Yue Linglong saw his bent cheeks, her little face couldn't help but blush, and she threw her eyes away, not daring to look at it again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The flower knife monk looked at the inexplicable expressions of the two, but he couldn't help but get angry in his heart, and the two of them were like a couple in front of him, and he couldn't help but grin and sneered: "In this case, then Hua has to serve you well!"

When he said these last four words, it seemed that this sentence was very meaningful, and even the cold light in his eyes was around, and in an instant, a short knife rotated in his palm again, reflecting the bright light, and the short knife rotated a cold fluctuation, which made people shudder.

Seeing this, the surrounding guests hurriedly retreated to the surroundings, and some even staggered out in fright, for fear that they would suffer if they would fight for a while.

"Brother Hua, then let's make a move!" Zhuo Yifan pulled out his sword, and with a wave of his right hand, the long sword pointed horizontally at the flower knife monk in front of him.

"Boom......"

When the flower knife monk heard this, he did not have the slightest politeness in an instant, his face showed a cold glow, and he waved his double knives and flew out of the air, jumping high with his feet, his body was like a firecracker ejected, and his body was mixed with the sound of a short knife breaking the wind, and he rushed towards Zhuo Yifan fiercely.

Some of the guests around saw that the flower knife monk was so fierce, and their hearts were tight, how could the young man in front of him take such a sharp knife technique! This clearly shows the rhythm of the dead hand, it is really fierce and auspicious.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the flower knife monk who rushed into the air, and his heart suddenly trembled in front of him, this was the first time he had held a sword by himself, and he had encountered such a tricky and ruthless character. It turns out that the hero is really not so easy to be, but at this time, he can't afford to think twice, so he can only bite the bullet and pick up the short knife attacked by the flower knife monk.

Yue Linglong looked at the flower knife monk who was speeding away, but saw that Zhuo Yifan did not show any signs of dodging, and his heart was suddenly secretly anxious, did he want to take this knife attack that he was rushing to?

"Boom!"

As soon as the sword was connected, a crisp sound sounded, and in an instant, the long sword in Zhuo Yifan's hand was knocked away by the short knife, and it was plunged straight into the door and window, almost inserting it into the head of a guest by the door and window, only half an inch.

At the sound of numbness when the sword body was inserted into the door and window, the ground under the guest was already wet, and his pants were still dripping down, and then he rolled his eyes while leaning against the door and window and slowly slid to the ground, obviously stunned.

"Poof!"

Another short knife flew around and stabbed straight into Zhuo Yifan's chest, Zhuo Yifan saw this, and hurriedly took a few steps back, but the speed of the flower knife monk was really too fast, so fast that it could be described as lightning fast.

Obviously, this knife Zhuo Yifan knew that he couldn't dodge it, in order to minimize the pain, he saw him urge the Pranya Zen palm, his body rotated abruptly, and he turned around twice.

Hearing the sound of "whoosh!", the short knife cut through Zhuo Yifan's clothes, leaving a bloody wound above his waist.

Zhuo Yifan stabilized his body, stroked the knife edge above his waist, endured the pain, and took it in front of his eyes to see that his hands had been dyed red.

Seeing this, the flower knife monk laughed and said: "Why are you not drunk? Before you can defeat a certain move and a half of Hua, you have already seen popularity! It's really ridiculous, haha! So it's still a thousand miles of Hua Mou's rampage!"

Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly when he heard this, and complimented: "Brother Hua's sword technique is really worthy of its reputation, and it is not unreasonable to run rampant for thousands of miles, I am fortunate to see it today, and I really admire it!"

Seeing the injured Zhuo Yifan, Yue Linglong's heart trembled, and her white face as white as jade suddenly became solemn, but she wanted to run forward to see his injury. But seeing Zhuo Yifan's smiling cheeks, she couldn't take a single step.

"The boy surnamed Zhuo, since you know that Hua's knife skills are powerful, and you dare to run rampant in front of Hua, aren't you killing yourself?" said the flower knife monk with a gloomy face.

Zhuo Yifan listened, couldn't help but chuckle at the corner of his mouth, waved his hand at it, and said: "This is your strength, not your strength, use your strength to attack my weakness, with all due respect, even if you win, this is not the glory of your win!"

The flower knife monk's face was already blue at this time, he obviously didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to say this, he really relied on these two short knives to break through the prestige in the rivers and lakes, this is indeed his strength, at that moment, he felt as if Zhuo Yifan looked down on him.

No matter what it is, as long as a man wants to gain face, it can be said that he has already messed up half of his position, just like a woman is jealous and easily loses her mind.

"You're right, my strengths are indeed these two short knives, and what are your strengths?" asked the flower knife monk curiously, narrowing his eyes.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled lightly: "In Xiajianghu, people say that they are not drunk for thousands of miles - Little White Dragon, this name is expensive on the word 'drunk'. ”

Speaking of this, he endured the pain, walked to the table, pointed to the wine on the table, and said: "Speaking of drunkenness, naturally I can't leave the wine, but I am not drunk in a thousand cups, and I am not drunk in ten thousand cups, and the world also calls me a fairy in wine." After speaking, he leaned over and poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it, and casually shouted: "Good wine, really good wine!"

Leave the flower knife monk behind and ignore it.

The monk of Huadao saw that he was enjoying the drink, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit, obviously this also hooked his alcohol addiction, and then he stared at Zhuo Yifan and mocked: "Hehe, how good am I for you, it turns out that you are an alcoholic!"

Facing the ridicule of the flower knife monk, Zhuo Yifan still had that complacent look on his face, but he just raised his hand holding the wine, and said with a shallow smile: "My swordsmanship can only be performed when I am drunk." I dare to say that if I am the second in this set of drunken swords, then there is no one who dares to say first. ”

"Joke! I have two major preferences in my life, the first is beauty, and the second is wine, these two beauties, both of which are indispensable in my life. And my thousands of miles are rampant for this!"

The flower knife monk patted his bulging belly again, and said proudly: "I have been in the rivers and lakes for so long, I have read countless beauties, and I have never drunk any wine, so far I have never met an opponent, otherwise how can I go thousands of miles away!"

"Haha...... That's because you didn't meet me!" Zhuo Yifan looked up and laughed.

"Boy, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, I can understand this. His eyes narrowed into a line and teased: "However, if this cowhide is blown up, not only will it hurt its lungs, but I am afraid that it will even take its life." ”

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, held his head high, and took the opportunity to sneer: "If you don't dare, just say it, as a man, I know you have a good face!" After saying this, Zhuo Yifan deliberately squeezed his eyebrows and chuckled a few times. (To be continued.) )