monks say that there is no quarrel with the world, but for the martial artist, this is diametrically opposed. There is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, and the battle for fame will never back down.

This "fight", Pulsatilla thought that it would end with Xu Nianniang going down to the cottage. But at this moment, the long-buried emotional outburst in his heart found that not only did it not weaken, but because of the backlog of many years, it had already reached a critical point on the verge of exploding.

Then burst out heartily.

Today, the decisive battle, the timing is just right!

"Sixth, I said earlier, you shouldn't have brought them. ”

With a flick of his hand, he opened the long wooden box he was carrying, reached in, and slowly held a strange-shaped weapon, about four feet long, round and knotted. It looks like a whip, but it is different from the common whip shapes, which is quite peculiar.

The weapon that Komatsu unwrapped in the cloth over there was also a similar joint whip, but the color was different. The pulsatilla is blue-black, and his root is brass-colored, with a golden glow.

With the copper whip in his hand, he smiled fiercely, and his figure was like a tiger and leopard aiming at its prey, swooping over. The first whip was struck on the head of Chen Sanlang.

The whip shadow whistled, and the air made a "whoosh" sound, which shook people's eardrums.

"Come on, Dog Officer!"

The son-in-law's life was on the verge of death, Xu Nianniang did not move, and in an instant, he had already felt the murderous intent of the pulsatilla on the opposite side. As long as he is not careful and shows the slightest flaw, the killing machine will roar like a tidal wave and drown him.

It was Xu Jun who moved, and the thin blade between his sleeves flew up, trying to block this fatal blow.

Xiao Songwei smiled: "Now this master is still reluctant to kill you......"

The wrist was twisted, the whip head suddenly changed, and with a "dang" sound, Xu Jun was slapped out heavily.

It's as easy as digging through your pocket.

Xiao Song laughed, thinking of Xu Jun's graceful body, which would become his plaything after a while, I don't know what it feels like.

"Whew!"

He suddenly woke up from the pleasure of his imagination, and saw a sharp edge appear in his sight, approaching infinitely...... (To be continued......)