Listening to the voices of the crowd huddled around him, Chang An wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and looked over curiously. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Surrounded by hundreds of people in a large circle, there are two people standing at the moment.

The two men, one dressed in white and the other in black, were staring at each other intently, secretly competing, not caring at all about the urging and the large boos around them.

The two are ten meters apart, and there is a small flag with the word war in the middle, the breeze blows, the small flag crackles, and the calm before the storm makes the people who watch the excitement even louder.

Chang'an's eyes condensed slightly, and he immediately sensed that neither of them had any spiritual power, only a force of qi and blood that was stronger than ordinary people, which should be the illusion caused by long-term martial arts training.

Listening to the urging of the people around him, Chang'an was not in a hurry, and secretly looked at the two of them.

This young man in white clothes, standing with his hands in his hands, long hair and shawl, starry eyes and handsome face with a light and light expression, but what is surprising is that dozens of colorful patches on the top and bottom of the young man's white clothes and pants reveal a poor sourness, the wind blows his clothes like a butterfly ready to dance, in the middle of his sword eyebrows and forehead, there is a fine sweat flowing down, it seems that the person standing opposite him gives him great pressure in his heart.

The young man dressed in black, with a look of self-sacrifice on his face, dark skin, looked quite rough, and a free stream of righteousness flowed out between his eyebrows, and a scar that seemed to be an inch left by the blade weapon split the thick eyebrows on this person's left eye into two halves, and his eyes were solemn, unlike the young man who stood with his hands in his hands, he tightly grasped a big bow with silver strings in his hands, and carried a bag of feather bags containing arrows behind his back.

Seeing this, Chang'an groaned a little, and couldn't help patting the two people who were discussing with each other in front of him and asked, "Two big brothers, who are these two people?"

The two people who were communicating with each other, seeing that someone patted their shoulders and asked, frowned, and turned back impatiently, when they saw Chang'an's delicate and immature face, the two couldn't help but be stunned, and when they saw Chang'an's shoulders, two little guys on the left and right, and then they were startled, looked at each other, and the afterglow just swept to the fan-shaped weapon behind Chang'an.

After hesitating, one of them hugged his fists and said, "Isn't the little brother also from our martial arts?"

For the impatience on the faces of the two, Chang An didn't care at all, under the honest face of the big man holding his fist, Chang An happened to see the many calluses on the back of the big man's hands, and he knew in his heart that the two middle-aged people standing in front of him were all people who practiced martial arts.

Chang'an, who hugged his fists, smiled silently and shook his head.

The big man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise, looked at the fan sword behind Chang'an, hesitated, did not report his name in the rivers and lakes, pointed to the man in white and explained: "This young man is the heir of the money dart, and he is very famous in the north of the country because of his mastery of the use of a secret weapon..."

"Famous?"

Hearing this, Chang'an interrupted Dahan's words apologetically and asked, "Could it be that this person is a master in the martial arts?"

Dahan smiled slightly, didn't mind, and continued to explain: "This is not, he can only be regarded as a second-rate master in the martial arts, but his fame is even greater than that of a first-class master, the reason is that the money dart he learned is too wasteful of copper money, the little brother does not know, this person's father was originally a county member, the family is well-off, but when he was a child, he was obsessed with martial arts, and then learned money darts, and only three years later, he lost his family fortune, which caused his father to die of depression, and his mother remarried, and then wandered alone, and several nearby towns, no one knows and no one knows. ”

Chang An was stunned for a moment, looked at the white-clothed young man who was covered in patches, like a beggar, without taking out a copper coin from his palm, looked at the sympathetic big man and asked, "The money dart that this young man practiced is to throw this copper plate?"

"yes... Every time I fight with someone, I throw out more than 3,000 coins..."

Speaking of this, the big man couldn't help but blush, and said with a little emptiness: "Don't hide it, my brother has been a little tight recently, and he is shy in his pockets, and I have been following this young man for several days, and my scalp is a little numb when I am hungry...... Damn, this time it's finally for me to catch his chance to fight against others, don't blame my brother for not reminding me, when the battle is over, I must grab more..."

Chang'an held back a smile, and under the blushing face of the big man, he couldn't help but laugh, and finally understood in his heart, why the young man was a second-rate master, but his fame was so huge, it turned out to be throwing money, good guy, this glance swept away, no less than 600 people watched, and the person who urged the two to fight quickly was afraid that they were all with the purpose of ending the money grab.

The big man looked at Chang'an's shoulder embarrassedly, and Xiao Qi, who was also amused by the young man's miserable life experience, couldn't help but ask with curiosity in his heart: "Little brother, the one on your shoulder can't be those monsters who have become sperm..."

"Youkai?"

Chang An shook his head, touched Xiao Qi and Niuniu's head lying on his shoulder, and smiled: "They are all spirit beasts, but they are not monsters, by the way, brother, that... What is the origin of the dark-skinned man?"

Seeing that Dahan's eyes kept falling on the cute Niuniu, Chang'an was afraid of making Niuniu unhappy, so he hurriedly changed the topic.

"Oh, this black-faced man, is also a second-rate master in the martial arts, when he was in Nanliu County, these two people had a big fight, the black-faced man was lucky to win a move and a half, and he was applauded, after the end, the money dart heirs were unwilling, and chased all the way, this happened this scene, it is quite a coincidence, this black-faced man is a descendant of a hundred steps through Yang, both of them are making secret weapons..."

"Hundred steps through Yang?" Chang An looked at the black-faced man and muttered to himself, suddenly feeling that this secular martial arts battle should be very powerful and exciting, especially what interests Chang'an the most, is the young man in white who has ruined his solid family background, as soon as he heard that this person was throwing money to play, Chang'an couldn't wait for the other party to be more.

At this moment, the black-faced man, who had been silent, suddenly moved.

I saw him roar loudly and domineeringly, and then hugged his fist to the young man in white, and said with full anger: "Brother Qian, we people in the martial arts are nothing more than seeking fame and fortune, since you are unwilling, we will fight again..."

The young man raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly in his heart, and replied angrily: "In that case, that Baibu brother, make a move!"

The black-faced man didn't say a word, stomped on the ground with both feet, shook the silver bow in his hand, shook his whole body, and shouted: "One step..."

Under Chang'an's stunned look, he saw a black-faced man who took a step back.

"Two steps..."

The black-faced man's deep voice roared again, and he took another step back, and the many onlookers suddenly burst into fierce cheers.

"Step 3..."

"Step 4..."

"Step 10..."

"Step 30..."

"Seventy..."

With each roar, the onlookers burst into overwhelming applause and roars.

Listening to the boiling cries one after another, and the roar of the big man constantly retreating, Chang'an Xiaoqi and Niuniu in the crowd were suddenly dumbfounded.

"The hundredth step..."

Half a ring of time had passed, and the black-faced man who had been retreating stopped at this time, and then took out a feather arrow from his back, drew a silver bow, and looked at the white-clothed young man who was sneering a hundred meters away with a warlike gaze.

Looking at the stunned Xiao Qi and Niu Niu, and then at the black-faced man who drew the bow, Chang An blinked, couldn't help patting the big man in front of him who cheered continuously, and asked, "Brother, why do you want to take a hundred steps back from this descendant of Yang in a hundred steps?"

"A hundred steps through Yang, a hundred steps through Yang, of course it is a hundred steps away, otherwise how can you show the power of wearing Yang, look, archery..."