Seeing that Jiang Han and Xiaoqian were still muttering there, the matchmaker shouted angrily: "Boy, you are too arrogant, aren't you?

After speaking, I saw the matchmaker mole ruffling her clothes, "snapping", and shaking out a gold wire soft rattan gun from her waist.

Jiang Han had already guessed that his weapon was also a soft teng gun, after all, several of his followers used soft teng guns, but his soft rattan gun was shining with golden light, and the head of the gun was also cold and light, which was obviously stronger than the weapons of those followers.

Jiang Han asked Xiaoqian to take a few more steps back, and then slowly came to the matchmaker's mole, the matchmaker's mole pouted and looked at Jiang Han, and said loudly: "Boy, show your weapon, grandpa will let you know today, how many eyes does Ma Wang Ye have." ”

Jiang Han shook his head: "I didn't bring a weapon, you can do it, I also want to know what Lord Ma looks like, but it is certain that it is definitely not your honor." ”

When the matchmaker heard that Jiang Han was still laughing at herself at this time, her angry eyebrows stood up, and she shouted: "Boy, you really want to find death, you have insulted me several times, but don't blame me for being unkind!"

Before the words fell, I saw the matchmaker mole holding the gun in one hand, shaking her arm slightly, and the golden silk soft rattan spear stabbed towards Jiang Hanmian like a poisonous snake.

This time it can be said that the shot is like electricity, which is completely different from the ground just now, and the soft rattan gun can't see where the soft is at all, just like an iron gun, it stabbed straight over, and it can be seen that the matchmaker mole has a deep foundation.

Jiang Han stood still and didn't move, but gently flicked the barrel of the golden wire rattan gun with his hand, and the tip of the gun grazed his head and stabbed it.

However, the matchmaker mole did not accept the gun and change her moves, but with a slight flick of her wrist, the front of the golden silk soft rattan spear suddenly bent and directly pumped the back of Jiang Han's head.

Jiang Han heard the sound of the strong wind behind his head, and knew that the matchmaker's mole had changed the castration of the gun with the internal exercises, so he hurriedly lowered his head, and the golden silk soft rattan gun swept over his head.

Jiang Han then pushed a palm to the chest of the matchmaker's mole, the matchmaker mole was not in a hurry, and then the force of the golden silk soft rattan gun swept back, holding the gun in both hands, the golden silk soft rattan gun was horizontal to the chest, and Jiang Han took a palm.

Jiang Han slapped the barrel of the golden silk soft rattan gun, and he felt as if he had hit cotton, the whole gun shaft was soft, and he unloaded a lot of his own strength, if it was an ordinary gun, he would have been interrupted by his palm, but the barrel of the golden silk soft rattan gun was only completed with a bow, and he removed a lot of his own strength, and steadily blocked his palm.

I saw that the matchmaker's mole used both hands to exert force, and the barrel of the golden wire soft rattan gun bounced back violently, Jiang Han followed the force of the gun rebound, and his body gently retreated, leaving the attack range of the golden wire soft rattan gun.

Where will the matchmaker mole let Jiang Han run away, and the progress with the body is a shot, and the two of them are fighting in one place again.

The golden wire soft rattan gun can be soft or hard, a gun is controlled freely in the hands of the matchmaker, and a set of marksmanship is a fusion of marksmanship, stick method, whip method, various different techniques in it, varied, making people a little unguardable.

And Jiang Han found that this matchmaker's control over the golden silk soft rattan spear is very in place, and it obviously has a deep internal force, it seems that what Xiaoqian said is true, this Fu Shang, as a big disciple of Luoxia Peak, really has some ability, the golden silk soft rattan spear combines soft and hard, revolving around his body, and his moves are erratic, and it is almost impossible to predict his moves.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had been fighting for fifteen or sixteen rounds, Xiaoqian saw that Jiang Han was surrounded by the matchmaker's mole, and it was difficult to get out for a while, so she shouted anxiously: "Be careful, Fu Shang's gun is weak in his hand!" This was what Xue Yi once told him, and at this time, she couldn't take care of it anymore, so she shouted it out directly.

How could Jiang Han not know that the weakness of the matchmaker's mole was in his hands, no matter how varied the golden silk soft rattan gun was, in fact, it was still the same as other weapons, as long as he could control his hands closely, the power of the golden silk soft rattan gun would not be easy to exert himself.

The matchmaker heard Xiaoqian shouting on the side, and scolded angrily: "You little slut who eats inside and crawls outside, you dare to help outsiders, it's strange to see that I can spare you today, boy, you give me death first!"

He sprinkled all his anger on Jiang Han in front of him, and the golden silk soft rattan gun in his hand suddenly accelerated, piercing, picking, stabbing, and pumping, and he couldn't wait to solve Jiang Han with one move to relieve his hatred.

Jiang Han drilled around in the shadow of the gun, no matter how hard the matchmaker mole tried, he just couldn't touch Jiang Han, so he gritted his teeth angrily: "Boy, you coward, do you dare not hide and hide, come and fight me head-on!"

Jiang Han smiled: "Why don't you dare, since you want to fight me head-on, then I will fulfill you and take my palm!" After speaking, his left hand gently shook the door of the matchmaker's mole, and his right hand hit the matchmaker's chest.

The matchmaker tilted her head, dodging Jiang Han's flickering palm, and then pushed the golden silk soft rattan gun to her chest, wanting to block Jiang Han's palm just now.

Jiang Han slapped the barrel of the golden silk soft rattan spear, and felt that his hand was soft, and the barrel of the gun bent back again, unloading a few percent of his strength.

Seeing that she easily caught Jiang Han's palm, the matchmaker sneered: "Boy, is that what you can do?" After speaking, her hands were forced, and the gun was stiffened, wanting to pop Jiang Han's hand out.

How do you know that just when the gun was about to be straightened, Jiang Han suddenly had the strength of the buffalo and poured it into the arm, and an internal force collided with the force of the external bullet of the gun.

The matchmaker didn't expect Jiang Han to suddenly burst out with such a strong internal force, and he was also shocked by this huge force and took six or seven steps back, looked at the two broken guns in his hand, and shook his head vigorously: "Impossible, this is impossible! How can my golden wire soft rattan gun be broken? This is absolutely impossible! Boy, what are you wearing on your hand?"

Jiang Han raised his hand and shook it towards the matchmaker's mole: "What are you wearing? ”

The matchmaker mole looked at the two truncated guns in his hands, and also knew that he had met a master, the barrel of the golden wire soft rattan gun was soft and hard, and it could be unloaded by force, which was extremely difficult to destroy, but this kid was able to easily break the barrel, which showed that he had this extremely strong internal force cultivation, at least a few grades stronger than himself!

Jiang Han saw the matchmaker standing there with his head down and didn't speak, thinking that he had admitted defeat, so he hugged his fist at him: "Since Brother Tai has admitted defeat, then Xiaoqian and I will leave." After speaking, he was ready to leave with Xiaoqian.

(End of chapter)